Supernatural One shots/Imagines!

NightLife (Dean Winchester Imagine)

((This is one of my originals :) Let me know what you think!

~Jackie))

Soft morning light fluttered over your eyelids as your body slowly began to wake up. A pair of strong, securely wrapped arms hugged your bare waist, where your tank top had ridden up, and soft breath tickled your neck. A soothing silence hung in the air, only interrupted by the steady breathing of your boyfriend, Dean, and the your yawns.

Sadly, this perfect moment didn't last long, as usual when the sound of the door being knocked on alerted your finally tuned hearing. You where already partly out of bed, abandoning Dean's warm, muscular embrace and moved toward the door. Who the hell would be coming around at, you glanced at your phone, 7:35?!

"Open up you Idjits or I WILL break down this door," Bobby demanded from the other side, kicking the door impatiently. You quickly unlatched the door and swung it open to reveal a very tired looking Bobby as he held his computer, scraps of scribbled on paper and old books to his chest like they where all he cared about. Hell, if he had just driven seven hours at night just to tell you some information on your current hunt, you'd be pretty attached too. He smiled at you slightly before pushing his way into the small room and dumping his belongs down on the questionable table. Sam, of course, was sitting in bed rubbing his eyes and Dean had just rolled over into your spot, the blanket wrapped firmly around his waist exposing his muscular back. The early morning light played off it, creating the illusion of deep grooves in his back.

"Would you stop drooling for five seconds and give me your attention (Y/N)?" Bobby huffed behind you and your turned. Bobby now had his computer set up and the books open displaying old pictures and runes. You instantly snapped out of your Dean induced starring and straightened up. Whatever this was had to be important if Bobby had come to you.

"Oh and answering the door in nothing but a ripped tank-top and your panties isn't the smartest move," Bobby added in a smooth, underlined tone causing a blush to creep up your cheeks.

"Well then if you don't want to watch me display my pantie collection, which is very black might I add, don't come by my motel room at 7:30 when I've clearly been sleeping," You responded half halfheartedly with a cheeky smirk as you left to find some pants to slip on. Bobby gave a very noisy sigh, muttering the word Idjit repeatedly under his breath before briefing Sam on whatever he'd found. Judging by the collective silence, it wasn't good.

You see, being a hunter didn't leave you very much, if any, time for shopping. You mainly relied on the same pair of worn black skinny jeans, white loose fitted t-shirt and black leather jacket to get you through the days. Sleeping was another thing. Your clothes changed constantly between Dean's t-shirts, Sam's t-shirts with Cas's trench coat as a house coat. To say you liked overly-massive clothes would have been the biggest understatement of all time. As you tiptoed toward you and Dean's bed, you noticed something white under his pillow. You're first thought was his favorite gun and you knew how protective he was and how he flipped out anytime it wasn't were it should be. You walked over to tuck the handle back under, only to have the white thing come loose and fall into your hand. Panties. You held them up, tilting your head and the pristine, lacy pair and instantly dropped your hands. These weren't yours. You didn't own and white panties because black had always suited you better. At least that's what Dean had always said.

Dean

You looked back at his sleeping form as your mind put the two loose ends together in a painful truth. Dean had cheated and, even though there he must have guessed you'd find them, he'd kept his 'prize' anyway. You dropped your hands even further, letting the panties fall to the floor. You quickly shot daggers at his sleeping form, feeling disgusted to have slept next to him. No, correction, you felt disgusted to have TRUSTED him. Once a man-whore once a man-whore. Without thinking you compiled all your belongings together, purposely making a point to abandon Dean's flannels and t-shirts and zipped up the bag. Now you could now feel the compression of heartbreak in your chest.

"Dammit (Y/N) don't do it," You muttered to yourself as you hastily blinking back tears. You had been attacked, tortured physically and emotionally and left for dead but THIS, this pain of heartbreak took the cake for most painful experience. Without even thinking you walked gingerly to the bathroom and glanced around. You had to get out. No way in hell could you stay. Not even if you worked things out. Part of you had always had a hunch you weren't good enough for the eldest Winchester. You weren't as tall or curvy like the girls he used to pick up. You didn't have an impressive rack nor did where you flirtatious. Although you knew knocking yourself down was no good, it felt good to take a swing at something and try and smooth the flow of anger that was rushing through you. Sure enough, through blurred vision, you spotted a grimy window above the shower. You had always though best in rash situations so, without giving it much though you kicked the window out. Luckily it gave easily as the shards of glass fell out into the ally way. You where preparing to hoist yourself up into the window when a thought crossed your mind. Maybe it was the rush of betrayal or your inner bitch shining through but you took out your lipstick and approached the mirror. You would only have a few minutes now, the sound of glass shattering in no doubt would have attracted someone's attention so you hastily scribbled over the mirror in your crimson red lipstick

"HAVE FUN FUCKING YOUR SLUTS!" You scribbled swiftly, the words turning out much smoother then you thought your shaking hand would allow. You quickly chucked your lipstick into the garbage and hoisted yourself out of the window just as the scrapping of chairs echoed from the kitchen/living area.

Ten minutes. That entire process and leaving had taken ten fuckin minutes. You would never forget those ten minutes because in those ten minutes, you'd left what had been your world for the past three years behind.

There was so much you would never get with Dean. You would never get to experience the quiet talks and feather light kisses you two had once shared while you soared down the highway. You would never hear the clinking of eggnog filled glasses as you Dean, Sam, Joe, Ellen, Bobby and Cas celebrated Christmas at Bobby's. You would never get to stay up late, tangled in Dean's arms talking aimless about everything and anything. You would never get to see his cheeky smile right before he cracked a dirty or sarcastic comment you would never see the triumph in his eyes when Sam marched out of the room in a flustered huff. You would never see his adoring gaze as you pulled on your pants and one of his flannels in the morning to go on a coffee run.

You would never get married to the one you truly loved or get to watch a mini Dean running around your house while Dean was away. You never get to see Dean spoil his little princess or prince and check under the bed for monsters before telling your child they didn't exist and that he would always protect them.

You would never get a truly fulfilled life. You had abandoned any chance at that back in the motel room that was now fading into the rear view mirror of your hot-wired car as you drove off, finally letting the massive drops fall constantly down your face.

You nodded a silent goodbye to the life you would never had and looked back in the mirror at the life you had left behind.

((Part two?))