Supernatural Imagines

20. Dying On A Hunt | Part Five (Dean x Reader)

This is a Dean vs Reader imagine...

A/N THIS IS THE LAST PART TO THIS SERIES SPECIFICALLY. It's going to be longer than others to make sure I wrap it up correctly, and I will mention them probably in future imagines, but for now this is it :( Thank you to JordanHeinjus and sydtrice for requesting more parts to this, I really enjoyed writing these!

This is written for a female reader, so I'm sorry if it says some weird stuff!

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A month had passed. It had been hell for Dean. He couldn't imagine all of the horrible things Crowley was making you do as his little puppet. He was giddy, and nervous to see you again. Had you changed at all? What had you done to your hair? Had your smell changed?

He had gone in your room almost everyday, and read your letter every night before bed. He counted down the days until you would be set free, and could hardly focus on the hunt because of the pain he was in. Crowley said that at exactly midnight he would leave you off at a bar. Dean would be sent the coordinates while you would sit, ready for pick-up.

There was 2 hours left until he got to see you again, and the bar was only 20 or so minutes away. He was pacing around, and rubbing his hands together.

"Okay Dean, I can't take this, you are making me nervous. Sit down," Sam scolded slamming shut a book. Dean chuckled,

"I can't Sammy, I get to see her again!" he exclaimed and continued pacing. Sam just sighed, and ran a hand through his hair to get it out of his face.

"Hey Sammy," Dean said, continuing to pace,"I gotta ask your opinion on something," although Sam was slightly annoyed, what Dean said causing a spark of interest in him.

Slowly he said,"Sure," holding it out. The next thing Sam knew, a little box was being tossed towards him. He caught it with ease, and his jaw dropped. He looked from the box to Dean before opening it. Inside was a beautiful, classic, and simple diamond ring. It had cost a pretty penny, but it was your taste.

"Oh my g-" Sam choked,"I didn't- Wha- I just-" he stuttered making Dean chuckle.

"Is it good?" he asked hope lighting up in his eyes. Sam rolled his, and puffed out a breath,

"It's absolutely perfect for y/n. I didn't even know you were planning on asking her," Sam said with a little bit of jealousy laced in his voice.

"I didn't either," Dean admitted,"But, I've been thinking about it for months Sam, I love her, and I want to marry her," his hands were shaking, and obviously sweaty from the way he was wiping them off on his jeans before putting the ring back in his pocket.

"Sammy," Dean said catching Sam's attention again,"I have one last question," and Sam nodded.

"If she says yes, will you be my best man?"

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You were holding someone against the wall, cutting of the circulation of oxygen to his brain temporarily. Crowley was watching very pleased. He wasn't quite ready to let you, a feisty, bright, and skilled hunter leave his grasp. But, he had made a deal, and was a man to his word.

"Alright that's enough," Crowley said waving a hand. You reluctantly let the poor drunk idiot fall to the floor with a loud THUMP.

"You need to go put on something," Crowley's eyes raked over you,"Without a blood stain on it," You looked down at your current clothes.

Your leather jacket was still wet in some places with blood, along with the white shirt you were wearing under it. Your ripped jeans had stains all over it, most fresh. Your black combat boots had slightly survived.