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March 2014

Can you do an imagine where Dean finds out that the reader has been abused (physically or sexually) in the past and that's why she flinches away from the boys' touches? And it has Dean helping her get through it and them falling in love? Lots and lots of fluff if it's not too much to ask! Thank you in advance!

Hi! I’m sorry it took me so long to write this. I hope it’s what you were after.

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sexual assault.

~~~~~

“Take that, Dean Winchester! I just won yet another game of chess!” you taunted.

“Yeah, well, it’s a stupid game anyway! There’s no action,” Dean grumbled.

“You’re just saying that because you lost.”

Hearing the commotion, Sam entered the room. “You tell him, Y/N,” he said, clapping a hand on your shoulder.

You flinched away from him, causing both of the brothers to look at you in confusion.

“Your hands are really cold,” you said hastily in an attempt to cover up your reaction.

“Really?” Sam frowned down at his hands. “I hadn’t realised. Sorry.”

“You know what?” you began. “I’m just going to go to my room. I think it’d be unfair if I challenged Dean to another game. I’m clearly way out of his league.”

“Alright. I’ll call you when it’s time for dinner,” Sam said.

“Thanks,” you answered, heading out of the room, Dean’s eyes following you the whole way.

Later that night, you were sitting on your bed reading when you heard a knock on the door.

“Yeah?”

Dean’s head poked around the door. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” you answered, sliding in your bookmark. “What’s up?”

“I want to know what really happened before.”

“Sorry?”

“You know what I mean, Y/N. When Sam touched you, you flinched away from him. Why?” he asked gently.

“I told you before. His hands were cold,” you stated, unable to meet his eyes.

“Y/N, Sammy had been in the kitchen near the oven for at least half an hour. His hands weren’t cold,” Dean said. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed you do this in the past. You always sit on the other side of the table, you claim to be coming down with something when one of us tries to hug you, you pretend that the reason you jump when we’re around is because you didn’t realise we were in the room. Why all the excuses?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you answered stiffly.

“Y/N, you don’t let Sammy and I touch you. I just want to know why.”

You met his gaze. “Do you really want to know?”

“I do.”

“Okay then. Well, a while ago, my boyfriend took me out for dinner. It was our six month anniversary and he really wanted it to be special. So he took me out to this really fancy restaurant and he ordered the expensive wine and he had the band play my favourite song. It was very romantic,” you explained. “And afterwards, we went back to his place, and he had candles set up and rose petals and everything. He…he took me to his bedroom and he told me that I looked beautiful, and that he’d waited all night for this. And I told him no but he-he just kept going…” Your words cut off abruptly, making way for the sobs that were wracking your body.

“Please don’t tell me he did what I think he did,” Dean whispered. Your silence seemed to tell him all that he needed to know.

“That son of a bitch!” he yelled. You flinched away from him, startled by his anger. Dean noticed this and said, “Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. But you have to know that I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? I’d never do anything like that.”

“I believe you, Dean. It’s just hard. I trusted him…I loved him,” you whispered, tears still slipping down your face.

Dean handed you a tissue from the bedside table. “Hey, I’m here for you, okay? And so is Sam. We won’t let anyone hurt you again. And we’ll help you through this.”

“Thank you, Dean,” you murmured. “And thanks for being so considerate,” you added, nodding down at the tissue.

“Anytime, Y/N. I’m going to try to help you in any way that I can. Including backing off for a while.”

“What?” you asked in confusion.

Dean scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I, uh, I really like you, Y/N. And I was gonna ask you out at some point. But I guess you probably don’t want that, considering.”

“Dean, just because of what he did to me, doesn’t mean I don’t still have feelings.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I like you too. And if you’ll have me, I’d love to go on a date with you,” you said.

“Really?” Dean’s face broke out into a grin.

“Really. But just…promise me we’ll take things slow, alright?” you murmured. “I’m not ready for physical stuff yet.”

“I promise,” Dean answered. “I’ll never do anything you aren’t comfortable with. If I overstep any boundaries, you just tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” you answered, the beginning of a smile working its way onto your lips.

For the first time in a long time, you were able to say that word and mean it.

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! I’m so sorry if you’re waiting on a request. At the moment, I’ve got about 20 waiting and I’m doing my best to get them all done. Hopefully I’ll catch up over the next couple of weeks!

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Mar 30, 2014 58 notes
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can I get "first kiss with Stanford!Sam", please? Girl, you are awesome!

Haha. Thanks! You’re not so bad yourself! Anyway, I’m sorry this took so long. I hope it’s what you were after.

~~~~~

You ran your fingers over the spines of the books, looking for the one you needed for your paper.

“Ah, crap,” you murmured, glancing up to find that it was above your head. Standing up on tiptoes, you grabbed at it, but you lost your balance and tipped to the side. At least you started too, anyway, before strong arms reached out to steady you.

“Hey, you alright?” a voice asked.

You looked up to find a gorgeous man with hazel eyes staring down at you. “Um, yeah, I’m fine,” you breathed.

“Did you want a hand getting something down?” he asked.

You blushed. “If you could, that’d be great. I just can’t reach that book there,” you told him, pointing at the book you wanted.

“Here,” he said, handing it to you with a smile.

“Thanks…”

“Sam,” he supplied.

“Thanks, Sam. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Y/N. That’s a really nice name. It suits you,” Sam said.

Your blush deepened and you ducked your head so that he wouldn’t see. “Thank you. Well, I should probably be going. But thanks again for helping me out,” you said, turning away.

“Wait.” Sam’s arm reached out to touch the crook of your elbow. You turned back and looked at him expectantly. “Uh, do you think…do you think we could maybe go get some coffee or something?” he asked nervously.

A soft smile spread across your face. “I’d like that.”

Sam grinned back at you. “Let’s go then.”

—-

“Alright,” you began, “I’ve told you all about me. Now it’s your turn.” The two of you were seated opposite each other in a booth of a coffee shop on campus.

