Supernatural Imagines

Dean Winchester X Reader

You're On A Hunt With Dean & The Shifter Replaces Him
Title- I'm Not A Confessional
Warnings- violence, fluff, rape, sexual assault
Requested by TrinityAckles

Oh my gawd GURLLLLL I am so fucking sorry this took so long, I've had some stuff going on 😣😖😭 but we're all good now, gonna put the fluff in this one, then a second part with smut (after reading thru what I had I realised it was already fluffy and kinda sweet as is and I didn't wanna ruin it with hardcore Daddy Dean sex)? If you want another one-shot (or even an update on one of my books of your choice), I will try to get it out for you asap as my sorry for taking so long
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You stalked through the foliage, wincing every time you misplaced your feet, your heavy duty boots easily snapping the twigs beneath you.

You snapped you head to the side as a call echoed over your head and through the trees.

Suddenly you didn't care about how much noice you were making.

"Dean" you screamed.

He didn't respond and you could feel the bile rising in your throat as you ran throughout the maze of trees.

"Y/N" Dean's voice shouted from behind you and you skidded to a stop, making a 360 turn and throwing yourself in his open arms.

"Oh Dean, don't fucking scare me like you!" You scolded him, running your hands over his face, searching for injuries, before a loud cough caused you to step back.

Personal space, forgot.

"I, I need to tell you something, Y/N" Dean murmured "I, ummm, I just...."

"Spit it out" you snapped.

"I really like you Y/N, like a lot. And I've wanted to tell you, since I met  you."

You wanted to laugh, this had to be a joke. He had to be playing you, to gauge you reaction.

His face didn't morph into a smile, or even a smirk, as it did when he usually joked with you.

The truth hit you like an avalanche.

Dean liked you.

Liked you.

"I, Dean..."

"You don't feel the same, do you?" Dean's voice started out quiet, before growling to a shrill yell when you didn't reply "Do you?!"

A growl dug up from his throat, a sound that you had never heard Dean make, ever, escaped his lips.

Then you realised.

Your eyes grew wide.

You opened your mouth to scream, but the monster with Dean's face launched at you, wrapping his bony fingers around you, crushing your windpipe and burying your voice within you.

"Why couldn't you just be a good girl, Y/N, why couldn't you have just smiled and gone with it?" The monster growled, leaning down and licking your neck before clamping his teeth down on your ear lobe.

"Why don't we have some fun, Y/N? I know you like Dean, it'll be just like you're with him. Why don't we just...?"

One of the monster's hands released your neck, allowing you to suck in air rapidly. His hand clamped around your breast, ripping your shirt off, chuckling at your lack of a bra.

Tears welled up in your eyes, escaping and running down your face, taking black eye makeup with them.

He smirked, another chuckle slowly passing his lips, before it was cut short by a gasp and his body dropped on top of yours, his hands releasing you.

You let out a loud sob, throwing him off you and squirming away, covering yourself up with your hands and burying your face between your knees.

"Y/N" the real Dean shouted "are you okay?"

You tried to reply but in the place of words, all that came out were syllables, broken up by sobs and hiccups.

"Baby" he scooped you up in his arms, pulling you into his chest and burying his face in your hair "I'm here now, Y/N, it's okay baby."

You dug your fingers int his jacket, clinging to him like you depended on it.