Supernatural Imagines

Imagine #102

     Imagine: You and Dean being hunting partners for a long time, and maybe something a little more that neither of you would admit. But after a falling out, you lose contact for years. Suddenly, out of the blue, he calls, asking you to meet him.

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I sat in the diner booth, sipping my coffee as I read through the newspaper. The window next to me showed white, snow falling on the ground. That day was just a quiet day, I hadn't had a case for weeks. But suddenly, my phone rang with an unknown number on the screen. I furrowed my eyebrows, picking up my phone. The green button slid to the right as I answered it.

"Yeah?" I answered, taking another sip from my mug.

"Y/N?" a man said, and I thought I recognized the voice.

"...Who is this?" I questioned.

     "...It's Dean," he replied, sounding relieved, and I seemed to freeze. "Winchester...You still there?"

     "D-Dean?" I finally stuttered after a pause.

     "I know. It's been a while, huh?" he chuckled, but there was a sense of sadness in his voice.

     Dean Winchester was calling me. I didn't know how, or why. We hadn't spoken in years. It all started after a werewolf came after me when I was young, and John had taken me in. Dean and his brother were my family. But Dean and I, our relationship wasn't brother-and-sister. It was deeper than that. But then I lost a close friend of mine, and I needed to go out on my own. I just never went back. And now with him calling me with that tone he had, I knew something was wrong.

     "What's wrong?" I asked him.

     "What? Nothing," he scoffed, but I knew he was lying.

     "No, not nothing," I shook my head. "It's been years, Dean. You've got that tone."

     "...I was never able to keep anything from you," he pointed out, and I scoffed lightly.

     "Alright, you're starting to freak me out," I told him. "Talk to me."

     "...Alright, fine," he said. "Something is up. And I know it doesn't make any sense, but it's got something to do with you. I'm just glad it hasn't got to you yet."

     "What hasn't?" I questioned.

     "How far are you from Lebanon, Kansas?" he returned, and I furrowed my eyebrows.

     "Uh...a day's drive? I don't know," I said. "Why?"

     "Just send me your location and I'll meet you halfway," he said. "We should talk in person."

     "Dean, you're not making any sense," I told him. "I can't just drop -- "

     "Y/N, it's the only way I know you're safe," he snapped, but it was softly. "Please?"

     "...Ok," I gulped nervously. "Alright, I'm going."

     "I'll see you soon," he said, hanging up.

     I looked down at my phone, thinking about how crazy this was. I sighed, leaving my plate of food and full cup of coffee. Just me resorting back to old ways -- dropping everything for Dean Winchester once again. Damn it.