“Well, what do you want to know.”

“Dreams, hopes, aspirations, childhood memories. You know, the little stuff,” you joked.

Sam smiled. “Well, I’m studying law.”

“That’s a start. And I must say, I’m impressed. Fancy me meeting a law student in the library and ending up with him at a coffee shop,” you said. “So what else is there? What about your family?”

“Uh, well, it’s just my dad, my brother and I. But I haven’t seen them in a couple of years. My dad wanted me to stay and be part of the family business and I wanted to go to college. And we had a huge fight and he basically kicked me out,” he explained.

“Oh. What about your mum?”

“She died when I was 6 months old.”

“I’m so sorry, Sam. I shouldn’t have asked about all this. I mean, we just met. It really isn’t my place to be asking you all these personal questions,” you rambled. “I just wanted to get to know you and -”

You were cut off as Sam’s lips pressed against your own. For a moment, you were stunned but once your brain registered what was going on, you began to move your lips slowly against his.

After a minute, Sam pulled back, resting his forehead on yours.

“What was that?” you murmured.

“I just wanted you to know that it was alright. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he answered.

“I think you should tell me I didn’t do anything wrong more often,” you whispered. “You’re a good kisser,” you added, bringing his lips to yours once more.

~~~~~

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Mar 29, 2014 43 notes
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Hi there... I was wondering if you could write a Dean imagine based off of the song "we found each other in the dark" by city and colour? I'm going through a really hard time right now and I just really need a pick-me-up. It would really mean a lot, thanks.

Hi. I’m sorry that this took a while to write. I’ve just never written an imagine based off a song before and I wasn’t sure what to do. But I hope that it’s what you were after and I hope it helps. And I hope that things get better for you.

Trigger warning: I guess it sort of hints at depression and talks about feeling lost in life.
~~~~~

You and Dean were sitting in the front seat of the Impala, driving back from a hunt. It was dark, and the road stretched before you, an endless ribbon of black.

“I know how you feel,” Dean said abruptly.

“What are you talking about?” you asked in confusion.

“I mean, I understand what it’s like to hate yourself. I understand what it’s like to feel alone, to feel like you’re choking on the blackness that surrounds you. I understand what it’s like to feel as though you’re drowning, while everyone around you is swimming.”

“How?” you whispered.

“Because I’ve felt that way so many times, Y/N. And I know you feel like no one’s listening, but that’s not true. Because I can still hear your voice,” Dean told you.

You felt tears sliding down your face. “No one’s ever realised or understood before,” you choked out.

“Well I do,” Dean answered. “And I promise that I’m gonna help you rise above all the darkness. I’ll help you to breath and I’ll help you to swim. But can you promise me something?”

“What is it?” you whispered.

“When you make it to the surface, pull me up with you. Please,” he answered in a rough voice.

“I promise,” you told him. And you meant it. Because the two of you had found each other in the dark, and you were going to help each other make it out to the light.

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! Also, I hit 300 followers since my last post, so thanks to all of you!

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Mar 29, 2014 23 notes
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Can you do a love hate imagine between Dean and the reader who's a tomboy. And the reader and Dean always fight bully, hit each other. But then Dean says something really bad and yeah you can go from there please love you!! Fluffy I hate that I love you imagine

Hi! Sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after!

~~~~~

“Morning, ugly,” you greeted Dean.

“Right back at you, freak,” he replied, glancing at you over the rim of his coffee cup.

This was how the two of you always were, trading insults and teasing each other. It was a familiar rhythm, one the two of you had fallen into almost as soon as you had met. Most people probably thought you hated each other, but you didn’t. You just had a funny way of showing it.

“Hey, where did all the bread go? I could’ve sworn there were a few slices left.”

You turned around to find Dean munching on a piece of toast, his mouth twisted into a smirk. “You idiot!” you exclaimed, punching him in the arm. “You know I always have toast on Saturday mornings!”

“Yeah, well, suck it up princess,” Dean told you. You scowled at him before reaching into a cupboard to get a box of cereal.

“So,” you began, “any cases at the moment?”

“Nah,” Dean answered. “Sammy and I thought we’d take a bit of time off, you know? Have a break from it all for a couple of weeks.”

“Really? Cool. We got any plans?”

“Not really. Although Sam thought you might wanna go out to the bar and see if you can meet someone. It’s been a while since you’ve hung out with someone outside the two of us.”

“No thanks. Dating and all that isn’t really my forte.”

“Maybe it would be if you didn’t dress like a guy half the time.”

You took a step back, his words hitting you like a punch. Whilst the two of you picked on each other relentlessly, it had never gotten personal before. You turned away from Dean, not wanting him to see the tears that had sprung to your eyes.

“I went too far, didn’t I?” Dean murmured.

“Just a tad,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry. Seriously. I never meant to hurt you like that.”

You whipped around. “Then why did you?” you demanded.

“Because I - you - well you know!” he stammered out.

“No, Dean, I don’t. You’re going to have to spit it out.”

“Fine then. I like you. As in, really like you. And I’ve had bad experiences with relationships in the past and I don’t want to get into all that again. So I insult you to keep you away. Happy?”

“You what?” you gasped.

“Don’t make me say it again. You know I hate chick flick moments.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “So you tease me because you like me? What are you, twelve?”

“You tease me, too!” Dean exclaimed.

“That’s not really helping your case, Dean,” you answered.

He sighed. “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry for being a jerk. But I really do like you. And to be honest? That kind of scares me a little.”

You were touched by his confession. “Dean -”

“No,” he interrupted. “Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear you tell me that you only see me as a friend. I don’t want your pity.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“Then what were you going to say?”

You bit your lip. “Well, maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance that I kind of like you too.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

You smiled. “Yes, Dean. Really.”

