Supernatural Imagines

The Video (Dean x Reader)

Warning: mention of SMUT

Summary: Y/N and Dean go to a bar and the next morning reflects the night before, showing their true feelings.

You had been with the Winchesters for quite some time. They found you over two years ago on a hunt that would change your lives forever. You lived with them and couldn't have been happier. Though, you had started to view them differently. You were worried you were starting to develop feelings. You thought both men were attractive. But there was something about Dean that you couldn't look away from. Maybe it was his childish personality or the way he joked or looked hot on all those hunts together. Either way, you liked everything about Dean.

The three of you were at the bunker. You were taking a break from the cases and letting yourselves relax. The timing was nearing dinner time. Dean was getting dressed. Sam was stuck reading a book. You were getting ready too. Dean wanted to go out to the bar and asked if you and Sam wanted to come with but only you replied yes. You dressed into a tight black dress that showed off your curves. It showed just enough cleavage that you thought of yourself as sexy. You had on black heels. Your makeup had smokey eyes with cute eyeliner. Your hair was straightened as it was quite long. You smiled at yourself. "Dean! I'm ready!" You called.

Dean came over to your bathroom wearing his usual red plaid with a jean jacket and boots. His hair was ruffled from messing with it. He looked you up and down with a growing smile. "You are stunning, Y/N." He says. You blush. "C'mon..." You say and exit the bathroom. "Yes, ma'am." Dean says. He followed.

You both got into the impala and Dean sped off to the nearest bar. You got out of the car and immediately saw some men look over your way. You smirk.

Dean's POV:
Seriously? Already some dude's checking her out? I need to listen to Sam... I need to tell her how I feel and soon, I thought to myself. I held the door open for her and she gave me a smile with a reply of "thanks".

I followed her inside and saw her head straight for the bar. I saw her strike up a conversation with this... skinny douchebag guy. I was totally better looking. ....Right?

Y/N's POV:
I was surprised that Dean did not stay by my side when I walked up to the bar. He stayed at a booth, his eyes landing on me. I met his eyes before striking a conversation with a nice guy. His name was Mark.

He had features that were similar to Dean's... but he wasn't Dean. You sighed internally. All you wanted was Dean and yet you couldn't have the guts to admit it to him. Mark brought my attention back to him when he put his hand up my thigh. My dress wasn't that long. I blushed. "Mark, do you have a girlfriend or a wife?" I asked

"No, I'm single." Mark told me with a smile. I bit my lip.

Many drinks and talking later...

"Wanna get out of here, Angel?" He asked me.

"You know I do." I told him. My lustful thoughts were taking over. We got out of the bar and into the alleyway.

"Did I tell you, you look stunning tonight baby?" Mark asked me. He pinned me up against the wall. He kissed my neck and had his hands all over me. Suddenly, I felt Mark not on me anymore.

I opened my eyes and saw Dean standing there. He growled at Mark. "Get your hands off my girlfriend." He snapped. "What the- Y/N you have a boyfriend?!" Mark asked shocked and hurt. "He's not my boyfriend! Dean, let him go!"

The rest of the night were a blur.

~next morning~

I woke up and realized I was in my bed. I frowned. Did I not go out last night?, I questioned myself. My head hurt from all the drinking. I got up and went to the bathroom across the hall. I noticed my hair was sloppy and my clothes were really wrinkled.

I stripped out of my clothes and went in the shower, humming in thought. The warm water soothed me and my skin. I flinched when someone knocked on the door.

"Y/N..." Dean's voice. Groggy as usual. But hella sexy.

"Give me like five minutes... please." I sighed.

"Alright, fine. Then we have to talk." He says.

I rubbed my eyes to wake up a bit more before I washed my body and hair. I soon got out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around myself. I opened the door to find Dean standing there. "Um..." I said awkwardly

Dean did not move. He just stared. "Do-Do you remember last night at all?" He asked me.

"I remember you punching some guy at the bar then the rest was a blur..." I admit. He didn't seem too happy. I could see his eyes were puffy like he had been crying.

"Are you okay?" I asked him, taking a step forward. "I just thought you'd remember what happened..." Dean frowned and went to his room without another word. I was so lost as I heard his door slam shut.

I went to my room and got dressed. I brushed out my hair in thought. Why would he say that?, I thought.

"Y/N!" Sam shouted in fear. I came running to the map room. I saw Sam staring at a video online. My face dropped and eyes widened. It was me.... Riding Dean Winchester.... In HIS BED.

"WH-WHAT." Was the only thing I could spit out. "How- Why- How much did I have to drink!" I asked out loud.

I stalked to Dean's bedroom. He definitely had something to do with this. I knocked loudly. "Open up, you son of a bitch. I know you're jacking off to this video." I snapped. He opened the door and stared down at me. "So because I didn't remember last night this is what I get as punishment? A sex tape put all over the internet?" I huffed.

"You agreed to making the sex tape with me. In fact, you were so excited to have sex with me last night. You just kept telling truth after truth about how you really felt about me." He says.

I was at a loss for words. "I-I was drunk... black-out drunk!" I tried to reason with him.

"Doesn't give you the reason to lie to my face about how you feel, sober." Dean crossed his arms. He had me there.

"Alright! I like you. I have for a long ass time. But I think you already figured it out after fucking me half to death last night." I snapped. Tears were starting to go down my cheeks. "It would've been the best night of my life if I could remember it." I sniffles and turned to walk away.

Dean grabbed my arm. "Baby you were dying for my affection last night... would you be willing to give us a chance?" He offered

"I- Dean Winchester wants to have a girlfriend? What about the bars and hookers?" I asked him.

"Cut off. Once I'm yours, I'm yours." He told me. "If I go to a bar, you're coming with me." He says. I nodded.

"Besides... we can make a new sex tape." He told me. I blushed red. Then his words reminded me...

"Sam, you better have turned off the video!" I ran into the map room, seeing Sam gone and the video still playing on his laptop. Dean was holding me and comforting me. He looked so sincere. I could hear him saying how Mark didn't deserve me... how I was so much better. I smiled at the video.

I heard feet behind me. I turned and saw Dean. "You need to delete the video." I said. "If I'm yours, I think you shouldn't let people see the way you treat me." I whispered.

Dean picked me up and smiled at me. "I'll do that right after I give you a little reminder of what last night was about..." he carried me to his room.