Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Dean Imagine

For Lyndsey Rae Tackett @lindseybishwhet

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Can You Sing?~

Your eyes go wide at the set stage, a girl in a leather jacket with awfully drawn stubble singing. You had been called from worrying about Dean to this place- it must've been a joke.

Supernatural The Books? As a musical?! I mean, they must have known the three of you were coming, and-

"Opening night isn't until Friday." A small girl in a school girl outfit and hat said up at you, paired with another girl with round glasses. You arch an eyebrow and glance up at Dean.

"Uh... Supernatural?" Sam asks trying to sound nonchalant about the situation. Let's just get this straight:

"There's no singing it Supernatural." You say out loud, eyeing the girls with obvious dissatisfaction. They shrug and stare at you, squinting slightly. You stare back a little freaked out as to why they were thoroughly examining you.

"You fit the perfect description of Lyndsey from the books. Can you sing?"

Your jaw drops and you look up at the brothers who are snickering at you. Sighing loudly, you turn to the girls again. "I'm an FBI agent. These are my partners. We're here for the disappearances."

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The girls showed you around the place, casually talking about the books and if you've read them- which you have. The boys have too, you think. But unlike you, they didn't follow social media sites dedicated to them. The stuff you find on there is highly inappropriate...

"So, you're hunters." The one with the glasses says, smiling at you. Your eyes widen and you crack your knuckles- a habit when you're nervous.

They stare at your hands like you've done something amazing.

"How do you-"

"Well, the FBI cards were fake, and you act exactly like Lindsey in the books," They give each other a look and giggle. Your brows crinkle and you cross your arms, leaning against a wall. "We know you like Dean."

Your cheeks turn a nice red and you fumble with your hands, looking anywhere but them. You find Dean walking towards you with Sam, talking animatedly about something. When he sees you're waiting for him, he stops and quirks a smile, before returning to talking.

"Are you two gonna kiss?!" One of them said excitedly, bouncing a little. You shush her loudly and turn immediately to the boys.

They stop talking about whatever it was and sigh.

"Well we figured it out. Want us to tell you?" Dean asks with a side smirk. You peal your eyes from his profile and look at the eager girls, who nod their head.

Dean opens his mouth but they cut him off. "Wait! Go stand by Lyndsey." They order, grabbing his wrist suddenly and throwing him besides you.

Both you and Dean are confused but they urge him to continue. The longer Dean talks, the more you crumble at his voice. It was like the sexiest deepest thing you've ever heard. It sent you bonkers anytime you heard it for too straight.

The girls, seemingly knowing what was happening, clapped their hands- ending Dean's discussion. "That's it. Now kiss her!" They plead, wide brown and blue eyes demanding Dean to follow rules.

"Um, uh-" You tried to mumble a coherent sentence but first Dean's voice and now this?! How could you possibly think straight?

"Dean, uh-" You cleared your throat a multitude of times, wishing you can think of something- anything!

And then the weirdest thing happened.

Dean had spun you around and cupped both your cheeks- only giving you a small second of his beautiful eyes before his full lips came onto yours.

It was euphoric to say the least. It was cut short by the insane giggling and squealing from the fan girls next to you, and Dean pulled away slowly.

You breathed steadily, finding Dean's eyes as well to see he enjoyed it just as much as you had.

Then you glare at the girls.

"We've got work to do."