Supernatural Imagines

Imagine Dean joking about your bad taste and reminding him, hes your taste

You walked into the kitchen, with your My Chemical Romance band tee on. Dean laughed.
"My Chemical Romance? Really?" You glared at him, and crossed your arms.
"Yeah, it's a good band!" You argued.
"Not as good as Kansas!" You playfully fought back. You rolled your eyes, and went to make some coffee. He snaked his arms around your waist, and smiled into your neck. You couldn't help but smile. You grabbed your coffee and poured in some creamer, and stirred it.
"You don't even take your coffee black?" He ruined the moment. You rolled your eyes.
"No, it's too bitter." You poured in a packet of sugar and stirred some more. Dean laughed some more. He had a sexy laugh, but it could get annoying. You went to your laptop, and set your coffee next to it. You opened the laptop, and turned it on. It whirred to life. You had the day off, and decided to catch up on Doctor Who, and Sherlock. Damn, was Sherlock hot.
"What're you watching?" Dean asked, entering the room. You ignored him, so he bent down to look at your laptop.
"Seriously? Doctor Who? Sherlock? What are you, 12?" He joked. You were getting really irritated. Yes, MCR. Yes, Non-Black coffee. And HELLS YEAH DOCTOR WHO AND SHERLOCK! Like geez Dean!
"A) Doctor Who is a classic, and Sherlock is amazing. B) Do you ever get tired of thinking your tastes are the only good ones?" You were quite pissed, but Sam came in, so you dropped it.
"What're you watching?" Sam asked, sipping his coffee.
"Doctor Who, I only have a few more episodes, so Sherlock's next." Sam's eyes lit up.
"SHERLOCK?! Can I join?!?" He exclaimed. You smiled, and your eyes lit up to match his.
"Totally!" Dean rolled his eyes.
"Both of you are dorks. But she- She is my dork, understand?" He was protective of you, since Sam and You had a thing awhile back, but it didn't work out. He still hated the idea of leaving you alone with Sam for too long, despite there never being anything happening. You guys had gone on one date, a decade ago. It was cute, though.
"Yeah Dean. I understand that she's your girlfriend. With how loud you two are, it's pretty obvious." He laughed, and despite your blush, you laughed, too. Dean looked like he was about to strangle Sam, but he left you two to get your Sherlock-Nerds on! You both watched only one episode before Dean re-entered the room, holding some of your stuff.
"Hold up. You read that Peculiar children, Harry Potter, crap? And watch Anime- not anime porn- but regular Anime?" He seemed genuinely surprised. You and Sam looked over at him.
"Uh, yeah. Problem?" You cocked an eyebrow at your oblivious boyfriend.
"None. Just thought you had better taste. Better than Sherlock, Attack on Titan," He was dropping fandom shirts on the table, "Harry Potter, Ouron Highschool Host club, like what even is that, Black Veil Brides, Panic! At the disco, and Doctor Who?" He also held a stack of books.
"Plus," He held up your signed, limited edition, of Swan Song, by Carver Edlund, "Supernatural? Really? How bad of taste can you even get?" Sam looked at you apologetically, and you looked back with a reassuring smirk.
"Yeah, I have terrible taste, but my fandoms aren't the reason." You walked up to Dean, who placed the books on the table before wrapping his arms around your waist. You held his jacket tightly, seductively. He smiled, not knowing what to expect, other than a pretty steamy kiss.
"Oh? Really, then what does prove you have terrible taste?" He asked. Your eyes glinted, and Sam watched you curiously. He knew you had a plan, just wasn't sure what it was. You pulled Dean in for a quick peck on the lips, and when he tried to deepen the kiss, you stopped him.
"Isn't it obvious? I chose you!" You laughed, pushing him off of you. Sam laughed, having to bend over. Dean stood, speechless, eyes wide. You grabbed your coffee cup to put it back in the kitchen.
"Maybe your taste isn't so bad-" he tried. You laughed as he struggled to defend himself. Actually, your taste is pretty good.