Supernatural imagines

You're an artist reader x Dean

Y/n Pov:

I walked over to the small shops wall, putting down my last can of paint. I put down a tarp and sat down on it. Looking at the wall I was hired to paint and put a design on, not knowing where to start. The local tattoo shop wanted art on the side of their studio and had hired me. I grab my large sketch pad and start with a simple pin up girl in the corner, adding in roses. The normal things people get tattooed. I add in a semi colon and the tattoo shops name Inked For Life. I added in more flowers and a tattoo gun. I smile at the drawing and begin to transfer a light outline of it onto the wall.

"Excuse me." I hear a man say and I turn to see a guy in a suit, sparkling bright green eyes and short brown hair. "Can I help you?" He nods. "Have you seen a women named Taylor, short, long blonde hair, inked up quit a bit?" I shook my head. "Sorry, I haven't." I say and look back at the outline of the painting. "Okay, what are you doing out here?" He asks, taking a step closer. "What's it to you?" I see him arch his eyebrow. "Its detective Ackles thank you. I'm apart of the FBI." I turn and look at him. "Well shit, sorry." I see him reach for my sketch book and I quickly grab it. "Hands off the art Detective Ackles." He gave me a small smile. "Would you like anything Ms. Art lady?" I laugh. "A coffee would be lovely." He smiles. "Iced coffee?" I nod my head. "How'd you know?" He laughed. "Your paint brushes are in the cup they use for iced coffee's at Tim Hortans." I smile "Yeah." "I'll be back in a bit darling. Don't run off anywhere." I laugh "Yea, I'm totally going to abandon my art supplies." I say sarcastically as he walks away.

Music from the tattoo shop was blasting, I was working on a latter. Putting detail on the tattoo gun that was touching the bleeding rose. My mind only on the line work to the mural. I dipped my paint brush back into the grey paint and finished up the needle on the gun. I grabbed the paint and carefully got down the latter.

"Hey there darling." I turned around and saw detective Ackles standing with a tray that has two coffees on it. "Got you something." He said and I smiled. "Thank you." I say and I put down the can on paint. I walk over, careful not to trip on anything. He was leaning against a wall, a tight blue flannel on, outlining the muscle on his arms. A pair of blue jeans on him with a pair of ratty combat boots. He handed the tray over and I grabbed my iced coffee and handed the tray back. "That looks amazing." I smile, my art being appreciated always bringing a large smile to my face, warming my heart and soul. "Thank you." I smile and take a sip of the iced coffee. The sun going down, the sunset being a mix of purples and dark blues and light pinks. I leaned next to him and he put an arm around my shoulder. Pulling my to stand closer to him, almost tucked into his side. "Call me Dean." "Thank you for the coffee Dean."