Dean met you three days ago and had been itching to call you ever since. But he had to play it cool, he had to wait. And he did, for three days.
This is Y/N, leave a message. BEEP
It hadn't rang long and he wasn't expecting such a short voicemail. He wasn't prepared to leave a message, but it was too late to hang up. It was already recording.
"G-geez, uh- umm... H-hi. I was just calling to see if-" he stammered, swallowing thickly and desperately trying to get his thoughts in order. "-if, d-do you- would you like to accompany me to dinner on Saturday night? Call me back if you're free. No pressure." CLICK
He hung up quickly and exhaled deeply. Then he realized, you couldn't call him back; he didn't leave his number. He palmed his face and hit redial.
This is Y/N, leave a message. BEEP
"Hey, sweetheart. I guess I should've left my number, huh?" He rambled off the ten-digit number far too quickly. "Alright, looking forward to hearing from you." He cringed, why did he say that. "Bye..." CLICK
He didn't say his name...
This is Y/N, leave a message. BEEP
"Uh, it's me again... the guy leaving you an obnoxious amount of voicemails without telling you who it was." He chuckled nervously. "This is Dean, by the way. I hope I haven't scared you off... damn-it..." CLICK
He stared at his phone, coming to terms with the fact that you probably weren't going to call back once you'd heard how desperate he sounded. He shook his head and tossed his cell onto the bed. Waiting exactly two minutes before he picked it up to make sure the ringer wasn't silenced. It wasn't.
The next morning he scrolled through his messages and sighed; nothing new. And by that evening he had his thumb hovering over your number. He took a deep breath and hit dial.
This is Y/N, leave a message. BEEP
"Hi, Y/N, it's Dean. I swear this is the last time I'll bother you and if you don't call me back I'll take the hint." He paused. "I thought maybe you didn't remember me by name, so I just wanted to say that we met at that artisan coffee shop on Monday morning. You were wearing this cute little blue number and I was the stiff in the suit that you split your drink on." He chuckled. "I thought you were beautiful and sweet and I just thought we hit it off. But if the feeling's not mutual, I understand. Anyways, I don't mean to harass you so I'm gonna hang up now. Goodbye, sweetheart." CLICK
Now he was reduced to waiting impatiently, checking his phone often over the next couple of hours and chewing on his lip anxiously until it was sore and raw.
RING RING RING
He started at the sound of his ringtone coming from the other room and jumped up. Sprinting down the hallway and sliding on his socked feet.
"Hello?... OUCH! -shit." He hissed, stubbing his toe on the edge of his bed, tumbling to the floor and dropping his phone.
"Dean... Dean?" His phone called as he fumbled to pick it up, seeing 'Y/N Y/L/N' flash across the screen.
"Y/N. Hi."
"Hi." He smiled, thrilled at the sound of your voice and extremely nervous at the same time.
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SPN Imagines... (Dean Winchester x Reader)
FanficThis is an ongoing collection of completed imagines (Dean Winchester x Reader). Some AUs, some canon. Lots of nightmares/insomnia fics, all fluff based. Others are purely random where I throw poor, unsuspecting Dean into strange what if scenarios.
