Supernatural Imagines

Skates (Dean x Reader)

Dean stepped out into the night air, an icy wind biting his face. He wrapped his jacket tighter around him and called out for you. When he didn't get an answer, he started to get worried. 'Where could she have gone?' he wondered.

He had woken up to find your side of the bed empty and when he didn't see you wondering around the cabin the three of you had rented while working on a hunt in the national forest, he got dressed to see if you were getting something from the car. He tried your phone again, but it went straight to voicemail.

"Damn it." He mumbled. He started out into the snow and noticed footprints leading around the back of the cabin toward the pond. He pulled his gun out and pointed it in front of him as he followed. As he came closer to the pond near the back of the property, he saw you skating alone. He sighed and put his gun away, walking closer to the edge of the frozen water.

You looked so peaceful gliding around, your hair blowing behind you. It looked so effortless and, for a moment, Dean wondered what that felt like; to just not have to try so hard at every step. He quickly shook the thought out of his mind. 'That's not the way things work for me and Sam. You might as well get used to it.' He scolded himself.

"You're going to catch pneumonia out here." Dean shouted, his voice startling you as it cut through the quiet of the forest. You glanced back at him over your shoulder and turned, skidding to a stop.

"It's not that cold." You laughed. Dean just huffed and stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets, his breath making smoke clouds around him.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked sarcastically as you skated closer to where he was waiting.

"What's it look like?" You teased him, a coy smile on your lips.

"It looks like you lost your mind." He answered, rolling his eyes.

"I'm just having a little fun, Dean." You told him, determined not to let his sour disposition ruin your good mood. "You should try it." You added.

"That's not going to happen." He said. You laughed, finding the way he was pouting adorable as always. You stepped off the ice and sat down on the bench near him. He reluctantly went and sat down next to you. "What are you really doing? It's the middle of the night, Y/N" He said to you, his voice calm and with obvious concern.

You took a deep breath and your shoulders sagged. "I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about the case and everything I wish I had done differently. I knew we were leaving tomorrow and I wouldn't have another chance to come out here so I just did it."

"You know that there really isn't anything you could have done to change what happened. I know its hard, but we can't save everyone. We just have to remember the ones we can save, like that girl and her son." Dean pointed out, pulling his hand out of his jacket to put his arm around you and pull you close to him.

"I know." You said, putting your head on his shoulder. "You know, I used to skate all the time when I was little, but I haven't done it in so long. I guess I just wanted to see if I would still enjoy it."

"Looks like you were." He said, bringing a smile back to your face.

"What about you? Did you and Sam like ice skating when you were little?" You tested. It was so seldom that Dean said anything about his childhood. You knew they were raised as hunters, that they moved around constantly, and that Dean was usually the one responsible for Sam, but details were still few and far between.

"We never learned." He said plainly. You pulled back to look him in the face, shocked.

"Come on, let me teach you." You said. Dean could hear the excitement in your voice and he shook his head.