Dean Winchester & Jensen Ackles Imagines

Who's more important?

Soft candlelight bathed the living room of Sam and Dean's house, casting a warm, intimate glow. Bela waited, her figure draped in an elegant evening gown, a necklace shimmering around her neck. Bela smirked at Dean, who seemed to be taking his sweet time. "What's the hold-up? Sam's already halfway there... with his date." Dean scowled. "This is so not okay!" Bela rolled her eyes. "What are you waiting for? Come down already." As a James Bond-esque tune played softly in the background, Dean descended the staircase, his suit perfectly tailored, exuding confidence. "Alright, go ahead – mock away. I feel ridiculous," Dean grumbled. Bela's smirk softened into a smile. "Not exactly the word I'd use." Dean raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?" "You know," Bela replied, "when this is over, we should really have angry sex." Before Dean could respond, Edythe entered the room, her presence commanding attention. She looked stunning in her Green Side Slit Satin Maternity Maxi Dress, her baby bump accentuated by the fabric. Dean's face lit up when he saw her. "Hey there, beautiful." Edythe's gaze flickered to Bela, a hint of disapproval in her eyes. "Dean Winchester, I can't believe the audacity of some people." Dean wrapped an arm around Edythe, introducing her to Bela. "Bela, this is my amazing wife, Edythe. And as you can see, she's six months pregnant with our child." Edythe's tone was polite but firm as she addressed Bela. "It's a pleasure to meet you." Bela felt a pang of embarrassment. "Likewise, Edythe. I had no idea..." With a sweet smile, Edythe redirected Dean's attention. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a great evening planned." As Dean guided Edythe away, he shot Bela a warning look. "Remember, Bela, we're here to work. Don't forget it." Left alone, Bela couldn't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and discomfort. The evening was off to an unexpected start. 

[Later at the Sea Pines Museum]

Bela observed the security measures in place, her mind racing with possibilities. "Private security?" Dean shook his head. "I don't think so. Look at the way they're standing. They're pros. Probably state troopers moonlighting." Bela nodded, scanning the area. "Posted to every door, too." Edythe's expression shifted, a hand resting on her baby bump. "Oh, Dean, I don't feel so well..." Dean's concern was immediate. "Edythe, are you okay?" Bela's eyes darted between them, sensing the tension. "What do you suggest?" Dean's mind raced. "I'm thinking." Edythe winced, clutching her stomach. "I think I need to sit down..." Dean signaled a waiter. "Waiter! Can we get some water here, please?" The waiter nodded and hurried off, leaving the trio in a tense silence. Bela couldn't help but interject. "Don't strain yourself. Interesting how the legend is so much more than the man." Dean's focus remained on Edythe. "You got any bright ideas, I'm all ears." Edythe's voice was weak. "Dean, I think... I might faint..." Dean's alarm was palpable. "Edythe, come on, let's find a place for you to sit." Bela followed as they moved, watching with skepticism as Edythe struggled and eventually fainted, collapsing into Dean's arms. "Edythe!" Dean's voice was filled with concern as he knelt beside her, cradling her gently. "Honey, can you hear me?" A guard approached, his expression serious. "What seems to be the trouble?" Dean's worry was evident. "My wife, she fainted. Do you have a place where she can lie down for a moment?" The guard nodded, leading them to a secluded area. "Thank you," Dean said gratefully as he lifted Edythe with care, holding her protectively. "Come on, sweetheart, let's get you some rest." A few moments later, Dean laid Edythe down gently on a nearby couch, her face still pale from the fainting spell. "Thank you for your help. I appreciate it," Dean said to the guard, who nodded and left them alone. Dean sat beside Edythe, stroking her hair gently. "Are you feeling any better now, sweetheart?" Edythe's voice was weak. "Yeah, I think so. Just a bit dizzy." Dean leaned closer, whispering softly. "You scared me there, you know?" Edythe managed a faint smile. "Sorry, didn't mean to steal the show." A tender moment passed between them as Dean expressed his concern. "You sure you're okay?" Dean asked, his worry evident. "I am now, especially with you here," Edythe replied, her voice filled with gratitude. Dean smiled softly, his affection for her evident. "You know, you're the one who really knows how to make an entrance."Edythe laughed softly. "Well, I aim to keep things interesting."Dean leaned in, their lips almost touching. "You always do." Their intimate moment was interrupted by Bela's sarcastic remark. "Isn't this touching?" Bela's tone was laced with sarcasm. Dean and Edythe pulled apart, slightly embarrassed by the intrusion. "Sorry to interrupt your moment, lovebirds. Got what I need, so I'll be on my way," Bela said, smirking. Dean held onto Edythe's hand, his concern still evident. "Just make sure you stay out of trouble." Bela smirked. "Trouble is my middle name." Dean rolled his eyes as Bela exited. He turned back to Edythe, giving her a gentle smile. "You mean everything to me, you know?" Dean whispered. Edythe blushed, feeling the warmth of his love. "And you're mine. Let's get out of here." Dean helped Edythe to her feet, and they walked out of the room together, their bond stronger than ever.