Supernatural Imagines: Book One

Hungry Hangover

Characters: Drunk!Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: This is a pile of fluff garbage

Summary: You were promised a night to yourself but when Sam calls, needing you to take care of your drunk husband, your night takes a weird turn.

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"Okay, Winchester, you better have a good reason for calling me." You said into the phone. You were having a nice time at the closest hunter bar near the Bunker. Dean so graciously let you use his car but you knew the only reason he did that was because you were his wife.

"Dean stop it!" Sam said, not directing it at you. You chuckled, wondering what your husband has gotten himself into. "You still there?"

"Yes, Sam. Why are you calling me? You told me I could have a night out by myself. I'm trying to beat some cocky men at a pool game." You held your phone between your cheek and shoulder while lining your shot. You hit the cue ball and made one of the solid balls in the pocket. You smirked and as the hunters groaned, you tried to focus on your next move.

"Yeah, I know we did." Sam sighed, trying to keep his brother from drinking any more.

"What did he do?" You asked and made another shot but missed this time. You blamed Sam for distracting you.

"Well, just after you left we decided to have a guy's night but he ended up drinking too much and now he's wasted." You sighed at this. You knew how Dean got when he got wasted.

"Can't you just take care of it?" You asked.

"I am not taking care of a 40-year-old drunk man who liked to touch people a little too much. We'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Fine, I'll be there in a few." You hung up and smirked and lined your shot and shot the cue ball at your last solid and the eight ball. You were lucky and made it both in, winning the bet people placed. The men groaned and pouted, handing over the money.

"Thank you, boys." You smirked at them, pocketing the money.

"Want to go another round?" A man asked.

"Can't. Have a drunk husband at home." You smiled and waved at them, before leaving the bar. You got in the car and made it back to the Bunker in no time. You parked the car and walked in through the front door, walking down the metal stairs.

"Y/N!" You heard Dean say. You looked down and saw Dean rush in the room, his brother rushing after him.

"Hey, baby." You smiled and got to the bottom of the stairs before looking at Sam with raised eyebrows.

"Okay, you're here. Great. Now you can take care of him." Sam gave you a smile before disappearing from your sights. You rolled your eyes but looked at your drunk husband.

"You really are a handful." You smiled and set your purse down before walking over to him.

"Man, you are hot." Dean slurred, leaning on your body for support. You learned to support his weight after countless of hunts where he was injured and you had to carry him into the car. It was hard but you managed.

"Okay, we need to get you water. How much did you have to drink?" You asked and he grinned at you.

"Just a few bottles." He shrugged and you pushed him off you. He stumbled a little but leaned against the war table.

"Okay, well, why don't we get you into bed? Doesn't that sound nice?" You asked, walking past him but he grabbed your waist and pulled you into his body. You certainly welcomed the intrusion but he was drunk. Even though he would act like this any other day, it would still be wrong to take advantage of him this way. You knew he would always welcome your touch but it still felt wrong. He would act the same way with you.