Dean Winchester Imagines

The day that changed my Life

"Emily, hurry up!" my friend, Rae, yelled from the living room of my home.
"Five more minutes, please!" I said. I wasn't in a rush to get to the bar, but my friend was. I was busy doing my makeup because she urged me to. She said I needed to get all dressed up because I needed to meet somebody. She's the one to be talking, I have better luck with guys. She knows that, but she only wants the best for me. I just want to find the right guy. I don't think I'm gonna find him in a bar.
"Hurry!" I hear from the living room.
"Done. I'm coming." I say.
"About time." Rae says as I'm walking into the living room. "Get in the truck."
"Ohhh, bossy today, huh?" I say with attitude, and Rae scoffs.
*In the car*
"Do you really think a bar is a good place to find love? I think it's just gonna be full of drunks and people wanting...you know."
Rae sighs. "Look, if you don't find anyone that interest you we can go someplace else. There's a club right down the road."
"But why do you think I have to meet someone at a bar or club? Why can't we enjoy and burger at McDonald's and let the night control itself?" I ask.
"You really think you're gonna find someone at McDonald's?" Rae laughed.
"It's better than a bar!" I say. "My point is, I don't want to find the wrong guy. A guy who gets drunk every night at a bar, or parties every night at a club. I'd rather meet a guy at McDonald's...or Walmart. Some where where I'm not just looking for love, it finds me."
"We're here." Rae says, hopping out the truck.
It's like she blew off everything I just said.
Rae makes her way into the bar, as I'm still in the truck trying to figure out if I want to go too. I don't really want to, but I get out of the truck anyways and my skirt got caught on the door and ripped. Just great. I open the tool box, reaching for a pair of my black skinny jeans. "These are far more comfy anyways." I slip them on under my skirt, button them up, and rip the skirt off, throwing it into the tool box.
I pull my self together at the door of the bar. I took a deep breath, and opened the door. I look around, the number of people overwhelming me. I don't see Rae, so I make my way to the front, asking for two shots of whatever they pick. As my shots arrive, I take one. I spot Rae flirting it up with some guy.
I look back to my shots, pushing the second one back. "This is stupid" I whisper.
"What's stupid?" I hear over my shoulder. I don't look back.
"Nothing." I reply.
The man sits down beside me. "Hey." He says.
"Hey." I say back, grabbing my next shot and chugging it.
"Down in the dumps?" The man asks.
"I guess you could say that." I say, finally looking over at him. "Oh my gosh."
"What?" He says. "Is there something on my face?"
"No. I'm sorry. I- I saw a good looking dude behind you." I said, trying to cover up the fact that I thought he was super, super good looking.
He winked at me. "Two shots of whatever she got." He said to the bartender, still looking at me. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name. I'm Dean...you?"
"Emily." I reply.
"Well I-" Dean couldn't complete his sentence, as his phone started ringing. "I'm sorry", he said picking up the phone.
"Sam, I can't really talk right now." Dean said. "But-" Dean sighed. "Whatever, fine." He said, hanging up.
"Have to go?" I asked.
"Yeah, here.." Dean pulled out a pen. "Let me pay for those shots you already got, and a few more."
"No, really. You don't have to." I said.
"I want to. Check for me and this lady please."
When Dean was handed the check, he signed it, sliding it back to me so I could. And with that, he got up and walked away. I signed, and quickly realized there was a number written on the check. Clever.