Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

No Distractions

Characters: Rock Star!Dean Winchester x Reader, minor characters

Warnings: none

Summary: With Dean being so busy with his career, he loses sight of what's really important–and who.

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Third grade: to pass the time in class, he would take two number 2 pencils and drum them against the desk, causing a distraction for the whole class. The teacher would get mad at him, but you'd watch in amazement that he could make music just by two orange pencils. The kids around him seemed to be more interested in him than the teacher which is why she threatened to send him to the front office if he didn't put them away.

Seventh grade: by this time, his parents had given up and bought him a small drum kit, one that wasn't very good, but was still able to keep him occupied. He'd be at the drum set every day after school, and you would be there next to him, doing your homework as you listened to the music he'd create from scratch. It was amazing how long he'd kept up this hobby, and he'd talked to you about making this his career one day. With just enough practice, he might get there.

Eleventh grade: he had joined high school band to play the drums for the first year, but it didn't seem to click in his mind. He wanted to play more rock than what they were going for which is why he was interested in music class. They offered all kinds of instruments, and he was the first to grab the drums once he laid eyes on a real drum set. Playing acoustic guitar was something you picked up on over the years, and that instrument was yours. To be honest, you just took the class to watch him play.

Junior year of college: right from the start of college, he had found some friends to form a band that would play around the school, maybe participated in a few low-key gigs that paid pretty well for an up and coming starter band. You had been his supporter all throughout his life, and you weren't going to stop now. At this rate, he would become a rock and roll drummer, famous all around the world. Seeing him progress through his career is something that gave you joy because he was your best friend, and you would do anything you could to see him succeed.

Present day: Dean had been offered by many recording companies if he and his band would produce music, which, of course, he said yes. It was hard to pick only one, but you might have had something to do with that. While he wanted to be a musician, you have always wanted to be a producer, and you pulled some strings to get him the producer he wanted: you.

It was a dream come true to see him live it out on stage, playing for thousands of people only to rack it up to millions. From the start of preschool, he had wanted nothing more than to be a drummer, and now he's gotten it, you weren't going to do anything to tear that away from him. He's played on stages from all around the world, and at each event, you were backstage to watch him play.

The only downfall to this was the more popular he became, the less time you got to be alone with him. It was always play here, sign this, appear there. His happiness was your number one priority, but sometimes you wished you were back in his mom's basement, watching him play on the shitty drum kit his mom gave him.

His latest gig, the one he scored in Vegas, he wanted you to be there for the opening night. There was no way you could say no to him, so you made sure to take the first flight you could to be there on time before they even got started setting up to see if you could score some alone time with him.

When you got there, that dream was crushed to a million pieces once you saw him surrounded by fans. He looked so happy to be signing their papers and taking pictures, and he looked so breathtakingly gorgeous, you decided to stay out of it until he was done. When he finally finished, it was time to get set up on stage.

The concert had been a hit, and afterward, there would be a small party at one of the casinos to celebrate the success of it all. He made sure you were coming to that, and it wasn't like you were going to miss it. Maybe you might get in some alone time to tell him how you truly felt. It broke your heart that your best friend was being taken from you by the rest of the world, and you needed to tell him how you felt now before it was too late.

While at the casino, the whole band got together to have a few drinks before they all went on their separate ways to do their own thing. You found Dean huddled with a group of girl fans as they giggled away to try and impress him. Sighing, you took a seat at one of the games, frowning as you put in a twenty.

"Ladies, you can all get your pictures. Don't worry," Dean smiled as they giggled. They were pretty and nice and all that, but he really wanted to be spending time with only one person: his best friend.

"You did so well on that stage," one woman fawned.

"Yeah, you really know what you're doing there," another smirked. Something told him to look away from the girls, to pay attention to what was in front of him. He looked up to see you trying your luck at one of the slots, with a sad frown on your face.

"Ladies, would you excuse me one minute?" he said as he gently pushed them to the side. He walked to you and took a seat at the other slots next to yours. "Hey, you okay?"

"No, Dean, I'm not okay," you gathered the money you won and got up, leaving his side to be on your own. It broke your heart to treat him this way, but you really missed your best friend. He watched as you walked off to the VIP section and took a seat, taking out your phone to absentmindedly play on it.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked once he reached you.

"Don't you have fans to take pictures with? Sign some things?" you asked, not looking at him.

"Y/N talk to me," he sighed. The VIP section was empty which boosted your confidence a little bit.

"I fucking miss you, Dean. Do you know how long it has been since the two of us hung out?"

"We did before the show."

"I meant alone, Dean. Don't you miss the days where it was you and me, your drum set, and nothing else? Don't get me wrong, I am so fucking proud of you for making it this far. I just... I miss you," you sighed sadly.

"I guess I got caught up with everything, that I lost sight of who was truly by my side through it all. I'm so sorry."

"And I better say this now because I don't know when I might get another chance, but I love you. Like, romantically. I didn't want to live my life without telling you that just in case you might feel the same way as I do."

"Alright, here goes. For the past few weeks, I have been thinking about you romantically. You have always been there for as long as I can remember, never once giving up hope on my dreams. People said that what I wanted was a foolish dream, that I should think about something practical, but you never gave up on me. I hate that it took me this long to realize it, but I do love you," he smiled, "romantically."

"We should make a pact," you stated, grabbing his hand. "We will spend one day a week where it's just me and you, no distractions. If we're going to make this work, we need to be there for one another. I don't want to mess this up before it's even starting."

"I like that pact," he grinned, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you in. At that moment, the other people in the room didn't matter. You had Dean and he had you. Just like it has always been.