A/N: I found this amazing page on tumblr where they have imagines! They do requests but they also just have plain ones that are meant to be left up to the reader, so I'm going to fill out a few of them! :D Anyways, this chapter was inspired of one of their imagines! -Cass

"Dean getting freaked out by a centipede" -supernaturalimagine at tumblr

You and Dean were in the middle of a simple salt and burn hunt when you realized that Dean was being awfully stiff.

"Hey, are you alright?" You placed a hand on his shoulder to comfort him, but it only seemed to make him worse. He jumped at the contact and breathed heavily through his nose. You removed your hand and furrowed your brows as Dean stuttered to find an excuse.

"Y-Yeah! I-It-It's just-" He sighed loudly and scratched the back of his head, his cheeks flushed a light pink. He tried again, "Do-Do you think there's bugs down here?" He said it quietly, but somehow you caught it before it was completely muffled by the dead silence around you two. You brought your hand up to your mouth quickly, desperate to hide the wide smile that was forming underneath. When Dean looked up, he saw your cheeks bright pink as you struggled to keep in your laughter and his eyes flashed hot red.

"F-Forget it!" He stomped off angrily, muttering about ungrateful girlfriends and basements as tears pricked your eyes. You removed your hand and breathed in deeply, but you couldn't hold it in any longer. The laughter burst from your lungs in loud bursts as you keeled over, trying to catch your breath. Wiping your eyes, you stood up and took in your surroundings. It was your common, creepy basement. Something that Dean and Sam had commonly encountered during their jobs as hunters. Coming to the conclusion that you had no fucking clue why Dean was freaked out, you decided to approach him. Cautiously. He was like a wounded gazelle, no telling what would happen if he got startled. You placed your hand on his shoulder once again, but instead of jumping, he jerked himself away and grunted, not meeting your eyes.

"Dean?"

Grunt.

"Dean?"

Grunt.

You tried a different tactic, one that never seems to fail, you went around behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your chin on his shoulder. Instead of pushing away again, he almost seemed to melt into your touch.

"Dean? I'm sorry. Tell me what's wrong? Pleeease?" You jutted out your bottom lip and wrapped yourself tighter around him. "You never get scared when Sam's here..." He stiffened and roughly pushed away from your grasp, leaving you surprised and cold.

"I am NOT scared Y/N!" He struck the shovel into the dirt one last time to be greeted with a loud thunk. Hopping into the grave, he began grumbling and pushing away the remaining dirt, a permanent frown plastered on his face.

"Dean."

Grunt.

"Dean!"

He sighed.

"I can't show that I'm-" He paused. He stood up, looking thoughtful before he tried again, "Do you know how much shit Sammy would give me if-if I ever showed that I was-" He stopped himself again, obviously not wanting to admit he was frightened, you finished his sentence for him.

"That you were scared."

"I am not-"

"Dean." You warned him, "It's okay, basements give me the creeps too!" You jumped into the grave with him and heard a loud crack, and one of your feet give way. He stared at you with a satisfied smirk on his face as you tried to wrench your foot out of the wooden coffin. You swung your head up and give him every dirty look in the book, "Hey, how about you help-" You were interrupted by a blood curdling, high pitched scream. It took you a few seconds to figure out it came from Dean, your eyes widened as you raised an eyebrow. He whimpered like a puppy as he pointed a finger down at the coffin. Following it, you realized what he was freaking out about. "Hey calm down, it's just a-" You were interrupted yet again by Dean shaking his head frantically as he pulled himself from the grave, positioning himself behind one of the pillars supporting the ground floor.

Peeking his head out from the side of the pillar, he gave you wide eyes and crouched down, sliding his gun over to you. You stared at him in disbelief.

"S-Shoot it!" He said, his voice shrill.

"You want me to shoot the fucking centipede?"

"Yes!"

You looked back down at the coffin, watching the long red creature that had come crawling out of the hole in which you had your foot stuck in. You crouched down and picked it up, causing it to squirm, wiggling its many legs. Dean poked his head out again and gasped.

"Y/N! Don't do that, it's dangerous!"

"What is it going to do?"

"I don't know! Just put it down!"

"Okay..." The ghost of a smirk formed on your lips as you set down the centipede. Outside of the grave. Dean's eyes widened and he began shaking his head.

"Y/N..."

"What?" You asked innocently. You returned your attention back to your foot, which was still lodged in the splintered coffin. You ignored Dean's shrieks as he tried to reach the gun, which he was starting to regret ever having slid it over to you. You reached down and pulled up your pant leg and winced, the wood that had been rubbing against your foot as you tried to yank it out had made your ankle very raw. You gripped one piece in paticular that was scraping against your foot and pulled it with all you might. When it gave way, you flopped backwards onto one of the dirt side of the grave. Finally you were free! You yanked your foot out and climbed out of the grave and looked over at Dean, who was cowering in a corner. Walking over to him, you made a show of stepping on the long centipede, and twisting your foot around for good measure. You looked at your damsel in distress and pulled him up. Your damsel immeadiatly wrapped his arms around you and sniffed into your shoulder.

"Not scared, huh?" Your laughter vibrated in your chest while he mumbled something about never mentioning to Sam and everyone is scared of centipedes.

"I love you Dean."

"I love you too. But don't ever think about doing something like again or I'll punch you. I don't care that you're a girl or nothin', I'll do it. And don't you even think about mentioning this to Sam..."

"Shut up Dean."

Sorry that was so late! It took me a while to finish! Tomorrow I'll give Sam some lovin'! Please be sure R&R!