Supernatural Imagines

Bubbles (Dean)

"Sam, I found a place called 'Staycation Inn'. It fits the whole profile," Dean said as he turned his laptop around. Sam nodded and went back to his own laptop.

Just then, you entered the library, a cup of coffee in your hand. You rolled your eyes when you saw Dean on his laptop. "Dean Winchester! How many times do I have to tell you to take a break?" You hurried to the desk and shut his laptop. He sat there in shock.

"I was in the middle of something," Dean huffed. "Baby..." You moved closer to him and leaned on the table, "You've been working since seven in the morning. Take a break. I'll do some work with Sammy."

"Anyways, [y/d/n] wants to be with you. She was asking me about why Daddy always spends his time on his laptop," You said and Dean immediately got up. Hearing those words made him feel guilty. He loved his daughter more than anything.

"Okay, I'll take a break but only for half an hour," he told you and kissed your cheek. You watched him walk away, a sense of accomplishment filled you.

You turned to Sam who was watching you both talk. You sat down in the chair and continued to do what Dean was doing before.

*****

You looked at your watch. It had been almost two hours since you had sent Dean on his break. "So much for half an hour," You said and Sam chuckled. You got up from your place and stretched a bit.

"I'll be back. I'll just check on them," You informed and Sam nodded. You walked down the Bunker's corridors towards your room. You heard screaming and giggling coming from inside.

"Daddy please don't!" You heard your daughter say, followed by a deep evil laugh. You walked towards the washroom, a smirk on your face. You opened the door to find your daughter sitting in a tub full of bubbles and soapy water. She wasn't the only one inside.

"Mommy!" The five year old said after she saw you. "Wow, didn't expect this to happen!" You said, leaning on the door frame and arms crossed.

"Well... She said that you were going to give her a shower so I thought of an alternative," You turned to see Dean and you laughed. His face was covered in soap. He whole body was deep under the hills of soap and bubbles.

"And you decided to join her?" You grinned. "What? I like bubbles," Your husband said, "Why doesn't mommy join us?" Your daughter exclaimed a 'Yeah!' as Dean licked his lips. You rolled your eyes, knowing what he really wanted.

"Yeah sure... I'm not that small and thin to fit in the remaining space," You said and walked towards the wardrobe. You searched for clothes for your daughter to wear.

"Are your fingers wrinkly enough?" You heard Dean ask. The shower turned on moments later, followed by more giggles.

You walked back to the washroom after placing a new set of clothes for your daughter on the bed. You had two bath towels in your hands.

Dean helped your daughter out of the bath. She was just wearing her swim shorts. Dean was wearing his boxers. You scanned him from bottom to top, before shaking your head a bit to divert your mind.

You wrapped your daughter in the towel after drying her hair a bit. Dean wiped himself with the other towel then wore his robe. Your daughter walked towards the bed and started to change her clothes.

"You should have come. It was fun," He winked at you and you raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you glad that I told you take a break?" You said and Dean nodded, making you smirk.

You watched your daughter run out of the room, excited to tell uncle Sam about the fun she had with Daddy.

"What should I take out for you huh?" You looked through Dean's wardrobe, finding virtually nothing but different variations of flannel.

He wrapped his arms around you from behind, and kissed your neck. You shivered a bit, gripping on to the wardrobe doors.

"Tonight..." You felt his breath on your neck as he moved closer, and you groaned slowly but softly. "I see you're fine with the idea," He said, holding you tighter. You took a deep breath, shivering again.

"Dean..." You tried to say.

"I'll tell Sammy to take care of [y/d/n]. It'll be good," He said and kissed your neck again. Your grip on the wardrobe loosened a bit.

"Dean... I don't mind the idea but I didn't groanand shiver because of that," You said. You turned around and looked down at his abdomen. "You're boxers are cold and wet," You looked at his undone robe then into his eyes, "It's making my legs cold and it feels horrible."

"Oh... Sorry," Dean said, a bit embarrassed and stepped back, letting you go. He walked towards the center of the room, scratching his neck.

You took out a fresh flannel and threw it onto the bed. "You know... I really don't mind your idea," You lightly touched his arm as you walked towards the door.

"Get changed," You winked at him and left the room. Dean stood there and immediately changed his clothes, chasing after you. For the rest of the evening, he waited impatiently for night to fall.