Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Dean Imagine

Sweet Dreams~

You sat across from Sam at the long table you normally research at, a book buried under your nose. Dean was on the couch in the next room probably sleeping. It was a typical night of research of trying to find anything to deal with the mark on Dean's arm.

The clock hit 1 am and Sam finally stood, marking the page he was on with a heavy sigh. You look up at him and push your glasses up.

"You heading to bed?" You ask quietly. He nods and pulls at his hair a bit. "See ya." He murmurs, walking down the hall to the bedrooms. You continue reading about demons and Cain until you hear Dean's boots hit the floor.

Again you look away from the lore to the sleepy man. You couldn't help but smile at him- he looked adorable.

"You're still up?" He asks groggily, catching the time. You nod and yawn. "Unfortunately. How are you feeling?"

Dean shrugs and sits in Sam's previous spot. He scans the vast amount of books and papers spread over the tabletop. "It can be better."

You nod and lean back in your seat, admiring the man in front of you.

It's tense for a few seconds before you sigh and start reading again. You wished that Dean would talk to you more. Any other woman he would be easily starting up conversations with- he just seemed more conservative with you. You couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"You're obviously tired of researching this stuff for me. Go to bed." He says, tapping his knuckles against the old wood. You don't meet his eyes and keep reading. "I don't mind, Dean. You're worth reading for."

Realizing what you just said, you look up, imaging his face drawn up in discontent or something of the sort. But his eyes are serious and already staring you down. You move uncomfortably in your seat, accidentally hitting his leg with your own. Both of you blush a cherry red and look opposite ways.

"I'm serious, (Y/N). Go to bed." Dean says, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck. You giggled and stand up, collecting the notes you've taken and stacking them nicely on the corner.

"Wanna tuck me in?" You joke, watching his face. Again his eyes are serious and slightly shocked, and in seeing you've only made a joke, he runs the back of his neck again and messes with the ring on his finger. Something he does when he's bothered or nervous. Were you making him uncomfortable? Maybe you shouldn't say things like that...

You quickly say goodnight and scramble to bed, leaving the door open a tiny slit.

~Dean's POV~
Maybe I was going crazy. For a second I thought she was actually flirting with me?! I could've sworn she liked Sam...

These thoughts sent a pang of jealousy and hurt to sweep the bottom of my stomach and I stood up abruptly to head to bed. Anything to clear my mind of her and Sam together.

I passed by her door on the way to my own, pausing slightly to make sure she was safe. I was just about to leave when I heard a faint whisper call my name.

Weirded out I turned around, and then around again. Nobody was there and (Y/N)'s room wasn't cold so it couldn't a ghost.

"I love Dean Winchester!" There it was again, a little louder this time and I figured who it was. The only other person within ten feet of me was (Y/N). And she had just admitted to loving me. While she was sleep talking. Would this make the top ten weirdest ways to find out she loves you?

Before she could wake up I get to my room and sit on my bed, shaking off my boots. Wait, she loves me?! Me, the one who dared to lay a hand on her when I was a demon?! Who had screwed up so many times the past couple of years?! How could she-

No, how do I tell her I love her too?

~Your POV~
It was the next morning and you were tired as hell. Slipping on some fuzzy socks, you make your way to the kitchen, where Dean is hunched over the oven. Your eyebrows shoot up.

"Where's Sam?" You ask. He jumps at the sound of your voice, and stumbles when he talks. "Uh, um- he's uh- out."

You've never heard Dean stumble like that before. You plop down in a seat and watch as Dean moves nervously around the kitchen. When a pan falls to the floor, you wince.

"What's wrong with you this morning?" You ask skeptically, hurrying to his side to pick up the pan and turn down the heat on the oven.

"Don't-" He protests. It's too late. You see the little omelets and bacon cut and made into stupid little hearts. There's fine wine in glasses next to the two plates he's prepared and everything slams to a halt.

"Is Dean Winchester in love?" You meant it to sound playful but you probably sounded more like bitch- jealousy spread throughout every syllable. He swallows.

You see the deep red masking his face and your jaw falls. "Are you serious?! Who is she?"

"You!" He says exasperated, turning on his heel, spatula still in hand. If your mouth could be any wider it would be right now.

His green eyes find the natural light from the high windows and you stare at them. You could've sworn Dean wasn't in love with you, you barely thought he liked you as it is.

"Wait wait wait. Me?"

He nods and sets the spatula down. "Yes you. And I know you like me too."

I frown. Was I that obvious? "How?"

He blushes again. "I heard you sleep talking last night." This time you blush. What could you have been saying? You think you had a wet dream of Dean last night... It couldn't have been good.

"Well I do." You say small. A warm smile lights his face and you tilt your head to the side. Dean Winchester loves you? Wow.

"Good, then consider this out first date."