Imagine Castiel gathering up all the courage to walk through the hallways of your school to bring you your lunch and all the girls in your room asking who he was after he leaves.

Imagine Dean stealing your glasses on the day you can't find your contacts and not giving them back until you kiss him.

"Dude," Dean says. "Check it out." "What?" Sam looks at Dean across the table from him. The two of them are in a small diner doing research. Dean's on the laptop, and Sam is flipping through an old book.

Spending practically twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week with someone or multiple someones will get you very intimate them.

"Hey," Sam called from behind his laptop, "check this out." Dean went around the small motel table to see the screen. "So I was researching the latest Supernatural books, and I found a website you might want to see." He pulled up the tab, logged in on Tumblr. "Becky was talking about it about a month ago."

Imagine Sam curling up with you and listening to your heartbeat to assure himself that you're still alive.

Imagine Dean getting down on one knee and proposing to you in the middle of an open field under the stars. By mstngsali1 at Tumblr

Imagine Dean seeing you dance with another guy at a bar after a bad fight, and imagine Dean apologizing for yelling at you.

You look up at the neon sign flashing "TATTOO" in glowing red, feeling that knot in your stomach twisting even tighter. A hand touches your shoulder, and you jump as you turn to see Sam has come up behind you...

One-Shot based on : "Imagine Sam, Cas, and Dean dying in order to save you.", "Imagine Crowley seeing you cry", and "Imagine Cas seeing you crying and becoming very confused"

I'm dancing with a guy, the slow sort of dancing where it's more like a really long hug with some feet shuffling thrown in. Even though I'd just met this guy twenty minutes ago, we're really close at this point, the kind of close that high school prom chaperones would be uncomfortable with...

You'd said that you wouldn't do it the last time. That it really would be the last time...

Imagine Dean crying because you died and his last words to you were "I hate you." The last thing you wanted was for you and Dean to get in a fight, especially during a hunt, but it happened…

You were worried. Scared that they might find out…

I flip throw yet another Men of Letters book. I'm really getting tired of all this research but someone's gotta figure out how to get all those angels back into heaven. I groan loudly and…