Supernatural Imagines // "Don't You Cry No More"

Imagine #1 - Dean Winchester

Imagine meeting Dean Winchester.

Word Count: 892

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You walk down the street, trying to ignore the hunger pains eating away at your stomach. You haven't had food in what seems like an eternity.

A cute, homely diner sits to your right. You've been there quite a few times over the years, and absolutely adore the welcoming atmosphere, the delicious food, and the general peace and quiet that the small business takes pride in.

With a small smile, you push against the door, the cool glass pressing firmly against your hands. The ringing of a bell informs everyone of your presence.

You opt to sit on a stool by the counter, your usual place to rest. White walls with yellow trim surround you, and they are decorated with various framed photos that you personally took. Pictures of yellow roses, old cars, and other smile-inducing sights.

"What can I get for you?" The waitress asks, and you can tell she's new because you don't recognize her.

You answer without even glancing at the menu, "Oh, I'll have a (f/d) and (f/f), please."

"Coming right up," she replies, walking into the kitchen area.

You smile and glance at your favourite picture that hangs just above the coffee machine. It's an (f/c) flower tied with a pretty white ribbon in a black vase sitting at the counter.

The waitress gives you your drink and you thank her for it. As you're just taking the first sip of your favourite beverage, you hear the bell above the door ring.

Instinctively, your head turns to see who's entered.

A handsome man enters the diner. He has short-cropped, dark blonde/almost brown hair, and wears jeans and a leather jacket. As he walks in, you avert your gaze, afraid of being caught staring.

You listen to his footsteps and take another drink as you stare at the wall in front of you.

The sound of a stool scraping against the floor fills your ears, as you see the man in your peripheral vision sit at the counter beside you.

"How may I help you?" The waitress from before asks the man, a huge smile on her face.

"I'll take a bacon cheeseburger," He replies, not missing a beat. The man's voice is a bit gruff and sounds wonderful to your ears.

"Coming right up," the waitress replies with a flirty grin.

The handsome stranger's attention lands on you, and you pretend not to notice. He grins, showing off his perfect white teeth.

"Hi there," he greets casually.

You turn to him with a small smile, "Hi."

"I'm Dean."

"I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you, Dean," you reply with a smile, sipping your drink again.

"You from around here?"

"Yeah, I've lived here for a while now." You answer.

He nods, "I'm just passing through, but it seems like a nice town."

"It's nice here," you agree. "But sometimes I think it'd be nice to have a change of pace. You know?"

"I know the feeling," He replies as the waitress brings your food and sits it in front of you.

Her gaze is focused on Dean, though, so she spills your drink in the process of laying your food down. She apologizes for her clumsiness, and you assure her that it's all right.

"It's fine." You say for the umpteenth time, grabbing a napkin to wipe at the stain on your shirt.

Dean helps you and the waitress clean the spill off the counter, and as you're doing so, his rough hand grazes yours. His eyes connect with yours and he smirks as you find your cheeks heating.

"Um, thanks," you say.

"No problem. I'm sorry about your shirt," he points out as the waitress gets you another drink.

You look down at the mess on your shirt and shake your head, "I'll throw it in the wash and it'll be fine."

"Well, not even a spoiled shirt could make you look bad." He comments with a sexy smile.

Now, you're sure that your cheeks are bright red.

With a light chuckle, you retort, "I'm sure there's nothing in the world that could make you look bad."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe." You smirk, gazing into his gorgeous green eyes.

He chuckles as he bites into his bacon cheeseburger.

"Good choice, by the way. The burgers here are delicious," You comment, watching him enjoy his food.

"Mmm," he mumbles while nodding his head, his eyes closed in bliss.

"Man, you should try the pie here," you say, finishing your own food.

His eyes open wide at the mention of pie. "Did you say pie?"

"Uh-huh."

"Love me some pie," he mumbles around the food in his mouth.

"Excuse me," you say to the waitress as she walks by, "Can I get two slices of pie here?"

"Coming up."

"Thanks," you smile after her.

Dean looks at you, "You didn't have to get me one."

"Who says it's for you?" You tease, making his smirk widen.

The pie comes and you give him one and eat together. You talk about a bunch of things, classic rock, and cars among them.

You enjoy talking to him, but it's getting late and you have to leave now.

"Well, Dean, it's nice meeting you. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime?" You say, standing and getting ready to depart.

"How about tomorrow? Dinner, here. Say seven o'clock?" He asks, with his signature grin.

"Sure," you reply with a smile of your own.

He smiles, and walks you out of the diner, "It's a date then."