You and Dean sat in the bunker library, researching anything and everything about the Mark of Cain. It had been a while since Dean came back from being a demon. Sam was out, probably on a beer run. Your brain started to short circuit from staring at the computer screen for hours on end, so you stood up and went over to the record player. Dean looked up to watch you walk over.
You partnered up with the Winchester boys a few years back. You and Dean had been together for almost the entire time you were with the Winchesters. You picked an old record that belonged to the Men of Letters. They may have been a bunch of self-righteous librarians, but they had good taste in music. "Don't tell me you're gonna put on grandma music again." Dean scoffed. You could hear the eye roll in his voice.
"Oh, Dean, maybe if you were a little more open-minded, then you'd be able to appreciate the classics." You replied as you turned around. Mona Lisa by Nat King Cole played quietly in the background as you walked back over and sat down. "Besides, we need a break from staring at books and computer screens until the words blur."
"The classics are Led Zeppelin and Blue Oyster Cult, not some sappy, lovey-dovey, hopeless romantic from the 50s. You have awful taste, sweetheart."
"Ok, Mr. Rock'n'Roll, but remember, my awful taste includes you, sweetheart." You smiled as Dean flashed you his bitchface. You leaned back in your chair and put both feet up on the table.
"You're lucky, you're cute." Dean mumbled under his breath and went back to reading. Dean might still have the Mark of Cain, but you were just glad to have him back. He was your Dean again.
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Supernatural Imagines
FanfictionHey guys, so this a collection of supernatural imagines that I have written. Angst, fluff, and smut, oh my! I'm taking requests, so please feel free to leave a comment.
