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Could you write an imagine where the guys are in a hunt with the reader and they have to help the ghostfacers ? And they keepfilrting with the reader but dean become jaleaous because she's his girlfriend ? Thanks !!!

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Hi! Thanks for requesting an imagine. I hope this is what you were after!

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You, Sam and Dean had just arrived at your latest job and were unloading gear from the Impala.

“Ah, crap,” you heard Dean, your boyfriend, mutter.

“What’s up?” you asked him.

“Over there,” he replied, nodding in the direction of the drive leading up to the house. Looking over, you saw a van pulling up.

“Ghostfacers?” you asked in confusion, reading the lettering on the side of the van.

“It’s this bunch of amateur ‘ghost hunters’,” Sam explained. “They film all their so called hunts and are trying to get a TV series out of it.”

“How do you know them?” you asked.

“We first ran into the two main guys, Harry and Ed, whilst investigating a haunted house. Although at the time all they did was run a paranormal website. Then we ran into them a while later at another haunted house. That time, they had the whole crew with them.”

“Are they any good?” you asked.

Sam burst out laughing.

“What?” you questioned him.

“I once told them to form a circle with salt from my duffel bag and get in it and they thought I was telling them to get into the bag,” Dean told you.

You couldn’t help yourself. You burst out laughing as well.

At this point, the Ghostfacers had started piling out of the van.

“It’s the Winchester douchebags,” you overheard one of them complaining as they noticed the Impala.

“You know what? I think I’m gonna go check out the house before those idiots mess things up,” Dean told you and Sam. “Try to keep them out of the way.”

He leaned over to press a kiss to your temple before walking off to investigate.

“Greetings, Winchester.” You looked up to see that the Ghostfacers had made their way over to you.

“Hi,” Sam replied with a strained smile.

“Who is this?” one of the Ghostfacers asked, his eyes trained on you.

“This is Y/N,” Sam introduced you. You nodded at them in acknowledgement.

“Y/N, this is Ed,” Sam gestured towards the one who had been checking you out. “Harry,” he told you, pointing towards the man beside Ed. “And those two are Maggie and Kenny,” he finished off.

“Hey,” you said to them, getting a few murmured greetings in response.

Ed turned to the rest of his group. “Why don’t you guys get the rest of the equipment from the van while I talk to these two?”

They headed off, leaving you and Sam alone with Ed.

“Did it hurt?” Ed asked, looking straight at you.

“This?” you queried, pointing at a scrape on your arm, figuring that it must be what he was referring to.

“No, I’m talking about when you fell from Heaven. Did it hurt?” he repeated.

By now you were thoroughly confused. Did he know something about the angels? Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Sam looked as if he were about to explode from trying to keep in his laughter.

“It’s just that you look like an angel,” Ed continued. Realisation dawned on you. The Ghostfacer was hitting on you.

“Um,” you replied, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

“You know,” Ed rushed on. “We’re like, this close to making it big in Hollywood.”

“Is that so?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

He nodded emphatically. “Oh definitely. And between you and me,” he added, leaning in towards you, “I reckon there’s gonna be a bunch of girls fighting over me. But I could always reserve a place for you, if you wanted.”

“I think that’s enough,” Dean said, coming over to wrap a protective arm around you. You hadn’t noticed him leave the house but you were grateful that he had showed up. Ed was starting to make you a bit uncomfortable and even though you could take care of yourself, it was nice to know that your boyfriend had your back.

“Y/N, could I speak with you for a minute?” Dean asked.

“Sure,” you replied, allowing him to pull you off to the side. “What’s up?”

“I don’t like the way he was looking at you,” Dean said.

“You jealous or something?” you asked with a laugh. However, it died off pretty quickly when you noticed that he was avoiding eye contact.

“You are jealous!” you said in amazement.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked. You frowned at him in confusion.

“Care to explain?”

“It’s just, guys like that have normal lives. You could settle down with them, get a 9 'til 5 kind of job. Ed probably isn’t the best example of normal, but still. I mean, what have I got to offer you? A bunch of crappy motels?”

“Dean, listen to me,” you said, grabbing his face and turning him to look at you. “You have nothing to worry about with him. He tried to pick me up by asking if I got hurt in the fall because I looked like an angel.” This earned a small smile from Dean.

“Besides,” you continued, “I don’t want a normal life. I don’t want a 9 'til 5 job. I picked you, Dean, and that includes everything about you. I don’t care that instead of a picket fence we’ve got a neon motel sign. I love you, and that’s all that matters to me.”

Dean looked down at you. “Really?” he asked.

“Really,” you confirmed.

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