Supernatural Imagines & Preferences ^Completed^

Coming Out (TFW×Reader)

   (Hi. So, in this imagine, (Y/S) will represent "your sexuality." I tried to keep this one a bit more inclusive since I know people of all sexualities read this story. So, yeah. Love you guys :)) - Emma)

   It's no big deal, (Y/N). They're your best friends; they'd understand. You tapped your foot anxiously, awaiting the arrival of your boys. They had gone on a hunt without you while stayed home and recovered from the last one. The witch had thrown you around the room so much that you had a dislocated shoulder and a sprained ankle. Sitting at the bunker by yourself really gave you time to think, specifically about your sexuality. You had known you were (Y/S) for a long time, but you were always scared to tell your friends. Your family didn't take it well, leading you to leaving, which led you to the Winchesters and their angel. Due to the terrible reaction from your family, you thought the boys would think the same way, so you hid it in fear of rejection. You hadn't had a girlfriend or boyfriend since you met them, just to hide it. 

   The creaking over the metal door pulled you out of your thoughts as you looked you to see Dean, Sam, and Cas all beaten and bruised. Dean smiled at you and walked over to give you a hug, you hugging him back gingerly as you saw the blood soaking through his light gray t-shirt. 

   "You guys need me to patch you up," you asked sarcastically as you went to get the first aid kit. You were back in seconds with it in your hand, ushering for the boys to all sit. You started on Dean first, and you were glad you did. He had two huge gashes on his shoulders and one huge one on his stomach. Sam had a few scrapes, but only one gash across his cheek. Cas was fine, having already healed his own wounds. You concentrated on Sam's cheek as you got lost in thought. You had to tell them. Now was your chance. But what of they get scared away? Are they going to hate me? 

   You were so engrossed in thought that you didn't realize that you had sped up a little too much while stitching Sam's cheek closed. he was wincing visibly and you muttered a "sorry" as you took it down to a slower pace. 

   "You okay, (Y/N)? You seem really...out of it," Sam said as soon as you closed his stitch. You panicked for a quick second, dropping the first aid kit onto the floor. You bent down, picking it up and clearing your throat. 

   "N-no, I'm fine." Great. You chickened out. Redeem yourself. "Actually, I-I'm not. I have something to tell you guys." Sam looked at you confused, while Dean and Cas stared at you and waited. You shuffled your feet a bit, stalling time and trying to calm your anxiety. 

   "Come on, kid; spit it out," Dean said in a calm, soothing voice. 

   "I-I'm (Y/S)..." You could felt the tears at the corner of your eyes threatening to fall. You looked up and Dean was rolling his eyes and handing $20 to Cas and Sam. "Wait, did you guys bet on my sexuality?" 

   Dean nodded as he shoved is wallet in his back pocket. "Yeah. I thought you were straight, but evidently you aren't so I owed them each a $20." You laughed a little as Dean pulled you in for a hug, squeezing you as hard as he could without hurting you and your healing injuries. "We still love you. I hope you know that." 

   Sam and Cas came and gave you hugs as you wiped happy tears from your face. You were finally being yourself. You were finally being accepted.