Dean Winchester Imagines

Supermodels are Nothing Compared to You

This is another pre-authors note. In this story, I mean no offense in any of this. You are beautiful just the way you are and if someone makes you feel like you need to change yourself then they are a waste of your time and don't deserve to be around you. You are an angel!

Athletic and badass are two words that can describe Y/n. She grew up in sports. Her mom wanted her to have a normal life so she encouraged Y/n to try out for different sports in middle school. But, Y/n didn't want to be anchored to a team, she is very independent. Instead of doing teams she just practiced with the team members. The softball team was so amazed by how well she played that they wanted her to join the team. Of course, she just declined but still practiced with them.

The truth was that Y/n thought that if she did play sports that guys would think that she is too "manly" for them and completely embarrass her for it. But Y/n wouldn't be in school much longer. Her mom ended up in a coma on a hunt and Y/n dropped out of school to take up hunting the thing that put her mother into a coma.

While she was hunting she ended up meeting the Winchesters. Two remarkably handsome, and may I add tall, men who were so badass that they saved the world multiple times. When Y/n told them why she started hunting Dean said to her "Revenge is the one thing that keeps us, hunters, huntin'." Ever since then she started hunting with the boys. But that little voice in the back of her head from her school years stayed with her.

There was a hunt in Wyoming where some supermodel was mauled. Ha. A supermodel whose job was to look pretty ended up looking horrid, how ironic. Dean, Sam, and Y/n were interviewing the model's co-workers about the death and anything strange that might have happened within the few days leading to her death.

"Did you notice Miss Reed acting strange?" Y/n asked this tall, super skinny, brunette model with lips the size of a golfball. Y/n hates when girls over enlarge their lips. Y/n would say 'There is this thing called lip balm that is supposed to make your lips look full and soft, no need to inject something into your face that causes your lips to be bigger than your ego.' (No offense to anyone who has had lip injection)

"No, I didn't see anything wrong with Kristen. She seemed normal. Besides the fact that she found out that her boyfriend was cheating on her with one of the other models on set." She said. (I wrote this with one of those bitchy voices in my head!😂)

"Who is her boyfriend?" Y/n asked looking down at her notepad.

"His name is Marcus Danvers." The girl said.

"Okay, thank you so much for your time." Y/n wrapped the interview up and walked away. She met up with the boys and got into the Impala. 

"So who are we betting is the werewolf?" Dean asked. 

"I bet it is the girl I interviewed," Sam said. "Amanda Eugine. Apparently, she was having an affair with Kristen's boyfriend."

"I'm betting on the manager. He didn't like Kristen's boyfriend so he killed her." Dean said. "Y/n?"

"Hm?" Y/n was lost in thought thinking about the difference between her body and the models.

"Who do you think did the killing?" Dean sounded worried. 

"Oh um, I'm betting money on the boyfriend," Y/n filled in. "I mean this isn't the first girl who has gone missing in this particular area. Maybe he is literally stealing their hearts."

"Wow, very original Y/n," Sam said. 

Y/n didn't respond and the whole ride to the motel was silent. When they did get to the motel Y/n went straight to the bathroom to change out of the fed suit and into fluffy pants and an oversized graphic tee from the men's section at Target.

While changing Y/n caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The thoughts of her body came back. She started thinking about the model's hip to stomach ratio. She had that hourglass figure where you can tell where her stomach was and where her hips were. Y/n was muscular and mostly squared, not a very drastic dip in her side when looking in the mirror. Y/n had learned to be a very positive person over the past few years. But this dates back to high school.

Before she knew it Sam knocked on the door of the bathroom. "Y/n is everything okay in there?" 

She didn't realize she was crying. Quickly she wiped away the tears and said. "Yeah, I'm fine." But her voice cracked. Sam opened the door and Dean was standing behind him, they both were worried. 

"What are you crying about?" Dean walked up to her and pulled you into a hug.

"Ugh, it's nothing. Just probably me pmsing," she said hugging him back.

"Nope, no way. You just got off your period." Sam said.

Y/n pulled away from the hug. "How do you know when I..."

"We live with you. What do you think we're blind?" Dean said. Y/n laughed. "What were you crying about?" 

"Is it about your body?" Sam asked abruptly. Dean turned his head and scowled at his brother. 

"Actually yeah." Y/n is very open with the boys. Like Dean said, they live together. "Those models were like really skinny and perfect. And when I was in high school I always thought that because I wasn't like them that no guy would ever like me."

"What!? Oh honey, no." Dean said. "Of course guys will like you. Ya see, girls like that are flat chested and have no ass. You, on the other hand, have a very nice rack and a nice ass. Two in one!" (No offense to anyone who is like that.)

They all laugh. "Dean does have a point." 

"My question is why do you pay attention to those things?" She put her hands on her hips to add humor.

"We are guys it's what we do," Dean said walking out of the bathroom. "You okay now?"

"Yeah, I am." Y/n smiled and followed Dean's move. "We've got a monster to kill."

~After they do their hunter thing and found the werewolf~

"Wow. I am shocked!" Amanda said. "For some big hunters, you sure seem to like being thrown around."

"Well, it is what they do best." Y/n said sarcastically.

"Oh and you. You are a fat pig. You can't tell the difference between your stomach and your ass." She insulted Y/n.

Y/n's gun was tucked in the belt of her jeans. She pulled it out and shot the girl in her leg. "I am not a fat pig I am an athlete and it is muscle not fat." Y/n then shot Amanda in the heart with a silver bullet.

"You feel better now?" Sam asked. 

"Yes, yes I do. And I also feel like having a nice glass of whiskey." Y/n replied. 

This was requested by rleckm4725. Again I mean no offense to anyone who is "flat-chested". I need some more ideas for imagines so please send them my way. You peoples can come up with some amazing scenarios that I would never think of. I think it is amazing how teamwork actually works. Thank you rleckm4725 for this amazing story idea. 12k is amazing! New Year Goal, make it to 20k reads. Love you all.