Okay, for this, you have a default eye colour because I do go into extreme detail with how the eyes look. So, I’m sorry if you don’t like that. It goes great with the story. And I’m keeping my laptop PLUGGED IN, so it doesn’t die on me this time and I have rewrite everything all over again. Oh, and I’m probably gonna post like four or five today. One with Castiel, two with Sam, and two with Dean. Fair enough. Alright, enough bickering. Onto the imagine. Oh, and this one probably sucks compared to the other ones I’m going to post because I’ve been writing better than when I wrote this.
Dean x Skinwalker!Reader
A man in a red and white plaid shirt picked me up. No, no. His companion opened the back door of a vehicle and the man put me in the backseat, it was leather. Cold. Fuck, shit. The car reeked of beer, whiskey, old leather, and salt. Goddamn it, no. The two men climbed into the car, the man in the plaid in the driver’s seat and the taller man in the passenger’s seat. No, fuck. The man started driving, very fast. This is bad.
“I can’t believe you didn’t see it!” The passenger shouted, “It’s pitch black, Sammy!” The passenger looked at him. “It’s a white dog, Dean!” I barked at them and they both glanced back at me, “We’re gonna take care of you, don’t worry."The passenger reached back and pet me gently, I whimpered.
No, no. Just take me to the vet and leave me there. Please. Oh, god.
I must have fallen asleep, like an idiot. I can’t help it, I’m a dog. Or in dog form. I was far too comfortable in the backseat, and what sounded like Carry on My Wayward Son was softly playing in the background.
How could I not fall asleep?
I was in a whole new place, laid on a bed that was fairly comfortable. Nothing like that backseat though. It was warm and it smelled of concrete, whatever air freshener they used, and books. And pie. I didn’t move an inch from where I was laying. Mostly, it was to save energy because my front right leg was wrapped up. I’d rather save energy and not be in pain than get up, try to find a way out, and be in pain all at the same time. A man walked in and I growled softly, "I guess you aren’t hungry.” I immediately stopped growling and whimpered, barking at him in a hushed voice. It almost sounded like I was blowing air at him. He looked at me and smirked, “Want some pie?” I barked and stood up on all fours, but I tucked the damaged leg into my side and hopped off of the bed.
“I could’ve helped you.” I barked at him and he chuckled softly, walking out of the room with me following him behind.
Oh, my god.
I stopped when I saw the angel, Castiel. If my eyes could widen, they probably would have, but isntead, my tail slipped between my legs. I realized who these two were, exactly. Sam and Dean Winchester. Hunters. They are very known with my kind, seeing as they killed an entire group of them in one town.
Of course, I never agreed to what that group was planning. Hence, why I’m on my own.
Dean looked at me, “You alright, girl?” I looked at him and barked to make him feel better, quickly putting on the amazing act I have learned over the years. How to be the perfect dog 101, a book written by me. “Is that a dog?” Castiel’s deep voice made me jump and Dean caught it, “Jesus, Cas. You scared her.” Dean made kissing noises at me and I ran to him with my leg still tunked. “Thought of a name for her yet, Dean?” Sam asked as Dean set a plate of pie in front of me, I began to chow down on it as Dean named off a bunch of things. “Kitten—” I immediately barked at him and they all looked at me, Castiel squinting a bit. He’s onto me. “You like Kitten?” I barked again and he chuckled, “That’s weird, I like it.”
It certainly fits the situation.
“There isn’t a normal thing in our life, is there?” You aren’t the only one.
I finished my pie and rubbed against Dean’s leg gently before sitting next to him, still up against his leg. He patted my side and my tail started to wag without me intentionally making it wag. I gave Castiel the same confused look he was giving me, “Huh. She copies looks, too.” Sam murmured and Castiel shook his head. “This isn’t a dog.” I whimpered and hid behind Dean. Dean glanced back at me and then at Castiel, “Cas, don’t be a dick. What else could it be? A shapeshifter? No, from what I’ve seen, they only turn into other humans.” Castiel glared at me and Dean before he disappeared.
“Maybe she’s a skinwalker.”
“No way. She would eventually have to stretch her human legs, and she didn’t change at all last night.”
Wait. Last night? It’s the next day? Shit.
“How would you know?” Sam asked and held up a silver knife, I growled at him and barked viciously. Dean glanced down at me, “Sammy, put it away.” Dean grumbled and Sam laughed, putting it away. I then realized it was a joke and went back to my innocent self, barking and whining at Sam at the same time. He smiled and walked over, petting me gently. “I know a dog when I see one, don’t worry.”
Sure, you do.
I walked around the grocery store with a bag in my hand. Dean and Sam had left me at the motel alone, Dean made it very clear that dogs can’t come to a crime scene, nor can they go into the morgue. So, I decided that since they were gone for a good few hours, I would kill those hours by going to the grocery store and eating something other than pie and drinking something other than watered down beer.
I grabbed a Nos from one of the coolers and a small pint of ice cream, going behind the man buying something at the counter. “Thanks.” The man turned around and my eyes widened to see Dean staring back at me. He smirked, “Hey.” He murmured and I smiled a bit. “Hey.” He stared at me with that smirk for a little while longer before I heard Sam call for Dean from the entrance of the grocery store.
