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February 2014

Hi ! Could I get an imagine where the reader is Garth's friend and they work together. One day, they met Dean and Sam, and Dean fall in love with the reader and he finally tell her and kiss her ? Reaaaally fluffy please !!!! Thaaaaaaaanks !!!

Hi! I’m so, so sorry that it took so long for me to answer this request. It’s just when I first received it, I hadn’t gotten up to the Garth episodes and over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been having some pretty intense Supernatural marathon sessions and I’m FINALLY caught up to Australian TV! I’m still 2 episodes behind America though (so no spoilers!) but it means I’ll have more writing time!

Anyway, I hope it was worth the wait!

~~~~~~

“Hey, Garth!” you called as you walked into the motel room.

“Hey, Y/N,” he replied.

“So did you find out anything about the vampire we’re hunting?” you asked as you locked the door behind you.

“I did.”

“Well?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It turns out we’re not dealing with one vampire,” Garth replied.

“So what? Two? Three?”

“More like a whole nest,” Garth answered reluctantly.

“What? Garth, we can’t take on an entire nest by ourselves!” you exclaimed.

“I know. That’s why I called in some other hunters to help us out.”

“Garth…”

“Look, Y/N, I know you aren’t particularly fond of working with other hunters but trust me. The guys I called are Sam and Dean Winchester. They’re great. I’m sure you’ll love them. And Dean loves pie, just like you!” Garth explained.

You sighed. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance of you telling them not to bother?”

“Nope!” Garth said. “Besides, they’re already on their way. They should be here within the hour.”

“Garth! A little warning next time!”

“Sorry,” he shrugged. “But I can’t help it if they were in the area.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Whatever. I’m gonna go have a shower before they get here.”

You stood under the hot water, letting it soak your sore muscles. You really loved hunting at times but the aches you got after working a job…let’s just say that you could definitely go without them.

You knew that you’d probably been in the shower for too long but you had nothing else to do, considering you and Garth couldn’t work on the case until the other hunters arrived. Besides, it was little luxuries like this that you lived for.

When you finally stepped out of the bathroom and got dressed, you could faintly make out voices coming from the main area of the motel room. With your hair still damp, you left the bathroom to see what was going on.

In front of you stood Garth with two other men.

“Y/N, I’d like you to meet the Winchesters,” Garth announced.

“Hey, I’m Sam,” said the first brother, who towered over you.

“I’m Dean.” You turned your gaze to the second brother. This one also stood above you, but didn’t dwarf you as much as Sam. And Dean was hot. There was no other way of putting it. And those eyes…

“I thought you guys weren’t going to be here for another half hour,” you said, snapping yourself out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, well, we got lucky with traffic and stuff like that,” Dean responded.

“It probably helps that you never follow the speed limit,” Sam interjected.

“Hey,” Dean protested. “It’s not my fault the Impala’s built the way she is. I just want Baby to be used to the best of her abilities.”

This piqued your interest. “You have an Impala? What year?”

“1967.”

“Awesome,” you grinned. “But maybe we should discuss the case?”

“Right,” Dean said. “The case. We were just talking and Sammy and I think that we should head out as soon as possible, while it’s still daylight.”

“Shouldn’t you guys prepare a bit?”

“Actually, Garth sent us all the info you had while we were driving here. Besides, this isn’t the first vampire nest we’ve taken down,” Sam explained.

“Oh. Ok then. I guess I’ll sort my stuff out then,” you answer, going over to your bed to pack your gear.

Garth followed you. “So. What do you think? I told you they were cool.”

“Shh! Garth! They can probably hear you!” you hissed.

“Don’t worry. The Winchesters and I are tight. They don’t mind,” Garth assured you.

“Right,” you replied with a roll of your eyes. “Well, come on then. Let’s get this show on the road.”

——

The hunt was tough but finally, Dean decapitated the last vampire. The four of you stood in place, panting, before a voice finally pierced the silence. “You’ve just been Garthed.”

You couldn’t help it. You burst out laughing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop and soon, all of you were in hysterics.

Finally, the four of you regained control and you looked up to find Dean gazing at you with a look of wonder.

“I’m gonna go out to the car and get some stuff to deal with these corpses,” Sam said.

“I’ll help you,” Garth answered. The two hunters left, leaving you and Dean alone.

“Why are you staring at me?” you asked.

“Because when you were laughing…you were just so beautiful, so full of life. You don’t see that in a lot of hunters,” Dean answered, walking over to you. “And I guess - I guess that I kind of want to make you laugh like that.”

“Wh-what?” you stammered out.

“I think…I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Dean began. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.”

“But you’ve just met me,” you said.

“Which is exactly why you should let me take you out on a date,” Dean responded. “I want to check if I’m right.”

“Well if you put it that way…” you trailed off.

Dean took another step towards you, so that your toes were touching. He moved his hand to cup the back of your neck and leaned down, fitting his lips to yours.

“So will you go out with me?” he asked, pulling back after a moment.

“Yeah,” you breathed out.

