Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Dean Winchester Imagine

The boys are back in town.

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Thank god for Dean Winchester and his hotness!

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Not surprisingly enough, your baby girl was fast asleep when you arrived home. Sighing with fatigue after a long day, you walked over to her bed and kissed her on the forehead. "I love you, baby girl." You whispered before retreating back to your room, soundlessly to not wake her. The cold, night air nipped at your skin and you realised it was from an open window. You went to the windows, shutting them and feeling bad about it. "Huh," you furrowed your eyebrows but shrugged, just thinking it was weird and probably the money that you could save from keeping them open.

Yet, that wasn't the case and you knew it. It was true; you weren't the wealthiest and certainty weren't living in the best place, but it was all you had. Working 6 days a week for 5 dollars an hour was not much to live on. On occasions, you even had to work double to feed your baby girl and you. But you never really ate, you just wanted her to grow up normally and healthy. Not so much as a dime extra went towards you as it did her. Crawling under the sheets, you smiled softly. Yes, the first few months alone with a newborn was hard, but it all paid off. Now, your life was finally getting back on track like you hoped. Pretty soon, you were sure you could afford an actual house. The bed shifted and a small figure huddled into your side, cuddling you. "I want to sleep with you, mommy."

That made you smile. It had been a while since your daughter last fell asleep with you. "Ok, sweetie. You can go to sleep now," even though you wanted to ask her how her day was like you sometimes did, you couldn't ignore those little parenting nags. She had a big spelling test coming up tomorrow and you wanted her to be well rested and prepared. In the morning you wanted to go over the words with her. She yawned and snuggled into your side deeper before falling asleep, lulling you along with her.

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"Pumpkin?"

"P-U-M-K-I-N."

You shook your head and corrected her. She was only five, and she was the smartest in her class. "No, honey, it's p-u-m-p-k-i-n." She opened her mouth and closed it, as if to say "oh!" You smiled and stood up, grabbing her lunch box and bag. "Got your book?" She nodded eagerly and you opened the door for her. "Princesses first," you kissed her on her head as she made her way out, making her squeal in delight. "Princess! I'm a princess and you're a queen!" You smiled tiredly, already, and put her stuff in the back of your car. It wasn't the best, but it would do for a few more weeks until you could afford a new one. You separate accounts for things: one for a car, one for a house, one for food, and one for your baby.

A couple minutes later, you dropped her off. "Have a good day, sweetie! Mommy'll see you tonight!" Today was your last day before you got a one days break before returning to work. "Bye bye!" After that, you felt as if something was missing in you. It was just horrible when you couldn't see her, let alone not know how she was doing or if she was fine.

Just the daily struggles of another young, single mother.

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Your crossed your arms, sniffling slightly. "Ma'am, can you tell us who the culprit looked like?" You looked up, away from all the blood. The local sheriff was questioning you at the scene, and it was graphic. You just hoped your baby girl wouldn't be worried at how you looked. "T-The man," you stammered, gulping, "had brown hair. A-And blue eyes, kind of navy blue." The sheriff nodded, writing it all down. "He wore plaid, horizontal plaid. Along with some jeans and sneakers. I just—I can't possibly understand why someone would do this!" You sniffled and wiped away more tears.