I would love 9 & 20 with Dean Winchester or Leonard Snart x Reader please
(I don’t even know. My mind, for some reason, took this and ran with it. I probably put way to much into this… And I’m just going to tell you now that the drabble is with Snart. I don’t think I even mentioned his name, so I’m sorry if it’s weird. And vague. And seems way too involved.)
You woke up to the strange smell of pine, with the undertones of musty canvas fabric. Slowly, you pushed yourself up to look around and noticed that you were in a warehouse of some kind filled with crates and strange objects covered with, you guessed it, canvas fabric.
You swung your legs over the side of the cot you found yourself to be lying on and attempted to stand when you heard a door open from somewhere behind you and someone say, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.“
Your head whipped around to try to catch a glimpse of this person, but suddenly the world was spinning and you felt yourself falling backwards.
Hands were there to catch you, though, and help reposition you on the cot. You blinked away the blurriness and fixed your eyesight on the man leaning over you. He smiled coyly and explained, “I don’t know what you were doing out here in the middle of nowhere, but when I found you, you seemed to have taken a pretty nasty fall.”
You just stared at him, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You didn’t remember falling, or even coming out here in the first place, wherever ‘here’ was.
When the man saw your confusion, he assured you, “I know it doesn’t seem like it, what with these less-than-pleasant surroundings, but I am going to take care of you. At least for now. Don’t worry, I’ll drop you off at a proper hospital on my way back into Central City.“
He turned away from you and picked up a cloth sitting nearby. When he turned back to gently dab it on your head, you finally asked, "Who are you?”
You question seemed to surprise him and he stopped what he was doing to comment, “Well now, something clearly is wrong. You don’t recognize Central City’s finest thief? You must really have hit your head…” He tsked lightly and continued wiping your forehead with the damp cloth. But at his self-declaration as a thief, you tried to pull away. Your mind began to overflow with terrifying thoughts; He was a criminal. This was probably his lair or something. You’ve seen his face. He’ll just kill you and dump your body in a river.
You struggled to get up again, but his cool hands forced you down by your shoulders. “Now now. There’s no need for you to panic. I’m not going to hurt you. Didn’t I already say I was going to take care of you?”
“But-But, you’re a criminal. I-”
“And if I wanted you dead, I could’ve left you out there to be ripped apart by coyotes. Or picked off by vultures. Or even just kill you myself.”
Your eyes widened in terror.
“But obviously I didn’t, did I? Instead, I brought you back here. Where I fixed you up and watched over you until you came to. I even brought you something to eat,” he gestured to a sack of Big Belly Burger on a table nearby. “But if you want to run and take your chances in the woods, be my guest.” He stood up and backed away from you, allowing you the room to jump up and make a run for it. But then he added, “But just so you know, it’s getting dark out there.”
You made no move to leave, and he smiled, “Good choice. Now, would you like to join a wanted man for dinner?”
He pulled up an extra chair to the table and stood by it, waiting. Not seeing any other choice but to starve, you cautiously got up and took a seat in the chair. He pushed you in and then took his seat across from you, saying, “I hope you like Big Belly Burger.”
Strangely enough, out of your foggy memories, you found that it was something familiar. And even though you couldn’t very well remember anything else, you managed to reply, “Who doesn’t?”
I NEED TO GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD! BONUS: You didn’t fall down the ravine… You were pushed! By your (now) ex! He tried to kill you because… I don’t know I haven’t really thought this through… But Leonard comes to check up on you in the hospital every week until you’re released. And then, since you still don’t know who you are, he offers to let you stay with him, and the two of you work together to solve the mystery of what happened to you! But one day, for some reason (again, I haven’t thought this through), your ex shows up to take you away because, “Babe! You’re okay! I was so worried!” Blah blah blah… But really he’s just using you, and when he’s done with you, who knows what will happen! Dun dun dun!
(Okay I’m done now. I’m sorry. I’ll just show myself out…)