Summary- Reader is starting to hallucinate Lucifer, (basically like Sam) she keeps it a secret but her brothers find out.
Warnings- Swearing(I think idk).
A/N- It’s just something I thought of when I was watching reruns of SPN, I’m honestly really chuffed with it:)
Slowly opening your eyes you tensed up, somebody was in your room, you slowly reached your hand under your pillow and grasped the gun you had lying under it.
“I know you’re awake, Y/N” the voice spoke, “and a gun? Really? You think a gun would work on little old me? How adorable” he mocked. Rolling your eyes, you sat up and faced him with furrowed eyebrows, “who are you?” You asked quietly, he looked at you with fake hurt as he placed his hand over his heart, “you mean, Sammy hasn’t told you about me? I’m hurt” he spoke, then his eyes turned red causing you to shuffle back slightly.
Pairing: Dean x Reader Words: 1005 Requested by Anonymous:
Hey I know you have a million things going on
rn, but if you get a chance to get around to it, do you think you could write a
one shot where the reader gets seriously hurt on a hunt but doesn’t want to
tell Dean cuz she doesn’t want him to worry but it’s super obvious and maybe
she faints or something when they get back to the motel? It’s up to you for the
Warning: injury, passing out because of injury
You could feel the blood soaking your t-shirt. You knew it
was bad. But you didn’t want Dean to worry, so you grabbed a clean towel from
the lady’s kitchen and pressed it to your wound. You were sure she wouldn’t
mind; you had saved her from the ghost, after all. It was the least she could
sure your jacket was zipped up and covering your wound as best as you could.
Maybe you could get yourself stitched up back at the motel. Maybe your
boyfriend wouldn’t notice and freak out about you getting hurt.
you knew that was a long shot, but you were going to do what you could to keep
your wound a secret.
back there?” Dean asked as he drove back toward the motel. You had climbed into
the backseat without saying anything. Sam had just taken the front seat. No one
argued. The three of you just wanted to get back to the room.
tried to make it sound positive, but you were on the verge of tears from the
pain in your side.