You being alone in the bunker was a thing that rarely happened, and if it did happen you savored every moment of it.
Today you had decided to get a little drunk on the left over beer and even though that sounded sad, it was a hell lot of fun.
When eleven pm rolled around you walked over to the boom box and just pressed play, of course immediately being greeted by AC/DC's You shook me all night long, playing.
Dean's music was everywhere in the bunker.
Not really caring because you were still slightly drunk, you started swinging in the rhythm of the rock music and within thirty seconds you were full on dancing.
You spun around, swung your arms and felt silly and free.
"(Y/N)?", you heard a voice behind you and when you turned around, strains of hair in your face, you smiled at Dean, who was looking at you in awe.
"Do you wanna dance with me?", you asked and he started grinning: "Hell yes!"
And then his hands were on your hips and everything was just about the two of you and you enjoyed every second of it.
By the time the CD was done, you turned to him again, your chest rising and falling: "That was awesome."
He nodded: "Yes it was."
Without really thinking about it, you pressed a small kiss on his lips and even though he knew that it was probably only because you were drunk, he smiled when you pulled back, waved at him and exited towards your room.
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Supernatural Imagines
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