Random Imagines {Requests are OPEN!!}

Let me Help You~Dean Winchester (requested)

This is for my best friend Katelin (awkwardllamacorn ). She's been having a rough time lately and she helped me through so many things that I don't even know where to start with thanking her. I guess this is where to start. Thanks Kate. ^_^
-Morgan

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"Katelin! Katelin, guess what!" Dean shouted, bursting into the room. I turned away quickly, swiping at my soaked face. He came over and sat next to me on the bed, a concerned look taking over his face. "Katelin... are you ok?" He asked, the weak light from the window barely illuminating the room.

I shrugged, staring blankly at the wall across from me as tears continued to roll down my face. "Katelin... are... are you crying?" He asked, his voice rising in disbelief and slight anger. Again, I shrugged. "Hey, come here," he said, pulling me into his arms. Which, by the way, have some extreme muscles and oh my God his eyes!

Dammit he's making me want to tell him stuff that I'm not ready to tell anyone. He rocked me back and forth and hummed Metallica in my ear before he tried again. "What's wrong?"

"Noth–"

"The truth, please," he restated, his voice coming out harsh. Dean looked down at me before saying, "Sorry, that came out harsher than intended." I smiled lightly before I shrugged again.

He smirked and started whining. "Come on, tell meeeeeee." If I'm being honest, he sounded like a five year old begging his mom for candy. Kinda cute, though. "Aye, if you don't tell me I'm gonna torture you into telling me," he said with a smirk as I realised what he was saying. "You wouldn't," I said, wiping my face as the tears finally stopped.

He sighed dramatically and said, "Alright, extra training it is." He started to leave when I called out to him. "Wait!" I chased him down the hallway and got close enough to tackle him.

Dean smirked suggestively and I realised the position we were in and the wide eyed look Sam was giving us. I hastily got up off of him and went to my room again. Soon after, Dean walked in. "So, what's up buttercup?" He asked, leaning against the wall. I shook my head, saying, "It's nothing... I just wish I.... oh never mind."

Dean's playful expression dropped and he took on a more serious look. "Hey, it's ok. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I looked over at him, debating whether or not to tell him.

I finally heaved a sigh and said, "No, you deserve to know." He leaned back and gave me his complete attention. "It all started the night that we went to celebrate me best friend's birthday," I said, getting lost in the memory.

*flashback*

"So, Morgan, how does it feel to be 19?" I asked, leaning against the wall of the club our friend snuck us into. She shrugged, running a hand through her black hair. "I dunno, same as any age, I guess," she smirked as she seen our friend, Valerie, talking to one of the guys.

"Come on, let's see if we can find you someone, since you're so concerned," I said jokingly, dragging her along. She simply laughed and followed me without a choice. I suddenly lost grip on her hand as she stopped dead in the middle of the dancers.

I followed her stare and seen what, or rather who, she was looking at. Gotta admit, he was kinda ugly. But whatever made her happy, I guess. I walked with her over to the guy, who had dark blue eyes and stupid brown hair. "Always with the square heads, huh," I muttered and she snorted, elbowing me.

The guy raised an eyebrow in amusement and smiled at Morgan. "Hi," he said, seeming friendly enough. "Hi," she returned, sounding extremely nervous. "I'm Hayden," he stated and she told him her name.