Imagine Dean distracting you from your work.

     Lines upon lines of text flashed on the screen in front of you, a seemingly endless stream of information taking up your night and keeping you locked in your seat for further research. Sam was in the library looking through some dusty old books, you were seeing what you could dig up online surrounded by the comfort of your bedroom, and Dean … well, you weren’t sure where Dean was.

     You felt two large hands run from your shoulders to the top of your hips.

     Now you were.

     “What are you doing?” you asked. “I’m trying to work.”

     Dean’s hands continued their journey down and curled around your thighs, then leisurely moved back up to pull your hair over your shoulder. His voice rumbled against your skin when he spoke.

     “Carry on,” he mumbled in a low voice. “I don’t mind.”

     You shook your head and breathed a sigh of determination, strong in your conviction to ignore your boyfriend’s wandering hands and continue your research.

     That confidence lasted for about 60 seconds.

     “Dean,” you breathed, letting your eyes flutter shut as he left open-mouthed kisses along the length of your throat. Your fingers stilled on the keyboard and fell away. You didn’t protest when Dean pushed the lid of your laptop shut.

     You quickly spun in your chair and let Dean pull you up to standing, his hands on either side of your face as his lips collided with yours. You practically tripped over your own feet as you pushed Dean towards the bed, your eyes flicking to the door for the briefest second to make sure it was locked. When his legs hit the mattress Dean fell onto it with a thump.

     Your legs were on either side of Dean’s in an instant, straddling his lap as his fingered pushed into your hair. Your chest pressed against his and his lips found yours again. Your clothing lasted about as long as your resolve had.

     Maybe a little break wouldn’t hurt.

Note: I’m trying out a new header for my imagines! Any thoughts? I thought my old ones were getting really boring but I’m not sure how I feel about this one either. Let me know what you guys think!

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Imagine ringing in the new year with Sam and your boyfriend Dean.

     “Okay, everyone gets a drink!”

     Yow watched Sam and Dean exchange an amused look as you handed them each a champagne flute – which wasn’t filled with champagne, but beer, a beverage choice that was the result of you giving up on trying convince them to drink the sparkling wine and deciding the delicate glasses were enough of a win, no matter what was in them. But it wasn’t about the drinks.

     When the countdown on the laptop in front of you started flashing you moved to your boyfriend’s side and wrapped your free arm around his waist, the other hand holding your makeshift bubbly. Dean pulled you closer and, to your surprise, started counting out loud.

     “Ten, nine …”

     You smiled and grabbed Sam’s hand, pulling him in front of the computer to watch.

     “Six, Five …”

     A smile spread across your lips as you counted with your boys, getting ready to ring in the new year after your first real Christmas.

     “Three, two …”

     You wrapped your arm around Dean’s neck and kept your eyes glued to the screen.

     “One! HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

     You turned in Dean’s arms and jumped up on your tippy toes, planting a kiss on his lips he would remember until next year. Then you spun and pulled Sam in for a hug, almost spilling your drink in a failed attempt to reach over his shoulder. The ringing sound of glasses clinking filled the air as you toasted to the new year. Animated Fireworks lit up the computer screen as a background for the glowing number 2017.

     “See! I told you that would be fun.” You smiled at Sam and Dean as they set their empty glasses down on one of the library’s wooden tables, the contents having been downed in one sip after the countdown struck zero.

     Dean pulled you against his side and said, “You were right, it was fun,” after kissing the top of your head. You looked to Sam and he said the same thing.

     For a moment everything felt normal, like you didn’t spend your life hunting monsters and there wasn’t danger lurking around every corner, and you smiled at the two most important men in your life.

     “Happy New Year.”

Note: This wasn’t technically supposed to be a part of my 12 Days of Supernatural but you can kind of think of this as a bonus 13th day! Not actually Christmas, but I think we all kind of lump Christmas and New Years together as one big holiday! Or at least I do :p

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