Supernatural Imagines

Dean x reader--Just Fake it

Imagine being checked out in a bar and asking Dean to pretend to be your boyfriend so they'll leave you alone.

You set your shot glass down and swivel around on the bar stool. The room is filled with a happy bubbly vibe. People laugh and talk as they call for another drink.The air feels light as if nothing bad could happen and you are still pretty sober. 

Over all the heads, you find Dean hanging in a corner with a few girls. He laughs at something and winks at the blonde one. Your stomach does an angry flip and you turn back to face the bar with a sigh.

A man sits in the seat beside you as you ask for another shot. You feel his gaze, but refuse to look at him. You shift uncomfortably and toss down the shot. You flip over the glass and set it on the counter, trying to ignore the eyes on you.

Is he going to say anything or just sit there? You wonder and look over your other shoulder.

When you turn back you see him in the corner of your eye, staring at your chest. You finally break.

You whip around and say, "Do you want something?" The face you are met with is not the weird pervert you were expecting. Instead you find a strong man with soft hair and kind eyes.

"Just wanted to talk," he says as casually as he can.

You feel like you're going to explode. "Next time, don't just sit there staring. Be upfront with what you want." People who don't know how to say what they want get on your nerves.

"I was watching you to see what you were like before deciding on a good pickup line." He smiles and you have to laugh at this.

In the middle of your laugh, he steps off the stool and gets up close to you. You feel his heat and try to scoot away, but you're at the edge of the stool. His eyes have transformed and now harbor a much hungrier look.

He takes a step further and you swing your legs around behind you and wriggle off the stool and out from under him. 

"Where you going?" he asks as innocently as possible, holding his arms up.

"Hey, man, I have a boyfriend. He's here with me. So just leave me alone."

"Where is he? I wouldn't ever leave my girlfriend alone."

"He's uh...in the bathroom."

"Long time to be in the bathroom, isn't it?" He steps over you again.

"I bet he found some friends," you look around and step back, "somewhere."

"Say, I didn't hear a name." He step forward again, sliding a hand over your shoulder, "What's his name?"

You shrug off his hand. "Uh," the first name that comes to mind just rolls off your tongue, "Dean. His name is Dean."

"Oh, well, I'd like to meet this 'Dean'," he says nodding his head for me to go get him.

I gulp and turn away.

"Don't try to run from me, I'm watching you," he shouts after you as you descend into the crowd.

You frantically search for Dean, but the corner is empty. Now the buzz in the room is just another obstacle in your search for Dean. You circle the bar once (staying far from where the man sits) and finally realize where he must be.

You glance up at the man. He nods to tell you that he's still watching. You walk up to a door that leads to a hallway of rooms. You sigh and pray that he's not in the middle of something.

"Dean?" you call out, "Dean! I'm being stalked by a creeper and need you to help me! Dean!"

A door at the end opens and Dean's head pokes out. Just enough of his shoulder is visible to tell that he's at least not wearing a shirt.

"What?" he asks.

"I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. There's this dude and he doesn't believe that I have a boyfriend so..."

He sighs and glances in the room. "Gimme a sec."

After a minute or so, he exits the room fully clothed and sweaty.

"I'm really sorry about interrupting-" you start but he waves you off.

"It's fine. There'll still be chicks here tomorrow."

You smile and feel your cheeks heat up. He stopped what he was doing to help you.

The two of you stop just by the door. You look up at his sweaty face and gorgeous confused eyes. 

"Just fake it," you say before exhaling dramatically and pushing open the door. You nearly jump when the man is right outside the door.

"Oh, hey," you say, "this is Dean, my boyfriend."

The man looks confused for a moment. "So there was a Dean..."

"Yup, this is Dean...my boyfriend." You elbow him in the ribs gently and he holds out a hand for a handshake.

"Nice to meet you."

"Wait, what were you doing in there?" The man asks skeptically, "Were you..."

"Well, we better get going." You say, tugging on Dean's arm. You pull him through the crowd and out the front door. The two of you walk across the parking lot to the Impala where Dean leans on the hood. You come and stand beside him.

"Thanks for that."

"No problem," he says without hesitation.

"No, I mean it. Thanks for dropping everything for helping me with something so stupid."

"As I said, 'No problem'," he repeats with a smile.

"You know, if you want you can sneak back in there and finish up." You wink.

He laughs. "Nah, I'm ok."

You stand in silence for a few moments and listen to the cars drive by on the busy road.

"That guy was such a douche," he finally says.

"The douche-iest," you agree.

Dean chuckles. "He was confused about me coming out of there all hot and sweaty--"

You laugh, "I bet he knew what was up."

"He sure did. But that exit of yours? Now, that was real smooth."

He smiles and opens the door for you. "Ladies first."

You giggle and step inside. Then he walks around and gets in. He starts the engine and takes you both back to the motel.