Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Dean Winchester Imagine

Farm animals

Groaning, you sat up, your surroundings blurry and and your head pounding. "Ugh," you fell back and immediately jolted. You rubbed your head, your head hurting even worse. Why were you on hardwood floor?

Slowly you stood up, shaking and holding your head. You gulped and licked her dry lips, suddenly taking notice of the lack of moisture in your mouth and throat. You stumbled around, your brain remembering where you were.

"My...apartment?" You toon in a deep breath before finding yourself in the living room, looking at the sight before you. "What the hell..." You muttered, staring at the unfamiliar man passed out in a weird position on your couch and the goat the walked around. It was limping and you had no idea what the fuck happened last night. All you remembered was calling some friends, throwing a short get together and then...blank.

The man snored and the goat approached him, biting his shirt and pulling him to fall on his face. He flailed for a split second on the floor before sanding up to stare at you, swaying dizzily. "Who are you?" You asked in an accusing manner. You pointed a finger, rubbing your temple with your other hand. "And why the hell is there a goat in my living room." The man blinked before rubbing his face, wincing.

"Oh fuck, Sam." You squinted at him. "Hold a minute, who are you?" The man lazily swung around, looking for his belongings. "Dean...my name's Dean." You inhaled deeply, licking your lips again. "Goat, the goat, do something about it." Dean stared at you. "What the hell am I suppose to do with a goat?" Both you and him stared at the goat, watching it munch on something.

Dean opened his mouth, rushing to the goat. "Oh shit, oh shit, no!" He grabbed the end of the object and pulled, the goat pulling back. You walked over, crossing your arms. "Is that...your phone?" Dean gave you a quick glare. "Yes it is—" Dean jerked back when the goat let go. His eyes looked into yours and you momentarily forgot about the goat. "You're eyes are very green." You sputtered and he smirked.

"Thanks," you looked away, blushing. "Whatever, get the goat out of my apartment." He grinned and then looked around, patting himself. "What?"

"How am I suppose to get it out without a leash?" You glared at him. "You brought it here!" "It was for something!" You both fought for a bit before he started to leave. You watched him go, looking at the mess around you. Suddenly, something found its way in my pocket. I looked down and saw Dean retracting his hand from my pocket, giving me a look that made me avert my eyes.

"Don't be shy."

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Sorry I haven't updated for awhile :(((

I literally didn't even know that it was that long! It felt like yesterday that I updated 😅

This is crappy, so I don't blame anyone for not liking it. But, would anyone—at all—read Destiel One-Shots? If I made a book, would anyone if you read it? Cause I'm seriously considering making one.