Supernatural Imagines Part Two

Rain Check

"I'm sick of this fucking rain," you screamed and ran past the bunker door, dripping water everywhere.

Sam and Dean were minding there own business when you stomped down the stairs and past them. "Woah, slow down there," Dean smirked and his eyes watched the way your wet shirt hugged the curves of your breasts. He muffled the small laugh, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

"You think this is funny, Winchester," you barked and started to unbutton the white shirt, only to turn around and catch Sam smirking and whistling at your, now, wet ass. "Oh, you like that too, Sammy," you turned to question the younger brother.

Sam giggled again and stopped when you started to take your shoes off in the middle of the library. "What are you doing," Sam's voice cracked when you started to unbutton your pants.

"Well," you huffed in annoyance, "I'm not going to get water all over the place. So, I'm taking them off here."

It was Dean's turn to huff and ask questions, "Well, right here? In front of us?"

Your pants had fallen to your feet and you started to unbutton your shirt, your breasts falling freely. "Mmhm," you nodded and watched the boys mouth fall open and close almost immediately.

You watched the bulge in their jeans tighten, and turned to walk to your room. "Well," you stopped and looked over your shoulder, "Are you guys coming or not?"