Worth The Fight
Summary: A life threatening encounter finally brings you and Dean to the realisation that you’re better off together than you are apart.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: + 3k
demons being demons, kidnapped reader, SPN type violence, injured reader, mentions of blood, language, angst, smut, unprotected sex, fluffy fluff
*gifs are not mine
Based on this request- I saw that your request are open may I request a deanXreader . The reader and dean are more than hunting friends and he ends up saving the reader from a demon attack. some smut and fluff - @captainemwinchester
A/N: Thank you for the request. I hope you like it! <3
As always, feedback is loved!
It was dark and cold when you eventually woke, a dull throbbing pain at the back of your head. You tried to move your hand to check for injuries, but it was no use, they were bound behind your back with you lying on your side, your ankles also tied together and the ground beneath you becoming increasingly uncomfortable in your current position.
You groaned, eyes squinting closed as the lights were suddenly turned on, the brightness making it hard to adjust.
Once you got your bearings, you soon realised you were in some sort of barn. Wooden beams ran across the ceiling and dirt covered the ground, the only exit being a large door at the other end of the barn and with your arms and legs tied, you were sure breaking out would be an unlikely concept.
“I would apologise for the accommodation, but I don’t really want to.”
Looking up you saw the large wooden door slide open, a woman stepping inside wearing a long coat with jeans and boots. She strode towards you, a cruel smile over her face. She blinked and in an instant her eyes turned pure black, a sickening feeling soon washing over you.
“You’re a long way from home,” you gritted out, glaring back at the demon with pure disgust and hatred.
“Well, I’m having a lot more fun up here. You hunters are just a blast to play with.”
She squatted down in front of you. “And do I have a great game for us girls to play. It’s called truth or truth, and if you lie to me, well,” she clicked her tongue, “I’m just gonna have to get creative with the little torture techniques we have in hell. Your boy Dean-o knows all about them.”