Supernatural Imagines.

5°° Babe, where's my razor?

It all started on a hunt a while back when you and Dean were stuck in a motel in the middle of nowhere. Dean had forgotten to pack his razor and since there was no drugstore in sight, he didn’t care which resulted in the sexy scruff that was starting to show itself on his cheeks.

Of course you didn’t mind. The opposite was the case actually. Watching him sit at the coffee table with his left elbow propped up, his heavenly scruffy face resting on his hand, was a view you thoroughly enjoyed.

Sadly, the morning after you guys returned to the bunker your new favorite thing about Dean was gone. You could have simply told him to keep it but you couldn’t stand seeing that self-satisfied smirk you were sure would play across his full lips once you admitted your weakness.

The next time you went on a hunt Dean did not forget to pack his razor, much to your disappointment.

But you came up with something that would hopefully work. Now it was your turn to smirk.

“I’m going to grab us something to eat. I’ll be back in half an hour,” your gorgeous, green-eyed boyfriend told you before he left the room.

Time to get to work.

You made your way to Dean’s duffel bag and after searching through it for a few seconds you found the evil object which kept that amazing scruff away from you.

Discarding it quickly you stood in the middle of the room but your victory was short lived. You knew Dean would go to the drugstore next to the motel to get a new one when he wouldn’t be able to find it, so you needed a backup plan.

Some may think that you were crazy for doing this but you didn’t care. You were firmly determined to go to all extents in order to accomplish your mission.

15 minutes fast forward you stood at the cash register of the closest drugstore, your shopping bag containing every single razor they had.

Looking down at your watch, you realized Dean would be back soon, so you paid for the products and tried to ignore the cashier’s weird looks.

“What? I’m a hairy women, got somethin’ to say?” You tried to justify buying 18 razors at once but seemingly that weirded the cashier out even more.

“Urgh, whatever,” mumbling to yourself you walked back to the motel, not forgetting to throw your shopping bag away.

Dean came back with burgers shortly after you and gladly didn’t notice you were gone.

The morning after that you were laying in bed when you heard Dean shuffling through his bag.

“Babe, where’s my razor? I could swear I packed it.”

Oh shit.

“I dunno baby. You must have left it in the bathroom back in the bunker.” Please Chuck, let him believe it. Please, please, please.

“Well I can’t pretend to be a fed like this. I’ll go to the store down the road to grab one then. Be ready when I get back, we don’t have much time.” He made his way out the door. You noticed the five o’clock shadow on his face which left you satisfied.

How could something so irrelevant make you have the craziest fantasies?

While you got ready your mind drifted away.

That stubble would feel so good between your-

Your thoughts were interrupted by the older Winchester entering the motel room.

“Can you believe they didn’t have any razors left? What kind of store doesn’t have razors?”

Keep a straight face Y/N. Don’t mess this up.

”Uhm, I guess someone bought the last one before you. Whatever, Dean. Like you said we don’t have time. We have to be at the police station in ten minutes.”

You didn’t miss the suspicious look he sent your way. He couldn’t know, right?

“Yeah you’re right. Let’s get going.”

Two days later you and your beloved scruffy Dean were unpacking your stuff back in the bunker.

“Hey, uhh Y/N. I just looked everywhere and I can’t find my shaver and Sammy doesn’t know either. Do you know where it is by any chance?” he questioned you.

You turned your head slowly and looked at him. “Why would I know Dean? I have no idea.”

He crossed his arms over his broad, flannel-covered chest. He frowned, while squinting his eyes and nodding slightly.

“You sure?”

“Yeees… Why wouldn’t I be?” you dragged your words in pretended confusion.

“Come on Y/N. I’m aware of the little game you’ve been playing. Give up already.”

Your cheeks flushed red. “Wait, what? No, no, no! How did you know? There’s no way!”

“Because I’m pretty sure that I saw my shaver broken in the trash can when we were at the motel…”

But you made sure to put it at the bottom, so he wouldn’t notice. Shit.

You didn’t know what to say so you simply stared at his face with wide eyes and slightly open mouth.

That smirk you didn’t want to see appeared on his face. “Also the cashier told me about a crazy woman, who bought all the razors and his description fit you perfectly.”

Your gaze wandered down to your feet in embarrassment. Dean made his way towards you and put his arms around you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, to leave a gentle kiss there. His scruff tickled you while he did so.

“Besides that babe, you slept with your hand on my face the entire night and you talked in your sleep about evil razors.”

“Oh shut up!” you exclaimed and put your own arms around his neck. Neither of you could contain your laughter at this point.

After all, you would at least get to keep seeing your boyfriend a little while longer with his hot-as-hell facial hair.

The embarrassment was definitely worth it.