Supernatural Imagines

Only two (part 1)

Another groan clamped down in your throat. You arched your back away from Dean's hand.

"I know, it hurts like a bitch." He spoke over your pain.

"Fuckin' demons." You muttered.

"Little piece of advice, kiddo, layers. Oh, and tuck your head in when you get thrown."

Footsteps approached, whoever it was was in the room behind you and the oldest brother. "Hey, guys, so get this-"

You twisted your head around to look at Sam. He had paused half-step holding a weathered book open, his finger on a certain line. His cheeks flushed a little as he scanned you up and down quickly.

You had just joined up with the Winchester's a few weeks ago, and it had been the first hunt they'd let you go on.

"That, um, that, uh, looks like it hurts." He said lamely.

You were seated on one of the what seemed like thousands of couches in the bunker, dressed only in jeans, mismatched polka dot socks, and a plain black bra (which was undone in the back and only held on now by your forearm over your chest.)

Dean didn't seem to mind that you were basically topless in front of him, at the moment he was too fixed on removing shards of glass with pliers from your back, sewing up the deeper gashes. "Yeah," you waved him over with your free hand, "What's up?"

You felt a searing sensation begin close to your shoulder blade. You let a partial scream escape, and Sam flinched watching you writhe.

"What the hell is that?"

"Alcohol, sorry. We don't have any antiseptic." Dean replied, dragging the needle and thread through your skin once more.

"Next time we have a supply run, add that to the list. Because that shit burns."

"You're awfully mouthy, aren't you? A few weeks ago you could hardly speak."

"Well, welcome to the real Y/N." You announced.

"Cat got your tongue, Sammy?" Dean asked after he gave you a light smack on the back of the head.

He shook his head.

"What, you've never seen a woman naked before?"

"Oh, believe me. He has," You swore you could see Dean's eyebrows raised and his mouth in a smirk, "Ruby, for one. A demon-"

"What about you and Lydia? That Amazon woman?" Sam snapped back.

There was a long pause, probably Dean trying to think of a good comeback. "Fair enough," He finally said, "And you, Y/N? How's your sexy time been?"

You gave a nervous giggle, and Sam seemed to lean in intently. "You want the truth?"

"Sure, why not? You know all about who we've banged. It's only fair that we know all about you."

Dean was so blunt, yet so light about it all- the way siblings were. You smiled sadly when it made you think of your little brother Max.

"Gather 'round, children," you rolled your eyes and Sam plopped down in the recliner next to the couch. You grunted as the needle was dragged through again.

"Almost done on numero uno. Hang in there, rookie." Dean cut in encouragingly.

"I've had two... Romantic... Experiences."

"Only two?" Dean asked, somewhat disbelieving.

"Yes, only two, Dean. Unlike you, I don't particularly enjoy one-night-stands."

Sam choked back a laugh.

"The first, I was eighteen. It was my birthday- and coincidently, our six month anniversary."

"Did he have a name?"

"Luke. Luke Schnell."

"Schnell." Dean said his last name in a funny voice. Sam shushed him.

"And yeah. That was that."

"Aww, no fun. You won't even tell us how it was?"

"I was a virgin until then, I don't know. It felt like virgin sex. Big deal. He used too much tongue anyhow."

"Ooh, where at?"

"Not there, pervert." You tried to twist around to slap him.

"Okay, okay, sorry. And the second?"