Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Recreate (d.w)

Pairing: Biker!Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: fluff, implied smut

Summary: As your boyfriend, Dean is responsible for your happiness. Books are what make you happy. Riding his bike is what makes you happy. Recreating famous BookTok scenes is what makes both of you happy... and eager.

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Dean never said where you two were going to go on your date so you decide to dress casually–jeans, a short-sleeved frilly shirt, and the Converse Dean bought you for your birthday. It's still hot when the sun goes down so there is no need to bring a jacket if you stay out that long. You put two small hoops into your ears and make sure your hair is perfect before hearing the familiar sound that gets butterflies erupting in your stomach.

Dean's motorcycle can be heard even before he enters the cul-de-sac, and you race to your window to see him round the corner. A wide smile spreads across your face and you race downstairs to greet him. Dean parks his bike when you come barreling out of the house. He catches you in his arms and hugs you while rubbing your back affectionately. He'd kiss you but his helmet is still on.

"Slow down there. What's the rush?" he chuckles and slides up his visor so you can see his beautiful green eyes.

"Nothing. I just missed you is all."

"It's been two days," he laughs.

"That's too long. Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise. You ready to go?"

"Yep!" You twirl to show him your entire outfit. "Do I look okay?"

"Y/N, you are the most beautiful woman. It doesn't matter what you wear."

"Even if I was wearing a burlap sack?"

"I think that'd be sexier." He chuckles. "Come here."

You step up to him and he grabs the second helmet strapped to his bike. He slides the helmet over your head and makes sure it's on snugly before helping you strap it in. He's concentrating so hard on the small task, his thick fingers pressing delicately into your neck. One of the things you absolutely love doing is behaving like a brat for him. He radiates dominant energy with just about everyone in his life, and you're no exception. He loves you with all of his heart and he treats you like a princess but you love it when he loses his shit just because you decided to have an attitude.

It's why you reach up and slap his visor close as he is trying to strap you in.

Dean's entire hand wraps around your throat and he tips his head to the right, his eyes burning with a challenge. A challenge that says, "Are you sure you want to play with me?" Dean tips your head back more and tucks the strap into the helmet to keep it out of the way. Then, he slides his hand from your throat to hook under the helmet by your chin. He pulls you closer so that your helmet bumps against his.

"Keep it up, sweetheart."

You can't help the giggle that comes out. He makes you want to melt into a puddle at his feet. Lord knows he's tried before. Dean gets on his bike and stabilizes it for you to get on. You grab his shoulder and swing your leg over it, settling on the bike right behind him.

"So, where are we going?" you ask. There are microphones inside the helmets so that you can talk to each other comfortably. "I made sure to dress for every occasion."

"It's a surprise, princess." You smile. "Just enjoy the ride."

Dean turns the bike on and kicks the stand back before peeling back onto the road. You reach around him and grip the very small handle so you have something to anchor yourself to the bike. You wish you could feel the wind in your hair just once without a helmet but there is no way Dean would ever let you ride his bike without a helmet on. He cares too much about your safety to do that, even if you suggest riding around the neighborhood.

An idea pops into your head when you remember a TikTok you watched the other day of a woman who was backpacking for a biker. Thank God no one can see the mischievous smirk forming on your face. You wrap one arm around Dean's waist while the other rests on his thigh. Without giving him any warning, you slide the resting hand over the front of his jeans and right over his cock.

He stiffens and waits for you to make the next move. You're playing with fire and he knows it. You love it too much. You love the animal you bring out in him whenever you do this shit to him. You haven't even moved and he's already growing underneath your touch. He slows down for a red light and you make the bold move to palm his cock gently. Dean reaches behind himself and hooks his fingers under your helmet by your chin. He yanks you to him and you move your hands to his thighs to steady yourself.

"You're playing with fire, sweetheart. Do you want me to turn this bike around and punish you at home?"

"Maybe," you smirk.

"You're such a fucking brat."

The light turns green so Dean is forced to let go of your helmet and continue to ride all the way to Barnes and Noble. When you see the sign, you audibly gasp in excitement. Not even the worst of storms will keep you from going to Barnes and Noble. This is your favorite place on Earth as you love reading so much. Your book collection is always growing since Dean loves to spend his money on you.

"You brought me to Barnes and Noble?" you grin and get off the bike when he parks.

"Get as many books as you want. This spree is on me."

You don't have to be told this twice. You don't even take your helmet off before sprinting into the store. There are a lot of genres you love reading but there is one that will be above everyone else–dark romance. You love men in masks, men on bikes, men who murder, men who take what they want, and men who love unconditionally. The sex is always hot between two enemies or between a stalker and his victim.

Dean leaves to go to the bathroom while you browse the book selection. There are so many you have read so you're always looking for new books to read, new characters to invest into. You grab a book you've never read before but have seen all over TikTok and turn to a random page. A smirk spreads across your face when you read all about the two characters fucking. You have no context clues but you can guess the premise when you see the word "Maze of Mirrors".

You're so invested in the story that you don't notice someone standing behind you.

"Is this what you read about? Naughty girl." You slam the book close and turn to Dean who no doubt has a smirk underneath his helmet. He backs you into the bookshelf and grips your neck with his calloused hands. "Why don't you get that book and we can recreate that scene at home?"

If he wasn't holding you, you'd already be kneeling on the floor for him.

"Okay," you squeak out.

Barnes and Noble will always be here when you're ready to come back and get more books but there will never be another moment like this with Dean. Every time Dean suggests something like this, it's always a different scenario. There is nothing about Dean you hate. You really found your soulmate in him.