Is there anything better than imagines involving your favorite SPN characters?
Maybe pie, but that's beside the point.
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I leaned back in my chair and let out a heavy sigh. I raised my hands to rub my temples, trying to ease the headache that was caused by the massive amount of lore that I read. Training to be a hunter wasn't all survival/combat skills. I learned that the hard way.
I slump onto the table, laying my head down and crossing my arms in front of me. I was so damn tired. Maybe I could finish this tomorrow? Unless Sam and Dean find another case that they want me to go on for "hands-on experience." I really, really, really didn't want to go on another case. I wanted to relax in the bunker, open up a book of lore, pretend to read for a few minutes, give up, and watch Netflix. That's all.
To be completely honest, I wouldn't totally mind if I had to go on another case with the boys. Dean and I had something... weird going on. I know that he's a huge flirt - and, you know, so am I - but it was still kinda weird. I liked it, though. The little banter we had going on. The flirty comments and playful nudges.
God, I sound like a cheesy teen romance movie.
"Working hard or hardly working?" Dean's voice fills the study. I peer up at him from my resting position to see him, smiling and setting down a mug of coffee next to me. I smiled back at him and sat up, grabbing the warm mug in my hands.
"Thanks," I watch him sit down in the chair across from me. "And working hard, to answer your question."
"Sure looks like it." He opens the front cover of my closed book, a smirk on his face.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "For your information, I've been reading for the past forty-five minutes."
"Oh, wow, forty-five minutes." He mocks me.
"Shut up," I laughed, raising the mug up to my lips. "All I want to do now is just get super drunk and do something stupid." I take a sip of the hot coffee.
"I'm something stupid. Do me."
I almost spit out my coffee, and I have to cup my hand under my mouth to catch some of the coffee that trickled out. I quickly swallow what's left in my mouth and shake off the coffee droplets from my hand. "Oh."
Dean is full-heartedly laughing at me now. "Sorry, guess that was just too good for you to handle."
I feel a blush begin to wash over my cheeks, so, in my truest form of self defense, I pull myself together and fire back, "Too bad you wouldn't be."
His mouth opened in shock at my quick retaliation. I smirk at him and take a sip of my coffee.
"You... you don't think I'd be good in bed?" He asks incredulously, his eyebrows furrowed in the classic Confused Dean face.
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I shrugged. "I didn't say you wouldn't be good, just not so good that I couldn't handle it."
He stared at me for a few seconds longer, pretty obviously stunned that I'd said something so damaging to his large ego. He kind of nodded his head and licked his lips, immersed in his thoughts.
I smiled at the accomplishment of toying with Dean Winchester, standing up and walking towards my room. I got a chill in my spine; I could feel his eyes on me the entire time.
(I would've made this longer but I know that I wouldn't have finished this story if I did 😂 )
(If you all really want a part two to this, let me know by leaving comments! Thanks for reading!)
