Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Snow Storm- Dean

Inspired by today being Dean's birthday and the blizzard happening in the east.

This chapter is mostly fluff.

You had just finished a hunt in Washington D.C with Dean. Sam and Charlie were working on something back in the bunker— you knew it was a surprise party. Dean's birthday was coming up in two days. The only worry was that it was awfully cloudy and cold.

"Dean," you said, packing your things, "we should start heading home. Soon."

Your husband looked over to you, "Why?"

"I don't like the look of those clouds," you pointed to the window right after you finished your sentence. As if on cue, snowflakes started falling. Dean cursed silently and hastily threw his belongings into his bag and you two ran out to the Impala. After checking to make sure you had all the weapons, you got in and Dean started driving.

Surely enough, the snow was getting thicker and started to coat the road.

"Do you think we will make it out of the storm?" you asked, glancing out the window as a snow plow drove by.

"We'll make it," Dean responded.

A couple hours later you found yourselves pulled over on the side of the road.

"Crap. I thought we would make it," Dean muttered, stepping outside. You followed suit and were immediately greeted by a blast of cold wind. You let out a groan and went to the trunk, opened it, and pulled out a couple shovels. "We could wait it out."

You shook your head, "we should at least move somewhere safer than the side of a road."

Dean nodded a silent agreement and grabbed a shovel from you, you both worked at clearing a path to the middle of the road and worked on keeping it clear until a snow plow drove by, then you decided follow it to a shelter of some sort.

"Alright, let's go."

Dean followed the plow closely down the highway, but the snow got worse and you found that the road was beginning to get icy. Every now and then you felt 'Baby' start skidding, but Dean quickly regained control.

"This is going to be worth Jack Squat if the blizzard doesn't let up," Dean grumbled. You gave him a sympathetic look.

"I should call Sam and let him know we're going to be late," you spoke slowly, pulling out your cell phone. Dean nodded as you dialed his brother's number. It rang three times before the younger Winchester picked up.

"Y/n?"

"Hey, Sam, I was just calling to let you know that we're are going to be late. It's snowing pretty bad, the roads are starting to get icy."

"Okay, how long to you think you will be?"

"I don't know," you turned to Dean, mouthing the question. He shrugged. "Maybe a day or so, I don't know how far the storm stretches and we just passed Dale City."

"Alright, drive safely."

"Will do, see you someday," you sighed. You heard him chuckle and you hung up.

"We need to pull over," Dean said, looking at a road sign for a nearby motel.

You and Dean spent the night in a cheap motel room and woke up to even more snow, it would be impossible to get out of the driveway. You gave Sam another call, letting him know that it might be even more than a day before you even got on the road.

You spent the rest of the day having snowball fights and building snowmen, then retreating back to your room to have cocoa and warm up by the heater.

You woke up early the next day, January 24th, Dean's birthday.

Seeming that you left your present for him at the bunker you decided to make him a cup of coffee to wake up to, you couldn't do much with all the stores closed.

"Good morning," Dean yawned as he sat up.

"Happy birthday," you sat down on the bed next to him and gave him a kiss.

"I thought my birthday was last year," he joked, earning a roll of eyes from you.

"Well, I guess I made you this perfectly good cup of coffee for nothing then," you sighed, casting a far-away look. "I might just have to drink it myself, oh well."

"We can't let that happen, could we?" Dean smirked. You picked up the cup and handed it to him. He accepted it gratefully and took small sips. "Do you want anything to eat? I could make something-"

"-you're not cooking anything today!" you interrupted, sending him a playful look. "Let me do some of the work."

"You sure?"

"You're thirty seven, Dean! I'm not sure your old bones could take it," you grinned.

"My old bones? We'll see who's more fit after we find another hunt. I could gank at least five more vampires than you."

"You sure? Soon you will have arthritis so bad you won't be able to flick open your lighter to burn some ghosts, nevertheless shoot werewolves!"

"Ouch, that hurt!" He then pointed to his heart, "Right here, that hurt."

"Is grandpa having heartburn?" you smirked, he glared but his eyes glinted maliciously.

Gently setting his cup on the side-table, he lunged out of bed at you, pinning you to the floor before you could react. You struggled under his grip, trying to flip him but he was too strong.

"All right, you win," you pouted. "Let me up."

"Not yet." He leaned down and kissed you, releasing your hands and pulling you closer to him. You slung your arms over his shoulders and deepened the kiss, feeling bursts of electricity flow through your body. Even after being married for three years, the feeling never went away. It was like reliving your first kiss everyday, and you were not complaining.

All too soon, he let you go and stood up, offering you a hand. You accepted it and he pulled you up.

"I love you," you murmured, pulling him back to you.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

Suddenly, you heard a flap of wings, your and your husband turned to met the gaze of Castiel.

"Hello, Dean, Y/n," he said.

"Hey, Cas," you chirped.

"Your brother called me to help you two get home. Also, happy another-year-of-being-alive, Dean."

Dean smiled, "Thanks, Cas."

The angel walked forwards and grabbed your arms, you found yourself in a darkened room that was in, no doubt, the bunker. The lights flicked on with a loud, "surprise!"

Once the shock went away, Dean grinned as he saw Sam, Charlie, Kevin, and Mrs. Tran standing in the room. To make things better, Castiel had brought down the ghosts of Ash, Ellen, Jo, and Bobby down for the celebration. Of course that stirred up some feelings in you, but it was great to see them all here, together.

As one big family.

Authors Note: Cas also managed to get Baby into the garage, so she's still not out in the snow somewhere in the East.