Supernatural Imagines

Badboy!Dean x Reader: High School AU P3

Badboy!Dean x Reader: High School AU P3

// Y'all seemed to be enjoying this lil' story, so here's part three!

You and Dean had been running for a good hour before his pace gradually slowed to a jog, then to a walk. Luckily your parents thought you were staying at a friends house that night; so you weren't in any danger of being caught out here.

"Y/N? You still awake up there?" Dean's voice was low and soft, he clearly didn't want to wake you if you did happen to be asleep. In response you swung your legs a little and instinctively pressed your chest closer to his back. He felt like the only safe place around for miles. "I'm awake, s'alright Dean." He breathed out a sigh of relief and gently crouched so you could jump off.

Once your feet found the floor, all you wanted to do was feel his warmth again. "Dean can I just ask, where the hell are we?"
Dean didn't answer directly, but you could hear him fumbling around the room for something. "Welcome Y/N, to my humble abode." A faint stream of light filled the area you were both stood in; a low whistle escaped your lips as you surveyed the various boxes and objects littering the room. "It's my getaway from the crap people call life." His shoulders rose and dropped in a small shrug. "Has anyone else been here?" You asked a little tentatively. "No, it's kind of a secret Y/N, I hope you can keep it that way." Dean motioned for you to sit on the couch opposite, which was surprisingly comfy compared to its warn looking exterior.
Another flicker of light appeared in the room as Dean lit a cigarette, he took a large breath from it and tilted his head back as he exhaled. He saw your disapproving expression and chuckled, "We're gonna die anyway Y/N, I want to go from blackened lungs rather than a broken heart or mind." You were unsure of how to respond to this but something inside you wanted to stop him. Carefully you prised his fingers from around the cigarette and dropped it to the floor. "I disagree. All you have to do is find little things that make life worth living. Like... Like the way the sun warms your back through the windows in class. Or-" Dean held up a hand, interrupting you, his mouth split into a knowing smirk. "Or when I beat the hell out of someone for calling Y/N a nerd." You couldn't help but laugh at this, a faint blush creeping up your cheeks. "I can defend myself, you ass."
Dean's smirk grew, "Eh, the guy was asking for it."

You weren't sure how long you and Dean were sat talking, until you were given an indication by the first beams of sunlight streaming in through several cracks in the roof. The rest of the morning consisted of you cleaning up the floor of Dean's makeshift hideaway while he tried to find something to eat. The whole thing was bizarrely domestic in a way, not that you particularly minded.

Dean walked beside you up the front steps of your house, you couldn't help noticing the pack of cigarettes poking out of this jacket pocket; nevertheless you decided not to comment on it. Turning to face him, you wrapped your arms around his torso in a loose hug. His whole body stiffened and you blanched, wondering if this had been a mistake. Looking up at him in question you raised an eyebrow, "Is Mr. Badass too cool for hugs now?" You commented, watching his face break out into a grin. "Course not, I just don't get them that often." Dean then reciprocated the embrace, pulling you closer into his chest and humming quietly. The hug seemed to last a long time, yet not long enough. When you finally broke away, Dean scratched the back of his neck and his eyes seemed to glaze over. "Hopefully I'll see you around Y/N."
He was about to head back down the steps, then you heard him whisper, "Ah fuck it." The next thing you knew his lips were on yours in a gentle but firm kiss. Dean's action took you by surprise but it was a damn pleasant one. Pulling away, Dean winked at you and started to walk away from your house, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it and disappeared around the corner of your street.
You scowled after him, shaking your head.
Damn that Winchester.