Supernatural Sister Imagines

Imagine #15: Protection

Imagine: A boy comes up to you in a diner and flirts with you, being really touchy, and Sam and Dean come to the rescue.

Age: 16

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You sat in the booth sipping quietly at the coffee in front of you, waiting for your brothers to meet you there. You were on a hunt and had split up to talk to victims, and the three of you were supposed to meet back up at the diner.

You didn't even notice the teenage boy with swoopy blonde hair and striking green eyes until he had sat across from you in the booth. Your eyes snapped up to meet his and you gripped your coffee a little tighter.

"Hi there, what's your name?" He said, running a hand through his locks and wriggling his eyebrows.

"Y/n, who the hell are you?" You retorted, leaning back in the seat apprehensively. You eyes darted behind the boy to the door, hoping to spot your brothers walking in, but they were nowhere to be found.

"The name's Dylan. I noticed that your sitting alone." He flashed a smile, reaching across the table to touch your wrist and you shifted in your seat uncomfortably.

"And?"

"And, what's a beautiful girl like you sitting alone for?" He asked, leaning forward and attempting to push a lock of h/c hair from your eyes, but you jerked back before he could touch you.

"Waiting for someone." This seemed to dishearten the boy, for his eyes lost their spark for a moment and his shoulders seemed to droop a little.

"A date?"

"No." Upon hearing your response he perked up again and gave a seductive smirk.

"Well, how about me and you ditch this person you're waiting for and make it a real date, if you know what I mean?" He winked and you had to take a sip of your coffee to avoid laughing in his face. For what he didn't know, was that Sam and Dean were standing directly behind him, and both looked pissed.

"Hey buddy," Dylan whipped around like lightning as Dean's voice, fuming, cracked through the air like a whip, "Why don't you give us our seat and leave our baby sister the hell alone?"

Dylan stood, and found himself shorter than both brothers, looking up at the wall of angered flannel with obvious fear, swallowing hard and sweating.

"Yes, yes sir. Sorry." He slipped past the two of them and hurried toward the door, their glares following him consecutively the whole way there.

"And don't come back." Sam called. You were doubled over in silent laughter as Sam slid in across you and Dean sat beside you.

"Oh my God, that was amazing." You snorted through your laughter, clutching your gut. Sam rolled his eyes as you returned your attention to your coffee, still giggling a little.

"Nobody touches my baby girl," Dean said to no one in particular, wrapping a protective arm around you and kissing the side of your head. You smiled, blushing a little as Dean placed his cheek atop your scalp.

"God, that guy was a jerk." You commented, clutching your still warm coffee.

"Yeah, well, he's gone, and let me tell you," Sam placed his elbow on the table and pointed to you, "anyone tries to flirt with you again we'll rip his head off."

"Yep." Dean confirmed cheerfully. You rolled your eyes, chuckling.

"Well, thanks for the help, boys."