Supernatural One-Shots

Winchester's - 5

Warning: This does have high school bullies in it, so when they talk about what happened, there will be some actual name calling and body image insults. If you struggle with that, there are *** at the beginning and end of the scene so you can skip over it without missing anything relevant to the imagine. I don't think it's too extreme, but I don't want to upset anyone.

 Every one of you is beautiful, no matter what. 

"Guys." You whined, dragging out the last syllable. Neither boy looked up at you, knowing exactly what you were doing. "Pleaseee--"

"You know, no matter how much you beg, you're not going to get what you want." Dean glanced up at you, eyebrows raised. 

You were at the head of the table, each Winchester flanking you. You grinned at the attention. 

"We're going." Dean clarified and you scowled.

"You all are just big ol' babies." You slouched in your chair, crossing your arms.

"Says the one throwing a little tantrum, like a baby." 

"Shut up, Dean."

You huffed, crossing your arms. "It was my hometown! There's a reason I left when you guys showed up when we were kids."

"And that is?" Dean questioned, finally laying his book down.

"Well," You answered.

Sam cleared his throat, slightly shaking his head and Dean raised an eyebrow. 

"Come on," You frowned. "Don't make me go back there. There's a lot of unwanted memories."

Sam shot you a look of offense. You stuck your tongue back out at him, knowing he was only acting this way because of what you two did as teens. The two of you decided that you were the best of what you had, that you all were close enough with each other and weren't going anywhere any time soon. 

You all trusted one another and took each others first times. It never blossomed as anything more, and you and Sam both were more than content with the way your relationship was now, a trust and mutual understanding between the two of you.

"Like what?" Dean asked. "Got some little secret rendezvous we don't know about?"

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Maybe something like that."

"Anyways," Sam drew the attention to himself. "It's just for Dean to try some new burger place. We wouldn't be there more than a few hours. What are the chances someone even recognizes you?"

"Please," You scoffed. "I hung out with you two. Sam, Dean picked us up from school, leaned against the car in his leather jacket. All the girls in school swooned over him."

"Can you blame them?" Dean grinned.

"Yes! I don't see what they saw in you." You replied, making Sam laugh. 

Dean feigned hurt. "You act like I'm not good-looking."

"I act like you're a dumbass." You shot back. "We're not going."

"Y/N," Sam started. "Come on, two hours, and then you never have to go back. Like I said, what are the chances?"

~~~

The chances clearly were high. The burger joint that Dean had wanted to try was ran by the girl who used to pick on you in school. Of course, it was high school, so there were a lot of weight jokes and "Daddy's gone to get the milk?" when you would get seen walking toward Sam and Dean. Kids were mean to you in high school. Well, with the exception of Sam, who mostly said some pretty nasty things back to them.