Supernatural Imagines

Dean x Reader//All That Jazz and a Bit of Skin

Song of Choice: All That Jazz- Chicago

Requested by Thatdorkhaley:
     You tease Dean by giving Baby a car wash.
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The radio was on. Loud, blaring, blasting music that would make your grandparents gasp in offense. You dipped, soaped, screamed along, enjoying the hot summer day. It was quiet for once, so you decided to enjoy it.

The boys and you had been on hunt after hunt for the last two weeks, no rest in between. It was motel to motel, fast food to even worse fast food until your stomach hurt and you felt jet lag pulling you down on your ass. But now, you were free. The murders had stopped for now, other hunters taking care of the ones you couldn't get to in time. It felt like pure bliss.

And now here you were, back at the bunker, in a swimsuit, washing Baby. The car took a beating on the last case. Apparently monsters like to bash cars and roll them in mud banks. She had a few dents, but nothing that Dean couldn't fix. However, he needed to be able to get to them without mud getting in his way. So, you put on a swimsuit, filled a bucket with soapy water, and began to wash her.

You had music playing loudly, so loud that Dean peeked out to see what you were doing. He smirked, you winked, and bent down to dip the sponge back into the bucket. You swore you could see his cheeks flush a deeper color.

"Like what you see, Winchester?" He rolled his eyes at your teasing words and went back inside. His mind continued to play what you had said over and over like a looped song on an ipod. He knew you were trying to get to him, and he knew you knew it was working. Because when he peeked his head out through a window, he saw you leaning over the hood of baby, stretching to reach the top which would have been easy access from the sides.

Dean narrowed his eyes at you, watching every movement you made, all full of sauve that showed off your assets. Your lips then started to move as the song changed, bopping along with the instruments until the lyrics started up.

"Come on babe, why don't we paint the town?" Your eyes were lidded over, eyelashes fluttering as you turned around and watched him, a smirk on your lips. "And all that jazz," he was entranced with every move you made. Swirls, twirls, dips and ducks, he couldn't turn away. You were mesmerizing to him and you knew that. The jazz came alive in the curves of your body, and when the song ended, Dean was itching for more.

But you weren't willing to give any. You washed down the car with a spray of water, ran a hand through your hair and picked up the bucket full of soap and water, sauntering off, hips shaking because you couldn't quite shake that feeling of jazz.

And all that jazz left his head spinning, body tipping over. He had to hold onto the windowsill to keep standing, eyes still staring at the spot where you used to be and where now Baby sat, sparkling in the sun.

"Hope you enjoyed the show," whispered in his ear. By the time he turned around, you were gone.
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This is so short I hate myself.

Anyways, I've seen Love, Simon three times what's new with you?

- noelle

     xoxo