Supernatural Imagines

Color Guard

Requested by: Deans_Cherry_Pie67

Pairing: Dean x reader

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Y/N, Dean, Sam

Description: Y/N was in the color guard in high school. She begins to practice her old routine in her room, to remember the normality of her old life.

Your eyes fluttered open to the blissful silence of the bunker. You sighed contently as you rose from your position and swept your legs over the side of the bed. You draped your arms through the sleeves of your dressing gown and walked slowly down the hallway to the kitchen. You reached up high and just about got a cup from one of the high cupboards. Damn Sam and his freakish tallness. You placed coffee grains into the coffee pot and switched it on. As you were waiting for the coffee, your mind wandered to your past life, your life before hunting and monsters, your life before Dean.

You were in the color guard in high school. You loved the idea of performing in front of hundreds of people, being able to connect with them through the meaning and feeling of the show that was being put on. You most enjoyed performing alongside the marching band at events, especially the competitions. The music mixed with the choreography and the props that were used was just magical.

You smiled at the memories that seemed so long ago. You suddenly felt a sadness brewing in the pit of your stomach as you poured your coffee. You hadn’t performed anything for so long and you missed it terribly, given it was such a huge part of your past life. A thought whizzed through your mind as you sipped the hot coffee. A wide smile spread across your lips as you raced out of the kitchen and into the shared bedroom of yours and Deans. You opened the closet and moved everything aside to find the long forgotten outfit at the back.

You smoothed down the uniform and pressed play on your phone, letting the starting notes of the music flow through your body. You grabbed the rifle from the bed and began to let the music carry you through one of your favourite performances.

Music bounced off the bunker walls as Dean opened the door. A confused look flew across his features as he walked down the stairs and followed the melody of the music, with Sam not far behind him. Dean stopped at the shared bedroom and peeped through the lining of the door. He watched in amazement as you practiced your old routine, spinning the rifle in different directions. Sam also peered through, letting out a gasp of breath at what he seen.

When the melody came to an end, you placed the rifle down on the bed and sat next to it, letting the adrenaline of the performance flow through your body. You closed your eyes and relished in the after effects just as the brothers opened the door. You opened your eyes slightly and was met with two very confused but impressed hunters,

Slightly embarassed, your face turned crimson and you tried to walk away into the bathroom but was stopped by Dean. He spun you around and captured you in his arms, crushing you against his chest. Sam excused himself and walked away to the library, leaving the two of you alone. Dean guided you towards the bed and sat down, patting beside him.

As you sat down, he took your hands in his and pressed a sweet kiss to your knuckles. You smiled at this sweet notion and cradled his chin with your fingers, pressing a kiss to his lips. After what felt like a lifetime you and Dean parted, never letting go of each others hand.

“You don’t need to be embarassed. What I seen was absolutely amazing, but I just have one question: where on Earth did you learn how to do that?” You giggled slightly at the raised tone in Deans tone.

“Before I became a hunter and met you and Sam, I lived a pretty normal life. I lived with my parents, I was a straight A student, and I was in the color guard in high school. Performing the choreographed dances gave me a feeling that I had never experienced before, a feeling of enjoyment and hope. I performed alongside the marching band at every football game and every competition, but when my parents were killed I lost all enjoyment and inspiration to do anything, so that part of my life just faded away and was replaced with the life I lead now.”

Dean stared at you with nothing but love evident in his eyes. He loved how you let yourself be open with him and talk about your past as if it didn’t still hurt. He took you in his arms and cradled you, placing a kiss to the top of your head. “Never be embarassed to do this, it’s a part of who you are and I love everything about you. You are the most amazing person I know.”

Tears filled your eyes as Deans words sunk into your body. You never knew why you didn’t really tell Dean about your childhood because you knew you could trust him and he would relate to everything you’ve been through. But hearing him talking about one of the things that you used to enjoy made your heart flutter with love and admiration for the man. You reached up to his face and swiped your thumbs across his cheeks before leaning your forehead against his.

“What did I do to deserve somebody like you, Dean Winchester?”