Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #41: Forgive

Imagine: While Dean had the Mark of Cain, he tried to kill you. And once he got rid of it, you still had trouble trusting him. But then one day during a hunt, he saves your life.

Age: 15

     Dean was wary around you now. You were wary around him now. And neither of you really had it in them to believe that you could go back to the way you used to be. You were spread apart and kept apart by distrust and by guilt.

     But that didn't mean he didn't love you.

      And that didn't mean you didn't love him.

      You couldn't help that you flinched every time he raised his arm. You couldn't help that every time you looked at him, all you saw was the man who beat you to a bloody pulp with his bare hands. You couldn't help it.

     And so you stayed uncomfortably apart.

     It was during a hunt when the first signs of change began.

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     "Y/n!" Sam called warningly, just as a werewolf grabbed you by the shirt, holding you to his chest with fangs bared and aimed for your neck. His claws bore into your gut and he tore a hole through both your shirt and your skin. It wasn't a deep cut, not deep enough to kill, but it was searingly painful nonetheless.

     "Time's up, Sam," The wolf taunted, completely unaware of the third Winchester brother, creeping forward behind him, "You're too late."

     The wolf raised his head and prepared to bite, but he never got the chance, for suddenly Dean had yanked him away, spun him around, and sent his silver knife plunging into the wolf's stomach.

     There were a few strangled gurgles to emanate from the wolf as you fell to your knees on the floor, clutching your stomach and the tattered remains of your shirt.

     The wolf's body thudded to the floor and you looked up to see that Dean had rushed to you, closer than he'd voluntarily put himself in months, holding your shoulder as he looked you up and down.

     "Are you okay? Can you see me? Am I blurry?" He began asking the routine questions he asked when Sam or you got injured, but his voice betrayed his fear, his eyes gave away his worry. And as you looked at him, freaking over you and stressing over you, picking you up and carrying you outside with Sam close behind, you saw. You saw for the first time.

     You saw just in time to black out.

---------------The Next Day--------------

     A day later and Cas had healed you, Sam had given you the okay to move, and you were more than ready to fix things.

     Dean sat alone on the couch, watching some cowboy movie and sipping quietly from a beer he didn't seem very interested in. You stood in the doorway behind him a moment, watching the back of his head and taking a deep breath. Shaking your head a little, you stepped into the room.

     "Watcha watchin'?" You asked cheerfully as you walked around the couch. Dean glanced up at you, already confused by how happy you seemed.

     "I don't know, some movie." He responded as you sat beside him on the couch.

A smile spread across your face as you leaned into him, under the arm that was thrown over the couch and laying your head on his chest. You could practically see how tense he was as he looked down at you.

After he stayed frozen in place a few moments, you glanced up at him, the first time you'd met his green eyes in a long time.

"What's the matter, Dean?" You asked, and he blinked.

"Nothing," He stuttered, "It's just, you're touching me, and you're letting me touch you."

You smiled, snuggling further into his chest, "Dean, I saw the way you looked at me yesterday. You were terrified that I'd gotten hurt."

You looked up at him, "For so long, I couldn't look at you without seeing the man who tried to kill me. But when you picked me up and you carried me to the car and you were screaming Cas's name and crying, I didn't see a killer."

He had smiled while you spoke, his eyes watering, and you sat up enough to twist around and grasp his face gently in your hands.

"I see my brother. I see a man that I love and a man that loves me. And I'm ready to take things back to how they were, and be your sister again." He didn't say anything, and a spark of fear grew in you, "Isn't that what you want?"

"Yeah," A tear dripped down his face, "I just want my baby girl back."

You giggled and threw yourself into his embrace, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. He squeezed you to him, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

You pulled away, but didn't let go, "So what do you say we watch this stupid movie?"

He chuckled, "Sounds like a plan."

You turned around and returned to your spot, his arm now drawn tight around you as you tucked your feet beneath you and laid your head on his chest.

"I missed this." He whispered, his nose sinking to your head as he kissed your hair. You hummed and wriggled as close to him as you could get.

"Welcome back, Dean."