Supernatural Imagines

Healer Dean X Psychic!Reader

As Requested By The Fabulous Average_Writer_

Song: One Call Away -Charlie Puth

The bitter silence of the night was disturbing as I walked around my house at 2 in the morning. I usually get visions of people who need my help. One day I just received a vision of a person vitally injured, I drove to their location and found the person.

She was cut really bad and the nearest hospital was about two miles away. I held her arm in hope of stopping the blood and her arm glowed then I lifted my hand. Her cut had been healed. That was a long time ago, so now here I am, waiting for the vision.

Then it hits me like a bullet. I see a man, his stomach is bleeding and he is very pale. This is what I called a bad one. I saw a sign that read in neon lights 'Johnson's Car Lot'. That place isn't too far. I grab my coat and keys. There's a man I need to save.

I drive as fast as I can without passing the speed limit to the car lot. When its in my view I see a man stumbling by, the man I need to save.

I park next to the curb and start sprinting towards the man. As I run along the road I slip, cutting my arms. Nice job (Y/N) I think. Not now, no time for thinking. The man collapses and I kneel beside him, putting my hands on his stomach.

I feel the vibration of the healing powers I possess flow through my body, into the mans wound. His wound is healed within minutes.

He opens his green eyes, emerald green eyes. I immediately feel a pull. "Where am I?" He asks. "You're safe, for now, come on up we get." I pull him to his feet and he backs off. "How do I know I can trust you?" He asks.

I scoff "Are you saying you can't trust me after I just saved you're life?" He chuckles "Good point, I'm Dean." He hold out his hand. "I'm (Y/N)." We walk to the car and drive back to my house.

Dean is holding an icepack against his head and sitting at my table while I wash off my 'battle' wounds. "Why can't you use your healing mojo on yourself?"

I laugh at his use of words. I whip around, my (H/C) hitting me in the face. Real smooth (Y/N), real smooth. "I don't know Dean, it just doesn't work on me." He nods and goes back to his icepack.

"Thanks for helping me." He says and gets up to leave. I put my hand on his chest stopping him. "You're not going anywhere bud." He scoffs "I'm fine (Y/N)." He tries to avoid me, but I push myself in front of him again. "You need to take it easy! I have dealt with this before." He huffs and sits back down.

I pull out the spare bed from the couch for Dean, while fluffing the pillows I hear him having a conversation. I peek around the corner and see him talking on his phone. I don't mean to eavesdrop but other people conversations are so interesting.

"Yes Sam I am fine."

"No, I'm under lockdown at the moment."

"This chick, (Y/N) she helped me, told me to take it easy."

"I'm going to leave in the morning."

"Sam! I swear to god if that pie is gone when I come back I will kill you, bring you back, and kill you again."

"Yes, bye."

He flips his phone shut and I come out of my corner. "So how did you get hurt Dean?" I ask him. He looks at me "I don't think I should tell you, you'd think I'm crazy." I laugh "Yeah it's probably not as crazy as my healing hands." He rolls his eyes "I hunt."

I scoff "Hunt what? I don't think a rabbit can cut your stomach." He bites his lip "The supernatural, I hunt the supernatural." I shrug "Cool." He looks at me with disbelief. "Cool? No craziness or me being a psychopath?" I shake my head. "Nope, want a beer?"