Supernatural Imagines

Baby Dean Winchester X Reader

Requested by melmelbob Thank you!

So I'm not gay or a man, but this is how I think the specific being would be portrayed, so hopefully I don't offend anyone? Sorry if I do I know I suck
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"(Y/N)! Have you seen the Impala keys? I can't find them anywhere!" You heard Dean yell from the library in the bunker.

You were in the bathroom, getting ready for the upcoming day. You stopped scrubbing your face, which was covered in face wash, and pondered. Dean always knew, always knew where the keys were. Baby was the most precious thing to him after Sam.

"Sorry Dean, don't think I have!" You hollered back. You finished your routine quickly and headed downstairs to see if you could be of any use.

You walked to find both brothers bickering back and forth, blaming each other on the misplacement of the keys.

"Dean you never let me drive the Impala, why on Earth would I take the keys?" Sam sighed, clearly ready to end the conversation.

"Exactly! You never get to drive her so you hid the keys as revenge." Dean formulated.

Sam just gave his brother the best bitch face to record and scoffed. "I'm not twelve, you probably just lost them on a hunt or something."

"Then how would we have gotten back, answer me that smartass."

"Magic...?"

"Oh of course magic I forgot we lived in the Renaissance!"

You face palmed and sighed, time to break up the pointless argument.

"Boys boys, please just chill." You put a firm hand on each of their shoulders, raising an eyebrow. "Dean, did you check in the Impala? Maybe you left the keys in there, it's very unlikely but just go look-"

"My god you three bicker like drag queens, please for the love RuPaul, shut the fuck up." A rather peculiar voice called out from the direction of the garage.

Dean shoved you behind him, one hand on your side to make sure you didn't move, the other holding his favorite gun.

"Ughhhh, what now." You dropped your forehead on Dean's back. You were more than capable to protect yourself, but the Winchesters had other ideas.

You heard the distinctive click of heeled boots near the three of you. You put your hands on Dean's shoulders and hoisted yourself up to peer over the hunter. Those shoes sounded expensive, but the only monster you could think who would typically wear such clothing were demons and angels, but the bunker was proofed of all monsters. So how the hell did one get in?

"Who are you and what are you?" Dean shouted at the approaching being, none of you could see them.

The stranger gasped, the clicking becoming faster as they came into view.

"Dean! Oh my god look at you! My view was never the best, but I always knew you were deliciously handsome!"

A man who wore the skinniest of skinny jeans that would put Katy Perry's skin tight jeans to shame clapped his hands excitedly, a big smile on his ruggedly shaved face.

"Yeah, what?" Dean put down his gun, taking in that this guy wasn't much of a threat. But his hand on your side remained as you squeezed yourself into the picture.

"I'm surprised you don't recognize me!" The man said gesturing down to his body. He was around the 5'10 range, charcoal grey skinnies that were neatly rolled with heeled, leather ankle  boots that shined brighter than a diamond. He wore a deep V neck tee that was stark white and contrasted intensely with the black leather jacket we wore. He had a solid scruff going on with tousled chocolate hair and deep brown eyes that seemed to be lined with eye liner that was expertly smudged but you couldn't be sure from a distance. (Face inspiration: Colin O'Donoghue, or Hook from OUAT)