Supernatural Imagines.

7°° The Happy Couple

“Could you take any longer in the bathroom?” asked Dean when you slid into the backseat.

“Sorry but we don’t all have the hygiene routine of an animal,” you shot back glaring at the back of his head.

“Guys! We’ve got four hours in this car before we even get there. Let’s not add more victims to the list in the process,” said Sam, looking between you and Dean like you were children. You scoffed and looked out the window, wishing you could have stayed home for this one. Dean had been at your throat lately and your response was to give it right back.

You wished you knew why he’d decided to start going against all those promises he gave you. It was only petty arguing but you could feel him slipping away, into his old self. Most of all you missed how he used to smile when he saw you.

Now it was like he was deciding when the best time to say goodbye was.

“Cursed object at the museum. It fits,” said Sam, slamming a book shut from where he sat in the motel kitchenette. 

“Great. Let’s grab it and get the hell out of this place,” said Dean, poking his plastic fork into his takeout carton. 

“Were you not listening to him at all before?” you asked Dean from the other bed. “It’s in a high security vault. We can’t just walk in. Even doing the federal authorities schtick is riskier than I’m comfortable with.”

“Wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable now would we,” said Dean, stabbing his food. 

“Y/N,” said Sam, tossing you the keys to the Impala as Dean looked ready to kill. “Go to that mall we passed a few miles back and buy a fancy dress and stuff. Dean and I can walk.”

“Walk where? Unless it’s to get a drink-”

“There’s a Gala at the museum tonight. Plenty of people milling around, security will be too busy to notice a few party goers slip past. We need to get you a tux Dean,” said Sam.

“This’ll never work,” you said, standing and grabbing your coat anyways. Dean hummed in agreement, the first time he’d been on your side in something in who knew who long.

“You’re right, it won’t if you can’t act like a happy in love couple,” said Sam. Dean glanced down at his lap, knowing Sam was fed up with the situation as much as you were.

“We’ll just have to pretend that we are then,” you said, walking out the door. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Oh sweetie that’s gorgeous on you!” said the woman walking past as you looked in the mirror outside your dressing room. “Big date tonight?”

“No,” you said a little sadly, examining the black dress you wore. It was very pretty, something Dean would probably have adored a long time ago. It hugged in the right places and showed off some skin but was classy enough for a fancy event. 

“You okay?” she asked and part of you really wished this stranger would go away and leave you alone. But there was something about them, like the person you sit next to on a plane, you can tell them things you don’t tell anyone because you’ll never see them again.

“I have a date with my boyfriend,” you said, running your hands over the soft material. “I think he’s going to break up with me soon.”

“No he won’t,” she said, watching your strained expression. “If you’re trying, he’s trying too which means he’s not going to end things.”

“Thanks,” you said, offering a soft smile. 

“I saw a great pair of heels two stores down that would go perfect with that,” she said, giving you one back before leaving you to yourself. But you quickly remembered you weren’t going on a real date. This was for a case and nothing more.