Supernatural Imagines

Dean imagine

"You're not my damn teacher.", you say and shoot Dean a look. "I've been a hunter before."

"Being a hunter in good old Germany with it's Oktoberfest, beer and brezels... That's different than here." He strains his chin. "Much more dangerous hunting here."

You sigh. "Damn it, Dean. Germany doesn't only consist of the Oktoberfest." But you are still smirking. That's how Dean is. Your Dean. And that's why you are happy to have him. He makes a step closer to you and the desk you were staring at. On it about a dozen different guns. It's not as if Dean and Sam didn't have weapons. Oh, they had more than enough of every different kind. But Dean said it would be important to have your own gun. One you know you can rely on. One that is more than just "a gun".

You absolutely agreed with that. And even if you hadn't, Dean would have forced you to buy one.

But now that you are standing in the store, you realize it is different than at your old home. You are very lucky to have the Winchesters help you through the tough beginning in the new country.

"So, which one would you pick?", Dean asks when the salesman clears his throat. You can feel Deans hip touching yours and you find it somehow distracting... In a somehow very pleasing way.

"The... Glock 23?"

Dean laughs. "Good old German girl. Do you have anything in common with this gun except that you are both from Germany?"

"The Glock is from Austria!" You bristle at him.

"Whatever."Dean says and laughs. "I always knew you had a bad taste."

You stare at him in disbelief, than you grin dryly. "Well, you know I've chosen you...."

Abruptly, Dean stops laughing and says seriously: "Good for you."

Then he leans in and kisses you, pulls you close to his breast. When you finally get to breath again - though you wouldn't have minded not breathing if he had kissed you longer - he squeezes your butt and whispers in your ear: "But you still won't get the Glock."