Supernatural Imagines and One-shots (Requests Closed)

Domesticated Hunter - Dean

Y/N/N=your nickname

You'd been working with the Winchesters for three years now. You were a hunter but you were more than content to stay behind in the bunker or at the hotel and do research. You'd seen enough gore to last you a lifetime. You kept things clean and cooked for the brothers. Anything that made their lives a little easier as you liked to say. Your contribution to making the world a safer place was taking care of the Winchesters.

Sam and Dean were thrilled with this arrangement because it meant they didn't have to worry about you getting hurt and who wouldn't want someone cleaning and cooking for them. "Boys!" you yelled as you put the last of the food on the table for dinner. 

You smiled as you heard footsteps hurrying in your direction. They liked your cooking enough that you never had to wrangle them to the table. They always came willingly.

"Smells awesome, Y/N. What are we having?" Dean asked as he slid into his seat. 

You lifted the foil off the pan on the table to reveal your lasagna. 

Sam beamed. "My favorite."

"Cassie, it's lasagna night," you called. A flutter of wings answered you as the angel appeared beside the table. 

"Thank you, Y/N," he said and took a seat.

You were getting ready to sit yourself when you heard another flutter of wings. Gabriel appeared with a wide grin. "Did somebody say lasagna?"

You rolled your eyes and gestured to one of the empty seats. "Help yourself, trickster. I made plenty."

He rubbed his hands together and sat, immediately dishing up his food. You shook your head as you sat between Sam and Dean. The elder Winchester had filled your plate for you. "Thanks, Dean."

He gave you his signature smirk. "No problem, babe." 

Your face heated at the nickname and Dean chuckled. Jerk. Though you'd never confessed you were certain that Dean knew exactly how you felt about him and only flirted with you to embarrass you. 

***

Dinner finished and you let the others clear the table and wash the dishes. It was the least they could do when you cooked. Besides, you needed to go to the store. You grabbed your old military jacket off its hook and stuck your head in the kitchen. It appeared Gabe had taken off and left the other three to do the work. "I've got to run to the store. Any requests?"

Dean opened his mouth and you cut him off. "Besides beer and pie." He grinned at you and turned back to the sink.

The other two shook their heads. 

"All right. I'll be back."

"Hey, Y/N/N," Dean called and you turned back. He tossed you his keys and you snatched them out of the air. "Take care of her."

You grinned, not believing he was letting you drive Baby without you having to beg. Given the look on Sam's face, he didn't believe it either. "Of course I will, Dean. She's in good hands."

"I know she is."

You headed toward the garage with a skip in your step. "Oh, Dean, there's homemade pie in the fridge," you yelled over your shoulder. 

"Yes!" you heard and you laughed as you slid into the beautiful black Impala. 

***

You loaded the last of the grocery bags into the back seat. No sooner had you shut the door than you were grabbed from behind and a cloth placed over your nose and mouth. A chemical sweet smell filled your nose as you tried to scream. Ugh, chloroform. You hated the stuff as it gave you a horrible headache.