Supernatural Imagines

Shhh... - Dean Winchester

Hunting took its toll on everyone, especially Dean. He'd fight tooth and nail if it meant the world would be in a much better state than it was now. That's exactly what he did but it had its effects. He'd come home cut up, broken in more cases than you would have liked, and tiredness would riddle every single one of his features as if it belonged there, which is most did not. Every case they went on was a cause of worry for you only because you never knew what the outcome would be or how they would return home. But when they did come home you would doctor your boys up and afterwards grab you all a beer or two then just sit and listen to what they said. Whether it involved the hunt they had just returned from, different stories from when they were younger, maybe even a new incite of a creature you never knew before.

But this time when the Winchester's returned home, they weren't greeted by the normal warmth and welcome of one of your hugs, no they were met with silence which was more than unusual. Dean couldn't ever remember a time since you joined their little team that you haven't greeted them at the door. It worried him to say the least. He and Sam dropped their duffles down on the floor and walked through the bunker, is search for the missing y/n. Sam checked the library and the kitchen areas while Dean went to check if you were in your room and just didn't hear them come in. As he walked down the hall, he noticed that his bedroom door was slightly opened and could see the flashes of light coming from the TV from the cracked door. He opened the door slowly and smiled at the sight he saw before him.

There you laid upon his bed, looking ever so peaceful as you slept. He couldn't help but think that you must have fallen asleep while waiting for them to get home. He could hear Sam walking up behind him, "I couldn't find her..." the younger Winchester started to say before Dean cut him off turning slightly and holding his index finger up to his mouth.

"Shh." Dean then pointed over to his bed. Sam looked into the room to see you sleeping almost peacefully.

"Want me to take her to her room?" His younger brother whispered as the two continued to watch.

"No, she's fine where she is. Looks as if she had a longer day than we did." Dean could almost see what the day brought you as he studied your face. He could hear the cold that you had gotten while they were away on your voice this morning when he called telling you they were on their way home. Dean had heard the coughing you tried to hide from him by pulling the phone away from your face and coughing into your arm to muffle the sounds. Although you looked peaceful as you sleep, he could see your loss in the color of your entire face besides the rose color that riddled your nose. You had fallen over to your side wrapped almost like a burrito in your favorite blanket that Sam had gotten you for Christmas the year before.

Sam nodded knowing exactly what his older brother meant. He could see it all riddled upon your face as well. You were his best friend and you all bundled up and sick, like you were worried him just like it does his brother. He made a mental note to make sure they had stocked the infirmary and kitchen with everything you may need the next few days. "Well then goodnight." He said and patted Dean's shoulder walking down to his bedroom to crash for the night before getting up early in the morning to go a supply run.

"Night." Dean replied to his brother before making his way into his room. He sat on the edge of his bed and moved the hair out of your face. Feeling the slight movement of his fingers against your face, your eyes fluttered open.

When you saw who it was who was touching you, you smiled. "Dean? When did you get home?" You questioned with a slight sniffle.

Dean smiled back at you. "Not that long ago." He felt your forehead and cheeks with the back of his hand. "Dang y/n/n, your burning up." he said with a worried expression on his face.

"I'm fine." You almost whispered, your throat hurting from all the coughing you had done throughout the day. You knew that he had seen right through the 'I'm fine' persona, he always did.

"Fine my ass." He said as he laid down next to you after taking off his pants to refill the boxers underneath and his flannel. He turned his head and looked at you, his face full of concern. He loved you, not that he had ever told you, and he hated seeing you all vulnerable and sick.

"Really D, I'm fine." Your voice sounding more hoarse than it had this morning when you had talked to him and you knew he could tell.

"Whatever you say, sweetheart. Still don't believe you though." He said looking up at the ceiling. You slid closer to him and cuddled up to him for warmth. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. He'd do anything to get you to feel better right now because he worried so much about you when he and Sam are gone even when they aren't and you're as close as you are right now. He'll always worry.

After a few minutes of silence that had fallen between the two of you, Dean began to hear your tiny snores signaling that you had fallen back to sleep. He smiled to himself, gave you a slight squeeze and closed his eyes to fall asleep himself. Before he drifted off his made a mental promise to himself and you that tomorrow was going to all about taking care of you no matter how much you were to protest.