Supernatural Imagines: Book One

BDE

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: fluff, implied smut at the end

Summary: Dean just has that BDE and you just want to let him know.

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"Alright, I am ready to go," Dean declared once he exited the bathroom. Looking up from your place by the table, your foot slipped off the edge once you saw Dean's attire. Sam looked at you with a questioning look before looking at his brother. Dean was decked up in his usual clothing, but he wore the leather jacket you gave to him for his birthday. His hair was styled just the right way, and the smirk he wore brought everything together.

He didn't know this, but he had the biggest dick energy you've seen on a guy ever. Sam had some of it too when he got really into it, but Dean always radiated Big Dick Energy. It was in the way he talked, how he carried himself, how he solved hunts, how he took the monsters down, and especially how he handled himself at the end. When a hunt went really well, he got cocky at the bar which made your panties wet in an instant.

He didn't know of your feelings for him, which you'd prefer to keep it a secret. His dick energy was so high, other girls noticed it when he walked into the room. They all flocked to him before you could even get a word out. It was better for everyone if he were single because girls would cling to him if he was taken or not. It wasn't worth putting yourself through that, but that didn't stop you from staring.

Being that confident always came easily to Dean since he had a lifetime to practice it. He was never arrogant or overcompensating, he knew just the right amount of energy to expel that would make him look good. It didn't help that he had a hot brother to go with his already hot self, and then there was you. Compared to them, you were just a potato sack. It was a wonder how they put up with you all these years.

"Y/N," Sam said as he kicked your leg, causing you to join reality once more.

"What?" you asked as you looked at him. He motioned to his brother who smirked at you. He noticed how dream you got when you stared at him, but you cleared your throat before standing up. "I'm fine. Let's go. It took you long enough to get ready."

"Uh huh, sure," he chuckled as he snatched his keys before heading outside.

"I think you dropped something," Sam said with a smirk as he got up.

"What?" you asked as you looked around.

"Your panties."

"Shut the fuck up, Sam," you scoffed before leaving him behind in the room. If Sam could easily figure out how you felt, then Dean wasn't that far behind. Maybe you could focus on other guys at the bar to forget about Dean and reflect his energy that seemed to be only pointed at you.

Arriving at the bar, you rushed inside to see it was filled with either much older men than you or way too young for you to even think about. It wasn't a lucky night for you, but it was for the brothers since a bachelorette party was happening in the corner. They were loud and most likely drunk which was the perfect type for Dean. Going to the bar counter, you noticed Sam and Dean following you. You three took a seat and ordered drinks before you turned to Dean on your right.

"What, you're not going to at least attempt to hit that?" you asked as you motioned to the girls who were whispering at the fresh meat that just walked in.

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," he sighed.

"Uh oh, you said my name three times," you joked.

"The trick isn't going over to them at first sight. You gotta let them come to you. They will, they always do. All I gotta do is take off my jacket," he slowly stripped to show off his bulging muscles which got your mouth watering, "stretch my arms," he raised his arms behind his head before flexing, "slyly give them a look," he peered over at the women for a few seconds, "and wait for them to come to me."

"That is not going to work," you tried to say confidently. He raised one eyebrow right before the maid of honor rushed out of her seat and to Dean.

"Hi, I couldn't help but notice you and your friend. We're having a fun party, and wanted to know if you could join us?" she smiled at him before looking at Sam.

"I'll be right there, ladies," he chuckled lowly which made her giggle.

"Cool," she nodded before scurrying off to her friends.

"Cheap shot," you muttered.

"You gotta know when to pick them. Come on, Sammy," Dean said as he got up, not waiting for his brother.

"Damn," you sighed dreamily.

"Did you pick up those panties yet?" Sam snickered

"He has major Big Dick Energy right now."

"I'm sorry," Sam choked on his drink, "what?"

"You have it too, but sometimes. You know, when you're working out, heaving that large chest of yours, flipping the hair, things like that."

"Are you hitting on me?"

"No, but Dean always has that Big Dick Energy. God, there is nothing that man can't do that doesn't turn me on."

"And you let him go over to a group of single women?" Sam smirked, not saying anything about your crush on him.

"Come on, Sam, me and Dean? I've seen natural disasters do less damage than the one that is waiting to happen if we got together."

"I don't know, you don't hear the things I do when you're not around," he sang as he got up.

"Wait, what do you mean?" you asked, but Sam just walked towards the group. "Sam! What do you mean!"

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Apart from getting girls at the bar, Dean had big dick energy when he was in the field. You've told him many times that he had BDE, refusing to let him know what it stood for. Luckily, Sam kept his mouth shut because that was a situation he didn't want to involve himself with. At least a few times a day, you've told Dean that he had BDE, and it was driving him crazy that he didn't know what it stood for.

Finally, when he had enough, he approached you in the motel room when Sam decided to leave for a library to confront you. He found you lying on the bed playing on your phone. Hearing the door close, you looked up to see Dean stride towards you with a stern look on his face.

"Uh oh, what did I do?" you asked as you set your phone down, and sat up with your legs off the side.

"What the hell does BDE mean?" This, you were not expecting, and your brows hid in your hairline. "You say it to me all the time, and Sam even tells me you talk to him about it, but he won't tell me what it stands for."

"What do you think it stands for?" you asked, wanting to hear his thoughts.

"Biggest Douche Ever, Bitchest Dumbass Every day?" he tried to guess, but he really had no idea.

"Seriously, you have no idea what it means?"

"Would you stop making fun of me and tell me?" he asked, clearly frustrated. Seeing this as your opportunity to show him how you feel, you decided not to be a pussy about this and just get it over with.

"Fine, come here," you said after taking a deep breath. He walked to you, but you needed him closer. Reaching out, you hooked your fingers into his pant loops before pulling him closer. He raised his eyebrows questionably, waiting for you to explain. "It means, Big Dick Energy."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Big Dick Energy. Someone who radiates confidence without even trying but doesn't overdo it. They know what they want and aren't afraid to get it. Pus, if you have a big dick, it helps too. Do you... have a big dick... energy?" you asked slowly, making his eyes cloud over with lust. He would be lying if he said he never thought about you in that way. You were the hottest girl of them all, but you lived and worked with him, he thought it would be weird for you.

"Why don't you find out?" he asked huskily, making you grin. Moving your hands from his loops to his button, you decided not to think about this anymore, and just act. Live in the moment, and deal with the consequences (if there were any) later. It was time to show Dean just how big his dick... energy... can get.