Supernatural Imagines

If You Want A Bad Boy

I’m a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
I’m comin’ on like a hurricane
My lighting’s flashing across the sky
You’re only young but you’re gonna die

I won’t take no prisoners, won’t spare no lives
Nobody’s putting up a fight
I got my bell, I’m gonna take you to hell
I’m gonna get you, Satan get you

Hell’s bells
Yea, hell’s bells
You got me ringing hell’s bells
My temperature’s high, hell’s bells

With your head banging to the sound of AC/DC, riding shotgun in Baby, you looked over to your handsome boyfriend. This green-eyed beauty was preforming ‘Hell’s Bells’ at the top of his lungs and drumming his hands along the Impala’s steering wheel. Oh, what those hands are capable of.

“How did I end up with such a man,” you wondered aloud. You felt a deep blush forming in your cheeks at the same time he looked over. You didn’t know if it was the sun shining after three days of raining, the wind rippling through his hair from the rolled down windows, or the comment that you made, but it was like he was glowing with adrenaline.

“Just lucky, I guess,” Dean sang as he pulled you closer to him with his hand on your knee. How does he do that? He knows it drives you mad!  You didn’t mean to but a low growl slipped and as best as he could without running off the road, his right eyebrow cocked at you. “Ya okay, sweetheart?” Teeth shining as bright as the bold sun above, he slid his hand agonizingly slow up your thigh. Tracing deep circles on your skin just below the hem of your blue jean skirt.

“Yes, of course,” you sighed deeply. “Just jumpy after something I watched earlier.” Filling the space between you, you sat on your knees, placing a wet kiss below his jawline. As you pulled on the collar of his leather jacket, you ran an eager hand over his clothed thigh.

You could feel his breathing slow for a split second before he wrapped his arm around you. “An’ just what were you watching, young lady,” he asked as he winked at you. “Cause, I gotta tell ya, if you do that again, I’m not playing nice tonight!”

“Oh ya know.. the average movie star in one of those dramatic love scenes,” you whispered against his ear. Taking it between your teeth for a gentle bite. “And there was some of this…” kissing from his ear to his jaw. You could feel his jaw lock from not being able to stop the car. There was light traffic behind you and that only encouraged you more. “With a little bit of this…” you pulled back to trail your tongue from his neck to his chin, taking a hell of a time to do so.

“Hmm..” Dean whimpered. Chewing on his bottom lip he asked, “Should I turn this car around right now? What do you say I take you home… get you undressed.. and make you a movie star?”

“Dean,” you answered in a hard tone. “Why don’t we get to this bar you have been going on and on about and we’ll see where the night take us?”

All he could do was shake his head and smile. “Yes ma'am!” After what seemed like forever you sat up to lean your head on his shoulder.

•○●

As the sun began to set Dean pulled into the huge parking lot that sat in front of the bar. “Nice crowd,” you said as you took in the line for the entrance.

“You’re going to love this, Y/N. Trust me,” he smiled as he opened his door. “Here,” he suggests. Giving you his hand, he helped you out the car through his side.

As the two of you walked closer to the bar, the music was traveling loud and clear through the speakers outside and in. He knows me well.  The cigarette smokes left clouds through the air inside. Drinks were being ordered. Pool games were starting. The bar was definitely alive.

“I’m going to get us some drinks,” Dean gestured to the counter. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, baby. I’m going to grab us a pool table.” You grinned as you walked around the perfect table that sat to the side of the room.  This place must have been new because there were no scratches or cuffs on the table at all. You pulled the rack from under the table and walked around to gather all the balls. Just as you were through lining them, Dean walked up.

“There she is,” he hummed in your ear. “My girl.” His heavy arms snaked around you bring you closer to him.

For a second you swayed to the music and then you turned to face him. “Let’s get this game going,” you laughed and pecked him on the cheek. As you turned to start the game he smacked your ass, sending electricity through your veins. 

Looking over your shoulder you raised your brow to him. “Is my boy being bad,” you stammered. That was the thing. If he could drive you crazy, you had the power to do the same to him.

You had only a few rules for him and he knew them. Standing up from his seat, he walked over to you and sat you on the table. He’s so strong. I need him. “If you want me to be,” he questioned as he pulled your legs to him.

You were so close from his lips when the bartender yelled, “Break it up you two! This isn’t a hotel!”

Dean apologized to the man across the room. “Let’s get out of here, sweetheart.”

•○●

The bunker was all the away across town and there was no way you and Dean could make it that long. Baby pulled into a small hotel that was a few miles from the bar. When the two of you stepped out the car, you walked towards the main office. As your footsteps slapped the ground, there was a soft yearning you had for the man walking in front of you. The way he carried himself… his touch.. his kiss..

The sweet lady behind the window happily gave Dean the key to our room. Thankfully it wasn’t on the second floor, but only down the hall, he lead the way.

You couldn’t help but smile as he fumbled with the key in the door. When it flew open Dean grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you inside. It was seconds and the door slammed behind you. You couldn’t tell if it was the door or the adrenaline that caused you to jump, but apparently Dean could.

He backed you up against the wall further from the door. His hips pinning yours back. Placing his hands in yours, he brought them over your head. The wetness in your panties growing more. “Beg,” he ordered.

Your head couldn’t register fast enough before you could answer. It wasn’t long before he brought his hand down to feel you. “Little girl, you’re dripping,” his grin growin. Your head leaned back against the wall as his fingers drummed over your panty line.

“Dean…” you moaned out of desperation. “Please..”

With that he had your skirt on the floor in seconds. “Such a tease,” he grunted. “I hate those things,” he cursed as he kicked the fabric across the room.

From one article of clothing to the next he had you naked and standing in front of him. “On your knees, Y/N! Hands on your thighs!”