Imagine: Dean finding out your boyfriend abuses you so he does something about it and then he confesses his feelings for you...
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You breath in shakily as you walk towards the Impala in your driveway. You were going to hang out with Dean and Sam for the day, since they had always been your two best friends in the whole world. Dean said he'd pick you up, and he recently texted you that he was in the driveway.
You inhale deeply, trying to hide the tears that had recently spilled out of your eyes. You pull down the black sleeves of your long sleeved turtle neck sweater, even though it was the middle of June, and you wince as you accidentally run your fingernail over a fresh bruise.
Dean smiles as he rolls down the window. You try to smile back at him, but it doesn't touch your eyes. He notices, but doesn't say anything as you enter the passenger seat of the impala.
You get in slowly as the bruises all over your body erupt in pain. You wince as you sit down. Tears form in your eyes. This time Dean doesn't hold back. He knows something is really wrong. He feels really worried in that moment.
"What's wrong, Y/N?" He asks in genuine concern which is surprising for him. Dean normally doesn't care about anyone except Sam.
You look away, biting your lip and shaking your head. He doesn't buy it. He reaches out and grips your arm -gently- but you cry out in pain on instinct. He lifts up your sleeve as gently as possible and his breath hitches in his throat. Bruises are seen littering your skin. Some fresh, some old, and some just look really painful.
You begin to whimper, the moment dean gave you a hurt look. "Where did you get these?" He asks barely above a whisper.
You shake your head, not wanting to say.
"Where, Y/N!" He shouts between his clenched teeth. He sounds beyond upset, and You flinch at the tone in his voice.
"Y-Y/B/N..." You stutter with the tears falling from your eyes.
"He hurts you?!" He growls out and you look away but nod your head, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.
He doesn't say anything else, he just storms out of the impala, slamming the door behind him, making you leap into the air. At first as you watch him storm over to your front door where you and your boyfriend share a house, you were too frozen in fear to even think about chasing after him. But as he pounds his fist against the wooden door angrily, you leap out of your seat and scurry towards him.
Dean taps his foot, tense with anger, and as you approach him, you place your hand on his arm and try to tug him back to the car. He doesn't budge.
"Dean, please! You'll only make things worse... please, let's just go..." You plead in a soft voice.
He shakes your hand off of his arm and ignores your pleading. You open your mouth to try again but the front door opens to reveal Y/B/N.
He stands in the doorway in all of his tall 6'8" glory. He is dressed in a white tee shirt and blue plaid boxers, and he had half a beer bottle in his right hand that hung loosely at his side. He sent a glare your way and then he spoke to you.
"What are you doing back here? I thought you were going to be a slut with the Winchester's today?" He growls out in a drunken voice.
You look to the ground, your bottom lip quivering. Dean was seething. "You little bitch! You aren't allowed to speak to her!" He barely has a lid on his anger.
Y/B/N turns his head lazily and glares at Dean with a disgusted and bordering on angry glare. "I can talk to her however I want, she's my bitch, not yours." He says with an arrogant scoff.
At that moment Dean swings his fist and connects with the side of Y/B/N face. He drops his beer and falls to the ground, the glass bottle shattering upon contact with the hard wood floor. Dean is still shaking with anger as he steps inside, hovering over a now laughing Y/B/N.
"You shouldn't have done that." He says as he pushes himself off the floor and readies himself for a fight with Dean Winchester.
You step inside just as they began fist fighting. "Dean! Stop! Y/B/N! Leave him alone!" You yelled as you stood helplessly on the side lines as Dean punched Y/B/N a few more times in the face, and he retaliated with shoving Dean forcefully into the wall across from them. He held him there while Dean tried to wrestle out of his grip. But Y/B/N had begun punching Dean in the face.
You begin screaming at him to stop and let Dean go because he begins bleeding and he stands there, putting up less of a fight then before. "What's wrong, Y/N? You don't want me to hurt your boy toy? Are you scared your pet won't be able to save you? Well you're right you know! He can't save you! Nobody can, not after I'm done with you!" He screams in anger as he holds Dean against the wall but faces you.
You begin to cry. You felt utterly helpless and you hated that feeling. Y/B/N throws Dean to the ground and stalks towards you. You cower back in fear. Y/B/N slaps you across the face, and the force was enough to knock you to the floor, landing in the broken glass that penetrated your skin.
You cry out in pain as the searing pain spread throughout your hands, your legs and your face where the glass had made contacted with. You feel your face sting where he had slapped you.
When you looked up Dean had hit Y/B/N with the baseball bat that hung over the one wall -because it had been signed by a famous baseball player - over the head and the bat cracked upon impact, and Y/B/N had instantly passed out. He fell to the floor, and lied limp in front of you. Dean breathed deeply for a moment before he picked up the home phone and dialed 911, reporting an abusive boyfriend trying to hurt his girlfriend, and then he helped you up to your feet.
He stares you deep in the eyes and you can't help but stare back. "Let's get you cleaned up." He says and helps you to the impala, where he keeps an extra first aid kit along with all of his weapons in the trunk.
He takes out all the broken glass from your skin, cleans up your cuts, and bandages them before he pulled you in for a protective hug. You begin to whimper into his chest as he rubs your back gently, careful of your bruises and all your other injuries. You stand there in silence, waiting for the police to come so they can take Y/B/N to jail and so you can tell them what happened.
You pull away, looking up at Dean with your large Y/E/C eyes and speaking in a soft voice. "Why...?" You trail off.
He sighs. "I couldn't let him get away with hurting you... the truth is... I... I love you, Y/N. I have for a while now, but I thought you were happy with that Douchebag so I didn't interfere... I mean, if I only knew earlier I would have done something sooner, because I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt..." he speaks in a gentle voice and you smile. Feeling happy for once in your life.
"I love you too, Dean..." you whisper in a soft voice and then he leans down and presses his lips gently to your own.
The kiss was something sweet and tender and passionate and slow, something that made you feel warm and safe with Deans soft lips pressed to your own. He moved his hands down to your hips and pulled you closer to his body, and you moved your arms up and around his neck. The kiss lasted what felt like forever, and Dean only pulled away when he was about to pass out from lack of oxygen.
He pulled you close to his chest and kissed your forehead protectively.
From that day on, Dean Winchester has devoted his life to you and protecting you and making you happy, he told you about the supernatural, he taught you how to hunt, and you never left his side...
Dean Winchester had become the soul mate you so rightfully deserved.
