Supernatural Preferences, Imagines, and Gif Imagines!
Requests Closed (For Now)
I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ITS CHARACTERS
Characters:
Dean Winchester
Sam Winchester
Castiel
Gabriel
Lucifer
Balthazar
Adam Milligan
Charlie Bradbury
Crowley
J...
Balthazar, Adam, Charlie, and Crowley were not requested for this one...
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D E A N
After washing out the dye, blow-drying, and curling your hair, you finally got it to look the way you wanted it. Your long/short locks were now a vibrant midnight blue that looked black in the dark, but once in the light, it would give off a sexy, blue shine! You absolutely loved it and when you walked out of the bathroom, your hair glowing in the dim light of the bedroom, you knew someone else was enjoying the view as well!
"Like what you see, Winchester," you smirk at him, twisting your hair around your finger seductively.
"You're awesome!"
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S A M
You must have spent hours in the bathroom fiddling with your hair, trying to get it absolutely perfect. It's not like you regretted dying it red, you were just a little worried about how Sam was going to react. You had been leaving him hints all week long, and each time you warned him, he would reply with something negative. "Why would you want to do that?" "I like your natural color." "I don't like redheads!" But, being the independent woman that you were, you weren't going to let Sam stop you. However, your little boost of confidence slowly dwindled away after seeing how bright the dye actually took to your hair. It was flaming red! So much for subtlety!
"Are you okay in there, Y/N," your boyfriend asked, knocking on the bathroom door. "We're going to miss our dinner reservations if we don't leave soon."
"Coming," you called, taking a deep breath before giving one more glance at yourself in the mirror. Now or never.
Opening the bathroom door, you zoomed out, grabbing your coat from the bed quickly and avoiding direct eye contact with Sam. For a moment there is only silence causing you to become a little anxious. Finally, you whip around coming face to face with him.
"Yes, Sam! My hair is red! You can yell at me or stay completely silent for the rest of the night! I don't care! Because I like it," you finish your little rant, only for it to be followed by more silence. "Well! Aren't you going to say something? Please, say something!"
He stands there for a few more seconds, his eyes scanning your body from head to toe. Suddenly, a smirk dances upon his lips as he starts to take off his jacket.
"Bed. Now."
You smirk, your cheek blushing rose red. "But, what about dinner," you tease a little, gaining a little more confidence as you begin to play with your hair.
