Supernatural imagines

Dean x Reader ~ two

Thirteen years ago...

You were just a kid when you met Sam and Dean Winchester. A man named Bobby Singer was looking after you, since you lost your parents to a demon, and he knew Sam and Dean's father, John. Sometimes, when John visited, he would bring the boys. You would play and laugh and act like a family, most of the time.

Now, Sam, he was the sweetest, smartest kid you'd ever known. He always took care of you, shared with you and loved you like a little sister. You were so important to him. On one occasion, you heard him asking Bobby if he would make sure you never got into hunting. When Bobby asked why, Sam replied "It's too dangerous, I don't want her to get hurt." And the two never spoke of it again. The only thing was, Bobby had already taught you how defend yourself as best you could. He taught you how to shoot, fight and hide. For your eleventh birthday, Bobby got you your first gun- a Smith and Wesson Model 4006, but you never used it. You understood that he did it protect you, and at the time, that seemed like a good enough reason. Sam was the closest thing you had to family, aside from Bobby.

Then there was Dean. Dean tried his absolute hardest to stay away from you. He hated the idea of having another sibling. He would tell you that you weren't Sam's real family and that you would never mean as much to him as him and John. But, he was just a kid. He was scared of Sam leaving him. Dean wouldn't play with you, he would hardly talk to you, and he pretended that he hated you. Deep down, he wanted to show you he cared really. He'd been taught to hide his feelings, so that's what he did. One day though, Dean was wandering around the scrap yard, amongst the rubble and remains of old cars, sulking because John had left him and Sam at Bobby's while he went on a hunt. He was sixteen and you were twelve. You had noticed he was especially moody that day, and so decided to follow him. You kept your distance, watching him carefully. He stared straight ahead, not realising that he was about to step in a puddle. Dean put his foot down and the water splashed upwards, soaking his entire trouser leg. Angrily, he groaned and stomped, slipping on a bit of mud, losing his balance, and falling straight into the puddle of dirty water. You hurried over to him, worriedly, and tried to help him up. He pulled his arm away from you and told you to leave him alone. "No Dean," you said softly. "Let me help you." Dean shook his head. "I don't need your help, you're just a kid." Hauling himself up from the ground, he towered over you. "Why can't you just let me help you?" You asked in a small, sad voice. "Because I don't want to okay!" He shouted at you. Dean's loud voice made you flinch. He noticed this and his features softened. "Okay..." you croaked, your voice barely a whisper. "I just wanted to help." Before Dean could see you cry, you ran back to the bunker and up to your room. You sobbed into your pillow, fretting over what you could have possible done to make Dean hate you... About half an hour later, there was a gentle knock on your door. You didn't reply, because you were in no mood to talk to anybody. "Y/N?" Dean hummed. Your sighed and fought to hold back tears. "Listen, Y/N. I'm sorry I'm such a jerk. I don't mean to be, it's just... It's hard to care about someone when you know you're gonna have to leave them. I'm not gonna be around forever kid." Dean explained, his voice muffled by the door. Approaching the door slowly, you reached out and pulled down the handle. When the door opened, Dean looked down at you apologetically. You moved out the way for him to come in and he sat with you on the bed. "I wasn't thinking about how much I was hurting you, I was just thinking about myself. I know how hard it is to say goodbye, and I don't wanna say goodbye to you, or Bobby, or this place. Do you know what I mean?" He frowned. You smiled sympathetically and nodded " I know Dean. I know you aren't gonna be around forever. That's why I want to spend time with you now." You tried to sound grown up like him. You could have sworn you saw tears start to gather in his eyes. "I know what will make you feel better!" You gasped and jumped up from your bed. Running to your cabinet, you opened the top drawer and rummaged through. Finally, you found two envelopes, one with Dean's name scribbled on the front, the other with Sam's. You took Dean's and scurried back over to him. Handing him the envelope, he looked at you with a curious smile. "What's this?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow. "I was saving it for when you were leaving, but now is good." You answered vaguely. Dean opened it up and pulled out the letter. It read: