Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Promise?

Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

Warnings: implied smut-ish

Summary: You and Dean dance around the subject of being together, but you're his best friend's little sister, and he can't go there with you... can he?

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You might get in a lot of trouble with this plan, but you're going through with it. You and Dean have been dancing around the subject of "will he, won't he" for far too long now. Nothing is ever simple, and that includes your relationship with the older Winchester. You can't date him because then your older brother will chew you out and probably disown you, but there is a chemistry that you two share that neither one of you will ever admit to.

You're tired of playing games with him, so you're finally going to try something that may or may not give you what you two clearly want.

There is a party that your friends are throwing that you're invited to, and of course, you said yes. You're a fallen angel that lost her grace. Best fucking thing to ever happen to you because you love being human. You don't have Heaven to answer to, and you get to travel the country with the Winchesters. You learned to be a hunter, and a damn good one at that.

The thing about this party is that it's giving you the perfect excuse to wear something you normally wouldn't–something that would most definitely drive Dean insane. You've tried letting him have his way, but you're taking the reins right now. There may be an obvious age difference between the two of you, but you've never cared about that.

The dress you're wearing is short–too short for your liking. You have your hair styled that shows your back and your back tattoo that you got when you first lost your grace. Your makeup is on point (thanks YouTube for that one), and you're feeling sexy and confident in this.

"That dress is way too short," you hear Dean say from behind you.

His eyes roam your body and stop on the back tattoo that drives him crazy when he gets the slightest glimpse at it. His eyes travel down your body and to your legs–legs that seem to go on for miles. He can't be thinking about you this way or else he can get both of you in a lot of trouble. Your brother is very protective of you, and he shouldn't dare stand in his way.

"That's the whole point," you roll your eyes.

"That's a bit slutty, don't you think?"

"What's it to you?" you ask and swiftly turn around to face him. "Are you jealous?"

"Sweetheart, I don't get jealous," he chuckles. "Though, I wouldn't worry about me."

You know what he is implying, and frankly, you don't want to hear it.

"Thanks, but you're not my brother. Stop acting like it."

Thankfully, your brother isn't home or else he wouldn't let you leave looking like this.

"No, but I am his best friend. I've known you since before you lost your grace."

"Your point?" you sigh and walk toward the door.

Instead of moving out of the way to let you pass, he places a muscular hand on the door to block you in. There is no way he's letting you go now. A knock sounds on the door, and Sam gets up from his spot at the table to open it. Your friends are standing there with smiles on their faces, waving at you when they spot you.

"Take the damn dress off or I'll do it for you," he whispers.

"Promise?" you grin, enjoying this flirty banter.

There is fire in his eyes, but he doesn't say anything.

"Y/N, you coming?" your friend asks.

"Yeah, I'll be right there," you call for them in a sweet voice. You turn back to Dean and switch right back to the brat you are. "I'll be at the Carlton Bar if you want to make good on your promise."

You push past him and wiggle your ass knowing that Dean is watching you. Whatever is going to happen, you know it was because of you.