Supernatural Imagines: Book Two

Delicious Promises (d.w)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: smut, fingering

Summary: You and Dean are always at each other's throats, making it hard to hunt with each other. What you two need is a good way to release your frustrations, no matter who is around to hear it.

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Hunting with the Winchesters brings out two emotions: excitement and annoyance. Excitement because you love hunting with them, saving people, and killing monsters. You can do it by yourself but they're so good at what they do, it makes sense to want to do it with them. Annoyance because you can't stand Dean. He's cocky, arrogant, bossy, and always thinks he's right about everything. You can't stand the man. Sam is usually the buffer between you and Dean and can often keep both of you calm but if you're alone with the older Winchester, things won't end well.

You're also pissed off because he's so hot. You've roomed next to him before; he knows exactly what he's doing when he has a woman in his bed. Women fawn all over him whenever he walks into a room, and can you blame them? It pains you to admit but you often thought about being one of those women in his bed at times.

Not only does he piss you off, but you piss him off, too. You hunt just as well as he does if not a little better, and it drives him up a wall when you don't listen to him. You go off on your own and do whatever it is that you want despite you always telling him you can handle it. It always seems to work out in the end for you which is what pisses him off.

Sam, on the other hand, is one of your best friends. You two get along great which is why you agreed to go on this hunt with them. He asked for your help knowing he and his brother wasn't going to be enough. Dean's been driving for nearly an entire day to get to Maine, so he decides to stop at some hotel instead of a motel. They have Men of Letters money so they can splurge on sleeping comfortably tonight.

There is a convention happening in town so there is only one room available by the time you get to them. Normally, it wouldn't be a problem since you took turns sleeping in the bed whenever you were with the Winchesters. As long as there were two beds and a sofa bed, you'd be alright. However, when you get to the room, you are disappointed to see only one bed–a California King.

"Tell me there is a sofa bed," you say. You walk over to the couch and lift the cushions only to be disappointed again. "Shit."

"It's fine. This is big enough for all three of us. Just sleep in the middle," Sam says.

You barely look at Dean. "I'll sleep on the couch."

"Don't be a pussy," Dean rolls his eyes.

"Excuse me?"

"Is sharing a bed with us that traumatic?"

"Yes, actually because you'll be in there," you sneer.

"Will you two quit it? We're here to hunt, and we can't do that if you're at each other's throats. Can't you two just get along?"

"I know I can," you say and cross your arms.

"I know I can," Dean mocks you in a faux female voice.

You resist the urge to throw something at his fucking smug face.

"Fine, I'll sleep in the bed with you two."

"Fine."

You grab your bathroom bag and lock yourself in the bathroom to do your nighttime routine. It takes twenty minutes to complete the entire routine, and you leave the bathroom once you feel refreshed and ready for bed. You grab your moisturizer and lift your right leg to rub the lotion onto your skin. Dean peeks at you from over the gun he's cleaning. After doing your right leg, you do your left leg and Dean doesn't take his eyes off you the entire time.