Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Valentines day special

Once, I would've been at a bar. Now? Now I'm with you.

Dean:

Valentine's day. Say where significant other celebrate and show their undying love to each other.

"Dean!" Your hand shot out and grasped his. "Where are you going? It's—" "Valentine's Day, yes, I know." He shrugged you off, your face unable to hide your hurt. "What is the matter with you? Why do you do this? Every time we get close, showing any emotion, you back off and shut me out. How am I suppose to help and love you if you do that?" Dean stopped for a second, his back tense. You stepped forward and rubbed his back, his body relaxing.

His eyes found yours and he kissed you deeply, sitting you on the counter in your kitchen. "I'm sorry," he said after awhile of kissing, both of your lips swollen. "I'm just...it scares me, ok? I don't want to lose you so I distance myself from you. I don't want to get hurt again." After his shocking little speech, you held his face in your hands, pulling him closer. "You don't ever have to be afraid of losing me, Dean. I'll always be here, wether you like it or not." Dean hugged you, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist. You hugged him, cradling his head to your chest. Personally, If you asked yourself three years ago, you would've said you never would have loved someone this much.

"I love you," You whispered in his ear, gulping silently for his reaction. "I love you too," He said back, grabbing you and carrying you to the bedroom.

Sam:

"Let's go clubbing!" You swivelled in your chair to meet the eyes of your over-eager friend. "No." You said, turning back around. "Please?" She begged and you threw a stuffed animal at her. "If you haven't noticed—my boyfriend just broke up with me two weeks ago!" Excuse. You were over him by the next day, he wasn't all that great of boyfriend. Kind of a slouchy and douche one at that. "Excuses! Pull on that dress and strap on those shoes, I'm getting someone to tap your small ass!"

You threw another stuffed animal, this time harder, unable to hide the blush creeping up your neck. "What if I don't want anybody tapping my ass!" You proclaimed, seeing her eyes narrow. "[Y/N], I don't give a flying rats ass. I'm getting your ass tapped. For God's sake, it's Valentine's Day! The day of great sex!" This time, your eyes narrowed at her. "The day of great sex? Isn't it suppose to be the day everyone shows their love to their significant other?" [F/N] waved off your words. "Smut, not fluff—if you know what I'm saying." She wiggled her eyebrows and you turned the other way.

"Quit the fan references, sweetie. I know you have a crush on McDreamy and McSteamy—but they're fictional and dead."

"Don't say that! I'll bring them back to life! Watch me! They didn't deserve Shonda Rhimes cruel treatment!"

You giggled at bit at your friends obsession and got up, stretching. "If I got clubbing with you..." She hopped up off your bed, already grabbing her things. "...you have to buy me Nutella. Two jars." "Deal! Get changed, baby, it's sex day!"

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Music pumped loudly, hurting your ears. "[F/N], I'm going to go outside for a breather!" You yelled over the music. She just nodded and you walked outside, seeing a neat little bar across the street and little ways down. "Seems legit." You said to yourself and started your walk there, taking off your killer heels along the way. Seriously, you heels were getting blisters. Once you were in the quaint diner, you sat at a stool and sat the heels on the floor below you. "Hello, honey. What can I getcha?" The waitress asked behind the counter, smiling nicely. "Hey, oh. Um, pancakes would be nice." She nodded and then looked over you. "Hello," she said to some strangers walking in. "Did you come from the bar?" She asked, turning back to you. Nodding, you sighed. "Friend wanted to go out for Valentine's Day, says it's sex day. Personally; I think it should be spent with someone that means something to you. Not a fling. But, you can't have everything you want—now can you?" You chuckle humourlessly to yourself, the last nodding in agreement. "Same here. On the house." She winked and slid the plate of pancakes over. "Thanks." You smiled back and picked up a fork.