Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Season 10 Imagine

|SPOLIERS|

14- Year Old Dean~

Sam had called you later in the night, urgency lacing his voice. It was something about Dean gone missing, along with a lot of other people. You rushed to get your stuff packed from the bunker, abandoning the lore books about the Mark of Cain.

When you arrived at the motel Sam was staying at, you stopped short at the sight of a young boy at the other motel bed shoving guns and knifes in a bag. Your eyebrows shot up and you carefully looked over to Sam, who also stood there staring at him.

"What the hell, Sam?! Please tell me this isn't some long lost kid you had 15 years ago."

His eyes leveled out on yours and the boy turned, eyes wide at the sight of you. "Son of a bitch, (Y/N)! I told you to stay home, you're sick."

Your mouth dropped. There was only one person who told you that. Dean Winchester. So why the heck was he in a boy's body?!

"Dean?" Your tone was doubtful but he only sighed, racking a hand through his light hair. You chuckled to yourself, setting your bag down and then coughing into your elbow.

"Why are you stuck in a kids body?" You say confused. Even as a kid he was hot. The Winchesters just aged well.

"It's my body. When I was fourteen." He explains quickly before turning back around to put his bag together.

"How?" Sam and you ask at the same time. The two of you share a look and he looks just as scared as you probably did.

"There's really no time to explain- there's a girl that's probably about to die. Let's go." He reaches for his bag and the keys and then walks to you. You look down, amused that you're for once in your life taller than him.

"Aren't you gonna kiss me good luck?" He's still his cocky self, as he smirks up at you. Your eyebrows raise and you shake your head. "No offense, I mean you're cute and all, but uh...you're fourteen."

His lips dip down and he sighs, reaching for you himself. You slap his hands away. "No touching either. I could be your mom."

His eyes go wide and he heads out with another warning of staying home. You're left at the motel wondering what was going to happen to Dean.

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Later that night the door swings open and there's low talking. You listen quietly- two deep male voices. At the sound of that you bolt up sleepily and smile lazily as Dean's back in his 36 year old body.

"Hey babe." He says, sitting beside you on the bed. You lean forward and connect your lips, pulling away with a smirk. "Well aren't you all grown up."

(Sorry it's kinda short but just a little something for last nights episode!)