Supernatural Imagines

"You're Gawking Again" (Dean)

🎶Song for the Imagine🎶: 'Versace On The Floor' by Bruno Mars 😍🔥

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You slithered into your sleeveless, black dress that fit you perfectly. Showing off your curves, it reached till your ankles, with a slit on the side.

You put on matching stilettos and curled your hair with your curling iron. You wore some shiny and definitely expensive-looking diamond earrings (they were fake but they look the part) and a matching choker.

Your makeup was simple but it suited you so well. You grabbed your purse and placed your phone in it, along with your lipstick.

The reason you're all dolled-up is because you and the Winchesters have a case involving a shifter in town. This shifter likes stealing priceless objects and it's likely that he'll appear at the town's biggest party at the most wealthy people's house.

You walked towards the library, the sound of your heels clacking on the floor sounded pleasant to you.

You peeked into the library, seeing Dean working on his laptop and taking a sip from the beer bottle close to him. You walked into the large room slowly.

"Hey [y/n]-"

He almost choked on his drink, the bottle almost slipped put of his hands. "Hi Dean, how do I look?" You asked twirling around with your arms out.

He mumbled something under his breath, you didn't catch it. He adjusted himself in his seat, he looked uncomfortable all of a sudden.

You walked towards him and Dean continued to stare at you, not saying a single word that you could understand.

"What's wrong? Do I not look okay?" You questioned and he shook his head. "Uh, y-you look... You look good-g-great. Yeah, great," He stuttered and you smiled widely.

You skipped away, noticing Sam walking towards the library. Dean glanced to his lower body and gulped. He was so uncomfortable right now.

"Hey [y/n]! You look smashing," Sam complimented you and you kissed his cheek. "Thank you Sammy," You said, "Let's go! Dean?"

You looked his way and he shot up, completely flustered. "Huh? I'm ready... let's go," He ran a hand through his hair and grabbed the car keys.

How am I supposed to get rid of this?! He thought and sighed.

*****

He continued to glance towards you, You were sitting in the passenger seat while Sam did a little further digging on the people who live in the fancy house as well as the party.

You kept eyeing Dean's behaviour, he had a hand in his lap as if he was hiding something.

"Dean are you-"

"Okay so these people are exactly what we thought though they do have a specific way they behave. Here, read this and if you find them acting odd then you know something's up," Sam handed you his phone and you scrolled through the webpage.

You groaned a bit, making Dean bite his lip. You suddenly felt really hot and decided to open the window a bit to let in some fresh air.

You arrived at the house in the next ten minutes and immediately after you walked away from the boys, Dean scrambled out of the car and leaned against it, breathing heavily.

"You okay-"

"Don't," Dean glared at his brother, "Every switch in my body is turned on and I won't hesitate to punch you." Sam backed away slightly, raising his eyebrows.

"I think somebody should have some alone time when we get home," Sam suggested and Dean gave him the death stare.

*****

"Shouldn't we check on her?" Dean bit his nails. He rarely does it but being all turned on has made him more anxious.

"She's a great hunter and she can defend herself," Sam reasoned but Dean shook his head.

"I'm going in, I need to know that she's okay," He told and Sam rolls his eyes. "She's fine, You don't have to go," Sam stated bit after seeing the separation in his brother's eyes, he shrugged and let's Dean go.

The older Winchester walked towards the grand house and entered inside. They had worn slightly better clothes than normal casual so he didn't look that odd.

He looks around desperately, trying to find you in the crowd of people but-

There... right in front of him, walking his way. You ran a hand through your hair, hips swaying and a smile plastered on your face. Upon seeing Dean you increased your pace.

"Dean! What are you doing here?" You questioned suspiciously and he looked at you nervously. "I came to check on you," He answered and you raised an eyebrow.

You started walking ahead, down a corridor where there were less people around. At a moment it was just you and Dean in the hallway.

"Dean, I'm not a child. I can definitely take care of my-AHHHHH!" You exclaimed as he dragged you into one of the bedrooms. Dean locked the door and stared at you from top to bottom.

"Son of a bitch..." He mumbled and you crossed your arms. "What?" You felt annoyed with the brother.

"Damn you look fine," He commented and you grinned, "I don't think they'll mind us using one of their many bedrooms."

You and Dean had an on-again and off-again relationship. You'd sleep together occasionally, whenever you felt the sudden urge to let go but it wasn't anything serious.

You walked towards him slowly, smirking and pushing him softly towards the closest wall.

"Do you need help with that?" You asked, licking your lips. "W-What? I don't-"

"Oh please, you get what I mean," You cleared your throat and looked at his jeans. Before he could respond, you stepped closer to him till your body was literally sandwiched to his.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, swaying from side to side slowly. He moaned loudly and you chuckled.

Dean was so close to losing his senses because of the way you were making him feel. You always thought and witnessed him as the dominating type. Well, for now you were wrong.

"Somebody wants to be charged around tonight," You teased and he took in a sharp breath. "That bed looks comfy," You whispered, "You want to test it out?"

"Oh God please."