Supernatural Imagines

21 Questions/Kevin

"Come on Kev. We have to live here together and we barely know anything about each other." I begged the prophet.

(I'm going to start using I pronouns because it's easier for me)

"Fine. But not for long. I have work to do." He turned towards me.

"Alright I'll start." I smiled at him. "What's your favorite color?"

"Blue. Yours?"

"Purple. Favorite animal?"

"Monkey. What would you be doing right now if you weren't stuck here with me?"

"Sleeping. I love my sleep. What would you be doing if you never became a prophet?"

"Probably be stressing over school still with my freakishly long hair."

We both began to laugh, remembering how we first met and how long his hair was.

I met the Winchester's when I was only 12. Back then I had no idea I was so important to the angels or demons. That was until Castiel came along a year later and told me. Now I hide with Kevin in the boat from Crowley.

"Your hair was wayyyyy too long. Your lucky I gave you a haircut." I informed him.

"Somehow you managed to do it so well with just a pocket knife." He chuckled, flattening his hair.

"I have been giving Dean haircuts since I met him. Not that hard." I shrugged.

"Alright, my turn. Have you ever had a boyfriend?" He asked, leaning forward.

"Nope." I popped the P.

His eyes about popped out of his head.

"Really?" He asked.

"Yep. Never had one. Perks of hitting puberty right as I meet the two most protective Winchester's ever." I nodded.

"But you're so-" he cut himself off.

"I'm so what?" I asked, smirking slightly.

"Nothing. You're Y/N, that's all." He shook his head, obviously lying.

"Liar. Tell me." I smirked.

"Fine, you're so beautiful." He smiled at me.

"Beautiful, huh? Never knew you thought of me like that." I smirked.

"How could I not? Have you looked in a mirror lately?" Kevin asked with a tilt of his head.

"Saying we don't own one here, no." I shook my head.

"Well, you're beautiful, trust me." He smiled.

"Thank you Kevin. You don't look so bad yourself." I smirked.

A blush began to rise on his cheeks as he cleared his throat.

"Awwww, did I get you to blush?" I teased him, loving the way his cheeks flared up.

"N-No." He stuttered.

"Really because your cheeks are a bright red." I teased him some more.

"Oh really?" He leaned forward so our faces were only centimeters apart.

His nose brushed mine as he leaned even closer, now just millimeters from kissing me. I begged him in my mind to do it, to please do it. But instead, he leaned back in with a smirk. My cheeks flared up in embarrassment and frustration.

"Who's blushing now?" He teased.

I stood up and yanked his chair back, straddling him on the chair. His hands flew to connected with my hips as I leaned down, our faces close once more.

"You know I could leave you like this, wanting me to just lean forward and connect this little space." I touched his lips with my finger.

"But you won't." He argued.

"Why wouldn't I?" I tilted my head slightly, leaning just a tiny bit forward.

"Because you don't want to." He smirked.

"Maybe you know more about me than I thought." I smirked.

Kevin finally had enough and leaned forward to connect our lips. The kiss was needy yet passionate. Neither of us had touched another man or woman in a very long time and now it was all need. My hands tangled in his short yet slightly long hair, reminding me that he needed a haircut. His hands gripped my hips in a tight grip, not that I minded.

The two of us broke apart when a loud knock rang from the boathouse door. I jumped off of Kevin as we tried to fix our hair and clothes so it didn't just look like we were making out. Another knock rang out, the exact one that the Winchester's used. Kevin smiled and pecked your lips before going to open the door, and you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face.