SuperWhoLock Imagines

Supernatural : Dean Asks You Out

First Imagine! I really hope you guys like this and the book itself! Welp, on with the imagine! .3.

You watched as Dean stuffed his face with a burger, grunting with pleasure from the magnificent taste. "Dean, are you okay? It seems like you REALLY like that burger. Also, It's filled with grease. I guess you like heart attacks." Sam laughs, looking up from his laptop, staring at Dean.

You roll your eyes as you tap your foot impatiently. "Can we hurry this love fest up? I'm getting bored by the minute." You whine, wanting to leave the shady motel. "And where would you like to go, eh?" Dean struggles to ask, his mouth filled with the burger. "Well, maybe the bar or something." Your eyes shine with hope.

*Your POV*

Every time I'm around this idiot, my stomach churns. Not in a bad way, a good way really. It's like when you meet your boyfriend for the first time in forever. Butterflies in my stomach, yeah! That was what I was feeling! Dean stared at me, confusion spreading across his features. "You? In the bar? When did you ever like the bar?" Dean asks. "Uh, well, I just know you like the bar. I wouldn't mind going if you came along with me." I smile brightly. I looked at Dean, waiting for his response. He closed his eyes, nodding a bit before taking his last bite of the burger. "Wait, you're going?" I ask, surprised.

"I guess so." Dean replied, pushing himself up from his seat. YES! All I need to do is make sure he doesn't get drunk and flirt with so many girls.

*Le Time Skip*

"Dean, I'm taking you home. You had too much to drink." I grab onto Dean's arm, pulling him with me out of the bar. We make our way to the Impala. I hold out my hand, "Dean, give me the keys." I demand. He fumbles into his pockets, grabbing the keys and handing them to me.

He tried to flirt with a girl while he was DRUNK. I even told myself to keep an eye on him, but I failed miserably. At least I got him out of there before anything REAL happened.

*Le Time Skip To Home*

"(Y/n), stay with me will ya?" Dean grumbles out as he slumps down on the bed. "No Dean, you need to rest. You're going to have a major headache tomorrow morning." I frown at Dean. Dean stares at me for what feels like eternity. I feel my face start to heat up, knowing Dean probably couldn't tell in his state. "I'll leave you alone. Night Dean!" I smile, turning around.

Before I could even move, Dean grabbed my arm, turning me towards him. "EH?!" I was right in front of Dean, faces inches apart. "U-Uh, Dean..." I stutter out. Dean snakes his arms around my waist, pulling my torso closer towards him. "So....I was thinking *hic*...Maybe we should go on a date?" Dean smiles. "Dean, this is your drunken self talking. Can I leave now?" I ask, a light shade of pink spreading across my cheeks.

Dean leans in closer, whispering in my ear.

"(Y/n), I'm not drunk." My eyes widened in shock. "Wait what?!" Dean pulls away, smiling like an 8-year old kid on his Birthday. "So, what's your answer?" Dean asks, waiting for my response. "I-I uh.." I wanted to say yes, but nothing came out but jittery words I couldn't even say correctly.

Dean raised an eyebrow, ready to make a sarcastic remark, but instead leaned in, closing the gap in between us. I didn't make a move, nothing, nada. He pulled away confused. "So...No?" Dean frowned. I waved my hands in front of my face, shaking my head furiously. "No No, I was surprised...That's all.." I face-palm. I'm an idiot. I'm not letting this slide.

I smashed my lips against his, wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled away, a nervous smile danced upon my lips. "My answer would be yes..." I unraveled myself from Dean. He stared down at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Alright, where to first?" He asks, taking my hands in his.

I hope you guys like the first Imagine! I'm just publishing the Imagine's I already have done. Also, if you guys want me to make you one, just message me!

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