Supernatural Imagines

Good Mistakes

The motel room was quiet. You and your partner Dean were doing research and trying to find a new case to take.

Your partner Dean was a sexy bastard. Sometimes you just wanted to-

Wait, what were you thinking? He's just your partner and nothing else.

You look up to see him on the other side of the room. He looks at you and you both just stare at each other.

You both get up and kiss each other. You always knew he had good lips, but this, what you were feeling, was paradise. The feeling you got when your lips were attached was amazing and you never wanted to break apart.

You pull his shirt off and trace your fingers along his abs. His soft and smooth skin made you never want to take your hand away and just keep pressing against it.

Dean's hand travels up your shirt and his hand moves around your body and waist the same way you did to his. He brings his hand back down to where your shirt ended and used both of them to pull your shirt off.

Dean slowly made his way down to your neck and began slightly sucking at your skin as you let out a moan.

You could feel the hickeys being left on your collarbone and you couldn't love it more.

You continue with the kisses until you both get into bed.

He was your partner, you shouldn't be doing this. But it felt so right. The piece in your life you had been missing.

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You woke up the next morning to warm arms holding you. You turn to see your partner Dean. He wakes up and sees he's holding you and your bare chest. He lets go and you both get out of bed as fast as you can. You quickly throw on your shirt and he does the same.

You both stare at each other, but not like last night.

"What happened?" you ask.

"I have no clue." He runs a hand through his hair. "We weren't drunk, were we?" Dean asks.

"No," you breath.

You forget all about the case and research what it could have been that made you act the way you did. You don't look up from your laptop once to avoid repeating last night.

Dean breaks the silence after a while. "(y/n), I know you don't want to talk about what happened last night but, you were good. I loved it."

"I lost my virginity last night Dean. When I say I don't want to talk about it, it means I don't. It was all just a mistake because of some stupid son of a bitch," you say sternly and get back to your work.

After about an hour, you have an answer.

"Cupid," you say.

"You sure?" Dean questions.

"Postitive, let's go," you say trying to sound professional and not wanting to think about last night.

You summon Cupid and he does his own type of greeting. You don't like it but you're going to kick his ass anyway so you deal with it.

"Oh look at the two love birds. I take it last night went well?" he asks.

"Listen here you diaper wearing freak. I was a virgin until last night and you screwed that up with your stupid arrows. Don't you think you should consult with someone before you make them have sex with their hunting partner?" you get straight to the point.

"Someone's cranky. Thought you would be happy you finally got to see Dean with his shirt off. You've been wanting to for a long time anyway," he shrugs.

It's true. You did have a crush but you knew he would never like you back. You fell your face heating up and turing red. Cupid just spilled one of your biggest secrets.

"Is that true (y/n)?" Dean looks at you.

"Yeah," you say softly turning to face him.

"See? You two do love each other," Cupid ruins the moment.

"Dean? You love me?" you ask shocked.

"I do. I really do," he looks at you and grabs your hands.

"Can we repeat last night? Every night?" you ask as you lean closer.

"Thought you'd never ask," Dean whispers in your ear and you share another kiss.

His arms snake around your waist and he keeps you close to him.

You arms swing around his neck with ease.

"Aww," Cupid says before flapping his wings away.

"You're not upset about loosing your virginity anymore?" Dean asks.

"A little. But I know I lost it to the right guy," you smile.

"And the mistake?" he questions.

"Sometimes mistakes can be good," you reply.