Can I request an imagine where the reader hunt with Garth and the Winchester come help and after they've finished, Dean tell her that he think he's falls in love with her and he asks her to come hunting with him and Sammy ? Thanks !
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“So when are these new hunters supposed to be meeting us?” you asked Garth.
“Any time now. They said - there they are!” Garth exclaimed. “Sam! Dean! Over here!”
The two hunters came over to your booth in the diner and Garth gave each of them a hug. Pulling away, he introduced you. “Y/N, this is Sam,” he gestured to the taller one, “and this is Dean.”
Your eyes passed over Sam and then shifted to Dean. Your breath caught in your throat. You’d met plenty of other hunters in your time but none of them had looked like that…
“Hi,” Sam said, snapping you out of your trance.
“Oh, um, hi,” you replied, flustered. You could’ve sworn you saw Dean smirk.
“So what have you got on the case so far?” Dean asked.
“Quite a lot actually,” Garth replied. “Maybe we could have lunch and then go back to our motel and we’ll show you all we’ve got?”
“Sounds good,” Sam said.
“Yeah,” Dean agreed. “I’m starving. I’m gonna get me some pie!”
After he’d gone off, you turned to Sam, who had sat down beside you. “Does he always get that excited about pie?”
“Pretty much,” he replied, calling a waitress over to order a burger.
“Y/N,” Dean said, coming back and sitting down.
“Yeah?”
“Garth says you’re a pretty good hunter.”
“One of the best,” Garth chimed in. You smiled appreciatively at him.
“I must say, I’m looking forward to seeing you in action,” Dean continued. “How did you get into the life, anyway?”
You looked down at your plate.
“Shit,” Dean said. “Look, Y/N, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry. We can talk about something else.”
“No, it’s fine,” you assured him. “Actually, I was possessed by a demon and I killed a lot of people. And then the demon left me for dead. I think that was its idea of fun. But then Garth found me and helped me, and I asked him to teach me how to fight those things, because no one deserves to go through that.”
“How long ago was this?” Sam asked gently.
“I’ve been working with Garth for about 6 months, I think.”
“Well now that we’ve all had lunch, why don’t we go back and tell you what we’ve got on the case?” Garth suggested. You looked up at him, trying to express how grateful you were for the change in subject. He nodded back at you to show he’d gotten the message.
“Yeah, sure,” Dean said. “We’ll follow you in the Impala.”
—-
The four of you were back at your motel and Garth had just finished explaining the spirit case.
“So I guess you could say that this ghost is dead serious about getting back at his victims, huh?” Dean said.
Sam rolled his eyes, but you giggled. Noticing this, Dean grinned. “You liked that?”
You shook your head, struggling to talk between laughter. “It’s…just…so…bad!” you gasped out.
“You still laughed though,” Dean pointed out.
“Very true,” you answered with a smile, catching Dean’s eyes with your own.
“Shall we go take down this spirit, then?” Sam interjected.
“Sure! Let’s go,” Garth said happily, walking out to his car. After another quick smile in Dean’s direction, you followed him out.
—-
An hour later, you were standing over a burning grave.
“One day, we should bring marshmallows,” Dean said in your ear.
You burst out laughing. “That’s disgusting! They’d have essence of dead guy on them!”
“But they’d have a smoky flavour.”
You grinned up at him. “You’re ridiculous, Dean Winchester.”
“Let’s go load up the cars,” Sam said. He and Garth headed towards the vehicles but as you turned to follow them, Dean’s arm reached out and touched the crook of your elbow.
“Wait,” he said. You turned and looked at him expectantly.
When he didn’t say anything, you prompted him. “What is it?”
“I’ve been thinking… I mean, I know you and Garth hunt together but maybe…maybe you might wanna try something different? Would you like to come hunting with Sammy and I? I totally get it if you don’t want to, that’s cool. I mean -”
“Dean,” you interrupted. “I’d love to.”
Dean’s face broke out into a grin. “Oh thank God. I would’ve looked like an idiot if you’d said no.”
“Well, I didn’t.” You were about to go to the car when a thought struck you. “Dean, why did you ask?”
All of a sudden, Dean couldn’t meet your eyes. “I - You - I just -”
“Dean. Spit it out.”
He looked up at you. “I really like you, Y/N, and I want to see where this could go if we try it out.”
You grinned up at him. “I was hoping you’d say something like that,” you told him, pulling him down for a kiss.
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