~~~~~

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Mar 29, 2014 64 notes
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Hey there! So I just found your blog and it's amazing but Can I have a one shot where the reader and dean are fighting and dean leaves to cool off and he comes back still mad and slightly drunk do the fight escalates and he hits her or bruises her, she locks herself in the bathroom and he passes out The next morning he finds her and he begs her for forgiveness and the it get super super cute and fluffy I'm sorry it's long but thank you!! Love the blog :)

Hi! Thank you for that! It means a lot to me. Sorry for the delay. I hope this is what you were after.

TRIGGER WARNING: Dean hits the reader, there is a huge fight, swearing.

~~~~~

“Dean, can you just leave it? It was one mistake!” you exclaimed, storming into the motel room.

“No, Y/N, I can’t. Do you have any idea how many people could’ve died because of you?” he yelled, coming in after you.

“Of course I fucking do!” you screamed back. “Don’t you think that that thought is constantly going through my mind? But no one did, so can you please stop trying to send me on a guilt trip?”

“I’m trying to make sure you don’t do something that stupid in the future!” Dean shouted.

“Why are you being such an arse about this?”

“I’m being an arse about this?” Dean asked in disbelief. “Really, me? Have you tried looking in the mirror lately?”

“Did you seriously just say that? God, I can’t even look at you right now!”

“Fine then. You won’t have to,” Dean yelled back, leaving the motel room and slamming the door behind him.

You slumped against the wall, tears pricking your eyes. You knew you shouldn’t have made such a big deal out of it, but once Dean had started lecturing you about your mistake, you couldn’t back down and let him win. And now you were left in the motel, alone.

Three hours later, you heard a key in the door. Turning around, you saw Dean stagger into the room.

“I suppose you’ve gone and gotten drunk,” you said coldly. “Is that your solution to everything?”

“Don’t piss me off, Y/N,” Dean warned.

“Why not, Dean? Would that be stupid of me?”

“I’m not in the mood for this, Y/N.”

“But Dean,” you began innocently, “you’ve just been out to the bar. I thought that was the magic cure for everything. Isn’t that what Daddy taught you?”

“How dare you?” he hissed, his hand lashing out so fast you didn’t even have a chance to register what was happening. Your cheek stung and realisation struck you - Dean Winchester had just hit you.

You brought your hand up to cover the throbbing flesh. Dean’s eyes widened, as if he was only now realising what he’d just done.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he began, reaching out for you.

You slapped his hands away. “Get away from me!” you shrieked, turning and fleeing into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“Y/N, please. I don’t know what came over you. I’ll never lay a hand on you again, I swear. Just come out. Please,” Dean pleaded from the other side of the door.

“Just leave me alone!” you sobbed, curled up against the wall.

“I’m not leaving until you come back out.”

“Just go!” you choked out.

After several minutes, you heard Dean stumble away from the door and you breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, it hit you that you were actually scared of Dean Winchester.

It was with your cheek pressed against the cool tiles of the bathroom floor that you finally found yourself drifting off to sleep half an hour later.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you did was look in the mirror. An ugly purple bruise was smeared across your cheek, ink staining the paper of your skin.

Listening against the door, you couldn’t hear anything and assumed that Dean was still asleep. You crept out to the kitchen, careful not to make a noise.

You were just pouring out some cereal when a voice from behind stopped you.

“What have I done?” it whispered. Turning, you found that Dean stood across the room, his eyes fixed on the side of your cheek.

“I’m an arsehole. An absolute, fucking arsehole!” You flinched at the sound of his raised voice, the memory of last night burned into your mind. When Dean noticed that you’d backed away, all strength seemed to drain from him.

“You’re scared of me,” he stated in a whisper. “Oh God. What have I done?” His eyes shone with unshed tears and he dragged his hands down his face.

“Y/N,” he began, “you have to believe me. I never meant to do that, I swear. I’m so, so sorry. And I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for it. Ever.”

You cast your eyes away. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. About your dad.”

“Y/N, that was no excuse for what I did,” he said firmly. “There is no excuse for what I did. It was unforgivable. But I want you to know that if I could go back and change one thing, that’d be it.”

You peeked up at him. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t even have to think twice.”

You looked down at your hands, and were startled when Dean added, “I’ll miss you.”

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“I’m leaving,” he stated simply.

“Dean, don’t go,” you murmured.

“Y/N, you don’t deserve what I did to you. And you shouldn’t have to put up with me every day after what I did.”

“But I don’t want you to leave.” He looked like he was about to cut you off, so you rushed on. “Dean, I trust you. Not as much as I did before last night, but I still trust you. I can see how cut up you are about this. So stay, because I don’t think you’ll do it again. But for the record? If you ever hurt me like that again, I’m gonna pack my bags and leave, because I’m worth so much more than that.”

“Y/N, I promise, I won’t let you regret this decision,” Dean swore.

“I hope you mean that,” you replied.

“I do, Y/N. I do.”

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! And sorry, I couldn’t resist that little reference at the end.

I just want to say that even though this wasn’t necessarily an example of an abusive relationship, if you ever are in one, you do deserve more. So please allow yourself to have the life you deserve. If someone hurts you like this, you owe them nothing.

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Mar 28, 2014 49 notes
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can you write an imagine where the reader is dating dean and she's pregnant but he doesnt know yet. we all go on a dangerous hunt and the reader gets seriously hurt. dean freaks out and Cas' comes and tell dean & sam about her pregnancy while she's almost dying. and when she finally wake up dean is crying, happy because he's gonna be a dad but sad because he almost lost his only love and he tells her how he feels? (french girl so sorry for the bad english) thank you :)

Hi. Sorry about the wait. I hope this is what you were after! And just so you know, your English is really good. You have nothing to apologise for. And I think it’s pretty cool that you know a second language. I’d never have the patience for that kind of thing!

~~~~~

You stuffed the pregnancy test into the bottom of the rubbish bin.

“You ready, Y/N?” Dean called out.

“In a minute!” you called back, hoping the bathroom door muffled the strain in your voice. Turning to look at the mirror, you paused for a minute to compose yourself. A nervous, jittery feeling filled your stomach and you felt nauseous.

