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Dean Winchester Imagine

Alright folks, we've got this first imagine, Dean winchester style. WHOOP.

Are You Kidding me?
"SAM! SAM! SMAMMMYYYY!!" You called. He sighed and walked into your room in the bunker. "What is it Y/N?" You grinned and looked up at him from your bed. "Movie night?" He shrugged and turned to leave. "WAIT!" He stopped. "I am not carrying you again, Y/N." You pouted. "But my leg Sam!" You had injured your leg on a hunt a week ago, to tell the truth, it was compleatly healed. Sam gave you a look that told you he knew that. He got a mischevious look in his eyes before hooking his arm under your legs and pulling you up, without supporting your neck so you hung. He was tall enough to do that. He pulled you out of your room until you were to the 'living room' and then swung you down on the couch. He smirked and slowley stepped closer to you. "Sam...what..Sam...NO HAHAH BAHAHAH OH GOD HAHA STOOOOP!!" He was tickling you ferociously. "Hey, Sam, what d'you know about the...oh." Sam stopped attacking you to look at Dean, who looked angry. "I see." He stormed off. You heard the door slam closed. "What's got his titties up in a twist?" You laughed, but sam sat up and rubbed his hands together. "Crap. He should know...." He looked up at you. "Go after him."

"What?" He pulled you up and practically pushed you out in the cold rain. YOU WERE ONLY IN YOUR ACDC SHIRT AND THIN PANTS. You were gonna get him later. For now, you ran to the Impala, which was conveniently parked with the lights on.

"Dean!" You banged on the door. Suprised, he opened the door for you and you crawled in. "Y/N? What are you doing out here? You cold?" You shrugged. "You seemed disgruntled. Sam made me. Of course I am cold. Now, what got you so upset?" HIs cold demenour returned. "I'm fine. You go back and bang Sam." You choked on a laugh and shook your head. "That is disgusting. That is like me accusing you of banging Sam. Blah. Okay, I'm gonna go wash my brain." Dean grabbed your arm before you could grab the cardoor handle. He shrugged off his jaket and gave it to you with a grunt. "Can't get sick on me." You sighed and rolled your eyes. "God help him." You muttered. "Dean, do you trust me?" His green eyes shimmered. "With my life." Smirking, you grabbed his chin and smashed your lips to his. There was no hesitation, he kissed back forcefully. When you pulled away to breathe, he pulled you into his lap with a grunt.

"Still want me to go inside and bang Sammy?"

"Actualy, I had a different idea.