Supernatural: Imagines and Preferences

Sam Winchester Imagine - (Dean-centric): You Won't

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You were accustomed to Dean bringing home a new girl each night, watching the bunker door swing open and shut constantly.

Tonight though, you found yourself in the library, your legs propped up on the table. Dean sat across you with a glass of whiskey burning into his palm.

"I think" you said smiling. The buzz overtook your body as he poured you another glass. "I think that you need to loosen up" you said, and took another swig.

"Me?" he said incredulously, chuckling and leaning back in his seat. A laugh bubbled up from your throat.

The doorknob began jiggling and you snapped your head up to the bunkers door.

"I thought Sam was asleep" you said, beginning to slur.

"I thought so too" Dean shrugged, "So what were you saying about me needing to-" he began but the door swung open and Sam walked in with a girl just a step behind him. You looked at Dean, then back at Sam, wondering if the alcohol was beginning to mess with you.

"Who's this?" the girl's perky voice seemed to penetrate your skin.

"Kathy, that's my brother Dean, and my friend, Y/N" Sam quickly introduced you, hastily moving through the library.

"Who are you?" you stood up, speaking louder than you should've. Dean reached over the table, pulling you back down and you fell into your chair. Sam clenched his jaw, fighting the want to take the poison liquid from you and tuck you into bed instead. He hated when you drank, you weren't yourself, and he always wanted the best for you.

"Sit down" Dean hissed through his teeth and you furrowed your brows, looking at him then at Sam walking down the hallway with whoever that was. She was pretty. That you could tell no matter what state you were in. Her brown hair falling over her shoulders, and a naivety radiated off of her.

"She'd be a shit hunter" you mumbled, taking another sip.

"I agree with you on that" Dean tipped his cup to you. The older Winchester was a serious drunk, you'd never seen him loosen up, and probably never will. "But why do you care?" he continued, his eyes drifting to the hallway and back towards you.

You sank down in the chair, squinting your eyes at your socked feet.

"I don't know" you said, "I really don't" you gave a sad smile, trying to think.

Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes and downing his fourth glass.

"What?" you exclaimed, running a hand through your hair.

"I'm not stupid, contrary to popular belief" Dean said and you smiled.

"I never said you were!"

"I know, but listen. If Sammy's gonna be with anyone, I'll be happy it's you" he said, and you placed your cup gingerly on the table, as if it were a grenade.

"What are you implying?" his statement sobered you up.

"I think everyone knows it but you, Y/N. You wanted to claw that bitches eyes out the second you saw her walk through that door" he pointed lazily to the staircase. "And while I was trying to keep you from doing that, Sammy took more than a look at you" Dean finished.

You took down the rest of the glass like a shot, not taking your eyes off Deans.

With a bitter smile you stood up, wobbling at first. "It's not my choice" you said. Dean furrowed his brows, waiting for an explanation.