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Dean Imagine

OOf I'm so sorry this one is so long! it was one I wrote for Tumblr and it's about over 5,000 words. I'm sorry, I hope you like it though! it is violent and there is language. just to let you know!

You, Dean, and Sam pulled up at a motel in Oregon, the evidence you had picked up from articles and witness reports. To all of you, it looked like it could possibly be a nest of vamps. People were disappearing and you believed that they could be keeping them there to feed on them. Only two people have gone missing but these disappearances have been going on every few years now. Around the exact same time of year, and the same amount of people. You knew they were going to take one more so you had to get there quick.

You walked into the motel room and Dean tossed his bag onto one of the beds declaring it as his. A smile settled on his face at his victory, as you and Sam followed behind him. Sam quickly tossed his bag onto the other bed and let out a laugh. "Ha! I get the bed this time!" Sam exclaimed. You rolled your eyes and reached up on your toes to smack the back of his head. "Shut up Sam, at least I have my own personal heater." you jeered.

He chuckled, "At least I have the room to go full-on starfish. " he bragged. You groaned and let your shoulders fall. That was your favorite way to sleep and now you couldn't, plus you had to sleep next to Dean. It's not that you had a problem with Dean, but you sort of had a dilemma. You were kind of in love with him and you have been for years now.

Unbeknownst to you, Dean was in love with you as well and has been for longer than you have loved him.

Hearing you groan about having to share a bed with him made his heart ache just a little bit. You look at him and see a look of hurt flash across his face, and you realize that must have hurt him. You didn't mean to hurt him, you loved being close to him but it also made you nervous. You didn't want him to think that you didn't want to be near him, because it was the exact opposite.

You walked over to Dean and just stood in front of him. He looked at you with an eyebrow raised, "What are you doing?" He asked you." Dean." you say bluntly he looked at you, a bit of confusion and concern in his green eyes. "What's going on?" he asked reaching up to place a hand on your arm. When his hand touched you you looked at him with bright eyes. "Can I have a hug?" you asked. The tension in his shoulders fell, and he let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you.

You tightly held him and smiled, pulling away after a few seconds you put your hands on his biceps. "Looked like you needed one," you told him quietly with a smile. He let out a chuckle, "I'd never turn down a hug from my favorite girl." he told you with a smirk.

"Well if you two are done, with your moment, we need to research," Sam spoke up. You let out a laugh and smiled at him. "Alright, alright don't get your underoos in a twist." you teased him. "Really (y/n)? Underoos? How old are you 5?" he took a jab back at you.

"Shut up you two. Let's get this case done." Dean groused. You looked back at Dean's worried eyes. "Hey, Dean, what's wrong?" you asked quietly not wanting to involve his brother. "Nothing, I just want to get this done that's all," he responded and brushed past you. Your brows furrowed in worry, but you knew if Dean wanted to tell you something he would do it in his own time. You just shook it off and walked to join the boys around the small table in the room. They were already set up to research, so you decided you would go on a food run.

"Boys, I think we're all hungry, I'm gonna go grab some food. You guys want the usual?" you asked. Dean looked up at you and nodded, sam did as well. You grabbed your bag, held out your hand and Dean put the keys into your palm. "Alright, don't get into trouble while I'm gone!" you called from the doorway. "Can't make any promises!" you heard Dean voiced from behind his laptop. You looked down and shook your head, a smile placed on your face.