Supernatural Imagines

Reader Cursed- Dean x Reader

Title: Can't Keep My Hands to Myself

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1203

 After a witch hunt gone wrong, the reader is hit with a curse that stops her from being able to control her impulses. Impulses that seem to center around her best friend and hunting partner, Dean Winchester...

YOUR POV

"Hello, my name is agent Plant, this here is agent Page and that's agent Bonham, parking the car," you pointed over your shoulder to where Dean was parking Baby across the street. "We need to ask you a few questions."

An hour later the three of you were on the road again, heading to a warehouse that was owned by your first victim. You assumed that was where the witch was hiding.

"So get this," Sam said, causing you and Dean to roll your eyes before he continued. "The witch seems to be posing as a psychologist. All of these victims have been seeing the same woman, Dr. Meyers, and within two days after their first session with her, they end up dead.

"The first guy had a history of suicide attempts," you piped up, looking over the files you had gotten from the police that morning. "The attempt was the same way he actually bit it, that's gotta be something... Oh look, all four victims had a history of suicide attempts." You sighed, rubbing your temples. "I think I know what she's doing." You closed the file and scooted up in your seat so you were leaning against the bench as you explained. "There's this old spell my mom taught me about. Basically it removes all inhibitions, making you act on your impulses and not think about anything."

"That makes sense," Dean piped up, looking over you and nodding in approval. "They already had the ideas, she just gave 'em that extra push," you and Sam nodded in agreement. You loved it when Dean agreed with you, even if it was the only obvious explanation. "Nice job, sweetheart," he winked, causing you to blush as you fell back in your seat, covering your cheeks. Sam smirked knowingly, and you flipped him off.  Hopefully Dean didn't see that.

...

"Y/n! You okay?" you heard Sam call as he and Dean burst into the back room where the witch had you backed into the corner. Before you knew it, they were pressed against the wall, watching helplessly as you started to tear up.

"Please," you begged, flicking off the safety on your gun, "Don't hurt them." You yelped in pain as the gun fell to the floor, the witch contorting your body in excruciating pain with a simple flick of her wrist.

"My, aren't you an optimistic little one," she shook her head in disappointment. "Too bad I don't have enough time to get you to off yourself..." she muttered as she dug her hand into the satchel at her side, pulling out a handful of sparkling yellow powder. "Lucky for me," she growled, stepping closer, "you won't be immune to a little... embarrassment."

...

"Calm down Dean," you hear Sam's voice from the front seat as you slowly start to wake. "Rowena says the spell will only last a few hours." You opened your eyes and looked up at the boys, Dean's face full of worry as he pulled the impala into a diner parking lot.

"That's not very long," you said, wincing as you sat up and rubbed your eyes tenderly, "why is that?"

"Well, I, uh..." Dean rubbed the back of his neck as his eyes met yours.

"Dean saved you," Sam finished, smiling at you as you all got out of the car. "I don't know how, but he broke free and shot her before she could finish the spell. Rowena said the powder she threw at you is what stops your impulse control, but she would have needed to say the spell to make it last for any significant amount of time."

You nodded in understanding as you followed Dean into the restaurant. You smiled wickedly as Dean held the door open, and all you could think about was how perfect his ass looked in those jeans. Of course, you had no impulse control, so as soon as the thought crossed your mind, your hand was reaching out and squeezing his left cheek.

"What the-" Dean whipped around and his eyes met yours as you blushed deeply. "Did you," he laughed as Sam's gaze jumped between you two, "Did you just grab my ass?"

"Um... yes? Have you seen that thing, it's perfect," you rolled your eyes as you sat down in the booth. As soon as you sat down you realize what you just said, slapping a hand over your mouth as you gasped. "Oh my god, did I just say that out loud?" 

Sam laughed hysterically as he slid into the booth across from you, Dean sliding in beside you, nudging you with his shoulder as he chuckled.

"My ass is perfect, huh?" he smirked at you, making you blush even harder as you tried to stop yourself from speaking.

"Everything about you is perfect, Dean," you turned your attention to the menu in front of you. You knew there was no chance you'd make it through lunch without telling him everything, you might as well just stop trying. Your lip was already tender from biting it, trying to keep the words in.

"Looks like you can't control your mouth either y/n," Sammy giggled as you glared at him. He winced in pain when you kicked him in the shin under the table. "Ouch."

"Wait, let me get this straight," Dean starts and you groan. "Do you really have to fight the urge to grab my ass everyday?"

"I mean, yeah. 'S a nice ass," you giggled as your hand reached down and started rubbing his thigh. "It's all very, very nice," your eyes slowly dragged up his body, stopping for a moment on his pink lips before moving up to meet his eyes. His green eyes stared back at you, filled with lust.

"Uh, thanks," he whispered, clearing his throat as he felt his jeans grow tighter.

"Y/n," Sam whispered as across the table, "why don't you tell Dean how you feel," he smirked, and you knew you were screwed.

"I feel like you're a piece of shit for making me say this out loud, Sammy," you glared before turning to Dean. "And I'm... kinda in love with you," you shrugged, trying to make it seem nonchalant.

"Really?" he asked, grabbing your hand to stop it from running along his thigh. His eyes looked full of hope as he smiled widely.

You pressed your lips against his roughly, your hand immediately ruffling through his hair as the other one grabbed his flannel, pulling him against you. His hands cupped your cheek, deepening the kiss as your tongues fought for dominance.

"Hey, could you not do that in the restaurant please?" Sammy asked, averting his gaze, "people are staring."

"Good idea Sammy," you said as you turned to Dean. "Hotel?" you asked seductively.

"Oh hell yeah," Dean rushed out of the booth, grabbing your hand as he threw one of his credit cards down on the table. "Might wanna get a different room tonight Sammy," he winked as he pulled you out the door.

"Thanks Sammy!" you yelled giggling as you held the door open for Dean. "Now, let me see that ass..." you mumbled to Dean, slapping his ass hard as he walked in front of you, rushing over to the car.