Original Imagine: (Imagine teenage!Dean and you passing filthy, naughty notes during class)
Reader Gender: (female)
Word Count: 2400
Warnings: (It’s not about passing notes anymore, but what happened afterwards. I hope it fits what you expected.)
You had seen him in the hallway again before you went home. He stood at his locker and gave you this smug grin: “Eight, right?”
“Just if you have nothing better to do!” you shrugged your shoulders and leaned on his shoulder so you could whisper in his ear: “I can take care of myself… good”
His grin got wider and he spoke with a low voice: “I’ll be there at half past seven”
Original imagine: “Imagine giving Dean oral at a restaurant”
Reader gender: Female
Word count: 373
You made sure that you were all ready to humiliate Dean at the diner you were going to. About a week ago, you caught him telling Sam and Cas about your sex life. You decided to humiliate him in public. You laugh a little as you slide into the impala. Dean parks her and you get out of the car. You get a booth and Dean sits to the right of you so you’re on the outside.
Sam shows up with Cas and they take the seats across from you. “So what do you think it is this time?” Sam asks.
Awesome, thanks a bunch~
This has not been a published imagine on the blog, therefore this request is invalid.
If they did, I can’t seem to find it.
Nope, it has not been written yet.
Original: Imagine being insecure aout your weight and Dean deciding to show you how sexy you are (http://dirtysupernaturalimagines.tumblr.com/post/78694966280/source)
Reader Gender: female
Word Count: 1533
Warnings: a whole bunch of feels. This was probably one of my favorites and one of the hardest because it hits home.
“Gross” was what came to mind when staring in the mirror. You weren’t the smallest girl in the world, nor were you the biggest, but the little plumps and pokes of fat still bothered you.
Twisting your body around, your fingers pinched at skin and curves as if it would make them smaller. You cocked your head to the side, focused on your own gaze.
“I’m pretty…” you whispered to yourself, not out of vanity, but more of an uplifting chant you tell yourself everyday as you got dressed.
Original Imagine: http://dirtysupernaturalimagines.tumblr.com/post/72812953999
Reader Gender: (female)
Word Count: 2739
Sam, Dean and Bobby had gone hunting. The house was quiet and peaceful. It was some time you lived with Bobby, since that incident he couldn’t handle, and you went out injured. Only you survived and that caused Bobby a big need to take care of you. So your job was to answer the phone, pretending to be the secretary of the agent Willis from FBI if Bobby was found outside or in the bathroom. You had seen the boys only once before, and were only a few minutes that don’t you shared more than a “hi”, but you could hear how they asked Bobby about you after you disappeared after the back door for a walk before dinner. Now they three were hunting, a small matter, and Adam, the youngest Winchester, was on the porch. He was there because in the previous hunt he had been hurt, nothing serious, just his right foot, but a big disadvantage when he comes to work. So Bobby went with them, leaving him there. Being there with him was weird. He was a stranger. That silence that occurs when you leave alone with a person you doesn’t know, but you have to deal with for some time. The fact that he was young and sexy had nothing to do with, or that was you wanted to think. You were standing in front of the door, looking through it. He was only left there, with the orange and intense sunset light bathing everything in warm tones that caused you a soft tingling in the stomach, just for the beautiful view. Then you decided to go outside. He turned his head towards you at the sound of the door.
“You want a beer?” you asked, holding up the bottle you had brought with you.