You were a hunter, and you were pregnant.

The hunt you were about to go on had been in the making for a couple of weeks. It was going to be dangerous and you knew that Dean would make you stay home if he knew about the baby so you made the decision not to tell him, at least not until after the hunt.

“Come on, Y/N!” Dean shouted. “We’ve gotta hit the road.”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming. Calm down,” you answered, exiting the bathroom and heading out to meet Sam and Dean. “Let’s go.”

—-

“Y/N, to your right!” Sam yelled out to you.

You spun around, taking the head of the vampire who had tried to catch you off guard. But your momentum threw you off and you staggered to regain your footing. The nausea from before had returned and you realised that it wasn’t just nerves but morning sickness from the pregnancy.

Whilst you were trying to restore your sense of balance, another vampire came at you. Before you even had a chance to act in defence, he flung you to the floor, bringing a knife down to stab you. You only just managed to get your arm up in time to deflect the blow, the blade instead plunging into your forearm.

“Y/N!” a voice screamed, followed by the vampire’s limp body collapsing on you as it was decapitated.

“Y/N?” Dean was crouched beside you, cradling your head. “Stay with me. It’s going be fine.”

“Dean,” Sam said behind you, “she’s losing a lot of blood and her head hit the ground pretty hard.”

“I know, Sammy. Cas!” Dean called. “If you can hear this, I don’t care what you’re doing. Get your feathery ass down here now!”

Black spots were dancing across your vision and you fought to remain conscious.

A fluttering of wings caused Dean to look up. “Cas?” he asked. “You need to heal her. Please,” he pleaded.

“Dean, I am very sorry but there is only so much I can do given her present condition.”

“What are you talking about?” Dean demanded. “You’ve healed way worse than this before!”

The last thing you heard before your senses faded was Cas saying, “Ordinarily I would be able to but things are different this time. She’s pregnant, Dean.”

—-

A steady beeping sound guided you back to consciousness. Your eyes fluttered open and you blinked several times before you realised that the sea of white was the ceiling, and not your fuzzy vision.

“De…” you tried to say. You cleared your throat and made a second attempt. “Dean?”

His face appeared in your line of sight. “Thank God you’re safe,” he breathed. “I was so worried,” he choked out.

You brought your hand up to his face but had to stop halfway when you discovered your IV was getting in your way. “Are you crying?” you croaked.

He wiped a hand across his face. “I was just so scared, Y/N. You were really bad for a while there, and Cas said he couldn’t fix you. I thought I was going to lose you,” he whispered, his voice catching on the last sentence.

“I’m not worth all this, Dean. You’d get on without me.”

“Don’t you dare say that, Y/N,” Dean whispered fiercely. “Don’t ever think that you’re not worth it to me. Because you are. You’re worth everything. Both of you.”

You frowned in confusion. “Both of us?”

“The baby, Y/N. Cas told me. But why didn’t you say something?”

The earlier events came back to you. “I only found out just before we left. And…I thought you’d make me stay back if you knew. So I was going to tell you when we got back,” you explained. “Although I guess that didn’t go as planned…”

“Y/N,” Dean began in a pained voice, “don’t ever put yourself in that kind of danger again.”

“It was just a hunt -”

“No, Y/N, it wasn’t. Because you’re pregnant now. And if something happens to you, something will happen to the baby as well. And I love both of you too much to let that happen.”

“So…you’re happy about it? About the baby?” you asked timidly.

“Are you kidding me? This is awesome! I never thought I’d get to have this, not in the hunting life,” he explained. “And now, I get to start a family with the most amazing and beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

“I’m not that great,” you insisted.

“You are to me,” Dean told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much, Y/N. And I think you’re going to be an incredible mother.”

~~~~~

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Mar 25, 2014 68 notes
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Can you do an imagine where the pairing is readerxdean? But here's what I was thinking, charlie and the reader are best friends but the reader is straight. Sam and dean think that thy are together because of how comfortable around each other they are or the way they act. Then dean finds out the reader is straight and hits on her and it gets fluffy?? Thanks! And you can change it a little if you want! Your writing is perf!

Hi! Thanks for saying that! And thank you for the request. I’m sorry it took so long. I just wanted to let you know that I really enjoyed writing this. I’ve got a few friendships where I’m close like this to the person so it was fun to translate that into words. Anyway, I hope you like it!

~~~~~

You were stretched out along the couch, your head in Charlie’s lap. “Chip me,” you demanded, reaching in and grabbing a handful once she’d passed you the bag. “Thank you!”

“Uh huh,” Charlie replied. “Now shut up. I can’t hear the movie over your crunching.”

“Well excuse me!” you said, reaching up to swat her on the arm before settling down again and turning your attention back to the screen.

About halfway through the movie, Charlie pressed the pause button to get a drink, leaving you and the Winchesters alone in the room.

“So,” Dean began, interrupting the silence. “How long have you two been together?”

“What?” you asked in confusion.

“You and Charlie. How long have you been going out?” he clarified.

“Yeah, I was wondering the same thing,” Sam added. “You two just seem so comfortable around each other.”

You burst out laughing. “We’re not like that.”

“Oh. Well do you want to be? Because I could talk to her for you…” Dean suggested.

“Are you kidding?” you giggled. “Charlie’s my best friend! I’m not interested in her in that way. Besides, I’m more into people who are a little bit more…male.”

“So you’re straight?” Sam confirmed.

“As far as I’m aware,” you smiled.

“Really?” Dean asked, a grin taking over his features. Noticing the attention he was giving you all of a sudden, you looked down, attempting to hide the blush creeping over your cheeks.

Charlie strode back into the room. “Alright, everyone. It’s movie time. Don’t make me cast a muffliato charm over you.”

Half an hour later, the movie was over and you went into the kitchen to throw away the empty chip packet.

“You know, I’ve met a lot of angels in my time but you’re the only one who’s ever made a room feel like Heaven,” a voice stated from behind you.

