Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You and Eileen have a girls night that end with you confessing something to the man that you love.

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The brothers are gone for the night, and that means you and Eileen have the entire bunker to yourselves. Dean has the good alcohol stashed in the library where Sam won't be able to find it, but you know exactly where it is. You'll have to buy him more bottles if you and Eileen are going to drink them all. You're seated at the table with your feet resting on the wood surface, and Eileen is seated on the floor next to you.

"You know what we never talk about?" you ask with a slight slur.

"What?"

She may be drunk, but she can still read your lips. Plus, her hearing aid helps with some of the sound.

"You and Sam. You two are so cute together," you giggle. "You need to make a move because he's not getting any younger."

"We're just friends," she says and takes another sip of her bottle.

"Yeah, friends who need to fuck," you laugh.

"Okay, what about you and Dean?"

She gets up on wobbly legs and takes a seat next to you so she can see you and read your lips better.

"What about me and Dean?"

"Come on, you two are practically dating."

She's right. You and Dean are so close and have kissed each other before, but nothing has gone beyond that. He treats you like a girlfriend without the sex and vice versa. It's kind of annoying since all you want to do is rip his clothes off, but he hasn't had the "talk" with you yet. It wouldn't be hard if he didn't make it so damn difficult to get over.

"Dean isn't into me like that," you shake your head.

"Yeah, okay," she scoffs. She looks at the half-drunk bottle and sets it down with a sigh. "I'm going to go to bed."

"What? No, stay with me," you whine.

"I'm seeing two of you right now," she chuckles. "That's me saying I need to stop. I'll see you in the morning."

"Fine. I don't mind drinking by myself."

Eileen wobbles away to her room, leaving you alone in the library. You're almost done with Dean's most expensive bottle when you hear the metal door to the Bunker open. You look to the right and see Sam and Dean walk down, and your eyes widen with happiness.

"Sammy! Dean! You're back!" you giggle loudly.

"Are you drunk?" Sam chuckles.

"I don't know, am I?"

"Okay, where is Eileen?"

"In her room. Are you going to tuck her in? Kiss her goodnight?" you giggle.

Sam doesn't say anything but make eye contact with his brother. Sam leaves the party and heads to Eileen's room to see if she is okay.

"Are you drinking my good stuff?" Dean gasps, looking at the bottle in your hand.

"Yeah-huh," you nod and remove your legs from the table. "Don't worry, Dean, I'll get you more."

"You better. Come on, let's get you to bed."

"No," you huff and slide the bottle from you. "I'm mad at you."

"Why?"

"Because you won't tell me how you feel. If it were up to me, I'd fuck you right here and now."

Dean's eyes get a little darker, but he won't say what's really on his mind. You're not in the right mind for this conversation, so the best thing he can do is take you to bed and talk with you tomorrow about this.

"Okay, come on, let's go to bed."

Dean reaches for you and helps you to your feet, but you don't want to go to bed just yet. You fling yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Let's stay here. No one is here to watch," you giggle.

"No, I'm taking you to bed. Don't make this harder for me."

"The only thing on you that I want hard is your dick."

Dean chuckles and nods impatiently, knowing that he is going to have to carry you to bed if you're not going to walk yourself. Without thinking, he bends down and grabs your legs, lifting you up and over his shoulder. You squeal in surprise, hitting his back with almost dead-weight, laughing when he starts to walk toward your room.

"You have such a perfect ass, Dean."

You slap his ass, making Dean roll his eyes in resistance. It is taking everything in him not to throw you down and fuck you right here and now. He has been holding himself back since the moment he laid his eyes on you; he can wait a night. He takes you to your room and sets you gently on the bed so he doesn't hurt you.

"Dean, please stay," you say breathlessly.

You keep trying to get him to stay, but he keeps dodging your efforts to stay. It gets to the point where it pisses him off just how much he can't take advantage of you. He pulls away from you completely and holds your shoulders, staring deeply into your eyes.

"Y/N, listen to me. I want nothing more than to get you into bed. If you still want me when you're sober, then I will spend all night making sure you know how much I love you," he whispers the last part.

"You are a beautiful white man, Dean Winchester."

"Okay," he sighs.

"What woman wouldn't want you? You're the best man ever."

"Sleep tight. We'll talk tomorrow."

Dean tucks you into bed, and as soon as you feel the covers over you, you fall into a deep sleep. Dean kisses your forehead and leaves your room, closing your door softly behind him. He leans against the door in thought, trying to calm his racing heart. Maybe you feel the same about him because drunk words are sober thoughts, and he can't stop thinking about you.