Before I start I want to say I'm still new to creating stuff, so yea.
"You ready, Mary," Dean asked, basically yelling across the bunker. "Yes, Dean," you came out of your room is the bunker, wearing an undershirt, one of Dean's plaid shirts, jeans and boots. Dean's eyes widened, you smiled, walking over to Dean and getting on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek. Dean grabbed the Impala keys, and he lead you out to the car, being a romatic dork, Dean opened your door, and handed you the basket. Dean got it, and drove off.
"So... where too," you asked. "You'll see, Mary. I think you'll love it," Dean said, smiling. About 30 minutes later, Dean pulled into what seemed like a sort ok dock. "Alright, we're here," Dean said, grabbing the picnick from your lap, and you got out. Dean grabbed your hand gently, and lead you to the dock.
After about an hour, you both got done eating. You both had your legs dangling over the edge of the dock. "you hear something, Dean," you asked,concerned. Dean shook his head, and something grabbed your legs, and pulled you down." Dean!" you yelled before you went under. The thing that pulled you under swam around you, clawed at you, leaving gashes in your side.
All of the sudden, you felt something grab your hand, and pull you up. You realized it was Dean, after you surfaced. Dean set you on the dock, and got up himself. "You okay," Dean said, lifting up the undershirt, and not the plaid shirt because the plaid shirt floated. "No," you whinced as Dean pulled up the undershirt, and examined the claw marks. "Damn, sorry," Dean said picking you and the picknick basket up, taking you to the car, and set you in the backseat making sure you don't get hurt anymore than you already are.
"We are going to go back to the bunker and patching you up, then we will get our lazy clothes, and watch our favorite movies," Dean said, causing you to smile. Dean pulled out of the driveway and drove back to the bunker.
I hoped you like that! my first requested imagine!