Slowly, you turned around to see Dean leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest.

“I’m sorry. What?” you asked.

“I was saying that -”

“No, I heard what you said,” you told him. “But are you flirting with me, Dean Winchester?”

“Uh, maybe,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck.

“You don’t sound so sure.”

“Well it depends,” he explained.

You cocked an eyebrow. “On what?”

“Your reaction to it,” he answered.

“Well,” you began. “I think it was an incredibly lame pick-up line. Seriously. Don’t ever use that again.” He looked down, seemingly disappointed with your response. “But,” you added, “I think that the sentiment behind it was rather nice. And I think that maybe we could work something out. Maybe go out for dinner or something.”

He looked up with a smile. “Only a maybe?”

“Well it depends,” you teased.

“On what?”

You grinned. “Your reaction.”

~~~~~

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Mar 24, 2014 150 notes
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Hey. Could you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make an imagine where the reader is living with Sam and Dean and she's actually overweight but Dean and Sam comfort her about it? So many people were commenting on my weight recently and i could really use some cheering up please. :(

Hey. I just want you to know that you’re a bloody amazing person! Please try not to let those jerks get to you with what they say, because you’re beautiful and you don’t deserve to hear that kind of crap.

I really hope this imagine helps!

~~~~~

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked.

“What makes you think something’s wrong?” you asked.

“Well, you’ve been quiet all night and you’ve barely touched your food. Usually when we have pizza, you’re all over it,” he replied.

“So you think it too,” you whispered, your eyes stinging.

“Think what?” Dean questioned.

“That I’m fat,” you spat out.

“What? No! Of course not!” Sam exclaimed.

“Don’t try to deny it. I’m not blind, you know. I can see that I’m overweight. And so can everyone else, if their remarks are anything to go by,” you stated bitterly.

“Well, so what if you’re a bit overweight?” Dean asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, why should that matter?”

“Well, it’s gross and it makes me look ugly -”

“Are you kidding me?” Sam interrupted. “Y/N, you’re beautiful, with or without a few extra pounds.”

“Sammy’s right,” Dean agreed. “Being beautiful isn’t about your weight. And besides, do you really wanna stop eating chocolate and pizza and all that good stuff just because a few people take offence to it?”

“No,” you replied slowly.

“Well, there you go. That’s your answer. You just keep doing what you do because Y/N? You’re awesome.”

The Winchesters were both smiling at you and you gave them one of your own in return.

“Do you guys really mean all that?”

“Of course,” Sam answered. “We love you, Y/N. We’d never lie to you about something like this.”

“Well, thanks. It means a lot to me,” you told them, taking a bite of your pizza. It tasted that much better after what the boys had just told you.

~~~~~

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Mar 23, 2014 26 notes
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Can you possibly do an imagine where youre friends with dean and sam and you end up meeting gabriel and you fall for him and he feels the same?

Hi! I’m sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after.

~~~~~

You stormed out of your bedroom in the bunker. “I swear to God, if you two don’t shut up, I’m going to rip -” Your words were cut short by the third man standing in the kitchen with the Winchesters.

“Oh. Hi,” you said awkwardly, very aware that your hair was a mess and that you were only wearing tatty old pyjamas.

“Hey, sweetheart,” the attractive stranger replied.

“I’m Y/N,” you told him, extending your hand.

“Gabriel.” But instead of shaking your hand, he brought it to his mouth, leaving a kiss there.

A dark flush spread across your cheeks and you tried to cover it up with a change of subject.

“So…what brings you to be standing in our kitchen at 7 o'clock on a Saturday morning? Talking loud enough to wake the dead, I might add. And me.”

“Sorry about that,” he apologised, eyes holding yours for a moment.

“Uh, guys?” Sam asked.

“Wh-what?” you stuttered, turning your attention to the Winchesters.

“We were just discussing some things with Gabriel about the situation in Heaven,” Dean explained.

“So you’re a hunter too?”

“A little more than that,” Gabriel replied. You frowned in confusion.

“He’s one of the douchebag angels.”

“Dean!” Sam hissed.

“Yes, Dean. Listen to your brother. I don’t have to help you, you know. Pissing me off won’t do you any favours.”

“Well how about I kill you a hundred times in a row and we’ll see how you like it?” Dean suggested aggressively.

“Did you do that to him?” you gasped.

Gabriel waved off your concerns. “It’s a long story. But it’s resolved now.” He turned back to Sam and Dean. “So shall we get back to our discussion or should I just leave?”

Dean clenched his jaw before replying. “Fine. I’ll play along. But don’t think this means we’re friends or anything.”

“You know what? I’m just gonna go back to bed. Try to keep the noise down this time,” you told them, turning towards the door.

“Sweet dreams,” Gabriel told you. You glanced up at him, trying to work out if he was being sarcastic, but his expression looked genuine.

“Um, I will,” you replied, leaving the room. As you did, you could’ve sworn you felt his eyes following you.

When you got back into bed, you had trouble calming down the butterflies in your stomach.

“For goodness sake,” you muttered, ramming the pillow over your head to put you thoughts to a halt. “You just met him. Pull yourself together!”

You drifted off, and a mischievous smile haunted your dreams.

When you finally woke up again, it was 10 o'clock, a much more reasonable hour than the time you’d been woken at earlier.

You stumbled into the kitchen, surprised to find the bunker so quiet.

“Sam and Dean went out to question some people,” a voice said from the doorway.

You spun around, closing the fridge door.

“I didn’t realise you were still here,” you told Gabriel. “How come the Winchesters let you stay?”

“Let’s just say that I hold a great deal more power than they do,” he replied. “Plus, there’s something that I wanted to do.”

“Oh?” you asked, your heart faltering. “And what would that be?”

“This.” Gabriel crossed the room in a couple of strides and placed his hands on your hips. Holding you against him, he leaned down to place a kiss to your lips.

“What was that?” you breathed.

