Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<my mistake> (dean x male reader)

Summary:  Bobby's adopted son overhears a conversation that Bobby is having with the Winchester brothers; old friends from the readers younger years. Wanting to catch up and prove his strength, the reader decided to accompany the boys on their hunt.
*requested*

*smut warning*
Also this is so goddamn long, I'm sorry!!!
I just kept feeling like I needed to add parts in, and then it just turned into this monstrosity 😭

"You want a beer, kid?" Bobby calls from the kitchen as you sit on the seat next to the window, focused in on the tv.
"I sure wouldn't mind." You call back, elbows dug into your thighs as you leaned forward. It was one of those procedural cop shows, they just identified the safe house of their un-sub and the hot fbi agent was racing down to make the arrest before the newest victim was killed. These shows were so different from the things you did, but they proved to be good practice for going out on your own hunts where you needed to cover as an fbi agent. Consider it homework.

"This again? Really?" Bobby chortles as he saunters up beside you, handing you your beer.
"What do you mean?" You scoff before looking up at him, taking the cap of the beer into your hand and screwing it off.
"This show, you've been at it since you've gotten back." Bobby shakes his head, walking in front of you and obscuring your view of the tv. He stops in front of you, purposefully, and takes the cap off of his beer.
"Move outta the way!" You laugh, lifting your shoe up to nudge him toward his desk.
"Easy, boy, I got you those shoes." Bobby laughs as he walks back to the desk, setting his cap down on the edge before walking around it and sitting down, "you remember Sam and Dean?"
You lift the beer to your lips and squint at the tv screen, eyelashes blurring your view as you recalled the brothers, "yeah- Dean always shot me in the head with those damn suction cup arrows you gave him when he 'wanted to do archery'." You snort.
"Granted, if he told me he was going to terrorize you I would've given you some so it was a fair fight." Bobby snickers, "he probably would'a just beat you with em if I did that."

"He was always a jerk." You shake your head before taking another swig. Dean really was more of a jerk when you were younger, but you still managed to have some non-violent times with him. His younger brother, Sam, was who you really got along with. You and Sam were more of the same, preferring simple things like books and hanging out then shooting at beer cans like his older brother.
"He wasn't that bad." Bobby sighs.
"Really? He chased me around the scrap yard with wrenches." You turn your head and glare at Bobby.
"Yeah, well, he wasn't raised by as cool a guy as you were kid." Bobby angles his beer toward you before letting it return to his lips so he could drink it. The words rang in your head for a moment, because knowing Bobby, there was something of a meaning behind what he just said. But, with your show still going, you let it slide and move it to a corner of your mind where you'll pick at it later.
"Fair." You shrug before turning back toward the tv, "why'd ya ask?"
"Because they're stopping by to get help with something, and I'd rather you stay then run off. They're my boys too, (y/n)." Bobby chastised lightly.
"Yeah, yeah. But if Dean so much as looks at a wrench." You shake your head, "I'm dipping."
"He's a grown man, (y/n). He's a good man at that." Bobby huffs.
"Fine, fine." You wave your hands and lean back against the cushions, kicking your feet up on the table you pulled over.
"Don't dirty that table boy." Bobby hissed.
"They're clean boots, Bobby." You shrug before continuing to nurse your beer.
A timer in the kitchen screamed out, breaking through the volume of the tv and effectively startling both you and Bobby.
"The hell is that?" Bobby shouted.
"The pie!" You hiss, hurrying to pause your show and take another sip of your beer before rising from the couch and running into the kitchen.

Bobby had very little real food in his fridge, save for the mason jars of animal parts used for spells and such. Because of this, you opted to make him something good to eat apart from baked beans and hotdogs. It might not be the healthiest, but pie was definitely more delicious then anything he had now. Not to mention it made you feel good.