~~~~~~~~

Thank you for reading! Any requests or feedback you have are welcome. Also, this was my first time writing Garth (who I LOVE) so if you think he was a bit OOC, just let me know so I can work on it.

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Feb 26, 2014 25 notes
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It’s official! This blog is one month old!

I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who’s followed me, requested an imagine, read my imagines and everyone who has liked/reblogged my fics. You guys mean the world to me.

Thank you all so much for making this last month so awesome!

P.S. I’ll probably have another imagine up tomorrow.

Feb 16, 2014 4 notes
#love you all #thanks
hi! okay so you are probably the best imagines writer I have come across!

*blushes* You are my favourite person right now! Seriously, you have no idea how much this message meant to me. Thank you so, so much.

Feb 14, 2014 2 notes
Could you pleaaaassse do a cute imagine where you teach Cas how to kiss and yeah and it turns out all fluffy and adorable!! xoxo

Hi! I swear, this was the CUTEST requests I have ever received. Thanks for sending it in! I know it’s taken a while to write so I’m really sorry for that.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Most of my requests have not been gender specific but this one was. I just felt it worked best to have something written in. But if you want, feel free to replace ‘her’.

~~~~~~~~

“Y/N, there is a couple outside kissing. And the girl is holding roses,” Cas informed you.

“Well, it is Valentine’s Day, Cas. The most romantic holiday of the year,” you teased.

“I don’t understand,” Cas said.

“Well, it’s this day celebrated all over the world where people-”

“No,” Cas interrupted. “I mean that I don’t understand the kissing part.”

“What about it?” you asked in confusion.

A slow blush spread across Castiel’s cheeks. “I don’t understand…”

“What is it, Cas?” you prompted gently.

“I don’t understand how you do it,” Cas admitted.

“Hey, there’s no need to be ashamed,” you told him. “Come on, sit down,” you said, patting the lounge beside you.

Cas sat down and turned to face you. “Why am I sitting down?”

“Because I’m going to give you some advice. First,” you instructed, “you’ll want to to place your hand on her face. No, not like that,” you said as Cas placed his hand heavily on your cheek. “Gentler, like you’re cupping it. That’s better.”

“Next, look her in the eyes so that she can see how much you care about her.” You looked up to see Cas looking at you in adoration. “Um, yeah, like that,” you murmured.

You took in a deep breath. “Then you should put your arm around her back or around her waist, to pull her body towards you.”

“And then,” you continued, your face mere inches from Castiel’s, “you look down to her lips. It’ll drive her crazy.”

“What next?” Cas asked. He was so close that you could feel his breath ghosting across your lips.

“You lean in and kiss her,” you uttered.

Cas leaned down and fitted his lips to yours. It was soft. Sweet. Loving. He pulled back.

“Was that satisfactory?” he inquired.

A nervous laugh escaped your lips. “I guess you could say that. You know, considering you’re a beginner, you’re pretty good at this,” you told him.

A thought crossed your mind, causing you to lean back. “Cas?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Why did you want to know about kissing?”

“Because…There’s someone that I wanted to kiss,” he said.

“Oh,” you replied, a sinking feeling in your stomach. You knew that you shouldn’t be disappointed but you had hoped that he had felt the same connection you had felt. “Well, I’m sure whoever you want to kiss will love it.”

“Couldn’t you give me the verdict now?”

“Wh-what?” you asked shakily.

“It’s just…I have feelings for you. Human feelings. And Dean has informed me that I should kiss you but I didn’t know how and I wasn’t sure if the feeling was mutual-”

“Cas,” you cut him off.

“Yes?”

“If you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask.”

“Ok then. Well, may I kiss you again?” Cas asked.

“You may,” you murmured before leaning forward to bring his lips to yours once more.

