Supernatural Imagines & Preferences

Dean Imagine

It couldn't be any sooner than five in the morning and you were exhausted. After late nights with the boys, you could never sleep.

Quietly you tiptoed from your room in the bunker and headed for the kitchen. Nothing like a midnight pick me up.

Unfortunately Dean was there, just leaning against the counter with shaking hands. Your mind traveled to the mark and you find yourself going to him.

"Dean?"

"Dammit (Y/N)!"

You jump back at his harsh tone and turn away quietly. "I just wanted to help." You try.

"It's not you. Well it is."

You frown and feel tears sting your eyes. It's too early for his insults.

"The mark... It increases my feelings and..." He trails off, turning and looking you dead in the eyes. "Well I really want to take you to bed." He murmurs.

At first you thought you heard wrong. His words were barely a breath.

"Well who's stopping you?" You say, breath barely above a whisper, some of you scared and the other part excited. Deans eyes burn into yours and your eyes travel down his long torso- the right black shirt he wears and long sweat pants. He looked hot even in pajamas.

You had a hint of how Dean felt about you and this morning was a confirmation. You wanted Dean as much as he wanted you.

His steps closer, eyes glowing steadily darker. When he's a foot from you- you feel his breath. Heavy. Hot. A complete turn on.

You breathing falters and he grabs you around the waist, holding you tight in place as he sends a shock wave through you at your kiss.

The kiss heated and before you knew it you had been pushed roughly against the wall with Dean's hands enrapturing your own. His mouth traveled down your neck and you let out a low moan.

"(Y/N)," He murmured. With a small motion you were jumping in his arms as he carries you to his room, shutting the door with his foot. It was like you weighed nothing. "I can't-" He tries to speak but his lips are sucking too hard on your neck, your back arching as his hands run under your shirt. "I can't stop." He warns, finally pulling away and making eye contact.

And you can see in his eyes that he was completely serious. His green eyes, the ones that normally reflected the light, were dark and stormy, holding promise of pleasure. His chest was heaving and as your eyes move down, you see his obvious boner in his sweats. You swallow hard and meet his gaze again.

"I won't be able to go slow. I might hurt you. I can't-"

"Dean, you're over thinking it."

There's silence and the longer you two have no physical contact, the longer your excitement fizzles.

Perhaps this is when his monster comes out. Maybe the mark had affects on him that didn't just include murder- but maybe sex, power, and too much testosterone. But you wanted to know. You wanted to be the one he breaks on.

Hell, you wanted rough sex with Dean. You wanted him to fuck you until you couldn't walk the next day, until you could barely breathe, until your throat was too hoarse to scream his name.

Your thoughts are too much to say so you settle with a nod. Dean understands, touching you again and igniting the previous fire that burned your stomach. Both of your clothes were thrown around the room.

Your wishes were satisfied that night.