Supernatural Imagines

80. Happy Birthday Dean Winchester! | (Dean x Reader)

This... is a very... very.. verrrryyy belated birthday chapter.

my apologies to dean..

explanation/excuse in the author's note

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You smiled wide and buckled up. Dean rolled his eyes and grudgingly buckled himself into the seat.

"Okay, so what is this big birthday surprise you have for me?" he asked running his hands down his face. He had been exhausted from a hunt he and Sam had just finished. You still couldn't help but get excited about his birthday.

You rolled your eyes,"It's a surprise because you don't know genius," you couldn't help but smile. He looked at you, and couldn't help but smile a weak smile.

"You can sleep while I drive us to the first location, yeah?" you grinned as Dean was already settling himself into the seat, leaning back.

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You pulled up to the spa, and slid into a parking space. Putting the impala in park, you started to shake Dean awake.

He jumped, his hands flying into karate-chopping stance. When he saw it was just you, he quickly relaxed. Sitting up, he looked at the window,

"Where the hell are we?"

You giggled and quickly got out of the car, forcing him to follow.

Inside, a very clean looking woman sat at the front desk. She cast her eyes downward as you approached the desk, but plastered a smile onto her face.

"How can I help you?" she said, her pointy nails clicking away quickly on her keyboard.

You smiled and rested your elbows on the counter,

"Appointment for Winchester?" she quickly looked at you.

"I've never seen someone book so many treatments here before, you're very important," she started to stand and take your hand. You began laughing,

"Oh no, it's not for me," you put your arm around Dean,

"It's for my lovely boyfriend here," he was suddenly paying attention.

"Woah, woah, no way," he started to protest, but you quickly pulled his ear to your lips and you started whispering. His face changed, and eventually settled on a smirk,

"Okay, let's get started". The woman led him to the back. He looked back at you, full of regret. You giggled, covering your mouth with one hand, and waving with the other as you walked backwards out of the establishment.

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You pulled the impala back into the spa parking lot. After putting it in park, you quickly exit and headed into the modern building.

You sat impatiently in the waiting room.

"I've been gone for almost 4 hours, how are they not done yet?" you thought to yourself, but rolled your eyes and picked up a magazine.

You'd only been flipping through it for a couple of minutes when a woman and Dean exited from the back.

Dean looked like a completely different person.

His face was completely relaxed, and he looked as though he had just exit a pie making factory, and every single one was given to him.

His eyes were barely open as they focused on you. He smirked a lazy smirk and wrapped his arm around your neck, pulling you close. You held him up, giggling,

"Well, you're sure looking relaxed pretty boy," he finally opened his eyes all the way.

"That was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced," he laughed. He leaned in and kissed you gingerly.