“Uh,” He glanced over my shoulder and turned around, picking up a bag of dog food and throwing it over his shoulder. Great idea to look normal, gorgeous. “You have pretty eyes.” I smiled as wide as I could and he walked away from the counter, I set down the pint of ice cream and my drink. “$4.23.” The cashier murmured and I gave him a five dollar bill, “Keep the change.” I picked up my items and a plastic spoon, heading outside to see Dean leaning against the impala and Sam filling it with gas. Dean looked at me and I sat down on the bench by the door of the grocery store, opening the pint of ice cream and taking a huge spoonful of it. Dean was walking toward me, I acted like I didn’t notice.
I was mentally preparing myself for the worst.
“Hey.” I looked up at him and squinted, “Hello.” He sat down next to me and I put the spoonful of ice cream into my mouth. “I’m Dean.” Surprised he introduced himself with his real name. “I’m Y/N.” I shook his hand as he stuck it out and he pulled me in, “I know who you are.” He let go and pulled away, smiling at me before getting up and heading toward the impala. My eyes widened and I gulped down whatever ice cream was left in my mouth.
“See you at home, kitten.” Once the impala drove off, I left everything I had with me on that bench except for a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. I quickly ran into the alleyway between the grocery store and some old abandoned building. I shifted into the white dog I originally met Dean as and took off running toward the motel. Lucky for me, I got there before they did and they left one of the windows open. I jumped into the motel and onto one of the beds, quickly acting like I was asleep just as the door flew open. “Kitten, we’re home.” Dean murmured and my tail started wagging unintentionally.
Goddamn it, body.
My head shot up and I looked at him, panting heavily. Dean set down the bag of dog food he had on the table and walked over to me, petting the top of my head. “Now, we’ve got something to talk about, don’t we?” I gave him a confused look, whining softly. “I always thought your eyes were beautiful.” Sam closed the window behind me and locked it, doing the same with the front door. I started whimpering loudly and jumped off of the bed, backing away from them both. Dean stood up and slowly started walking toward me, “Then, I saw this girl in the grocery store today with the same exact eyes as you and I wondered, ‘She has such beautiful eyes. They look so familiar.’ Then, I remembered.” He was right in front of me and bent down. “How does this pretty girl have the same eyes as my new pup?” Sam pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants, black underwear, a black bra, black socks, and a black tank top. So much black, why.
“Now, I don’t want to hurt you because I love you, so please get dressed.” Dean took the clothes from Sam and stood back up, walking to the bathroom and setting the clothes on the sink. I whimpered loudly, but obeyed and walked into the bathroom after him. “Sweetheart, don’t try to leave. Wr aren’t gonna hurt you, we just want to talk.” Dean stepped out and closed the door. I shifted back into being human and pulled my hair into a tight bun, getting dressed as fast as I could.
I slowly opened the door and stepped out, Dean and Sam were both staring at me. “Okay.” Sam murmured softly and set a chair down in the middle of the room, I sat down in the chair and cleared my throat as they both sat on the beds. “So, why haven’t you eaten our hearts out yet?” Dean asked and I giggled, covering my face immediately as it turned bright red. “Well, Dean, looks like you made your dog get feelings for you.”
“Sam, she’s seen me naked.” I looked at them and bit my bottom lip, laughing a bit. “Can I introduce myself before you guys start questioning me?” I asked and Sam sighed, “Sure.”
“Hello, I’m Y/N. I’m twenty-eight. I’m obviously female. I grew up in Ohio, and I became a skinwalker because I was bitten without consent.” I told them and they glanced at each other before Dean repeated his question, “And why haven’t you eaten our hearts out yet?” I sighed and crossed my leg over the other. Dean was staring at my legs now, bitting his bottom lip. I ignored it. “I don’t want to eat your hearts. Why do you think you guys are in this town? This motel?” I murmured and leaned forward, digging my nails into the bottom of my seat. Don’t kill me.
“I have to eat, but I chose to eat nearly a state over. If I wanted to kill you, I would have.” They stared at me before looking at each other. Sam stood up and slowly pulled out his pocket knife, opening it. Dean stood up and I frowned, my eyes filling with tears. I cleared my throat and looked at my feet, “Make it quick.” I whispered and shut my eyes tightly.
But nothing happened. I felt hands slide up my thighs to my hips and I was pulled from the chair, I opened my eyes to see Dean’s bold green ones staring right at me. “Kitten, we aren’t going to kill you, but you have to stop killing. Is it possible for you to eat dead people’s hearts?” I opened my motuh, but quickly closed it and shook my head. “But I don’t have to eat. I only eat them for strength and energy, which I honestly only need one heart every year.” Sam clapped loudly and I looked at him.
“One heart a year?”
“Yeah. Didn’t you notice I only ate an older gentleman’s heart, too? A reaper tells me when someone is going to die that’s close to me and I go to collect the heart, they go to collect his soul. It only happens once a year.” I explained to them and Sam blinked a couple of times, I smiled. Dean grabbed my chin and turned my head to look at him, “You said you love me.” I spoke before he could and Sam immediately headed for the door, leaving us alone. “I did.”
“Do you really love me?”
“I realized it the second I saw tour eyes in that grocery store.” My breath hitched and he smiled gently, “I’ve had you for two months, kitten. I know those eyes anywhere.”
“You can’t even tell what colour they are.”
“they look fogged, only the iris does. They’re a blue0ish green with a black circle around it and if you look closely, there’s a white circle around your pupil.” I blinked a couple of times and smiled widely, “That’s honestly the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, as weird and sad as that may sound.”
“I know my kitten’s eyes from anywhere. And I think they’re absolutely beautiful, just like her.”
“Fuck off, you sappy son of a bitch.” He laughed and kissed me softly.