Supernatural Imagines

Evil Innocence

Demon!Dean is just popular isn't he? Well this dedicated to jJenonacklesbae for the wonderful idea! Keep requesting guys!! I'm sorry for the long wait! I'd give you my reasons...but it's not acceptable! Forgive me if some things aren't exactly correct, like clothing or hair length. So please enjoy!!

Imagine: After Dean being turned into a demon, he gets hit by cupids arrow or something and becomes very possessive of the reader. He kidnaps her and she knows it's not her Dean?

The gentle hum of the radio created a sense of peace as the impala sped down the road. We were all tired, the hunt had taken longer then we expected, but we had gotten done without too much trouble. No life threatening injuries occurred, which was a win.

You were sitting in the passenger seat as Sam was asleep in the backseat. You and Dean were bantering back in forth about the weirdest things, but at the same time you didn't want to wake Sam. He needed his sleep.

"Y/n, did you see the look on the guy's face when you told him off?! It looked like he didn't know a girl could have a mouth like that!"

You nodded your head frantically and laughed. "Of course I did! I didn't want to hurt the guys feelings but he just wouldn't leave me alone!"

Dean laughed loudly and slapped the steering wheel, but stopped when you both heard mumbling from the backseat. You turned your head quickly to see if you had woken Sam, but he had just shifted and continued to sleep.

You turned back and locked eyes with Dean and shook your head with a small smile. "He's still asleep."

Dean smiled that cute little smile that always made your heart flutter. That smile could make you do almost anything.

"You know what Y/n?"

You sent him another smile, "What?"

"You're awesome Y/n."

You turned back to look out the windshield. "I know."

You heard Dean's quiet laughter and soon joined in. Life wasn't always easy and happy, but moments like these with Dean was worth it.

The way Dean laughed and smiled, the corny jokes that were made, the happiness sent your way when you were sad; it was all worth it.

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"But Dean!! Why do I have to get a new dress?! Why can't you and Sam just go out and play FBI while I hold down the fort?" You complained from the passenger seat in the car.

"Because Y/n, we need your eyes and most people would rather talk to a female than two males." Dean answered with slightly amusement in his voice.

You crossed your arms over your chest and sighed. The last case you had been working on, your only "FBI" dress had been torn and now you needed to go shopping for a new one. Dean insisted on going with you and helping to pick out one-which wouldn't help at all. Dean was a huge distraction.

Several minutes later you stopped at a small dress/thrift shop downtown. It looked older, but it still had to welcoming feeling to it. When Dean and you had entered through the door, and older lady had came around a rack of dresses.

"Is there anything I can help you with today?" She asked with a genuine smile.

You shook your head and smiled, "No ma'am, but thank you."

She nodded and turned back around leaving Dean and you to glance around the small shop. There were dress racks everywhere, and in the back was a faint outline of dressing rooms.