Supernatural Imagines

Imagine having to wear a dress for a job, when Dean sees, he stares

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"Y/n, seriously, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important for the case." Sam begged. Dean wasn't back yet, but you knew Sam was right.

"So I have to be bait, AND wear a DRESS?!" You exclaimed. You were fine being bait, anytime, any place. Wearing a dress? Not so much.

"Just go put it on, please?" Sam handed you the sleek black dress. You snatched it from his hand.You looked warily down at it. You groaned.
"Fine." You turned on your heel and walked into the bathroom, slipping on the dress. The door opens, and you can hear Dean say hello to Sam.
"Uh... Sammy? Where's y/n?" His voice actually sounds worried, but you assume it's just because he is tired, and continue working in the dress. It has one strap, and goes down to about your mid-thigh. It's sleek, and kind of reminds you of silk.
"I actually don't look half bad." You say to yourself as you let your hair fall from it's usual ponytail. You decide to do your make-up. Natural eyeshadow, check. Eyeliner, check. You top off the look with a blood-red lipstick.
"Scratch that, I look hot." You smirk to yourself, still keeping your voice hushed. You slip on a pair of black heels and slowly open the door. Dean is eating at the table, but Sam immediately looks up at you.
"So, what do you think?" You smile and give a small twirl.
"Wow! You look amazing, y/n!" Sam compliments, and you both give a small laugh. Dean is still silent. You and Sam look to the older Winchester, waiting for his input. His eyes are wide, and he's staring at you as if you were the sun itself. His jaw may as well have hit the floor. You started to become self conscious, thinking this was most definitely a bad thing. Your smile started to fade, and Dean just stared. There was an awkward silence.
"Oh. That bad, huh?" You tried to add a teasing tone to your voice, but none came out. Dean shook himself from his trance.
"No! No, no, no, no, th-that's not what I meant. A-at all. I-I-I swear!" He defended, standing up with his arms raised at a surrender position. You smiled.
"You look gorgeous! I-I mean great!" He put his face into one of his hands, and you walked up to him, placing a hand softly on his shoulder. You leaned into his ear, and you could feel the heat resonating off of his cheeks.
"I know, Dean." You whispered into his ear, his cheek became a visible red colour, as did the rest of his face. You giggled as you turned to grab your bag. Sam was laughing along with you.
"Dean Winchester; the guy who stares!" Sam joked. Even Dean gave a nervous laugh at that one.