Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Dean Imagine

For Kaylee @Markylover

Read while playing Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis

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Hands~

You stand outside of his house, shaking from the cold and the previous argument with your parents. They had hated the fact that you were continuing to see Dean after they told you not to. They thought he was bad, that he would hurt you and you would end up heart broken. But it’s been nearly six months since you two have started dating and you felt nothing but trust and love around him.  

Dean swings the door open, lips parted and eyes wide at the sight of you. You hiccup, trying to hide your depression and anger for your family. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” He replies, all but pulling you in from the cold. You sigh at his warm house. There was nobody home but him, which was surprising because his brother usually stayed with him.

“What are you doing here at 2 in the morning?” He asks briskly, eyes roaming over your red cheeks and swollen eyes. You shake your head and slip off your shoes.

“It’s my parents… Oh, it doesn’t even matter anymore.” You reply, shrugging off your coat and heading for his living room. You saw books littered over the coffee table and an old comedy playing in black and white on his small TV. You smiled fondly at the warm scene. Dean followed behind you, stopping at your side and scooping your smaller hand into his.

“You’re always welcome to stay here. There’s an empty bed upstairs…” He stops himself when you turn to face him, eyes meeting his. His body heat enveloped you and your breathing automatically became heavier- as it always did around him. “I was thinking of using yours.” You whisper. Dean struggles to smile, eyes dancing down to your lips then your eyes, finally settling on how your hands were put together perfectly. “I’m totally okay with that.” He answers, his smile finally spreading over his features.

You smiled back, loving how easy it was to make him smile. Your chest warmed as his free hand went to cup your cheek, thumb leaving a hot trail of nerves over your cheekbone. “You know, I really really like you, Kaylee.” He mumbles, swooping down lower to you, breath fanning over your pink lips. Your smile turned into a subtle grin. “Yeah, I know, Winchester.” Slowly, he leans closer, his pouty lips kissing yours gently. He then pulls away. “Did you know that I have this strong liking towards you as well?” You giggle, looking up at his sparkling eyes.

Something on the TV happens, causing the people in it to ‘Aw’ and you couldn’t help but push back on him, letting your lips mold against his. He grunts, hands disconnecting from your own and instead going to your waist, hiking up your sweater so his skin is on yours. Your own hands go up to his neck, pulling him closer sloppily, and then moving to his hair to pull slightly on his dark strands.

“No, I think what I was trying to say,” He pulls away, panting with glittering green candy eyes and lips redder than normal. Your eyes fly open to meet his and your lips part in anticipation. “I think I was trying to say that I love you.” He finishes, coming closer again. He stops before your lips connect, as if asking for permission.

Your mind flies with everything that your family has said about this man. But you couldn’t lose him.

“I love you too.”