Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

It Felt Right

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: none!

Summary: Dean has to think on his feet before you get caught on a case.

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Sam is sick, which is why you and Dean are taking on this case solo. There is a rumor of a man who is hoarding a bunch of cursed objects that he plans to use on people. Your job is to infiltrate the party he's at because you think that he will hit the party.

Before you were a hunter, you were a professional hacker. People came to you and paid you to hack stuff, and your clientele list was very long. You were making good money until you got caught up with some monsters pretending to be humans, and that's when you met Sam and Dean.

You were able to use your skills to get you and Dean an invitation to this party so you don't have to sneak in and ruin things before they have a chance to kick off. The party you're going to is formal, so Dean had to rent a suit that makes his body look amazing. He hates suits, but he needs to do this if he wants to blend in.

You, on the other hand, are excited to dress up. You normally don't have opportunities to do this, so when you can get dolled up, then you're taking the chance.

"I hate this suit," Dean complains once you two are in the door.

This party is for recon only. You don't want to start a fight here with innocent people. If you can figure out where the cursed objects are, then one of you can leave to get the weapons while the other stays with the man in question.

"I know you do. It's for one night. You can suck it up. Besides," you pause and fix his tie slowly, "you look very handsome. Be more flexible. Blend in."

"If I recall, you're the flexible one," he smirks.

"I did the splits once and I'll never hear the end of it," you chuckle.

Dean looks around the party and locks eyes with the man in question. It is only for a second or two, but Dean looks away in case the guy recognizes him. Sam and Dean have been in and out of the monster world so many times that they know who they are and what they look like. Still, the guy doesn't seem to recognize Dean.

"There he is. Come on."

Dean places his hand on the small of your back and guides you across the room and around the other chatting couples. No one even seems to realize that you and Dean aren't supposed to be here. If you had worn what you usually wear, then everyone would notice for sure.

"I told you these outfits were a good idea," you whisper.

"Yeah, yeah," Dean chuckles.

The man walks into a restricted area, but the guards around the door aren't paying attention to who enters or leaves. They are too busy chatting with the other guests. Some security this place has.

When the time is right, you two sneak through the door only to see it's a very long hallway with a dozen doors on either side. The man is already halfway down the hall with his back turned to you. He must not have heard you two come in.

"Dean, where do we go? We need to hide."

You really don't want to find out what will happen if this guy turns around and sees a Winchester waiting for him. The man doesn't seem to notice you two panicking, but that doesn't mean he won't turn around at any time. Maybe if you can see what door he goes into, you can leave and come back a few minutes later to check it out.

Before you have a chance to do anything, the guy turns and makes eye contact with Dean once more.

"What are we going to do?" you panic whisper. "Do something."

Dean doesn't hesitate to pull you into him. Without thinking, he presses his lips against your own, kissing you as if he's been doing it his whole life. Your entire body goes rigid until your brain catches up to you.

This is Dean Winchester. Dean Winchester is your best friend. Your best friend is kissing you.

He slides on hand into your hair to pull you closer as if you actually can. He's got you pressed against him as much as he physically can. Your head is swarming with images of him, you can't smell anything but him, and he's invading your mouth with his tongue.

"You're not supposed to be here."

Dean pulls away from you the second his tongue touches yours. He looks at the man you'd been following, but you can't do anything but look at Dean.

"Sorry, man, I needed somewhere to kiss my girl in private. It's a madhouse out there," Dean chuckles smoothly.

You can't look at the man in fear he'll see something in your dazed eyes. The only place you can look at are Dean's lips, and even that is proving to be difficult.

"Yeah, I understand. You can't be in here, though."

"I'm sorry. We'll leave right now."

Dean wraps an arm around your waist and practically drags you out of the hallway and back to the main party. Once the door is closed, you think Dean is going to address the kissing part, but he doesn't go near it.

"I saw a door at the other end of the hallway. If we split up, then we can find a way to the back entrance. The cursed objects have to be around here somewhere."

"Um–"

Words don't seem to want to come out of your mouth, but Dean doesn't have time to waste on this.

"Call me if you need me."

The minor crush you have on your best friend is magnified to a thousand. He leaves your side, but you can't seem to move. When best friends kiss, there always seems to be awkwardness between them. Like they never should have kissed in the first place.

You can't explain it, but kissing Dean felt more than okay. It felt like it's what you are meant to be doing your whole life.

It felt right.

With a touch to your lips, you turn and go the opposite way as Dean went.

"Why did you kiss her, idiot. You may have ruined everything," Dean curses at himself.

If there is one thing to be sure, it's Dean's feelings for you. He prays he hasn't just ruined what you two have.