Supernatural Imagines

Dean x Reader // I'm On Fire

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A/N: based on the music video and song I'm On Fire by Bruce Springsteen. Absolutely AMAZING artist who I unfortunately do not have any affiliation with, but I have attached the song/video above. If you want an amazing album to listen to, I would recommend The River by Bruce Springsteen.
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Dean began to replace a small piece of metal underneath the 1957 Ford Thunderbird he was required to work on, after obviously using a fake alias to investigate a car that any sane hunter would assume was in some way "dodgy". Sam, of course, also joined along, because what's a Winchester without the other?

Dean mustered all his strength to lodge the metal piece in place, shifting around various components of the somewhat unexciting car - just a car with an obviously broken under carriage. Hearing footsteps shuffling in the garage-style arranged workplace, Dean assumed it was his brother Sam without thinking twice.

"Hey Sammy, can you turn the radio on?" He asked while underneath the car, using a old and battered skateboard to balance himself underneath the under carriage.

Not worried about lack of reply, Dean grunted slightly under his breath while adjusting a particular strong part. Happy with his work, he rolled out from underneath the glossy white Thunderbird - only to realise it wasn't Sam who's footsteps he heard.

"Oh, hey," Dean greeted while standing up to greet you, face and flannel shirt covered in grease and dirt. Needless to say, his smile said all the words he couldn't say - that he was facing someone he found very attractive.

"Well, hello...," you started your greeting, squinting to look at his oily name tag.

"Bruce," he replied, pushing the dirty skateboard underneath the car. "So is this your car?" He asked, breaking the silence that lasted a couple of awkward seconds.

"Yeah, I just finished restoring it. It obviously needs some touching up," you replied, placing a hand on the dearly beloved bonnet. "I was just wondering if it'll be done by tomorrow," you said, dusting some dirt off your black leather jacket. "If not, that's fine." You added.

"No, I'm sure it'll be done." Dean assured, rummaging through the box of car keys given to the motor company, until he found the unmistakable Thunderbird set. "I can even drop it off for you tomorrow." He offered, holding up the keys to show his subtle enthusiasm.

You let out a small chuckle, leaning on the car with your arms folded. "That'd be great, if you can." You responded, meeting his green eyes the colour of light rainfall on forestation - the eyes that you were slowly becoming attracted to.

"Oh, I'm sure I can." Dean chuckled slightly, smug grin spread on his face.

"Well, I'm sure you've got my address on the details signed on the forms. I've... got to go." You sighed, pointing to the door. "Late shift," You added with a shrug, walking backwards to still face the surprised face of Dean Winchester. You didn't know it was his real name, but he didn't change his personality not one bit for the person who within seconds took his breath away.

"That's.. Awesome." He sighed in a way you could've sworn was disappointed. "See you round." He said, his grin lifting again to assure you there was nothing wrong with him.

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3:09am, the next morning

The sound of rustling sheets filled the silent motel room, noisy linen smacking the pillows along with a heavy sigh emitted from Dean, unable to reach any sleep after his mind constantly returned to the same two minutes of his life that took place in the dirty, grimy auto repair shop. The memory keep circulating, like a train caught in a never ending circle of tracks. The person he saw standing in front of him; leather jacket on white-gloss finish car door, eyes shining like none he'd ever seen before. To say he wasn't falling in love over time and absence would be a lie.