DEAN WINCHESTER IMAGINES || COMPLETED

17. 'Date' • Fluff

Synopsis ; in which they go to their first date.

Contains ; none.

Third Person's.

       “This wasn’t the date I had in mind.” Dean yelled over the sound of gunshots.

    “What? You have better idea instead of shooting for our lives?” Y/N sarcastically said, loading her gun before shooting a man from the other side that was obviously seen from their position, smirking when she heard a rather loud painful grunt.

 

— 6:39 PM
- 2 hours earlier. . .

    “M’lady.” the male Hunter opened Y/N’s car door before bowing mockingly, which she grinned at. With her hand on his, he carefully closed the Impala’s door and the both of them walked inside the diner, which, Dean as a gentleman, opened the door for her. The diner wasn't that crowded and busy. He guided her to a stall, hand gracefully placed on her lower back as a sign of respect. As they sat, the waitress gave them separate menu’s and patiently waited on their side.

    “A cheeseburger deluxe for me,” Dean muttered, pointing at the said dish. He smiled and nodded at his fellow Hunter, “What’s yours, sweetheart?”

     She mumbled, “A turkey sandwich with fries sounds good.”

    “That too.” he said to the waiter and gave their menus back. Dean carefully placed his hands infront of him, looking at Y/N, who was staring outside. Neon lights dances across her face, highlighting her features and making it more noticeable and admirable. Not that she always needed a neon light for him to notice her, no. Without it nor make up, she will always be beautiful to him.

   Y/N looked at him and chuckled when she saw Dean lovingly looking over at her. Tucking a strand of Y/H/C behind her ear, she asked. “What? Is there something wrong?”

     He shook his head, “Nothing. Just wondering why you said yes.”

     She furrowed her eyesbrows, “What? Why I said yes? Where? To this date?”

     Dean nodded, looking at his hands. “Yeah. I mean, you're not obligated to say yes, right? You said yes because you want this or you just felt bad for me? I don't know.”

    She smiled, placing her delicate hand on top of his, effectively making the male Hunter sighed and relax on his seat. “No. I said yes because I want to. Simple as that.”

      The Winchester nervously chuckled, scratching the back of his neck as he looked around him, avoiding her gaze. “I. . . Figured. No— d–don’t mind me though, if I ask these kind of things. My nerves are just. . . All around my head and I just. . . Don't want to down you, is all.”

      “You won't , okay?”

    As their own meals were served, Dean couldn't help but look at her, seeing her being carefree and relaxed as he always wanted for her. It's just the two of them, eating on a local diner as their first date together, with greasy meals infront of them. The two of them laughed and fool around, poking and tickling one another as the night gets lower and darker. Eventually, they finished their meals and said their goodbyes, walking out of the place with linked arms. Outside the diner was quiet, too quiet yet Dean didn't notice that. Not until a gunshot rang into the air.