Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Dean Imagine

For Brooke. @brookemccreaa

Read while playing Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas

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Baby~

It was shiny, black, classic, and everything you’ve ever wanted. Your hands ran over the black metal, eyes shining at the Impala. You could feel Dean’s eyes on you, watching as you moved around his baby. Finally, after a thorough inspection of the car, you turn on the Winchester, a grin spread over your face. He chuckles and nods to the driver seat.

“Did you wanna drive?”

Your eyes widen and you nod enthusiastically, skipping over to grab the keys from Dean’s palm. He never let anyone drive his car- but knowing that he’ll let you made you happier than when he let you share his pie.

You shoved the key into the ignition, turning and sitting in silence as the engine rumbled to life. Dean snorted in the passenger seat and you turned to scowl at him. “What?” You asked. He smiled and shook his head. “Nothing, nothing.”

Figuring it was probably time to start driving, you pull away from the bunker and head down the street. You honestly had no idea where you were going but you knew if Dean was bothered by this fact that he would tell you. He kept his mouth shut, slowly turning up his stereo, letting his mixtapes fill the vehicle.

Three hours later and you were still smiling like an idiot, doing tight spins and skids to scare the hell out of Dean. You really did not care where this skinny deserted road would take you, you would only stop for gas and sleep. Hell, you barely remember the town names as you flew past them. You and Dean simply sat, driving, listening to his rock songs, singing and air drumming when necessary.

And then the time came when you pulled over for a motel room, just as the sun was setting to the west. You parked Baby and looked over to Dean, who just so happened to be staring at you already. You two smiled at each other, as you admired the fine specks of green in his eyes.

Dean took your hand and swiped his thumb over it. “Come on, Brooke.”