Supernatural Preferences & Imagines

➸ Dear Dean ➸ Dean Winchester Part 1

Warning: Suicide, Drugs, Prostitution, Sexual Content, Stress Disorders and Depression. Dean won't have the mark of Cain in this Imagine.

"Dean, look at this." Sam says and hands Dean a leather book. Dean looks up at Sam with a uncertain worn down look on his face with purple under his eyes from the lack of sleep. "Just look at it."

He opens it and the look of the hand writing brings tears to his eyes.

January 24, 2014
Dear Dean,

I first meet you in a bar. I remember that night like it was yesterday. The bar was called Phinny MaGee's and you'd go there after a long days of work. I could tell you were a hunter by how you moved and your pose, but mainly it was the gun pressing out of your back jeans. I was a hunter too if you couldn't tell and you probably couldn't since you were always looking at Haylee, the waitress there everyday of the week, but Thursdays.

You were very handsome and had a underlining look that got me intrigued. Bet you never would of guessed little ol' y/n had a crushy on aye did ya? Well I did. Though I never regret having it on you either. Like most hunters that talk about you guys, you and Sam were big talk in hunter bars, they always said never get involved with the Winchesters they always lead to something bad. But I didn't listen that night when I told you to come to my place. Why didn't I listen?

February 14, 2014
Dear Dean,

It's valentines today. Did you notice? Did you notice my feelings grow for you since you found out I was a lonely hunter with no partner and decided to bring me into your little team of do-gooders? I guess not since you were with a girl all night long and the next day.

April 12, 2014
Dear Dean,

I don't even know why I even started these letters or why I'm continuing them. But I am.

It's my birthday today. Maybe that's why I'm still here at 1 in the morning writing this. To maybe see you'll come in here and say happy birthday y/n, sometimes I expect too much. It's been my birthday for an hour but I don't feel older or more mature. I think I wish that I would just feel older to feel freedom. I've been locked up in the Impala or the motel rooms we're always stuffed into. I don't want to be a caged up bird anymore.

April 27, 2014
Dear Dean,

I just stole the Impala from you and I bet you'll be pissed when you release what I did. But I couldn't be cooped up in another motel again without my head exploding. I never thought having back-up on hunts would make me feel so suffocated.

I miss the times of the free feeling of me driving my own car all over the country. The feel of my car's leather under my finger tips. But I've also grown to the feel of your worn leather and the smell of gun powder and your sent has become my home.

I'm blasting the music really loud right now through her speakers. But don't worry I'll take good care of her before I give her back to you soon.

May 5, 2014
Dear Dean,

It's Sam's birthday today. We celebrated it at Bobby's but I bet you knew that. Sam was so gleeful he was like a little kid that got ice cream. Today we didn't do any hunts or anything but just put Sam at the center of attention. You gave Sammy a new machete but also gave him a engraved lighter. It said brothers till the end. I didn't know you could be sincere Dean.

I gave Sam a big hug and made him his favorite diner. Then I made him this big chocolate cake which I noticed you didn't like. Dean, sweetie, my whole life doesn't revolve around you, you just cloud my thoughts 24/7.