“I believe if you consulted a dictionary, it would say-”

“No,” you interrupted, “what I meant was why.”

“You’re beautiful,” Gabriel answered. “And I think I like you.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he confirmed. “We should definitely go out on a date sometime.”

You laughed at his confidence. “Well, if you insist,” you teased, drawing him towards you for another shot.

~~~~~

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Mar 23, 2014 48 notes
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Hi! Your writing is superb, I love it! Could you do an imagine where the reader is Dean's 16 year old daughter. When Dean, Sam, Cas and her are out on a hunt she gets injured, and Dean is torn up about it? Thank you :)) Stay writing!

Hi. You’re so sweet! Thank you for saying that - it means a lot to me. I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope it’s what you were after.

~~~~~

“Are you positive you’re ready for this?”

You sighed. “Yes, Dad, I’m sure. Now can we please go? Uncle Sammy and Uncle Cas are waiting for us in the Impala.”

“Alright. But remember, be careful and do everything I say, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Dad, I’m 16. I can handle this,” you told him, walking out of the bunker and into the backseat of Baby, your father right behind you.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” Uncle Sam asked.

“You’re as bad as Dad,” you complained.

“We just want to make sure you’re okay. This is your first hunt, after all,” Uncle Cas said.

“Yes, I get it. I appreciate the concern and all but just have a bit of faith in me, yeah?”

Your dad glanced at you in the rear view mirror, sizing you up. “Alright,” he said. “Let’s go.”

—-

All the training you had done in the bunker couldn’t compare to the thrill of the real thing. The adrenaline rush hunting gave you was like nothing you had felt before.

You sliced the head off a vampire and turned around to look at your father. “How was that?” you called out, barely able to contain your excitement.

He looked at you with a proud smile before his eyes widened and his gaze fixed on a point just behind you. “Y/N! Look out!”

You turned around a fraction of a second too late. Another vamp stood in place of the one you had just taken out, looking angry at losing a member of its nest. She lashed out with a knife, opening up a deep gash along your abdomen.

You staggered back, the pain making your head turn fuzzy and lights flash before your eyes.

You fell down, faintly registering a pair of strong and familiar arms catching you and bringing you gently to the ground.

“Cas!” you heard your dad shout as Uncle Sam decapitated the last vampire. And as its lights went out, so did yours.

—-

You woke up to the familiar leather smell and gentle rocking of the Impala.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open. “What happened?” you asked groggily.

“Shh, sweetheart. Just relax.”

“Dad?” you asked, twisting around to see that your head was resting in his lap.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here.”

“Why does it hurt so much?” you whimpered, a dull ache spreading across your body.

“The…the vampire, it -” a sob cut off the rest of his words.

“It’s okay, Dad,” you comforted him.

“No, it’s not!” he exclaimed. “I’m your father. It’s my job to protect you and I failed! If Cas hadn’t been there to heal you…”

“But he was, Dad. And besides, you can’t protect me from everything.”

“I can try,” he said stubbornly.

“You can,” you agreed. “But sometimes you’ve got to accept that some things are out of your hands. And if something happens to me, it isn’t your fault.”

“If you got hurt hunting it’d be my fault.”

You groaned. “I’m never gonna be allowed to hunt again, am I?”

“Maybe not just yet, sweetheart.”

You sighed. You’d have to do a lot of sucking up before your Dad agreed to let you have another shot at hunting.

~~~~~

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Mar 23, 2014 32 notes
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I've had a really bad day today with people and just a bunch of family crap. Can you do a little oneshot between Dean and Reader where dean comforts her after a stressful day? Fluff pleaaaaase .-.

Hey. I’m so sorry to hear about your day! I really hope things get better and that this helps! And I’m sorry it took a few hours for me to post it, but I did make you a top priority because I hate hearing about people having bad days.

Warnings: One instance of swearing?

~~~~~

You stormed into the bunker, throwing your bag down in the kitchen.

“What’s up?” Dean asked, closing the fridge door to look at you.

You let out a harsh laugh. “What’s up? I’ll tell you what’s up. My boss has been putting heaps of pressure on me lately, my colleagues are being complete dicks and I got a call this afternoon about a ‘family meeting’ this weekend, and God knows what that’ll be about.”

“Hey, just calm down, Y/N. It’s gonna be alright,” Dean said, steering you towards the lounge in the next room and sitting you down.

“It was just a really bad day,” you whispered, tears filling your eyes.

“Hey, baby, shh. Everything’s going to be all right. Tomorrow’s gonna be better,” Dean reassured you.

“But you don’t know that!” you burst out.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Really?” you scoffed. “How could you possibly know that?”

“Well for one thing,” Dean began, “I’m gonna make you pancakes for breakfast. And then I’m gonna drive you to work. And after work, I’ll pick you up and we can go out for dinner. And afterwards, we’re gonna come back to the bunker and watch all your favourite movies.”

You smiled. “You’d do that for me?”

“Of course.”

“But…why?” you asked shyly.

“Because you’re beautiful and I hate seeing you all stressed and upset like this,” Dean told you.

You were touched. “Thank you, Dean,” you whispered, brushing a kiss onto his cheek.

“Anything for you,” he replied.

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! I know it’s short but it’s late and I didn’t think adding a lot of extra stuff would work as well.

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Mar 21, 2014 24 notes
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Can you do an imagine where the reader has telekinesis, but doesn't want Dean and Sam to find out until the reader has to use the telekinesis to save them from demons?

