Request: I’d like a Dean x Reader fanfic, where Dean gets injured in a fight during the apocalypse and the reader is protecting as best as they can (Sam and Castiel can maybe arrive in the end and help out). :) (sirikenobi167)
A/N: siri and I are good friends (at least I’d like to think so ;0), so I tried to write this one shot a little more tailored to her… meaning, that since I know that she is asexual and aromantic, I made the reader this way. I apologize to anyone in advance if anything is off here… I’m heterosexual and there’s only so much that research can tell me.
Pairing: Dean x asexual!Reader
Your name: submit What is this?
Dean was swearing under his breath - probably not loud enough to draw the attention of the demons you were hiding from, but annoying all the same.
“Dean,” you hissed under your breath. “Language!”
Dean gave you a disgusted look. “I really don’t think that’s what I’m going to be worrying about when one of those dirty sons-of-bitches ganks me instead of the other way around, Y/N.”
The two of you had been taking on some demons just across the border into southern Alberta. Yeah, that’s right… work had taken you all the way up until Canada. Sam and Castiel were in the next town over and were supposed to meet you as soon as they finished up their demon-infested space. However, there had been more demons in Waterton than the hunter who had called in for backup had mentioned. It was supposed to be a two-man job (one man and one /woman/ job, you had pointed out to Dean.. which made Dean chuckle), as far as Eddie had said. But the demons had obviously called in for backup… or whatever demons did. So you and Dean, heavily outnumbered, just managing to get out of the fray, were hiding in an old tool shed.
“What happens if they find us?” you hissed back even though you knew it was a stupid question.
Dean rolled his eyes, not even bothering to answer that one. You both knew. You’d either be a demon’s chew toy or its new meat suit.