supernatural preferences

Dean Imagine

All your life you have been deemed 'The chatterbox' and honestly, it hurt you. Your family had teased you about it, your classmates had teased you about it and it embarrassed you. You tried not to talk too much but it's just the way you were and you couldn't really help it.

You just spoke a lot, but they always made fun of you for it.

Then you met the Winchesters. Sam and Dean, the two brothers who made you feel the safest and most comfortable you have ever felt. They adored it when you spoke, they thought it was so cute. In fact, Dean thought you were so cute, and sweet that he ended up asking you to be his. You of course said yes, and it was the best thing you've ever had with someone. You had told Sam about how you felt, and you just kept on talking, he just let you speak listening to you with a smile.

"You know Sammy, I really love him. He's so sweet, I can't explain it too well, but he's just amazing." you sighed while he listened as you went on and on about his older brother before he asked you out.

Now here you sat in the library with them a book on your lap and thoughts running through your mind at light speed. "You know, we haven't been on a simple salt and burn case in a long time. I miss them, to be honest with you, I just think they're the most interesting. They may seem boring to most hunters but I really like them. Sure, they're sad but You just get to learn so much about so many different people and the way they are living and feeling." They didn't think you took a breath and it made a smile break out on Dean's face.

"You remember the last salt and burn we were on?" you asked the boys. "Yeah, the one in Utah, the one where the man killed his wife because he had a side chick," Dean spoke up, and you nodded. "Yeah, that one. I remember when I first heard what had happened it made me really upset, you know Imagine your husband cheating on you and then killing you because he had someone else on the sideline. I felt so bad for her, and sort of understood why she was going after the people she did. I just love that we get to learn from experiences that other people have in their lives and can sometimes apply them to our lives." you say with a furrowed brow from how focused you were on the subject. You were moving your hands around a lot too It was just something you did. You felt comfortable speaking around the boys because you knew they wouldn't judge you. Of course, you didn't speak all the time but sometimes you just did, you had so much to say and they let you.

"I hope we get a simple case like that soon, I miss the calmer things like that. Not having to think about the world ending or anything like that. Just you boys and me, in a cheap motel not so much baggage, just something to slow down the spiral we are in." your voice resounded through the library, and you looked at the boys who had smiles on their faces. It made you smile as well. "I just love being with you guys I-" Dean cut you off "You always say that Sweetheart, and we love being with you too. I can't believe you just have so much to say, do you ever slow down?" he teased with a smile. Your heart dropped. You thought they were ok with you speaking. They smiled... was it just to make you happy? You thought to yourself.

"I guess not..." you tried to let out a laugh so you didn't seem hurt. "I'm gonna go read in the room I'm pretty tired guys. See ya later," you said and got up, grabbing the book you were reading and heading down the hall. Tears were stinging your eyes, and your breath caught in your throat. You didn't think you spoke too much, sure you had a lot to say but you didn't know it would annoy them. They never said anything before, but maybe they were right... You just had too much to say and never slowed down. Maybe you did just speak way too much...

You could see the ground become blurry as tears began to fall. Entering your room you changed into more comfortable clothes before pulling down the covers to slip into bed. You could barely focus on the book, all of these thoughts were telling you that you needed to stop talking so much so they wouldn't think you would never shut up.