Sad Supernatural Imagines :'(

Dork. (Dean X Friend!Deluna)

Name: Deluna
Age: Whatever age Sam would be here.
(Luna is Dean's long time best friend and she has a massive crush on Sam, but he doesn't feel the same way.)
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"You're such a dork-wad, Luna."
Dean said ruffling my short hair until it tangled into my glasses.
"Ugh. Well you're a fricking dick-head, dick-head."
I mumbled trying furiously to unravel my bangs from my frames.
"Awe, man. Im sorry let me get that."
He says quietly as he gently slides the glasses away from my face.
"Thanks asshat."
"You're very welcome four-eyes."
I smile and put my glasses back on my face.
"So where is that sexy hunk of meat you call a little brother?"
He rolls his eyes and pretends to gag.
"You really gotta stop with the obsession over Sam, sweets, you know he's got a girlfriend. Plus you aren't exactly his type."
That stung.
I pretended it didn't bother me.
"What's his type then, genius."
I asked sarcastically, but I was very serious.
He scratched his chin and sat to the side of me on top of the table.
"Well sexy, fit, strong, powerful, smart, but not smarter than him. That type of thing."
He quickly noticed my face drop and tried to backup his statement.
"N-not that you aren't amazing, Luna. Look, I love the cute, nerdy, huggable thing that you have going on, but that's never been Sam's move."
He tried to grab my hand but I pulled it away.
"I kinda think it's not anyone's move. I don't want to end up alone for the rest of my life, Dean. I've always had you and...Sam...but I need something that I can call mine. Someone that actually thinks that I'm sexy and strong just because I am who I am."
He sighs and groans loudly.
"Dude, you're bumming me out. Go get slutty, I'm taking you to a bar."
I scolded him with a wack on the arm.
"Well I'm sorry that I'm bumming you out, asshat, but if you want to get away from me so bad go drinking yourself."
I didn't feel like going out.
I always end up drinking a bit too much and saying something embarrassing.
The only reason Dean wants to take me out is so that guys will hit on me, but I dont want that anymore, I want Sam.
I love Sam, but maybe Deans right.
I need to stop this.
He doesn't love me back, and I need to accept that.
Maybe this will move me forward.
"Deluna, if you don't march your ass into your room, and get hot, I swear the ice cream and movie for tomorrow is cancelled."
I gasped and put my hand over my heart.
"You wouldn't dare!"
He squints at me and points to my room.
"Oh don't I? Go, now."
I groaned and trudged to my bedroom.
I put on my tightest dress.
Most painful heels.
Reddest lipstick.
Longest lasting mascara.
I was ready.
"Little hoe."
I whispered to myself as I looked in the mirror.
I strutted into the library and threw one of my arms up.
Dean whistled at me as I gave him a spin.
"Humina humina. You look hot."
He grabbed the keys and we headed out for a night of what I knew would be disastrous.
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Two piña colodas and like seven shots later, and I was at the point of no return.
My face and body was numb for the most part, but I felt calm inside.
Warm.
In the back of my head there was this annoying sound.
I couldn't place it.
Stupid noise.
I came to realize that Dean was trying to talk to me.
"I...I wanna dance. You wanna dance?"
Dean shook his head because I was obviously ridiculously intoxicated and slurring all of my words.
I licked my lips.
My friend was really attractive.
I hadn't paid much attention to that before.
"I thought you wanted to find yourself a man."
He said getting closer to me.
Maybe I just had.
"Come dance with me."
This time he didn't get an option.
I drunkenly pulled him into the middle of the crowd and held his body close to mine.
I started moving my hips from side to side, looking him up in down.
Like I was stalking my prey.
I turned around, pressing my back into him, grinding even more.
Eventually, he gave in, and started to move with me.
He put his hands on my hips and nestled his face into my neck.
I turned around again and got my face extremely close to his face.
"You're drunk, you don't really want this."
He said breathing hard.
"I am drunk, but right now, this is all that I want."
I put my hand on his back and pressed him closer to me connecting out lips.
Immediately I knew I had made a mistake.
I didn't stop though.
I let him pull me out of the crowd and into a dark corner of the bar.
Where we continued to drunkenly make out.
I started getting a flashback from my night at prom.
I wanted to ask Sam so badly but before I got the chance he had asked Allison Parker.
One of the most gorgeous girls at school and I knew it was pointless.
Dean ended up taking me instead, out of pity, but even still, I got to party with my best friend, so I won.
I ended up getting drunk there too, and Dean kissed me, just for a second.
Then he told me, and I will never forget:
"Everybody deserves to get kissed on their prom night."
I zoomed back into present time and pulled away from Dean in panic.
"What? What's wrong?"
I shook my head and resisted the urge to run away.
"This is so not okay. It wasn't okay at prom and it's not okay now."
He looked at me in shock.
"PROM? Luna, prom was like a hundred years ago. This is different, Luna, I've wanted to be with you my entire life, but you've always loved Sam. I didn't want to look like the idiot that got rejected by the...the"
"The fucking school dork?"
I scoffed and took another shot.
"That's what it is. You never asked me out because you were embarrassed by me. The same goes for Sam, I suppose. I know that I shouldn't be mad because it was high school, but I get it now, I've never been your type. Let's face it Dean. If you got the chance to be with anyone else now, you would have been, and I would be alone. Wishing that it would have been me with some attractive guy...my head hurts."
I slumped back down into my seat, holding my head.
"Hey, sweets, you feeling okay?"
Dean asked as he pulled me close to his chest and ran his hand up and down my back.
"I think I need to go home...I'm really drunk."
He shook his head and helped me to the car and eventually down the bunker stairs.
"Watch your step."
He whispered as he tried to keep me from stumbling.
"Dean?"
I slurred.
"Yes Luna?"
I pulled away from him and sat in a chair.
He sat down next to me and looked at me warily.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have called you out like that at the bar. I also shouldn't have kissed you. I feel like such a dumbass."
He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"It's okay. I'm also very responsible for the kiss. It's not like I made any effort to stop it...Luna I didn't-"
"Wow. You guys are in rather late."
I looked up to see Sam with no shirt on and low riding pajama pants.
Even drunk I knew to watch my expressions.
"Luna. Are you ok? You look pale."
I nodded and attempted to get up but almost immediately fell into Sam's arms.
"Whoa there, darling. Little drunk are we?"
I chuckled and scrambled to stand up completely.
"Let's get you to bed, okay? Okay."
I nodded.
If I wasn't so drunk I might have remembered the way Dean looked so disappointed.
I would have noticed the anger in Sam's voice when he realized how drunk I was.
Maybe I would have seen the look on Sam's face as he glared at Dean for letting me get this drunk.
But I was very, very, drunk.
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(Yes. There is a part 2.)
Edit~ don't wanna write a part 2 anymore.