Supernatural Imagines

Dean x Reader//Thanks For The Memories

Song choice: Th Fr Th Mmrs- Fall Out Boy

Imagine: leaving Dean because you're in danger.
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8:30am- you wake up
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When you woke up that day you didn't plan on being ambushed by a demon or leaving Dean. You thought it would be a normal day with the boys back from a hunt. But of course, nothing goes your way.

Your eyelids fluttered open, your e/c eyes bright with life. With a content sigh you sat up and stretched, running your hand through your h/c locks.

"Well, look who's finally awake." A guttural voice came from the corner of your room, making you gasp and grab your pistol from under your pillow. You turned towards the voice to see a man with ginger hair and grey eyes. "Hello sweetheart." He spoke, waggling his fingers as a hello. You lunged at him, having picked up your demon knife from your bedside table.

He twisted your wrist making you drop it in pain, and pushed you up against a wall. He smirked evilly and lightly traced his knife against your neck, causing you to gasp. Your eyes held fear, but you masked that with a glare.

"What do you want." You spat out, struggling against the buff demon. His grey eyes flashed black and he smiled evilly, tilting his head to the side.

"You know, you're only in danger when you're with the Winchesters. You're also putting them in danger because they are weak because of their feelings for you. They are weak for feeling love for each other, but more so for you." He chuckled darkly. "Sweet, sweet little girl. Why did you get yourself into this? It's not to late to get out, y/n."

"I am not abandoning the Winchesters." You snarled, pushing against his chest. He frowned and pressed the knife harder into your neck, drawing ruby red blood.

"I guess this means that I can torture you. As long as you're with them, I will torture you. I'll torture your little boy toy too." He growled, smiling slightly. You gave a dry laugh and rolled your eyes.

"How did you even get in here?" You queried, ignoring what he had said. He chuckled and caressed your cheek, you flinching away from his poisonous touch.

"Wouldn't you like to know. Now get out of here before I put you and your boyfriend in so much pain that you will be screaming for me to kill you both already." He stated, bringing the knife down and stabbing you slightly in the side, causing you to scream in pain. He laughed in joy and dug the knife in deeper. "Heed my warning." He then dispersed, leaving you to cry out your pain and misery.

A few minutes after you packed your stuff and left Dean a note. You did not want to put yourself in danger, and more importantly you did not want to put them in danger. With one last sigh you left your and Dean's room and exited the bunker.
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3:00pm- Dean arrives home
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"Babe I'm home! Sam dropped me off and went on a food run, he'll be back in a little bit." Dean called out to the bunker, but he only received silence. Thinking you were probably sleeping, he shrugged it off and put down his duffle bag. He left for his and your room, a small happy smile present on his face.

"Y/n." He whispered quietly as he opened the door. A frown took place on his face as he saw you not there. Your car was out front, so where were you? He then saw a white piece of paper folded neatly and placed on your bed. He picked it up and unfolded it, scanning it with his eyes.

Hey babe,

It's your wonderful girl right here. You might not think I'm wonderful after what I am going to tell you.

Anyways, I'm just going to right out say it; I'm leaving.

Dean frowned, his eyes widening in vulnerability as he read on.

Before you think it's your fault, it's not. Trust me. I still love you to pieces, but I have to leave. I have to leave to keep you and myself safe. Someone is threatening us, threatening to hurt you.

I can't let that happen baby. I hope you understand. Maybe one day, when all these monsters aren't out to hurt us, we can live happily. But sadly that day is not today.

I'm so sorry. I love you so much Dean. Thanks for the memories babe, I'll be holding onto them for life.

Love,
Y/n

Dean crumpled to the floor, tears streaming down his face. He didn't believe it. The one person he loved dearly (besides Sam) was leaving. He read the note again and shouted angrily, punching the wall behind him. He was going to get her back, and whoever was forcing her to leave would have to pay.

For the rest of the day and most of the night he sat there, thinking of you, thinking of all the memories you both made together. Tears nonstop slid down his face and onto the wood floor. He was broken. His heart was crushed. His soul was tainted, more so then usual.

The love of his life left.
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Hehe sadness. Anyways, should I make a part two? Or should I just leave it with a painful ending?

stay thirsty my friends,
noelle