Supernatural One Shots

I've Got Your Back

Dean x Reader

A witch hunt goes south and the reader must protect Sam.

Slowly regaining consciousness you rolled over in the bed, stretching your arms out wide you winced at the pain in your ribs. Sitting up carefully you suddenly realized you weren't in your own bed, upon further inspection you blushed slightly realizing you weren't in your own clothes either. Standing up slowly you began to feel the bruises covering your body.

What the hell happened?

Looking around it only took you a moment to realize you were in Deans room which meant the large shirt and boxers you were wearing were his as well. Bringing the shirt up to sniff it lightly you smiled to yourself at his familiar scent. You and Dean had a special relationship, you'd hunted with the Winchesters for almost two years but it became obvious to you both over the past six months there was more than friendship between you.

Between the small touches and forehead kisses you were definitely important to one another, but somehow neither had ever made a move. You both knew the risks of being with someone in this life, was it really worth it to put that person in danger?

Walking towards the door you stopped as you caught your reflection in the small mirror above his dresser. Black and yellow bruises covered your face and arms, nothing new considering your everyday job, but how did you get these? Thinking back you suddenly remembered flashes of the past two days....

Two Days Earlier

"Okay Y/N you stay down here, Sam and I will go upstairs and take her out," Dean began walking towards the front steps of the creepy old house as he chambered a round in his pistol.

"No fair why do I gotta stay behind? I've killed my fair share of witches too," Crossing your arms you gave him your best b***h face.

Sam chuckled and gave you a side hug, "Your our last line of defense of she gets by us, I don't know about you but three weeks hunting this b***h is enough for me."

Sighing you nodded and motioned them forward, "Fine just go, I'll be here, like a good little guard dog."

Dean rolled his eyes and walked back to stand in front of you, leaning forward he placed a quick kiss to your forehead, making you blush. "But you sure are a damn adorable guard dog, " he smirked towards you. At this you frowned and growled at him. Laughing he turned and followed his brother inside, shooting you one last smile before disappearing into the dark house.

Shaking your head you blinked a few times, looking once more at your reflection you shrugged, guess it was an intense witch hunt after all. Opening the door and walking down the hall you made your way into the kitchen. Not running into anyone on your way to the kitchen you wondered if they were here or in town. The rumbling in your stomach made the decision for you to eat now, look for life later.

Searching the kitchen you groaned as you realized it had been awhile since you'd been grocery shopping. Checking the fridge you mentally high fived yourself when you found just enough milk in the back of the fridge for some cereal. It was even still in date!

Setting the milk on the island and grabbing a spoon from a drawer you then turned towards the cabinets. You frowned as you realized the cereal and bowls were up high enough to make reaching with your hurt ribs a bit of a problem. Where's a giant moose when ya need him? Looking around you decided to just use a bar stool and climb up, it would still hurt but not quite as bad.

Dragging the stool over and pushing it up against the cabinet you slowly began your journey for food. After only needing to breath deep twice through the pain you finally managed to balance on both knees on the stool as you level with the cabinet. Smiling in victory you opened the cabinet and reached inside for a bowl.

"What the hell are you doing!"

Jumping at the sudden voice you lost your balance for a second and quickly reacted by throwing your arms out to grip the cabinets, the sudden movement forced white hot pain to course through your ribs. All you could do was squeeze your eyes shut and breath shallowly through the pain. Dean was by you in an instant, his large hand laid across your back and the other on your arm.

"You okay sweetheart?"

Cracking open your eyes you gave him your best b***h face, "Just peachy, of course I'd probably be even better if you didn't decide to scare the s**t outta me!"

Deans neck tinged pink slightly, "Yeah sorry about that, but you shouldn't be climbing in your condition. Why didn't you call for me or Sammy?" As he said this you let him pick you up off the counter and set you on the floor, as your feet made contact he still held you up tightly against his body. You prayed to anyone listening your face didn't look like a tomato right now.

"I didn't see you guys anywhere and I was hungry, I'm not completely useless."

Rolling his eyes he led you back to the island to sit down, "Yeah okay, sit down I'll get it for you." Once you were settled he took three steps back over to the cabinet, grabbing your favorite cereal and a bowl he turned around to set both back in front of you. "Happy now?"

Smiling you began pouring the sugary goodness into your bowl, "Yeah, your the best Dean."

Looking up you noticed he was staring at you, or rather your bruises. Catching you noticing him he cleared his throat, looking down. "So um, really how do you feel?"

Chewing a bite of food you shrugged, "Okay I guess just a little sore. Although I must have gotten hit pretty hard I don't really remember much. I remember you guys going in to kill the witch but nothing really after that, how come I'm the one looking like I lost the prize fight?"

Dean visibly grew nervous, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter he slowly looked up, "It was my fault."

Suddenly more of that night flashed across your mind.

You'd begun to get nervous, twenty minutes had gone by and the guys still weren't back. Shooting glances towards the house you finally couldn't take it anymore.

"Screw it!"

