Imagine you and Dean having a drinking contest:
"Can not" Dean said and crossed his arms. "Sure as hell can so" I replied back and smirked. "Sam, tell her" Dean said and we both looked at Sam. He just put his hands up and read his book. "I can totally drink more than you" I said. "Oh yea" Dean asked and then walked away.
He came back a second later with shot glasses and his whiskey. I sat down and smirked. "Dean, you can't be serious" Sam said and got up walking over to us. "Sam" I said. "What?" Dean asked. "Well first off she's only 17, and you've been drinking for 20 more years than her" Sam said and me and Dean shrugged.
"What are we doin this for?" Dean asked and pulled out his wallet. "When I win you have to give me the impala" I said. "HA! Ok. When I win. . . I want you to . . . . You have to give me your room." Dean said. "It's the biggest in the bunker. Twice the size of mine now" Dean added and I stuck my hand out and we shook on it. Dean took the first shot and it was down hill from there.
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Supernatural Imagines 2.0
FanfictionJust a couple imagines I've come up with to get you through a car ride or while your on the toilet. Hope some make you laugh and others make you cry. Enjoy!!
