Supernatural One Shots And Imagines

Dean Imagine

This was not my idea; credit is on the photo. However, the story based on the idea is mine.

~WS

I stirred slightly in my sleep, the same nightmare haunting me for the past few months.

I rolled over on my side, clenching my eyes shut tighter and grasping the covers in my balled fist. As the nightmare began to end, I awoke with a hand grasping my waist.

My eyes flashed open to see Dean on the pillow next to me, sleeping peacefully. A thousand thoughts raced through my head as to how he got there.

Did we have sex? No.
Did I invite him in here? I don't think so!
Was he drunk and got confused?

I sniffed the air he breathed out.

No, he isn't drunk.
What the hell, then?

I stared at him a bit longer. Man, he was so...delectable.

I widened my eyes.

No! What am I, crazy? I can't call my best friend cute! Even though he is pretty- STOP.

I covered my rosy red cheeks with my hands, beginning to feel the urge to scoot closer to him. Against him.

I've always liked Dean, I just never knew how to tell him. Maybe now was my chance.

I turned my back to him, carefully inching my body against his. His arm snaked over my waist again, pulling me tight against him.

I felt his lips graze my ear, "You were having that dream again," he whispered.

"I heard you screaming, and I couldn't help but come running, Y/N."

I blushed as he whispered into my ear like that. His warm breath on my neck made me melt.

I waited a moment, until I thought he was asleep again. I mustered the courage to say four quiet words, "I like you, Dean."

I felt his lips against my neck. A soft kiss, gentle and slow. It was all I had ever hoped for. I didn't need to know whether or not he liked me too, because that kiss was my answer. I had never expected Dean to be so kind and loving, but I'm glad I found out. I smiled, closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep in his arms.