Supernatural Imagines

Just a Slice of Pie

Dean smiles at you, fork still in his mouth. "Hey, are you a pie?"

You hold back a laugh, you already know what is coming.

"Because I could have a slice of that." Dean says, raising and lowering his eyebrows twice.

You slam your face onto the table, smiling while trying to hold back a laugh. "Dean please! I am trying to work on the case, I cannot be distracted."

"But you ARE the distraction." He lays his head down beside yours.

You start to blush a little bit. "Shut up Dean."

--4 hours earlier--

"Ok, so tell me again about this.... what is it? A killer bunny?" Dean says driving the impala rather quickly. You are in a car behind them, it has been your car for years. You rebuilt it. A sweet (Car model and make) with silver rims and a red paint job.

"So, apparently this kid has a pet bunny--" Sam begins.

"HAD a pet bunny." You correct the overgrown moose over the phone.

"Right...HAD a bunny... This kid's bunny was a normal everyday bunny, Chuckles he called it, but one day after school, this kid goes home and checks on... Chuckles... only to find the cage empty and no where to be found."

You laugh. "Sounds like Chuckles just wanted to get out and play."

"Well not if the cage was ripped open and your cute, precious bunny has eaten out the necks of your parents." Sam says triumphantly, knowing he had won.

"Alright lovebirds, let's hit up the cafe, I want some pie. Then we can get to work." Dean says a little annoyed, but was that a hint of... jealousy? You shrug it off and hang up, passing them easily, flipping your hair and revving your engine.

"Oh, it is on (Y/N)." He says in a competitive voice.

--1 hour later, at the Bucky Motel--

"(Y/N), you can go to the police station, dig up any murders or suicides that have happened in the past few years with those who have owned a rabbit. Try to see if you can find a pattern." Sam says typing quickly away on his laptop, trying to hack into the account of the CEO of  Auto Corps, the father of the kid with the bunny.

"Alright I'm on it." You quickly go toward the hotel room door that you are sharing with the guys, Dean staring at you while you walk away.  

Your hair is sleek and straight. Your raven colored hair reaching your mid back is up in a business bun. You hate this hair style, but still you remember that this is for a job, so you stick with it. Your black pencil dress is constricting against you, the short length of it barely covering anything. Your eyes are sapphire blue and with the make up you put with it, your disguise is perfect. You turn around, careful not to fall in your 4 inch heels, and wiggle your fingers goodbye to the boys.

Dean smirks at you and says, "Careful, someone may throw a dime to see if it will bounce off your---"

"Dean!" You cut him short and smirk while rolling your eyes. With a sigh, you head to the police station.

A few hours later, you turn around, files in hand and wink at the sheriff and he stupidly smiles and waves at you. When you are no longer in sight, you roll your eyes and groan. You head to the nearby cafe and sit at a table, looking around at the different files, trying to figure out what could have made the bunny do this.

Suddenly, you felt someone sit down at the table with you. Judging from the way he sat down next to you, you were going to assume it was Dean. Only he would sit down silently next to you while thinking of some cheesy line to say to distract you. You secretly liked them, but he must never know that. He would never let you down for it.

"Waitress! Two slices of apple pie please." Dean calls to the waitress.

"Coming up sir." The waitress smiles.

The pie comes and while you continue doing your research he takes a bite and licks the fork clean, and suddenly pauses. 

Dean smiles at you, fork still in his mouth. "Hey, are you a pie?"

You hold back a laugh, you already know what is coming.

"Because I could have a slice of that." Dean says, raising and lowering his eyebrows twice.

You slam your face onto the table, smiling while trying to hold back a laugh. "Dean please! I am trying to work on the case, I cannot be distracted."

"But you ARE the distraction." He lays his head down beside yours.

You start to blush a little bit. "Shut up Dean. I am trying to research!!"

"How about you and I do some deep research." He smirks and winks at you, fork falling out of his mouth.

You laugh and bend down to pick up the fork at the same time he does. Your hand lands on the fork and his hand lands on top of yours. You look at him, he looks at you. Both of you start to lean in, eyes closing slowly. Your lips almost touch his, but suddenly Sam squeezes between the two of you and looks at your notes.

"Am I interrupting something?" Sam laughs.

Dean looks at you and smirks. "Nope, just enjoying me a slice of pie."

Sam looks at Dean incredulously.

Dean winks at you. "What, it's just a slice of pie"