Supernatural Preferences and Imagines

Oneshot: dean

You sat there in front of the grand piano, listening to the gentle hum of the wind, coming from the window that you had previously opened. You were a hunter, and everyone you had ever cared about was dead. With the exception of the winchesters of course, I cold never get rid of them even if I tried. You closed your eyes softly and started to hum a oh so familiar tune. Then the tune started to morph into a whisper. And that whisper soon turned into light singing. The song hey Jude, by the Beatles flowed freely from your lips, and soon enough all that could be heard in that quite confined room was the echoing of the extravagant singing you had produced.
You were deep into the song. In your own little word. Were life was perfect and everything was ok in the world. Due to this you hadn't realized the eldest Winchester come in and sit next to you on the hard wooden bench. He placed his hand on your lower back, you were shocked at first and immediately stopped singing. You were shy and never like others hearing your voice. "Keep going, you sounded amazing." He stated softly with a small yet visible smile on his face. With his words of encouragement you began to stated from the top. After a few verses you heard another familiar sound, you opened your eyes and turned your head to the side to find Dean there playing the piano, you didn't dare stop singing for this was such a rare moment. And all moments come to end, such as songs do and such as the song did. You laid you head on his shoulder and whispered softly "I love you." Which to he replied with "I love you too."