Supernatural Imagines: Book One

Naughty Intentions

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam (mentioned), Danneel (mentioned), Misha (mentioned)

Warnings: Fluff with a side of implied smut?

Summary: You're placed in an alternative universe where you, Sam and Dean are actors instead of hunters. All you want is to go home but while you wait, you come across the scary world of Tumblr.

Author's Note: This is NOT wife-hate! I love Danneel and I think her and Jensen are goals. So please don't take this fic as I hate Danneel because I don't. This is unbeta'd and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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Out of everything you've ever hunted, witches were your least favorite. You didn't like how they could literally do anything with the right spell or ingredients. You never knew what you were going to get with them when dealing with them.

The last thing you expected from them is for them to send you to a fucking alternative universe. You knew Carver Edlund wrote the Supernatural books and you knew there was a fan base around it but he stopped writing them and over time, the fan base kind of disappeared.

You got all the copies you could find and burned them all. You dealt with that and was done with that. When the witches sent you, Sam and Dean to an alternative universe, the fan base was much larger and very much active.

Apparently, there was a world where you, Sam and Dean were actors on a show called Supernatural. Sam and Dean said they've done this before and so they weren't surprised when you all woke up one day and expected to act for cameras.

Since they've done this before, they've gotten pretty good at the acting thing but you've never seen anything like this before. You didn't know how to act or who to trust. Dean wasn't Dean and Sam wasn't Sam anymore. Castiel wasn't even himself. Instead, a Jensen, Jared, and Misha replaces the men you once knew. Sam and Dean were still themselves, kind of, which made you a little comfortable but t was like Castiel didn't even know who you were anymore. The only person who would be able to put you back into your own world couldn't help. Misha always thought you were joking when you talked like you were still in the show and left you alone. Sam and Dean had to tell you that he wasn't going to be any help and to get back, you were on your own.

To figure out where to start looking, you had Sam pretend to be sick which gave him time to sneak off set and do some research on how to get you back home. As for you and Dean, you were stuck with everyone else. It was kind of weird to be around Dean since back home, you two were a couple but on set, Jensen had a wife that wasn't you. Her name was Danneel and as much as you wanted to bite her head off for touching your man, you had to suffer in silence.

In order to restrain yourself around her, you stayed in your trailer. You resulted in entertaining yourself with the internet. Things were different here, you looked up yourself and they knew everything about you. Your parents weren't killed by a monster, in fact, they were still alive. Your sisters and brothers were living happily with their spouses. You had a normal life here which you've always wanted but you weren't with Dean.

Would you sacrifice your relationship for the life you've always wanted?

You didn't like where this was taking you so you decided to look up Dean Winchester online to see what would come up. A lot of things did but one of the things caught your eye above all others.

DEAN WINCHESTER SMUT IMAGINES.

You knew what smut was and thanks to the fan base of the Supernatural books, you knew what imagines were. You wanted to see if the fan base back home was as good or worse than this one.

You clicked on the first link and it brought you to a website called Tumblr. You didn't know what it was but based on what you saw, it was a blog-based site where people can interact with others and post whatever they wanted. That included fanfiction about their favorite characters.

You started reading a story about Dean Winchester and the reader. It was kind of smart that the person writing this made it in second person but it was the most interactive point of view, in your opinion.

The story was good and at first, there wasn't any smut but you kept on reading to see where it would take you. Towards the middle, that's where it got raunchy and you couldn't look away even if you wanted to.

You and Dean had an active sex life and it was great sex, but the things dean and the reader were doing in this story fascinated you. You hadn't tried these things you read about but you knew you had to talk to Dean about it when you got back home.

You were so immersed in the story, you didn't hear the door open and close. Dean walked into your trailer and saw you reading something that interested you. He wanted to know what you were reading and smirked, knowing you weren't paying attention to him. Dean snatched the phone out of your hand, causing you to let out a little yelp of surprise.

"What the fuck?" You looked at him.

"What are you reading?"

"Nothing give me it back." You said as you tried to snatch the phone back but Dean moved it just out of reach.

"Now I have to know what this is," He smirked and started to read what you were reading." You naughty girl."

"Shut the hell up." You rolled your eyes.

"Sweetheart? I knew you were dirty but damn, I didn't know you were into this."

"You done making fun of me?" You sighed.

"I'm not making fun of you. This is hot. We're doing this when we get back." He smirked and tossed you back your phone.

"Yeah, and when is that going to be? I don't want to be here anymore."

"Sam found a way. I was on my way to get you but I noticed you were... preoccupied." He snickered.

"I fucking hate you." You laughed as you grabbed your jacket. You walked with him out of the trailer and walked to Sam's.

"You won't after I do those things to you." He smirked.

"Okay, let's focus on getting back home and then maybe we can look up more fanfiction about you."

"I'll take that deal." Dean nodded with an affirmative nod.