Supernatural Imagines

Safety First (Dean)

"We should go, this is an important case," Dean said and Sam nodded. You nodded too and stood up from your seat, "Okay, I'll get my things ready."

"Uh, what?" Dean looked at you with confusion, "No way am I letting you on this hunt. It's too risky, for you and for us." You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes.

"Sorry but you could ruin the whole thing with your..." He added on and gestured to your whole body. You raised an eyebrow, "Mine? You mean 'OUR' baby Dean."

He sighed, about to say something but you butted in. "You said it's important and I can help out. I'm capable of hunting for now and I don't want my child ending up without a father!" You argued and he huffed. Sam stood their awkwardly, a small smile creeping on his lips.

"But you could get hurt and it could hurt the baby," Dean stepped closer. You moved towards him, closing the gap between you two and wrapping your arms around his waist.

"So you'll be there, and I know you'll do everything to protect me from getting hurt," You smiled smugly and he ran a hand through your hair, kissing your forehead.

He rested his hand on your four month grown stomach and rubbed small circles with his thumb. Dean looked to his brother and sighed loudly, "Fine you can come with us." You smiled excitedly but Dean put his finger up.

"On one condition that you don't leave the motel," He stated and you sulked. You pulled away from the cosy close embrace and pushed his arm lightly.

"Dean! I can take care of myself!" You exclaimed, "I'll stay in between a sandwich of Winchester brothers okay?" He thought for a moment, rubbing his forehead then nodding slowly.

You kissed his cheek then hurried to your bedroom to pack both of your bags with clothes and more.

*****

You walked into the library to find Sam packing a few books into his duffel bag. You placed the two bags you just packed for you and Dean on a table.

"Hey, where's Dean?" You asked Sam. "I think he's in the garage. He didn't say anything about why though," Sam answered and you nodded.

You made your way to the garage and squeezed through the slightly open door. "Hey Dean I-"

You stopped as you watched Dean work on the inside of the Impala with tools set on the table at the side. He got out and took a screwdriver then crawled back into the front seats.

You sneaked up to car, startling Dean when he got out. "W-What are you doing here?" He looked a little nervous, glancing at the insides of the car and back to you.

"I should be asking the same question to you," You squinted, "I came here to tell you that the bags are packed but... I'm not leaving without an answer about what you're doing."

You placed your hands on your hips and tried to analyse what was going on. Dean hoped that you'd just forget about it nd walk off but you remained standing right next to him.

"I uh..." He sighed then took a deep breath, "I'm f-fixing the seat belts of the front seats." You looked at him with a questioning look.

"They were broken and I had bought new straps earlier. Now that you're coming on the hunt I thought that it's best if I just fix them," Dean explained, rubbing his neck.

"I don't want you to get hurt. I want you to be safe so you need seatbelts in the car when we're driving," He said and you hugged him, to his surprise.

He was caught off-guard but he soon wrapped his arms around your back. "You the sweetest you know that? I'm so lucky to have you," You told, "I'll be fine honestly. Just... drive slow."

"And reach after three days? Yeah... no. If I didn't fix the belts I'd have one arm over you for the whole way, or make you sit in the back which I know you don't like," He smiled and you pecked his lips.

"How can you be so caring? I've never met someone like you," You said and ran a hand through his hair, "You shouldn't worry about me okay?"

Dean sighed, "I trust you and I know you're amazing at defending yourself but the main reason for me refusing to let you come was that the belts weren't fixed and... you know I'm lazy!"

You chuckled and squeezed his arms, "You're the most caring man I've met... and the laziest, no doubt." He had a proud smile on his face and you kissed him on the lips, this time more passionately and for longer.

"Are the seats still the same?" You asked and he looked at you, puzzled, "Yeah, why?" You grinned and pulled his hand to the back seats.

"I think Sam wouldn't mind us being here for five more minutes," You said and Dean cocked an eyebrow. You got in, then Dean did, shutting the door behind him. He had started the car and the it conditioning was cooling the inside.

"I love the seats of the Impala honestly," You smirked and he pulled you closer by your waist, pressing his lips to yours.