Hi! I’m sorry for the wait. I’m not quite happy with the fight scene in this, but I hope the imagine is what you were after.

~~~~~

You sat on your bed, concentrating on the glass that sat on the kitchen table on the other side of the motel room. Slowly, it began to rise up into the air and float towards you.

The glass was about halfway across the room when you heard footsteps outside the door. You jumped, and your loss of concentration caused the glass to slam to the floor, shattering into tiny pieces.

“What are you doing in here?” Dean asked, entering the motel room.

“And why is there broken glass on the floor?” Sam added with a frown, coming in after him.

“I was just going to get a glass of water but I dropped it,” you lied. If you told them the truth, they’d think you were a freak with demonic powers, and you couldn’t stand it if they thought of you like that.

“Well do you think maybe next time you could clean it up instead of leaving it on the floor?” Dean asked. “I don’t want to have to get stitches because I stepped on glass.”

“Right. Of course. I was just about to do that,” you replied, jumping to your feet.

As you were collecting the shards into a paper towel, the boys outlined the case for you.

“So get this,” Sam began. “The other day, a teenage girl was attacked by an old woman. And by old, I mean 90 or something. So she was in no condition to be doing anything of the sort. Plus, this woman always goes to church, bakes cookies for the kids in her neighbourhood, that kind of thing. Your typical sweet old woman.”

“So we’re looking at a demon?” You stood up, putting the broken glass into the bin.

“Looks like it,” Dean answered. “You in?”

“Like you have to ask,” you scoffed.

“Good, because we’ve tracked her down and we’re ready to go when you are,” Sam informed you.

“Alright,” you nodded. “Just let me get changed and I’ll be all set.”

45 minutes later, you pulled up in front of an old barn.

“Why is an old woman living in a barn on the outskirts of town?” you asked.

“We did a bit of research and it turns out she grew up here,” Dean told you.

“I did the research, Dean. Not we.”

“Whatever, Sammy. Anyway, Y/N, it looks like the demon’s been using this as their base.”

“Alright then. Well, no use sitting around talking about it. Let’s go and take down the son of a bitch.”

If there was one thing you had learned from the Winchesters, it’s that you’ve always got to be on the ball, because things can turn sour almost instantly. And that was exactly what happened when you stepped into the barn.

Once your eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting, you saw that the old woman was in the middle of the barn. Surrounded by four other demons.

Three of them rushed at you, taking you by surprise. You grappled with your one, managing to knock them unconscious with only minimal injuries on your part. Looking up, you saw that Sam and Dean had had similar results.

But then one of the remaining demons stepped up and backhanded Dean across the room. He crashed into the wall and the demon knife went spinning off into the adjacent corner.

“Dean!” you screamed.

Sam made a grab for the knife, but the demon reached out and grabbed him, knocking him to the floor and laying punches on every area he could access.

An arm snaked around you from behind, spinning you around to pin you against the wall, where hands encircled your neck. You found yourself facing the old woman, whose face had started to go fuzzy around the edges. You could feel yourself blacking out but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get her hands off of your neck.

Your lungs were burning, your mouth gasping for air. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the knife glinting in a brief flash of sunlight. It was too far away for you to get to. Unless you resorted to more unconventional methods.

Focussing all your energy, you fixed your eyes on the handle, willing it into your hands. After the longest moment, you saw it begin to twitch. Once, twice, before sliding across the floor and then up into your open palm.

You gripped the handle tight and plunged the blade into the demon’s back. Her mouth opened wide, her face lighting up with orange flashes before her whole body collapsed to the floor.

“Get off me!” Sam yelled. You raced over to where Sam was struggling on the floor and took out the demon that was on top of him, before proceeding to stab the other demons lying unconscious on the floor.

“Are you alright?” you asked, going back over to him and offering your hand to help him up.

“Yeah,” Sam said slowly, looking at you in confusion. He opened his mouth to say something else, but a moan from the corner cut him off.

“Son of a bitch.” The two of you rushed to Dean’s side, checking to see if he was okay.

“Are you right to stand?” you asked.

“Give me a minute,” he replied. “But while we’re all sitting here, would you mind telling us how you managed to gank those demons, Y/N?”

“Yeah, last I checked, you were being strangled by one of them, and the knife was on the other side of the room. How did you kill her?” Sam questioned.

“I - um, you know, I guess - I guess I just got lucky,” you stammered.

“Getting lucky is finding $20 on the ground,” Dean informed you. “What happened to you was a freaking miracle. So again, how did you do it?”

“I don’t want to go into that…”

“Dammit, Y/N, just tell us!”

“No!” you shouted. Behind you, the barn door slammed shut.

“What the hell?” Sam murmured. Both boys turned to you, wondering why you’d flinched so hard at the loud bang.

“I didn’t mean to,” you whispered.

“Mean to do what?” Sam asked gently.

“This,” you answered, letting the door swing open again. “Sometimes it happens when I get angry.”

“Wait, that was you with the door?” Dean asked in disbelief.

You nodded your head slowly. “That’s how I got the knife. Telekinesis.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Sam wondered.

“I didn’t want you guys to think I was a freak,” you whispered.

“Y/N, we’d never think that about you,” Sam assured you.

“Damn right, we wouldn’t. Especially not when you just saved our lives with your abilities,” Dean added.

“Really?”

“Really,” Sam confirmed, giving you a smile which you readily returned. “And from now on? You don’t need to keep secrets from us. We’re family.”

~~~~~

I’m sorry, but the irony of that last bit Sam said! Anyway, thanks for reading!

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Mar 20, 2014 49 notes
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could you try a dean imagine where reader goes missing and he and Sam have been looking for lets say like a year to find her then they do and its cute? thank you(:(:

Hi! I’m sorry this took so long to write. I kind of added a bit to the request, but I hope it’s what you were after.

