Hi! I just found your account yesterday and have been reading your imagines non-stop! Love them!! Could you write me a Dean imagine with a situation of your choice? Thanks! Xx
Hi! I’m glad that you like my blog! Here’s the imagine, as requested. I hope you like it!
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Opening the passenger door of the Impala, you handed Dean the bag of take out you’d just bought.
“Did you get pie?” he asked, rifling through the food in the bag.
“Ah, crap,” you said. “I forgot. I’m sorry.”
Dean’s head shot up. “How can you forget about pie, Y/N?” he demanded.
“I’m tired, Dean. Today’s been exhausting. It just slipped my mind. But look! There’s plenty of other stuff there. Just have some of that!”
“But pie is pie. I can’t eat any of these cheap substitutes!”
“Look, Dean, I’m not going back in there to buy you a pie, if that’s what you’re getting at. Let’s just get back to the motel, alright? Sam’s waiting for us,” you said.
“Fine,” Dean muttered, taking a bite out of a burger you had bought and starting up the Impala.
“You know what?” you began as the Impala pulled down the street.
“What?” Dean asked.
“You eat way too much pie,” you stated. “It’s not normal.”
“Baby, can you believe what Y/N just said? She’s crazy!” he said to the Impala.
“You know what else isn’t normal? Talking to your car like it’s an actual person,” you told Dean.
“Don’t listen to her, Baby. She’s just jealous,” Dean said, running a hand over the dashboard.
“In fact,” you continued, ignoring what Dean had just said, “I’m hosting an intervention. A pie intervention.”
“That’s not even a thing!” Dean complained.
“It is now,” you retorted.
“You can’t take my pie away from me!” he exclaimed.
“It’s for your own good, Dean,” you mocked.
“Alright then,” Dean replied, pulling into the motel parking lot and cutting the engine.
“You’re agreeing with me?” you asked in astonishment.
“As much as I hate to say it, yes. But on one condition.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “If I don’t get pie, I want something else to keep my mind off it,” he continued.
“And what would that be?” you asked.
Dean put his hand on the back of your head, pulling you towards him until your lips met. After several moments, he pulled back and looked you straight in the eye.
“You,” he stated simply.
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Was that one shorter than usual? I’m not sure. Either way, thanks for reading! Any feedback you have would be much appreciated, as would requests. Also, please don’t repost without giving credit!