Supernatural Imagines

Closed Door/Dean

I walked into Sam's room without knocking and flopped on the bed.

"Dean?" He questioned.

I groaned in responce.

"Okay, Dean. What happened this time?" Sam asked, turning off the TV and sitting up straighter.

"I just- he's being a cute little shit. This isn't fair." I pouted.

"What? That you have feelings for my brother?" Sam smirked.

"Yes! Why did it have to be me?" I sighed, sitting up.

"Because you two are soulmates. How many times do I have to say it?" Sam groaned.

"Shut up, Sammy." I flicked his forhead.

"So when you gonna tell him?" Sam smirked.

"Never. It'll be weird and awkward because he doesn't even like me back." I sighed.

A knock rang through the room. We turned and saw Dean in the doorway.

"Hey, uh, Y/N. Can I talk to you for a moment?" He asked, smirking.

Nervousness ran through my vains. How long had he been standing there? Had he heard anything? I nervously nodded and stood up.

"Use protection." Sam smirked.

I sent him a glare and didn't noice Dean's wink and smirk. We left the room as Dean led me down to his room. I was still nervous of what he's gonna do.

I entered his room and he shut the door behind us. He then grabbed me by the waist and pushed me up against the door. He stared into my eyes, those beautiful eyes you could easily get lost in.

"God you're beautiful." He mumbled.

My face turned a deep shade of red at those words. Our faces were only 2 inches apart. One wrong move and we would kiss.

"Y/N?"

"Yes, Dean?"

"I love you."

I looked up from his lips to his eyes.

"What?" I asked gently.

"I. Love. You. I love your smile, your laugh, those beautiful eyes. I love the way your eyebrows scrunch up when you do research. I love that you'll do anything for me and Sam. I love to watch you talk because damn, look at those lips." His thumb gently traced them. "Everytime you walk I can't take my eyes off of you. I look at you and I see pure perfection. I, Dean Winchester, fell in love with you, Y/N L/N." He muttered.

The tip of his nose touched mine. Those words were all I needed. I grabbed him by the collar of his flannel and yanked him down to kiss me.

His soft lips on mine was something I had imagined for months. I had never imagined it to be this good. Our lips moulded together like two perfect puzzel pieces. His hands held my hips in a tight grip. My hands played with the baby hairs on the back of his neck.

Eventually, we ran out of breath and pulled away. He placed his forhead on mine, eyes still closed.

"Hey Dean. If it wasn't already obvious, I love you too." I giggled.

He chuckled.

"I figured."