𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 | 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

bang {1} | dean x reader

type: tragedy, fluff
warnings: gore, swearing

imagine: with the wrong moves on a witch hunt, dean shoots you

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Dean loaded his gun with witch killing bullets, and Sam grabbed a page with some foreign spell on it. You too grabbed a gun, examining it with careful hands.

"All good?" Sam mumbled, closing the trunk. Dean nodded, and you stood still, sighing. "Y/N?"

"I don't know," You huffed. "I just want to kill this bitch."

Dean paced over, pressing a firm kiss onto your forehead. "It'll be okay," He smiled, clutching your hand. You nodded, and began to pace into the old hotel.

The three of you paced through the hallways, splitting at an intersection. You continued, pacing up the stairs.

Something didn't feel right about this hunt. You were unsettled by everything around you. Stop being a wimp. It's just another witch hunt.

You began down an extended hallway, checking all of the doors. All of them were locked.

"Y/N, right?" A female voice erupted behind you. You turned around, pointing your gun straight out. "Oh, honey, that little thing won't do anything."

"Why are you killing my family?" You growled. Gently pressing your pointer finger against the trigger.

The witch smiled, looking almost amused. Her voice grew cold and she hissed, "Well why don't you blame it on old Grandpa L/N? You hunters don't consider what happens when you kill something, do you? Do you know what he did to me? He took everything from me! I am going to take everything from him, and you are next on the list!"

"So what, you're just going to kill me?" You asked. She laughed, shaking her head. She approached you, but you couldn't seem to move. "W-What are you doing?"

"Won't it be so sad when little Y/N can't even seem to remember the man to taught her everyone?" Fear grew through your eyes, and she placed her hand on your forehead. "Mentem tuam ac volunt-"

"Get away from her!" A gruff voice yelled. The witch stopped reciting her spell, turning to see the eldest Winchester.

"Oh, that's my cue," She grinned. Dean quickly aimed up, just as the witch screamed, "Vanesce!"

Bang.

The fear in your eyes was replaced by terror as the witch disappeared, and the bullet sunk straight into your upper abdomen. You let out a strangled gasp, and fell to the floor.

Dean bolted to your side, screaming, "Y/N!" He held you in his arms, blood seeping onto his fingers. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. You're okay. It'll be okay."

You shook your head, not very sure of what was going on. Everything seemed to go fuzzy. "D-Dean?" You mumbled.

"It's me. You're okay. Alright..." He nervously grumbled. He threw off his flannel, tearing off the sleeve. He tightly wrapped it around you, continuing to mumble little words.

You huffed out a strong breath and Dean's eyes grew with alarm. He tried to find more words, but couldn't seem to. You held on to him with desperation. "Get Sam," You weakly whispered.

Dean yelled out his younger brothers name, shifting his position. He slowly picked you up and you winced at the new form. Looking down, you noticed a pool of dark blood seeping into the floorboards.

Sam dashed into the room, exasperatedly mumbling, "Y/N..."

Dean rushed you out to the car, forcing Sam to drive. He held you in the backseat, stroking your hair with shaky hands. Everything in your mind seemed so jumbled. You knew you got shot, but everything else was going at a much too fast pace for you to comprehend.

"Dean," You whined, laying into him. His hands stopped, reaching down to your fingers.

"W-What? Are you okay? Stay with me," He quickly muttered. You let out another painful groan.

"I'm gonna get blood all over the car," You cried, breathing quickly.

He let out a relieved sigh. "It's okay. Baby's been through worse."

You squeezed his hand as Sam drove over a bump and another wave of pain washed over you. Tears rolled down your face, your vocals chords becoming a slushed mess of slurred whimpers.

A suddenly epiphany hit you. "Cas," You huffed with all the energy you had. "Get Cas."

You closed your eyes for one final time, falling into a state of memories. Very faintly, you heard Dean screaming for the angel.

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"No! No! No!" You laughed as Dean chased you around the bunker. "Aaah! You can't catch me!"

"Yes I can!" Dean yelled, slowing down a bit.

You bolted into the kitchen spotting Sam. You sprinted behind him to hide, catching your breath. Dean paced into the room, a small grin on his face.

Sam's face change drastically from confused to merely amused. "Heyyyy Sammy," Dean grinned. "Have you seen Y/N anywhere?"

"Oh," Sam smiled. "Do you mean..."

"Oh my God, no!" You squealed, trying to run away, but it was too late. Sam grabbed you, holding your small body to his chest.

"-this Y/N?" Sam finished. You screamed as Dean ran up, tickling the pure shit out of you.

Sam joined in and you fell to the floor, uncontrollably scream-laughing. "Stop!" You screamed, your voice hitching.

The boys melted into wisps of smoke. "I don't remember this," You mumbled, standing up. The doorway was pure white. Small images of you and the boys flashed past it. "Memories?"

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