Supernatural Imagines

DeanxReader•4

Imagine....sending you and Dean's daughter to her prom.

Your daughter descended the stairs, the train of her long, blue dress trailing behind her. " Honey, you look gorgeous." you gushed. She rarely ever dressed up, she didn't really like dresses. Neither did you so she took after you in that department. Dean came in looking at your daughter. "Wow...you look so....grown up!"he mumbled the last part with a smile. "But you really do look beautiful, sweetheart." he said giving her a kiss on the cheek and hugging her.

The door bell rang and Dean sighed. You opened the door and there was a young man wearing a black tuxedo in the doorway. Behind him you could see a large black limo. "Hi, I'm Steve, I'm here to pick up, (your daughter's name)."he said politely, smiling. "Hi I'm ,y/n, her mom. Come in, come in." you say shaking the young boy's hand. You walked in along with Steve. Your daughter walks in and Steve's eyes widen. "Wow....".

"Hey pretty boy, close your mouth, you're drooling." Dean says as he walks in. Steve turns red and mutters an apology.

You roll your eyes and try to hold back a smile. "Um,Steve, this is my husband Dean."you say, gesturing towards Dean. "Hi, I'm Dean Winchester, I'm an Aquarius, I enjoy sunsets,long walks on the beach, and frisky women." he says winking at you. You roll your eyes once again.

You take a few pictures and say goodbye to your daughter and Steve. Your daughter walks out of the room while you and Dean stay behind with Steve. "Do you know anything about guns, Steve?" He asks. "Um no sir." he stutters. "Well I do. I know a lot actually. Including how to shoot one."he says with an innocent smile on his face. "And I have such a good aim it should be illegal." he says still smiling. "If you hurt my baby girl I will shoot you so fast you won't even have time to react, let alone time to get away."

By now Steve was red and I could see sweat running down his forehead. "Oh and my wife's not so innocent either. She has better aim than me." The boy looks at you and you flash him a smile. He nods and walks away to meet your daughter.

You and Dean stand side by side, his arm around your waist, as you wave goodbye. "Have fun!" You call out. "But not too much fun!" Dean yells.