Supernatural Imagines

Icy Waters

Summary: You're the captain of your college swim team and Sam and Dean come in to question you about the whereabouts of a teammate. Dean can't seem to keep his eyes off you either.

The annoying buzzing of your alarm woke you abruptly, your hand fumbling to find the off switch. The loud beeps continued as your hand searched in the dark for the small button and your roommate let out a low groan. You finally located the button and stopped the harsh and rapid ringing. Your roommate let out a sigh and went back to sleep, making you want to spend a few more minutes in bed as well. Your pillow felt so comfy today and the warmth of your blankets against the freezing air leaking in from the winter weather outside was impossible to resist. You internally argued with your conscience for five more minutes in your little heaven. Knowing that you had to get up, you forced your dreary eyes open and started your morning routine.

You braided your long hair and put on your blue one piece, layering sweats and a pair of boots over it. You grabbed your bag and were out the door by 4:25, just enough time left for you to catch the morning bus.

The swimming facility was cold this early in the morning, making your sweats feel like a tank top and shorts. You quickly stripped and dove into the heated pool, your muscles relaxing a bit. You took comfort in having the whole pool to yourself, there was something spiritual about it. You swam laps and practiced your different strokes, feeling the serenity of your morning swim.

The rest of your teammates showed up at 7, ready for practice to start. At 8 you were out of the pool and wrapped in a towel, listening to a brief summary of the practice from your coach. Afterwards you changed back into your clothes and took off your swim cap, the long braid coming loose. You pulled it out and let the soft curls fall down on your shoulders.

While walking out of the locker room you sent a text to your roommate, remembering to make sure she was awake for her first class. It was then that your body collided with another and your phone dropped near the pool's edge.

"I'm sorry!" You apologized while the stranger bent down to pick up your phone. It wasn't until he stood back up to hand it to you that you noticed how gorgeous he was. His bright green eyes were captivating along with his subtle freckles and small smile.

"That was a close one," he replied, handing you the phone. His hands were much larger than yours.

You noticed the nice suit and tie that he was wearing, seeing that he was a little out of place here. You wondered why such a young guy would be wearing a suit down at the pool at 8 in the morning. "Are you looking for something?" You asked politely.

"Yeah, someone actually." He answered with a slight grin. "Y/N Y/L/N? Ever heard of her?"

"I'm Y/N," you smiled. His face seemed to light up at finding you, but you still seemed a little pensive as to why he was here.

"I'm Dean." He gave you a sincere grin. Another man, one even younger looking than he, approached from behind.

"My name is agent Sam Gable, this is my partner agent Dean Forester." The new man pulled out a badge, the Dean following reluctantly.

"You're from the FBI?" You examined their badges. "What do you need me for?"

"We need to ask you a few questions about one of your teammates. You are the captain of the swim team, correct?" Dean asked, trying to keep his authority.

"I am," you replied. "Which teammate?"

A few minutes later you were with the two agents in a campus coffee shop, sipping on your creamy beverage.

"So what kind of trouble is she in?" You asked Agent Gable with a worried expression. They had informed you that one of the freshmen on the swim team was under the watchful eye of the FBI because of a private incident.

"So far she isn't in any trouble at all. We just want to make sure she's alright," Dean replied with kind eyes. "Has she been acting strange lately? Anything weird happening when you're with her?"

You thought about it for a moment, leaning on your elbows closer to Dean. "Actually I have noticed a few things. She's been skipping practices lately, which she never did in the beginning of the year. Plus she always seems on edge when I'm with her. Paranoid almost."

"Why would she be paranoid, Y/N?" Dean leaned in too, a concerned look on his face.

You took a sip of your coffee. "She just went through a pretty rough breakup. Her boyfriend was threatening her in all kinds of ways, even trying to get her to quit the swim team just so she could spend more time with him. Carla was a mess after that." Just the thought sent shivers up your spine. "I haven't seen her in a few days. I really hope she's okay."

Dean put a hand on yours comfortingly. "We'll make sure she's alright. I promise."

You smiled thankfully. Agent Gable coughed a few times, trying to get his partner's attention. It wasn't until then that you had noticed how absorbed in each other you and Dean were.

Dean must have realized what he was doing because his warm hands were away from yours in seconds. Blushes formed on both of your cheeks and you tried to avoid looking into his captivating green eyes again.

"Is there anything else you can tell us?" Agent Gable asked politely.

You searched your brain desperately for anything that you could tell them to keep them there a little longer. After coming up with nothing, you reluctantly answered, "I'm afraid not."

"Thank you for your time, Y/N." Agent Gable spoke with a quick smile. He stood up and shook your hand.

Dean lingered in his chair for a bit longer while his partner walked towards the door. He was gazing at you longingly and part of you wanted to snuggle into his arms. The warmth and comfort that Dean radiated was pulling you in, protecting you from the icy waters that were the focus of your life here. How strange would that be! You had just met him.

Dean soon snapped himself out of his gaze and stood up abruptly. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a card with a phone number on it.

"If you hear anything from Carla or you need any help don't hesitate to call me," He said with a smile, but he had concern in his eyes.

"Thank you," you replied whole heartedly. "And thanks for the coffee," you smiled.

His cocky grin made itself present as he looked into your eyes. "Maybe we could do it again sometime? All the FBI stuff aside."

You began to blush again at his beautiful confidence. "I would like that."

Dean flashed his bright smile one last time, taking your hand in his warm one and shaking it lightly. You smiled to yourself as he walked away, knowing that you'd definitely be using that number.

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