Dean Imagine:
You slip and get hurt in the shower, and he has to come in and get you.
(Third person Point Of View)
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You screeched as your body slammed against the hard bathtub, causing your ankle and shoulder to throb unbearably. You sat there and cried out for help, and within seconds, Dean burst in.
"(Y/n)?! What happened?" He asked, putting his gun down, but his candy apple eyes were still full of concern. "I think I twisted my ankle and hurt my shoulder." You told him, and he nodded, wrapping a towel around you to make sure he didn't see any parts of you that you didn't want him to see. You've always had a crush on Dean, but you've been careful not to ruin your friendship through your feelings.
Dean hauled you downstairs in his arms and brought you to the library table where he could fix your ankle.
Once he was done, he helped you up, and carried you back into your room to get dressed since you were still in a towel.
You attempted independently dressing, but as soon as Dean left your room, you felt hopeless.
"Dean?" You called again, and he came back up to help you, "Can you help me get dressed?" You asked shyly, and with those words, a smirk formed across Dean lips, making him grin from ear to ear.
He finally nodded with a wink before he walked over to your wardrobe.
He chose a sheer pair of underwear and a lace bra, considering you exactly mobile, you stuck with it and slowly dropped your towel and put on your underclothes when you were sure Dean had turned around.
"What do you want to wear?" Dean asked you, looking through your abundant clothes. "Something comfortable, please" you responded with.
Dean walked over to you, placing a red tank top, a white sweater, and a pair of sweatpants next to you.
A small smile formed across his face as he helped you into your clothes, only causing you to blush, you've never felt so exposed to him, yet you loved it and you love being with him.
Right before night fell, Dean came into your room, "You know, (Y/N), it might be best if you slept in my room tonight, just in case you got hurt again or needed anything." He suggested, and you nodded, "That'd be great."
Dean walked over to you, gently picking you up and being careful not to injure you further.
You laid down in his bed next to him, your head using his chest as a pillow and he had his arms protectively wrapped around you as if you were as delicate as glass. Even though neither of you ever admitted your feelings to each other, you two knew that you both loved each other, so you stayed like that, comfortable in the silence that was between the two of you, holding each other in your arms.
