Author's Note- Imagine #7! I think I've cranked out six of these today. Holy crap! I probably should have been doing homework haha. Oh well! I'm not very sure about this one. I don't think it came out well. I hope you enjoy it anyway, though!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the imagine that I'm using. Just how I interpreted it and my character Haven.

Good Dreams for Once

"Son of bitch. Sammy, I need you to drive," Dean said tiredly. They'd been on the road a long time and Dean hadn't slept for at least three days. Sam looked at his older brother worriedly as the Impala was pulled over.

"Are you okay?" the younger Winchester asked.

"I'm fine. Just need some sleep," Dean replied, sliding out of the car. Sam did the same and took his brother's spot behind the wheel. "Wake me up in a couple of hours." The car started and Dean let the rumble of his baby lull him to sleep.

"Dean, baby, wake up," a sweet voice gently called. Dean tiredly opened his eyes to find Haven, a fellow hunter, sitting in pajamas on the bed he was currently in. He looked around but didn't know where he was. A fact that immediately put him on edge.

"I got caught by a djinn again, didn't I?" he asked. Haven laughed and leaned over to kiss him softly.

"Nope. You're at home. With me."

"But you haven't been to the bunker in months. And this isn't the bunker."

"We moved out of there a while ago. Now get up. I made breakfast and we've got to meet up with Sam for the hunt," she replied, patting his leg. She gracefully hopped out of bed and left the room. Confused as all hell, Dean got up and got dressed.

Dean walked out into the kitchen to find Haven dressed and waiting for him.

"Looks good." They had a nice breakfast and before long they were driving down the road in the Impala.

"Sam said to meet him at the library," Haven told Dean. He glanced over at her.

"I've got a question."

"Fire away, baby," she answered with a grin.

"How long have we been together? And how have we managed to have such a normal life with hunting mixed in?" Haven laughed.

"That's two questions." Dean only stared for a moment before turning his eyes back to the road. "Fine. We've been together for a little over a year. And I don't know but we have." At that, she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

The next thing he knew, they were in a warehouse, facing a demon. Haven ran towards her, but the demon flung her arm out and blew Haven back into a wall.

"Haven!" Dean ran to her as Sam ganked the demon. She opened her eyes and smiled as Dean cradled her in his arms.

"I love you, Dean." She leaned up and pressed a loving kiss to his lips. She suddenly started to shake him and he pulled away.

"Dean! Wake up!" Sam said loudly. Dean woke with a snort and accidentally smacked his head against the window of the Impala.

"Son of bitch," the older Winchester groaned. "Where are we?"

"The bunker."

"Dude, I told you to wake me up in a couple of hours. We were at least four hours away when I went to sleep!"

"You needed the sleep. And you seemed to be having a pretty good dream. You kept mumbling Haven's name and right before I woke you up, you were making a kissy face," Sam snickered. Dean punched his brother in the arm.

"Shut up, bitch."

"Don't have to, jerk." They got out of the car and headed inside. Dean stopped in his tracks as he got to the bottom of the stairs.

"Hey, boys," Haven said with a grin. Dean dropped his bag and ran to her, wrapping her in his arms.

"I had a dream about you. Made me realize I love you," he whispered. She hugged him back tightly.

"I love you, too. It's why I came back. I had to tell you." Dean gently grasped her face and pulled her to meet his lips, a part of his dream coming true.