Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Finally // beautiful stranger (d.w)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: angst, mostly fluff

Summary: You've got your heart broken once and you refuse to do it again. When a tall, green-eyed stranger walks into your life, you have to make sure he's going to stay before letting him in completely.

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Your eyes, so crisp, so green
Sour apple baby, but you taste so sweet
You got hips like Jagger and two left feet
And I wonder if you'd like to meet

The only twenty-four-hour diner is across town from where you live but you find yourself in it anyway. The place isn't busy considering it's nearing one in the morning but you don't want to go home. If you do, you'll think about him and you really don't want to cry yourself to sleep. At last here, you can compose yourself not to cry in front of people.

That, and you're always hungry after getting your heart broken.

"Let me top your coffee off," the waitress says and fills your cup again.

"I want another round, please. Bourbon. Neat."

"Sure."

When the waitress leaves, you finally notice the two men on the other side of the diner. One has his back to you but the other one is facing toward you and by God, this man is gorgeous. Even from where you're sitting, you can see his crisp green eyes. Like candy apples. The sight makes you sad. Your ex was just as beautiful, and here you are eating your sorrows away. You look down and take a bite of your pie with a sniffle. The waitress comes back with your Bourbon, and you take a big gulp of it.

The green-eyed man says something to his friend before walking over to you.

"Are you okay?"

You down the rest of the Bourbon even though it burns. "What makes you think I'm not?"

"You're crying."

"Yeah, because of pig-headed men. I hate men," you scoff and take another bite of your pie.

He chuckles not at you but at your comment. "Can I sit?"

"Sure. Want some of my pie? Alcohol fills me up and I won't be able to eat this all."

"Don't mind if I do." He takes your fork and scoops some pie onto it before eating it. "My name is Dean."

"I hope you treat your lady better than my man did, Dean."

"I don't have a lady but if I did, I would." You nod and take the fork back for another bite. "Want me to beat him up?"

Maybe it's your drunken brain or maybe it was genuinely funny, but you laugh at the thought of your ex getting beat by some stranger.

"You might not be able to take him on. He's pretty big."

"You clearly have no idea who I am, sweetheart. I'll get my brother to help." You giggle and bite your lower lip to stop your grin from spreading too wide. "What a shame."

"What?"

"I know I shouldn't be hitting on you but that guy doesn't know what he gave up."

"What do you mean?"

"He had a woman with the most gorgeous smile. If you were mine, I'd never want to stop seeing it."

You smile again, this time, a shy one. It makes you sad because all beautiful men are like this.