Supernatural Imagines

Team Free Will x Reader

Imagine....... You wake up in the world of Supernatural (part 3)

This will be the last one. Hope you guys like it!

You wake, cold, the warmth from Dean gone. You rub your eyes and sit up, looking around the room.

Dean sits at the small table in his room, now dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt, of course. A small stack of books sit in front of him, clearly more important than the abandoned books and paper that are scattered across the surface, most likely from previous cases.

You stand up and pull the blanket off the bed, wrapping it around you to cover your bare legs and walk over to stand behind Dean.

"Whatch'ya reading?" You ask, rocking back on your heels and trying to read over his shoulder. Dean jumps slightly and glances up at you before going back to the book.

"Good Morning y/n." He says sarcastically. "How'd you sleep Dean? Oh, great thanks. And-" You sigh, cutting him off. "Yeah, yeah. So what are you reading?" You ask again.

"Uh. Everything. The Mark, Cain himself, the transition from human to demon, vice versa," He says pointing to the books stacked in front of him. "And traveling between dimensions." He points to the one in his hand.

"Oh. That's for me, right?" You asks quietly, stepping back to give room for him to stand up.

"Yup, and now that you're up, we should head into the library with Sam and Cas. They're already in there." He says, pointing to the door. You nod and unwrap his blanket from around you, tossing it to the bed.

Just as you go to turn for the door, Dean pinches the front of your shirt, holding you in place and pulling you forward slightly. You look up at him, your heartbeat picking up. He is looking down at your shirt with a confused look.

"Is this mine?" He asks pulling you forward again. He meets your eyes and smirks. It takes you a few seconds to realize he's expecting an answer. You look down at the shirt, confused as well.

"I don't know, it was the only thing in her- my, our? dresser, that was comfortable. The rest was basically jeans, tight shirts and flannels. But I should probably change before I meet you in the library."

"Huh, alright." He says nodding and walking around you to the door. "By the way, that looks good on you." He glances back at you, winks and with that he walks down the hall, leaving you standing there.

After changing and spending a few minutes wandering through the halls, you finally find your way to the library.

All four walls have floor to ceiling shelves, filled to the max with books. Some shorter book shelves come out from the walls as well, small sculptures and art works sitting on top. Tables are scattered across the room, some surrounded by chairs, others by small couches.

The boys sit at a table to your right, three couches parallel with the sides of the table. They all sit at the two seated couches around the table, books stacked in piles of various heights on each of their sides of the table.

You walk over to the side without a couch and tap your fingers. They all look up quickly before going back to reading.

"Good morning y/n." Cas and Sam say in unison. "Morning." You reply. You leave it at that, knowing they are still uncertain about you and go to sit down on the couch Dean is sitting on. He looks sideways at you and smiles, reaching up to grab a book from his pile and hand it too you.

"Let us know if you find anything, even if it might be nothing." He says quietly, nodding towards the book before going back to his own.

You can't tell how long you've been sitting there, but judging by the way your back aches, it was awhile. The four of you sit in silence, occasionally reading stuff out loud if it is thought to be relevant.