~~~~

Thank you for reading. And Happy Valentine’s Day! Just remember - it’s not just about romantic love. There are other kinds of love too. For example, one of my closest friends made a cake to share. And it was awesome.

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Feb 14, 2014 67 notes
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Could you do an imagine where the reader is dating Castiel and she gets kidnapped by demons and they torture until Cas comes and saves her? Really cute at the end please? :)

Hey! Thanks for the request! I don’t think I have enough cuteness in the end but I hope you like it! And sorry for the wait.

TRIGGER WARNING: TORTURE.
~~~~~

“Cas,” you called as you knotted your shoelaces. “I’m gonna go for a jog!”

Cas appeared in the doorway. “I do hope you’ll be careful. It’s getting dark outside.”

“I’ll be fine, Cas,” you assured him as you stood up and stretched. “I used to go jogging all the time and look! I’m still here!”

“I know that,” Cas responded, still looking worried.

“Cas,” you murmured. “Everything will be fine. I’ll only be gone 20 minutes, half an hour tops.”

Castiel pulled you in for a kiss. “Have fun,” he said as you pulled away.

“I will!” you replied with a grin before you slipped out the door.

–

Your feet pounded on the concrete footpath and you felt your breathing get into a rhythm. You’d missed this feeling that running gave you, the feeling of being weightless whilst simultaneously feeling as though you had never been more grounded and secure. These days, most of the running you did was from something. It was nice to finally be able to run simply because you could.

You heard footsteps behind you, matching the rhythm of your own. It didn’t surprise you as you had seen others out jogging around this time of day. What did surprise you was the shove you felt from behind and the crack as your head made contact with the footpath. However, you barely had time to register your surprise before the blackness ate away at the edges of your vision, leaving you with nothing.

–

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open once more. You tried to turn your head to see where you were but found that your movements were restricted. Your arms and legs were also tied down and a rag had been stuffed into your mouth to keep you from crying out.

“Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakes. Didn’t even wait for the kiss.” You strain to see in your peripheral vision and see a man striding towards you. “Of course,” he adds, stepping in front of you, “I would’ve much preferred it if we’d stuck to the original script. It’s traditional, don’t you think?” he leered at you, his eyes flashing black. Demon.

You struggled to free yourself, to no avail. “I wouldn’t bother if I were you,” he said. “After all, you can’t fight me tied up and you can’t recite any of your little exorcism chants with your pretty little mouth clogged up.”

You felt physically sick at the things he was saying. But you knew, with a sinking feeling of despair, that everything he was saying was true. He’d gotten the jump on you and now you had to suffer the consequences.

The demon stepped towards you. “You know,” he began. “I have waited a very, very long time for this. To have you here, all tied up. It’s nice, don’t you think? After all, you’ve put me through hell - pardon the pun - and I think it’s about time I returned the favour.”

He grabbed a knife from the table beside him and ran his fingers over the blade. “I could kill you,” he said, “But where’s the fun in that? No, I think I’m going to make this last. You know, savour the taste.”

Suddenly, the demon lashed out with the knife, slicing it along your forearm. You tried to cry out but your screams were lost in the rag stuffed in your mouth.

Again and again he pulled the knife on you. Arms. Legs. Torso. Again and again you screamed and tried to break free of your bonds. But it seemed that the more you struggled, the more it felt like you were being restrained. It was as if each time you moved, the cuffs grew a little bit tighter.

You were weak and your head was spinning from loss of blood. Surely he would end it. Surely he’d had his fun by now. But each time he looked as though he was done, he simply picked up yet another instrument of torture.

Just as he picked up a branding iron and was about to sear it onto your skin, his eye sockets lit up, as though torches had been lit in them.

You closed your eyes, your whole body attempting to shy away from this blinding light. And then it stopped and you heard a thump.

As you opened your eyes, you saw the demon slumped on the floor, dead. And standing over its body was Cas.

“Y/N,” he murmured, reaching forward to heal your injuries.

“Cas?” you asked. “But how-how did you find me?”

“There is no place in this world where you can find yourself in danger where I won’t come and save you,” he said, breaking apart the manacles which had been holding you down.

Castiel pulled you into his arms, lightly rocking you as you started to sob. “You’re safe now, Y/N,” he told you. “You’re safe.”

