Supernatural Imagines & Preferences ^Completed^

Fuck You, Dean Winchester (Dean×Reader)

   The entire car ride back to the motel was filled with Dean scowling at you through the rearview mirror. You had tripped over something during the hunt, causing a werewolf to attack you and hurt you. You were holding Dean's flannel on the wound, attempting to stop the bleeding a little as you guys raced back to the motel. You couldn't tell if Dean was more pissed at you for messing or more pissed at himself for allowing you to get hurt. 

   "I can't fucking believe you," Dean yelled as soon as you walked into the motel room. Sam gave you sad eyes as he walked out of the motel room, not wanting to get caught in between your guys' argument. "Now, I'm sitting here, stitching you up because you fucked up." You ignored him with tears in your eyes as he hiked up your shirt and unwrapped his now destroyed flannel from around your waist. The force of his actions made you hiss in pain.

   "Can you at least try to be gentle," you remarked as he glared at you. You recoiled a bit, scared of what he was going to do or say to you. He ignored it started to clean off your wounds, reluctantly letting you squeeze his hand to distract you from the pain of him stitching them up. About halfway through the painful process, Dean mumbled something, pissing you off even more.

   "What did you say, Winchester," you growled at him as huffed and looked at you. 

   "I said, 'If you weren't so incompetent then maybe you'd actually be a good hunter.' But incompetence is hard to cure so I guess that'll never happen." His voice was like venom and it stung, bad. Did he really think you were a bad hunter? You were pulled out of your thoughts when he jabbed the needle back into your stomach, hurting you and pissing you off even more. When he was finished, you started yelling at him again.

   "Oh, so you really think I'm a bad hunter? You're saying this to your girlfriend, the person you've been hunting with for 15 fucking years! If I were so shit at this, then why did you stay with me for so long? Why would you let me do this for so damn long," you yelled as he chuckled sourly.

   "I'm done with sparing your feelings, princess," he hissed at you. "You saw what happened tonight! It was an absolute mess! And you got fucking hurt! HURT! A good hunter doesn't mess up and get hurt like you did." You crossed your arms, letting the tears fall down your face.

   "Well, I guess I'm just going to leave. If you think I'm so shit, then I guess you don't need me to weigh you and Sam down." You wiped your eyes and stuck up the middle finger, looking directly at Dean. His face had seemed to change when you said the word "leave". That's the thing about Dean: he doesn't realize how terrible he's being until it comes back to bite him in the ass. He looked upset, hurt even. But you shrugged it off. "Fuck you, Dean Winchester." You turned around, limping as to not hurt your midsection even more. Just as you were about to open the door, you heard a voice from behind you.

   "Take my jacket. It's cold outside," Dean sniffled as he took something out of his duffel. You were shocked. 

   "Wha-" You began but you were cut off by Dean's angry, tear laced voice.

   "You heard me," he said as he threw his brown, leather coat at your feet. You picked it up gingerly, placing it on your shoulders, and continued out the door. When you walked out the door, you saw Sam standing by the Impala. He looked at you and began to speak, but you stopped him.

   "I'll be back in a couple of hours. I need something to eat and maybe a beer. But don't tell Dean I'm coming back." He looked at you confused.

   "Why not," Sam asked as you stuffed your hands into the over sized jacket.

   "He doesn't need to know. He hurt me, so maybe this'll hurt him," you said as you walked off towards the diner you had seen about 5 minutes back. You heard Sam bang on the motel door and then Sam yelling at Dean as soon as it was opened. You sighed, trying to take your mind off the Winchester that you loved, but that was oh-so toxic.