Dean x Reader

You swore to yourself as you heard a distant gunshot, and you knew that a hunter was behind it. You, Sam, and Dean had run into a hunter earlier, and when they found out that they were the Winchesters, well they started hunting you like demons, you and Dean had come back to the motel and Sam was missing, so you and Dean were rushing to find Sam, and this gunshot was leading you right to him, hopefully the bullet wasnt in his heart right now. You and Dean started running towards the sound, but you couldnt run very fast at all. You ended up stopping and telling Dean to go, he was hesitant at first but left. You pulled up your pant leg and checked the strapping on your leg, some were a little loose, so you tightened them. The truth was, you had a prosthetic leg, you had your dang leg bitten/ripped off by a wendigo (out of all things) when you were younger. Your prosthetic leg was connected to you nerves so you could move it for simple walking/running motions, but you pretended it was still a normal leg. You havnt told Sam or Dean about your fake leg, and didnt plan too, because you knew that when they found out about your leg, they wouldnt let you hunt anymore. So you always wore loose jeans or sweats, socks, and anything else to cover up your legs, and so far no one suspected anything. You heard another gunshot and started running again, more swiftly than last time due to you fixing your leg, and you ended up running into a old shack where Sam and Dean were holding guns up to a demon with several bullet holes in his chest. The demon was the only one who noticed you in the room, and he pulled out a gun and shot you in the leg, the wrong leg. You fell to the floor and pretended you were in a lot of pain, then you took of your flannel and wrapped it around your fake leg, leaving you only in a bra, which was kind of worth it at the moment. Dean yelled at you to go back to the motel, so you did, and fake limped the whole way. When you got to the motel, you cut your palm and let the blood drip all over your flannel, then you patched up your hand, and made it look like you had done stitches to yourself, then you put on a pair of sweatpants and socks and waited for the boys to come back. Dean barged into the motel and rushed over to you, and before he could even reach your leg you stopped him, saying you were fine and the bullet didnt even go even that deep.

"Y/n you still got shot in the leg, I just want to see if you did the stitches right or anything"

"Dean im fine!"

"Just let me see it!"

"Sam back me up on this!"

"Sorry but im taking a shower, this is your guys coversation."

"Y/n, I just want to make sure your ok."

"Alright look at my freaking for all I care!

You pulled up your pant leg revealing your prothetic leg with a bullet hole in the middle of it. Dean sat there with shock written all over his face. He examined your leg for so long, that you just pulled your pant leg back down in annoyance.

"Y/n..."

"Yes I know, I cant hunt anymore."

"Well there is that, but, why did you keep it from us?"

"So I could hunt!"

"Y/n if something went wrong because of your leg you could have been killed! Several times!"

"But I didnt!"

"Y/n I care about you, I dont want you to get hurt. You can come on simple hunts like a salt and burn or a vamp or two, but no more. I dont want you to get hurt."

"Dean..."

"Please."

You sat there with your arms folded as Dean holded your hand. You decided it would be best if you stopped hunting so much, several times you almost lost your leg during a hunt, besides you were going to have to get a new leg back at your old doctor, so you had a reason to stop hunting for a couple Days.

"Alright Dean, ill stop hunting , I still get a few hunts here and there, okay?"

"Okay."