IMAGINE: Dean and You Going on a Hunt

     Dean and you hold hands as you walk through the dimly lit park ‪at midnight‬. You yawn and immediately regret it by the look Dean shoots you. "Sorry, I'm good, I'm good." You smile reassuringly. “You're bored, aren't you?" "Why does everyone link boredom and yawns together? Can't a girl just yawn because shes running on too little sleep?" You chuckle. “But you're tired because I'm boring you." “No! I'm tired because I barely slept last night because I was too busy anticipating tonight." You answer. He narrows his eyes at you suspiciously and you gently nudge him, laughing. "Knock it off. You know I love spending time with you." You grin. Dean grins back and wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side. "We haven't been able to do this for so long and I really miss it." You say softly. Dean gets serious and looks down at you. "Me too." He whispers. You pick on a loose thread on his shirt and his hand covers yours. "Y/N, I promise that once life calms down, we'll be able to spend more time with each other. Life has just been so...so wild and insane." You look up at him and smile sadly. "I know." You reply quietly. He smiles, cups your jaw, and kisses you softly. You sigh and start to wrap your arms around him when a branch snaps behind a wall of bushes. Dean and you break the kiss and look towards the sound. He puts an arm in front of you, lightly shielding you. You smile at his protectiveness despite a little fear spiking into your bloodstream.       Dean and you remain very silent, listening. More branches snap, the sound moving towards you. It sounds like a very large animal. “Dean." You whisper, clutching his arm. “Back up very slowly." He whispers back. You both slowly take a few steps back, your eyes never leaving the bushes. Leaves start moving and, even though you can't see its eyes, you can feel whatever it is staring at you, almost as if it is staring into your soul. “Dean." You cry out weakly, feeling coldness rush through your body. Your heart starts to pound a little quicker. While you've never been with Dean and his brother Sam while they're on a hunt, you've always imagined what it'd be like—hunting supernatural creatures. However, you never imagined the deep fear penetrating your very soul. Dean pulls on a pair of glasses and freezes. "It's a hell hound." He murmurs, stepping in front of you, pulling out his Demon-Killing knife. The hell hound steps out the bushes, only you can't see it. "Dean, where is it? Why can't I see it?' You ask, your voice shaking with fear. “Hell hounds can only be seen by humans whose souls they've come to collect. They're charged with collecting the souls of humans whose deals are come due. He doesn't need to collect your soul which is why you can't see him. These hell hound glasses allow me to see him." He whispers lowly. “What does he look like?" You breathe. “You don't want to know." Dean murmurs. The hell hound lets out a low, vicious growl. Dean holds up the Demon-Killing knife and, once the hound spots it, it shrinks back in fear. He growls again. Dean starts forward and the hound runs off. “Let's go!" Dean exclaims, grabbing your hand. “Where are we going?!" You yelp as you both take off running. “We're following the hound. Congratulations, Y/N. This is your first hunt." He tells you, grinning. You stare at him in horror and try to keep up.      "You know, I would be a lot more help if I could actually see what we're hunting." You pant to Dean after a while. Dean skids to a stop in a middle of clearing that's surrounded by foliage. You run into him and nearly topple him over. "Sorry." You mumble, steadying yourself. He puts finger to his lips, motioning for you to be quiet. "It's here." He mouths. You look around. "Do you see it?" You whisper barely audible. "Uh...yeah..." He says slowly. You whirl around and stare where Dean's staring. You can hear its heavy breathing. “Is it going to kill us?" You ask shakily. “Hell hounds will stop at nothing in order to finish their task." “So what are we doing to do?" “Kill it before it can do the same to us." As soon as the words leave his mouth, the hell hound comes bounding at him. “Dean!" You shriek as Dean shoves you away from him. You fall onto your back and watch as Dean falls onto his back, his hands holding back the invisible hell hound. Dean is grunting, fighting and holding back the hound with all of his strength, the Demon-Killing knife out of arms reach. You look around for anything to distract the beast and find a few thick branches on the ground. You start throwing them wildly, hoping one of them will hit the hell hound. The last does because Dean stops struggling. "Y/N, no!" Dean shouts. "Run! Run now!" You start to back up and run when that cold fear comes rushing at you again and you can't move. If you could see the hound, you know you'd be staring into his eyes. “Y/N! Run! It's getting closer!" Dean screams at you, but you remain frozen, feeling cold. So, so cold. Dean throws the Demon-Killing knife through the air. It misses the hell hound and falls at your feet. As if falling out of a trance, you break eye contact with the hound and stare at the knife on the ground. “Get away from her!" Dean screams, running full speed at the beast. You can feel the hound's breath on your face and you quickly pick up the knife. As Dean jumps onto the hound's back, you start stabbing blindly at the hound. You catch it somewhere and it lets out a piercing shriek before bringing it large paw back and hitting you against the chest, his claws digging into your chest, flinging you backward. You yelp as you painfully hit the ground. The hell hound throws Dean off his back and Dean expertly lands on his feet. In one solid movement, he picks up the knife, whirls around, and stabs the hound in the neck. Again, the hound lets out a terrible cry that wracks your soul and collapses onto the ground. You watch as Dean, panting, sheaths his knife and wipes his forehead. “Dean." You breathe. He looks at you and his eyes widen. He rushes over to you. "Oh, Y/N." He whispers in horror, watching the blood seep from your chest. “That-that was terrifying." You whisper. “Your chest. Are you okay?" He asks worriedly. “It's not bad." You grimace as you sit up.       Dean helps you stand. "Your shirt is shredded." He frowns, quickly stripping off his jacket. You look down and you wince. "This was my favorite shirt too." You smile jokingly as you take Dean's jacket. Dean looks at you as if you're insane. "What." You laugh. “Y/N, you're acting like we just took a walk in the park and not just took down a creature from hell who almost killed us." “I laugh and make jokes after near death experiences, okay? It's my nerves." You rub your arm and shrug sheepishly. “I'm really proud of you, Y/N. You stabbed the hound without even seeing it. You faced one of the worst supernatural creatures out there without even being able to see it." He says in wonder. “My only thought was getting it away from you." “And you nearly got yourself killed because of it." “Guilty as charged." You murmur, smiling. “Come on, I've got a first aid kit in the car. We should probably clean that wound." He says, grabbing your hand. ———      You sit in Dean's car with your tank top on as he cleans the claw marks against your chest. They're deep, but not deep enough to get stitches. “Look at this: My first hunt and I've already got a permanent souvenir." You smile. Dean looks at you dryly. "Y/N, that's not funny. You could have been seriously injured or worse." "Dean, please. How many times have Sam and you been injured...or worse?" You ask. Dean rolls his eyes, but doesn't answer. "A lot, I bet, right?" You say knowingly. “Yeah, okay, maybe just a little." You guffaw and roll your eyes. "And I'd like to see all of the scars you have over your body." You say as Dean covers your collarbone with antibiotics. Your eyes widen and your face turns hot as Dean looks down, blushing at your words. "One day you can..." He replies softly. You look at him and he lifts his head, smiling. He puts his other hand on your shoulder and kisses you. You close your eyes and wrap your arms around his waist, kissing him back.  [THE END] I hope you liked it!