Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Season 10 Imagine

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"Are Those Nudes?!"~

You sit down at the table between Sam and Dean, Dean's tray of food fully loaded with just about everything. Sam's got a pink laptop in front of him.

"Sup guys." You announce, taking a large bite of your apple and looking between them. Sam starts saying stuff about the Internet and the current case we're supposed to be doing.

To be honest this whole time you've been trying to keep Dean on track and not running off with some girl. You guys weren't exactly dating but you were a thing. You've had sex a couple of times and you two always went out in what you would consider dates- burgers and occasional movies. Nothing too intense but you were starting to get tired of no ties.

If you and Dean were going to date, lets make it happen.

"I'm just looking through the victim's deleted files."

I drop my fry on the tray, staring up with wide-eyes at Sammy. "You can do that?" Dean and I say at the same time. Sam looks amused, eyes bouncing between us.

"You didn't know that?"

"Well, yeah..." You mumble under your breath, looking up from under your lashes at Dean. His eyes meet yours before looking away.

Okay, so maybe you didn't know that. If you did you sure as hell wouldn't have sent Dean those nudes awhile back. You're pretty sure Sam wouldn't try to look through Dean's deleted files but still. The fact that someone else can easily hack into them and see you...

No, that sent chills through you.

"Why, do you have something to hide?" Sam asks, eyes glued to the pink laptop. You look to Dean for him to say something and he covers up smoothly. "Unless you want to see porn."

You mentally slap him. Sam isn't fazed by porn. He's seen it a million times without having to shift through Dean's deleted history.

Sam chuckled and shook his head. You swallowed. He took the bait, good.

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The three of you are miles away from the weird case. You had been successful once again, stopping the ghost and saving a young girl. Fortunately for you, Dean hadn't slept with anyone and you were happy for that.

You throw your bag on the bed, coming out to see Sam squinting closely at his computer screen. Your eyebrows shoot up, coming around to see his screen. He shuts it before you can fully catch a glimpse of it but you see it. It's you.

"Are those nudes?!" You cry. Maybe if you play it off like you had no idea that was you...

Sam blushes and clears his throat, obviously embarrassed. "Uh... They were Dean's..."

"So you were looking at Dean's nudes?!" You pretend again, heart rate returning to normal once you realize your decoy was working. Sam flushes and gets up from his seat.

"No-"

"Then what-"

But Sam's out of the room before you can finish your sentence. You take in a sharp breathe, glad that that worked out the way it did. Next time if Dean was away wanting a picture of you, he'd have to struggle through the pain. Or just bring you along.