Supernatural Imagines

Dean getting Jealous of you flirting at a bar, and admits his feelings for you

"So, Sweetheart, how are you doing tonight?" You took a sip of your beer. He sat at the seat next to you, and set down his drink. He was pretty cute, and had a very sexy accent. You smiled at him.

"I'm doing fine, and yourself?" He looked away to think about it. He had blonde hair that was swept perfectly to the side, a perfect smile, and his eyes shone blue.

"I'm a lot better now that I'm with you. So, Darling, what's your name?" You rolled your eyes.

"Balthazar." Dean steps up to your table, and spits the name out, disgustedly.

"Dean," Balthazar rolled his eyes, and you laughed, "How are you?" He said with sarcastic excitement.

"Guessing you two know each other?" You laughed some more. Dean glared at you, then shot the same glare back to Balthazar.

"Leave y/n alone." His tone of voice was angry and protective. You were surprised, and kind of upset that he would even say that.

"I will, if she says it. It truly isn't your decision, Dean." Balthazar said, taking a sip from his drink. You liked that you finally had a say in your own life, something Dean repetitively did.

"I'm good. I'm actually enjoying this conversation. If you want to stay and regulate, you are welcome to." You mocked. He sat down. This surprised you, but you decided to ignore him. It's not like he's your boyfriend. Dean would never like you, he even denoted you to 'sister' many times. Many times you couldn't help imagining staring into those emerald green eyes and kissing those chapped, yet somehow perfect lips. Of course, right now your attention was fully on the handsome brit. You and Balthazar talked a while, and you ended up really close. He had started whispering in your ear, and you were periodically laughing and blushing. Dean was kind of mad, and you didn't understand why, but you really didn't care. You and Balthazar had locked eyes, and Dean looked worriedly between you two. Balthazar leaned in and touched his lips to yours. It was sweet, and gentle, and perfect, but then... Dean pulled you away, and dragged you out of the bar.

"We are leaving, y/n." He shoved you into the impala, and drove to the motel. He dragged you into the hotel room.

"What the hell, Dean?!" You shout and he sits on the bed, dropping his face to his hands, disappointedly.

"You will thank me in the long run." He sounded more like he was reassuring himself rather than you.

"From a little flirting? Yeah, totally!" You shouted. He seemed upset.

"You don't understand-" You cut him off.

"There is nothing to understand!" He looked to be on the brink of tears, and you softened, "Why are you upset? So what, I flirted with a guy in a bar. It's nothing."
"Not to me." He said, like it somehow cleared up everything. He ran his hand through his hair.

"Dean, I-I don't know what that means." You hated when you didn't know things. He stood up.

"It doesn't mean nothing to me, because," He swallowed hard, and mumbled the next part, "I wish it was me." You barely heard him, but connected the dots when you realized he was standing so close to you, that you could feel his breath despite your height difference. You cheeks went red, and you looked at the ground to hide your blush. He placed his pointer finger under your chin, and thumb gently pushing into the skin under your lip. He lifted your face to look at him.

"I'm sorry. I was just... Just so... Jealous." He finally said, and you stared, wide eyed, up at him.

"O-Oh." That's all you could choke out. His emerald eyes stared at you, just like in your fantasies.

"You can't understand how hard it is to not stare at you. With those beautiful e/c eyes, that {Hairlength} h/c hair, that wide-eyed gaze, and your overall," He soured his brain for the right word, "You-ness." He laughed at his own joke, and you joined him. You looked deep into his eye, and he looked into yours, and you both went silent. He leaned down and kissed you softly, his chapped lips moved in sink with your soft ones. After awhile his lips parted from yours, and you stayed eyes closed for a few more seconds. When you opened your eyes again, you were staring into his smiling eyes.

"What I'm trying to say is... I love you, y/n." Your heart skipped a beat.

"I love you, too, Dean." Your cheeks were rosy, as he leaned in for another kiss.