~~~~~~~

Thank you for reading! My ask box is open if you have feedback or requests!

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Feb 9, 2014 46 notes
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Just wanted to say you're a really good writer :)

Thank you so much! This made my day.

Feb 2, 2014
Can you do an imagine where Sam is the reader's boyfriend and he's sick, so Dean asks the reader to come and help take care of Sammy? Because Dean knows that the reader is the only one who can comfort his brother. And maybe some fluff in there too? Thanks!! Love your imagines by the way. :)

Aww, thank you! Here it is. Sorry for the wait!

~~~~~

“Hello?” you said into the phone.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dean’s voice came out through the speakers.

“Dean! How are you? How’s Sam? Where are you guys?” you asked.

“I’m good but Sam isn’t so good,” he said. “And we’re actually about 15 minutes away.”

“What? What’s wrong? Dean, what’s going on?” you asked frantically.

“Nothing, don’t worry. He’s just got a really high fever,” Dean explained.

“So he’s okay then?” you questioned.

“Yeah, he’ll be fine. It’s just that I’ve got to go on a hunt and he’s not really in the best shape to be left alone. He keeps asking for you. Do you think you might be able to swing by?”

“Like you even have to ask,” you replied. “Give me the address and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Twenty minutes later, you were stood outside a motel room. You only had to knock once before the door was swung open by Dean.

“Hey,” you greeted him.

“Hey yourself,” he answered. As you stepped into the room, you saw Sam tossing and turning on one of the beds.

“Sammy,” Dean called. “Y/N’s here. She’s going to take care of you.” Dean looked back at you. “Thanks for coming. I’ll see you later,” he said before exiting the room.

“Y/N?” Sam asked in a weak voice.

“Yes, baby, it’s me,” you told him as you went and sat on the edge of his bed.

“Are you here to take care of me?”

“Yes, I am,” you replied, stroking his hair. As you did so, you noticed that Sam’s forehead felt as though it was on fire.

“Jeez, Sam. Dean wasn’t lying about that fever,” you murmured.

“It’s not so bad,” Sam told you. “I don’t even feel that hot.”

You bit your lip. That did not sound good.

“Could you please get me some water?” Sam asked.

“Of course, sweetheart,” you responded as you leaned down to kiss his temple.

You stood up and went to fill a glass in the small kitchenette. You went back over to the bed and handed it to Sam.

“Thanks,” he said, sitting up to drink. As he sipped, he could barely keep his hands from shaking. This resulted in a few drops of the water spilling over the rim of the glass and onto the sheets.

“Sam,” you began, taking the glass from him and putting it on the bedside table. “What’s wrong? You’re shaking.”

“I-I’m just r-really cold,” Sam stuttered through chattering teeth.

“Here,” you said gently as you took a blanket from the other bed and draped it over him. “Does that help?”

“Yeah. Thanks,” Sam replied. You noticed that sweat had started beading on his forehead so you went into the bathroom to wet a cloth.

As you returned to the bed, you saw Sam was following you with his eyes.

“Y/N?”

“What is it, Sammy?” you asked as you wiped his face with the washcloth.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Sam told you.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” you said, resting your hand on the side of his face.

Sam reached up, took that hand in his own and brought it to his lips. “I love you, Y/N,” he said.

“I love you too, Sammy.”

