Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

Dean Winchester Imagine

From the old times of rock and roll

"Bit loud in here, why don't we take this outside?"

You looked at the man you just recently met in the eyes, their dark brown eyes sinister. They should really learn to conceal their emotions in their eyes. "How about you go ahead? I have to pay." The man nodded and winked, walking off with the presumed thought that you were paying for him too.

Ha, you weren't paying at all. In fact, you had a plan, one that worked a lot and was successful for you to get free drinks. It was kind of genius if you did say so yourself. The bartender stared at you, raising an eyebrow. "Making the poor fella wait out in the cold; expecting to get laid? Talk about blue balls, literally." You snorted in amusement, watching as the bartender smiled at you.

"I'm gonna take a guess that he'll be paying?" You stood up, stretching. "Mhmm, you know it. Gotta find a way to get hammered without the money, am I right?" Swaying slightly you downed the last of your drink, winking at the man outside. "Ah, you really go for it." The bartender stepped into a sliver of light and you stared in awe,

"Why the hell are you a bartender? Man, if I was you I'd use those eyes for my advantage!" It was true, his eyes were the best in the light. They were a dazzling and tantalizing candy-apple green, speckled with small flecks of hazel and gold that enunciated the green and made it seem more special. "Have my babies, Lord Jesus!"

The bartender laughed heartily, actually sitting down his cup to wipe at his eyes. "You can wish, pretty lady, but none have gotten. I've made sure." You grinned and raised an eyebrow. "I'll have to take you up on that challenge." "Of bearing my children?" "It would mean I slept with Mr. Hottie Patottie," You drifted back into the crowd, staying eye contact with him. "Like I said, you wish!"

You saluted and giggled, shouting; "See you later, Hottie Patottie!" Then, you dispersed into the crowd of people, hiding yourself as the man from earlier came in with a red nose. But the crowd allowed you to slip away safely, your eyes catching the bartenders one more time.

Two weeks later, you approached the bar again, braving it and pushing open the doors with ease. It was nicer than the rest in town, and it certainly harbored the better guys around. Like the green eyed bartender.

"Bourbon," you whistled, sliding into a bar stool seat and resting your elbows on the table with your chin in your palms. "Here you go--hey, it's you!" You smiled cheekily as you saw recognition flash across the bartenders face. "That man has been coming in every night looking for you," his green eyes were filled with worry, and a feeling of regret settled itself in your stomach. You never went to the same pub, but you had to see Green Eyes again.

"Really? Creep, I'll just call the police. Did he pay for me?" Green Eyes chuckled lightly. "Even tipped." "Thank god I didn't go with the creep, I saw his eyes. They were not as kind as yours." Your [E/C] met his, and time stilled for a moment before a hand gripped your shoulder and spun you around.

Dread cemented you to the ground as the dark lights of the pub shone dimly on the man from two weeks ago. Talk about stalker, going into the same place everyday to find one woman. "You're back! I waited outside for you for awhile, couldn't find you for an hour but you came back!" You blanched as you stared at the man with fear. He was mentally insane, he thought it was the same night? How the hell did time run in his head.

"Hey, buddy, I think you should leave." A shadow cast over the man from behind you, and anger ignited in his eyes in a flash. He stepped closer, a hand raising before it was shot down by a fist to the face. You gasped and flung around, seeing Green Eyes glaring at the man.