Supernatural Imagines

Dean imagine

You hear someone knocking at the door of the bathroom for the third time and roll your eyes. Dean is always so impatient...

"Hey, y/n, are you ready?"

"Just give me a minute.", you answer and close another button of your shirt.

"You've said that the last two times already. You really are worse than every girl. How long can it possibly take to put some clothes on?!"

You ignore this comment just like the ones before, grab the tie and just place it around your neck without actually tying it. There will still be time for that when you are in the impala.

After a last glance at the mirror, you finally leave the room and when Dean looks up, he can't help but to stare at you.

You give him a little grin. "What? You impressed?"

"Shocked covers it better. I never thought the man I picked up covered in dirt, blood and drugs could actually make the impression of a normal human being."

You pull a face and you know that about half a year ago you would have been angry. But you know Dean and how hard it is for him to compliment people. He rather covers his true self under a mask of sarcasm and jokes. But you have to admit that you like this bad boy.

"Yeah, because you are the perfect stereotype of a 'normal human being', right?", you tease him grinning.

He lifts his hands overs his head. "Who am I to judge... If undead women are up for this kind of John Travolta look."

You give him a smile and walk past him, smacking his back as you go. "John Travolta wears leather jackets you philistine."

The moment you want to get in the black impala – shotgun because Dean would never let you drive – you feel hands on your shoulder, pulling you back. You want to grab your gun that is well hidden in your pants and only one of the many weapons you are carrying, but it is too late.

Dean already pushes you and you struggle to stay on your feet, finally falling onto the leather seats where Dean crawls over you fast.

"So it isn't Grease where they are making love in the car...?", he asks, his voice deep and rough and you can feel his hot breath tickling your ear.