~~~

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Feb 2, 2014 71 notes
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Hello!!! (^.^) I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is Sam and Deans little sister and she dies, but Gabriel lifts her from hell and they're all dating and Sam, Dean, and Cas find out (•~•) and they forbid you to go out with him but you do it anyways? Im so sorry if you don't wanna. I'm sorry.

Hey. No need to be sorry! If anyone should be apologising, it’s me. I had to catch up on some episodes so I’m so sorry this imagine took so long! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

~~~~~~~

Fire. Screams. Torment. Agony. You’d seen a lot of horror movies in your time, even lived a few, but none of the terrible events that had happened in those could even begin to compare to the reality of hell. Every moment that went by was an eternity. Every minute seemed to last a thousand lifetimes. Time here seemed impossible. You’d been in Hell forever, but the occasions where you were told that the day of torture was over seemed few and far between.

Flames. Anguish. Terror. Wings. Wings?

Something was wrong. Or perhaps right. You had no idea. All you knew was that Hell was always the same, but this was different.

A hand gripped your shoulder. You could feel the shape of it being branded into your skin. And then it happened - the rising sensation.

—-

You woke up in a field that looked as though a hurricane had torn through it. You stepped over an uprooted tree, fear and confusion making coherent thought impossible.

“Miss me?” a voice to your right asked.

You whipped your head around to find Gabriel standing there, a lighthouse to guide you amidst all this destruction. You ran towards him and threw your arms around him, finally feeling safety again as his arms pulled you in.

“It’s you,” you sobbed into his chest. “It’s really you.”

“You bet it is,” he replied. “You won’t believe what I had to go through to get you out of Hell.”

“So that was you?” you asked, pulling away to look up at him.

“Who else?” he answered. “There’s no way I would ever leave you in there. You deserve so much more than that.”

You smiled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, the first time you could remember in a long time when you were actually expressing happiness.

“How long?” you whispered.

“A month.”

“A month?” you questioned. “But that’s, that’s impossible! No, surely not. I was there for so much longer than that!”

“Time works differently down there.” Gabriel explained.

“Oh, God,” you whispered. “I was really there, wasn’t I? It really happened. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” you started repeating over and over, like a mantra. Tears had worked their way down your face again, blurring your vision and forcing you to sit on one of the fallen trees.

Gabriel sat down beside you and pulled you towards him.

“Hey, I’m here. You’re safe now, Y/N. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he murmured.

While his voice and embrace were soothing, all the stress and fear and pain you’d felt in Hell took over and it was at least an hour before your brain was able to process anything beyond your immediate situation.

“My brothers,” you said finally, wiping a hand across your eyes. “I have to see them.”

“Are you sure? I mean, is right now really the best time?” Gabriel questioned.

“I have to. They’ve spent a month thinking I was dead. I have to let them know I’m alive.”

“Alright then. I’ll send you over,” Gabriel consented as he pressed a finger to your head to send you away.

Before you stood the door to a motel room. As you looked around, you could tell that it was fairly low budget, but you couldn’t care less. On the other side of that door were the people who meant the most to you in the world.

You slowly raised your hand and, with only a moment of hesitation, knocked.