Jogging up to the front steps you quietly chamber checked your pistol and slowly crept into the house. Looking around you gave your eyes a moment to adjust to the dim lighting. Listening closely you realized voices could be heard upstairs. Quickly but quietly going up you cringed every time a board creaked. Finally making it to the landing you noticed an open door at the end of the hall with light spilling out.

Creeping forward and sticking as close to the wall as possible you slowly peaked around the doorframe, the sight inside made your eyes go wide. Dean stood tall, a blank look on his face. Sam knelt in front of him, blood spilling from his nose and an obvious black eye forming. What really worried you was the large knife Dean held to Sam's throat.

"Well now, I must say boys as much fun as this has been I do believe we should get going with the grand finale. Dean, please be a dear and take care of your little brother for me. I'm going to finish getting everything ready for the potion." Ducking back into the hallway as she walked out you made yourself as small as possible so she wouldn't see you. Once you heard her go downstairs you ran into the room.

"Dean! What are you doing let him go!"

The eyes that met yours were glossed over, it was painfully obvious he was under some sort of spell. "I cannot do that, my mistress needs his blood." You saw him look down at Sam with no emotion and decided to act quickly. Shoving your pistol in the back of your pants you lunged forward, knocking both men over.

Sam rolled forward, wincing at the pain he was feeling from whatever Dean had already done to him. Dean jumped up knife in hand and began heading directly towards Sam. Jumping in his way you punched him in the face as hard as you could, "Wake up dammit!"

You'd hit him hard enough to split his lip, looking at you with those dead eyes he simply moved forward quickly. The first punch he threw you managed to dodge, the second one caught you directly in the jaw.

Bent over you winced and spit out a mouth full of blood.

"Y/N!"

Looking back you motioned Sam towards the door, "Kill her! It's the only way to stop him, I'll hold him off!"

Sam looked torn but eventually nodded, grabbing his gun from the corner of the room he ran out the door and downstairs.

Turning back forward you stood tall, "Dean, I don't want to hurt you."

Dean held the knife in his hand, "That's okay, I'll just hurt you." With that he lunged forward swiping up with the blade. Jumping back you managed to avoid being cut, bringing your leg up you quickly kicked the knife out of his hand and across the room. Running forward you tried to kick his leg out but he caught you, throwing you hard onto the ground.

Walking forward slowly he watched as you gasped for breath, trying to crawl backwards you screamed as you felt his foot collide with your ribs, twice.

Black dots began to cloud your vision but you refused to give up. Weakly getting back to your feet you managed to stand up just as Dean began heading towards the door to track down Sam. Turning to face you he tilted his head in confusion, "You should give up, you can't win."

Giving him your best b***h face you smirked, "We'll see about that, give me your best shot pretty boy."

At some point Dean had found the knife again, light shone off the blade and you swallowed the lump in your throat at the sight of him coming toward you, murder written all over his face. Just as he reached you there was a moment of hesitation on your part, this was still Dean. That moment cost you the ability to move out of the way as he ran forward and pinned you against the wall, knife at your throat.

His body pinned yours, his eyes burning into yours. It took every ounce of strength you had to hold his hand back just above your skin. Beginning to feel the blade scratch the sensitive area you felt a single tear fall down one cheek. Looking into his eyes you hoped he was still in there, "Dean, it's okay."

Just then three shots rang out from downstairs, instantly Deans face flashed with recognition and horror. Removing his body from yours he dropped the knife and stood there a moment, "Y/N?"

Sinking down the wall you felt all the adrenaline leave your body, looking up you gave him a weak smile, "Hey there Dean, some guard dog huh?" With that you winced at the pain, Dean was immediately by your side. "Hang in there baby we're gonna get you home." Lifting you up off the floor he held your body against his as your arms hung around his neck.

Sam came rushing back up the steps just as you reached the top, "Is she okay?"

Dean merely frowned, "Let's just get her home."

Staring into your bowl of now soggy cereal you heard what sounded like your name being called from far away. Blinking a few times you looked up, "Sorry, what's up?"

Dean frowned, "You sure your okay?"

Shaking your head you stirred what was left in your bowl, "Yeah, I'm good. I um, I actually just remembered what happened. You really know how to show a girl a good time huh?" You chuckled slightly.

Sighing Dean moved around the island to stand right beside you, turning your body he moved right in between your legs. Bringing both hands up to cup your face he stared into your eyes, "Y/N, I'm sorry for the way everything went down. I let her get the drop on me and that put both you and Sammy in danger. If you hadn't of come in when you did..."

Grabbing his wrist with one of your hands you smiled, "But it didn't, you didn't hurt Sam and I'm fine. Everything's okay."

"Thank you for protecting Sam when I couldn't, it means a lot to know you've got his back."

Smiling you nodded, "Of course Dean, Sam's like a brother to me too. I'll always have his back, and yours too."

Dean smiled at that, you noticed his eyes suddenly dart to your lips and back up. His tongue came out to wet his bottom lip and you couldn't take it anymore, standing up you met him halfway in a kiss you'd both been waiting for. His arms came down to wrap around your waist and pull you closer as yours wound around his neck. Pulling back a minute later you both smiled and laughed, kissing him quickly on the nose you grinned wide.

"Bout damn time Winchester."