Supernatural Imagines: Book One

A Hunter's Hookup

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam (mentioned)

Warnings: Implied smut throughout this whole thing

Summary: You've always hunted solo your entire life. Then you meet Dean Winchester and that all changes.

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Being a lone hunter wasn't always the best life. You've been hunting a while but always kept to yourself. You never really received help from other hunters even if they offered it. You liked hunting alone because then you could make decisions all by yourself and you didn't have to worry about anyone else. As great as that sounded, it did get lonely. You didn't really have anyone to talk about this stuff to. You could call other hunters but if they didn't hunt with you, then they didn't care.

Over the years, you steered clear of other hunters. You made it your business to know who the other hunters were and what they were hunting so you could do the exact opposite. You were still new to the hunting game but not new enough to not know what you were doing. You only come across a handful of hunters but you gathered what they knew even if it was a small amount.

You could count the number of hunters you knew with one hand and those are the ones you stayed away from. Hunting alone wasn't ideal but it's what you knew best. Yeah, you would love it if you could hunt with someone else, to know what trust and dependability were like but it was too risky. You were too risky to put anyone else in danger. You always made the bad decisions that somehow always saved you but they were bad to begin with.

The way you get your company was going to bars, beating hopeless young men as games of pool and taking someone home for the night. It's a way to mask the loneliness for a little while. Back then, you didn't know this was going to be your life but a run in with some fairies and you became a hunter.

Pulling up to the bar, you got out of the taxi you took from the motel room. You didn't have your own car and usually would just steal cars when you went on hunts but you didn't find it useful to steal a car to go to a bar that was miles away. Taking a cab was easier.

You paid the driver and got out, looking around the full parking lot. You spotted a sleek black muscle car that was in too good of condition to be as old as you thought it was. You passed it on your way in and caught a glimpse inside. Even the inside was clean. You would love to own a car like that and maybe when you left your motel, you would steal that one. It sure beat the minivans you stole. You avoided stealing nice cars because then things could happen but with shitty old cars, no one missed them.

Walking into the place, you headed to the bar and took a seat next to a man.

"What can I get for you?" The bartender asked, wiping down some glasses.

"Whiskey, neat, please." You smiled and the bartender nodded before getting the drink ready.

"I don't think I've seen too many women drink that kind of drink." The man next to you said. You looked at him and wow, he was even more gorgeous up close. You knew he was hot just by his shoulders and back but now that you've seen his face, you knew you had to take him home with you.

"Well, I guess I'm not like other women." You took the drink the bartender put in front of you and downed it quickly, asking for another one.

"Rough night?" The man asked.

"You have no idea." You said. You just got back from a rough hunt and needed to relax.

"I'm Dean," Dean stook out his hand and you shook it, telling him your name. "So, you from around here?"