“If you’re the cleaning person, we’re alright in here,” Dean’s voice floated out to you.

“I’m not the cleaning lady,” you answered with a shaky laugh.

“What the-” Dean began, only to cut himself off abruptly as he wrenched open the door.

“Sammy!” he called, warning in his tone.

“Dean!” you cried, stepping towards him.

“Stay where you are,” Dean commanded, holding a gun towards you.

You raised your hands in a conciliatory gesture.

“Dean, it’s me. I’m back,” you told him. “Really, it’s me. Same as before.”

“We’ll see about that,” Dean said, just as Sam stepped into your line of vision.

“Y/N,” he whispered as he caught sight of you.

“We’ve got some tests to run, Sammy,” Dean said.

“Right,” Sam replied, picking a bottle of holy water and pouring it over you. Next, Dean picked up some salt from a side table and threw it on you. Finally, Sam pulled out a silver knife and dragged the blade across your forearm.

“Are you done?” you asked, dripping with water.

“Y/N,” Dean murmured as he grabbed you and pulled you into an embrace. It soon turned into a three way hug when Sam wrapped his arms around you as well.

“You’re back,” Sam whispered.

“We’re so, so sorry, Y/N,” Dean said, his voice muffled by your hair. “It’s our fault you had to go there.”

You extricated yourself from their arms. “Guys, none of this was your fault,” you told them firmly. “Besides, that doesn’t matter now. I’m safe. That’s what’s important.”

“Y/N,” a new voice said.

“Cas!” you exclaimed, looking behind you to find one of your closest friends.

“I’m very glad to see you alive again,” he told you. “However, I don’t understand how this came about.”

“Wait, you mean you didn’t do this?” Dean asked.

“Then who did?” Sam queried.

“Hello, boys.” The three of you turned to find that Gabriel had also arrived.

“Gabriel?” Sam asked in surprise.

“The one, the only,” Gabriel replied cockily, which caused you to roll your eyes as you moved to stand beside him.

“I don’t understand,” Cas began. “Why did you raise her? I don’t recall hearing any such plans.”

“I did it on my own terms. I wasn’t just going to leave Y/N there,” Gabriel answered as he gave your hand a squeeze.

Sam noticed this and asked, “Y/N, what’s going on?”

Shyly, you looked up at Gabriel, who gave you a nod. “Gabriel and I are…together.”

“What?” Sam and Dean burst out in unison.

“Y/N, I don’t think that’s the best idea,” Sam said while Dean stood beside him, seething with rage.

“And why not?” you demanded to know.

“Well, for starters, he’s angel,” Sam explained.

“So? Cas is an angel!” you defended yourself.

“You’re not dating Cas!” Dean exclaimed.

“I must say I agree with them,” Cas told you. “A relationship with an angel would be…complicated.”

“So what? I can handle it.”

“Do you even know what you’re getting yourself into? This guy messes with people’s heads for a living!” Dean yelled.

At this, Gabriel decided enough was enough and drew himself up to his full height.

“I would never do such a thing to Y/N,” Gabriel said. “I love her.”

“You what?” Sam asked.

“I love her,” Gabriel repeated.

“What about you, Y/N? Do you feel the same way?” Sam asked you.

“I do,” you uttered.

Dean huffed out an annoyed breath. As he looked between you and Gabriel, he seemed to reach some sort of decision.

“Fine then,” he began as he stepped up to Gabriel, stabbing a finger into his chest. “But don’t think that because you brought Y/N back, you’re automatically off the hook for everything. If you hurt her, we will hunt you down and kick your ass.”

Dean backed off and you noticed that Sam and Cas were also sending threatening glances in Gabriel’s direction. You didn’t care though. You were back with your family and you had another shot at life, all with the man you love standing beside you.

~~~~

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Feb 1, 2014 40 notes
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