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of deaths of family members, one instance of swearing.

~~~~~

You slammed the motel door shut, your hand fumbling with the lock. You could’ve sworn you saw him in your last town and even though you knew a locked door wouldn’t stop the demon, it felt good to have a barrier between you and what lurked outside.

Satisfied that you had shut yourself in properly, you sank onto the bed, the loss of adrenaline leaving you shaky.

Hunting had never been your strong point, but you did pick up one useful thing from the Winchesters - evasion. You had been on the run for a year, switching from motel to motel, leaving behind a string of rental cars and fake credit cards. You never wanted to leave the Winchesters, especially not Dean, but you weren’t going to drag them into your mess. If they were going to get hurt, it wouldn’t be because of you.

—-

“Well, well, well. Look at you,” the sly voice crowed from behind you.

Turning, you found yourself face to face with the demon who haunted your every nightmare, the one responsible for your involvement in the hunting life in the first place.

“I must say,” he continued, “when I first set out to kill your family, I thought the job would all get done in one go. But you have provided me with a great deal of entertainment. Despite the inconvenience,” he finished with a sneer.

“I’d get out of here quickly if I were you,” you said, mustering every ounce of courage you possessed to cover up your fear. “Sam and Dean are going to be here any minute. And they won’t be as lenient as me if they catch you around.”

“Lenient, is that what they’re calling it these days? Because I think we both know the real reason you aren’t doing anything to me, Y/N. Every time your little boyfriend Dean and his baby brother Sammy go out to fight monsters, you stay behind at the motel, doing research,” he mocked. “Which is all well and good, until they’re not around. Tell me, Y/N, how do you think Sam and Dean would feel if they found out I was having this conversation with you? How do you think Dean would react if he found out I ripped the heart out of his pretty little girlfriend? I think he’d be heartbroken don’t you?” the demon finished off, a cruel grin marring the lines of his face.

“Leave them out of this,” you said, your voice lacking the conviction it had held a minute ago.

“You want me to leave them out of this?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“How about this. I’ve rather enjoyed this little game of cat and mouse. And I will leave the Winchesters alone, so long as they don’t get the way of me getting to you. So if I were you, I’d run far, and fast. Because I’m only going to count to 60, and whether you’re ready or not, I’m gonna come.”

—-

A sharp knocking broke into your thoughts, slicing into your memory of that night. You sat bolt upright, watching the chain on the door rattle with each thump. You had thought you’d be safe here, but apparently he’d found you after all.

Your 60 seconds was up.

Deciding to go down fighting, you picked up the lamp from the side table and inched your way towards the door. Slowly, you unlocked the latch, letting the door swing inward. You raised the lamp above your head but just as it was about to come crashing down, you froze. Because you had been found, but not by the demon.

By the Winchesters.

You lowered your arm, gazing at the doorway in disbelief.

“Thank God you’re safe,” Sam murmured, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You hugged him back awkwardly, the lamp getting in the way.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, pulling away. Your gaze locked on Dean, taking in every feature, from his creased shirt to the bags under his eyes.

“We came looking for you,” Dean said in a strained voice. “What the hell were you thinking? It took us a year to find you! An entire fucking year!”

“I…” you started, unsure of where to begin.

“I’m gonna go back to the Impala,” Sam said, retreating from the door. “You guys need to sort some stuff out. I’m glad you’re safe, Y/N.”

When he had gone, you turned back to Dean.

“How could you do that to us? To me?” he yelled, pushing his way into the motel room and slamming the door.

“I was trying to protect you!” you yelled back.

“How is taking off in the middle of the night without any warning protecting us? Do you have any idea what we’ve been through this past year?”

“How dare you try to make it sound like it’s my fault! If I hadn’t gone when I did, he would’ve killed you!”

Dean tensed. “Who’s he? What happened? Did someone threaten you?”

Your voice caught in your throat. In all the daydreams you’d had over the past 12 months of reuniting with Dean, you’d never once imagined how you would explain to him why you left. Your mind had always just skipped to the chick flick moments, as Dean liked to call them.

“Dean, do you remember why I started hunting with you?”

“As if I could forget. Your family…” he trailed off, hit with the realisation. “It was him, wasn’t it? He found you.”

Slowly, you nodded. “Dean, you and Sam were out and I was outside the motel when he found me. The demon said that he wanted to finish what he’d started the night he’d murdered my family, and that if I wanted to keep you and Sam safe, I’d have to run. So I did.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asked, coming close enough that his breath danced across your skin. “We could have helped you.”

“I was scared, Dean,” you whispered. “Look at what he did to my family. I couldn’t let that happen to anyone else I love.”

Dean brought his hand up to your face, his thumb wiping away the tear that had started to slip down your cheek. “Y/N, there isn’t any person or monster on this earth I wouldn’t take on for you,” he murmured. “Never, ever forget that. Any time you feel scared, or threatened, tell me, because I’m always gonna be there to chase away every bad thing that comes for you.”

“But I don’t want you to get hurt because of me,” you choked out.

“It’s not because of you. Call me selfish, but I can’t imagine my life without you. The past year was hard enough. Let’s not make it a day more.”

“Do you really mean that?” you asked, your heart pounding out a familiar rhythm.

“I do,” he answered, cradling the back of your head to bring your lips to meet his.

As his lips found yours, you recognised the rhythm. It was every moment you had spent together. Every word, every touch. It was the song that your heart played for Dean.

~~~~~

Are my endings getting too cheesy? Anyway, thanks for reading!

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can you write a Dean imagine where Dean makes y/n watch a horror movie with him against her will and he comforts her when she's scared? Can it be really fluffy? I'm having a bad day and could use some cheering up. Thanks so much!

Hi! Normally, I would write things in the order that they get requested. But you’re an amazing person who doesn’t deserve to be having a bad day, so I made this a priority. I really hope it helps and I hope your day gets better! *sending hugs*

~~~~~

“Hey, Y/N!” Dean called as you walked past his bedroom in the bunker.

“Yeah?” you replied, backtracking to stand in his doorway.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?”

“Depends. What movie were you planning on watching?”

“I just rented out The Conjuring,” he said, holding up the DVD case.

“I don’t know. I’m not really into that kind of thing…”

“What? You scared?” Dean teased.

“No!” you replied stubbornly.

“Then come watch it with me.”

“Fine,” you answered, reluctantly going over to sit beside him on the bed.

You hated horror movies. They scared the hell out of you. But seeing as you pretty much lived one with the Winchesters, you couldn’t tell Dean that. He’d never let you live it down.

The movie started off alright. A few parts made you jump but that was to be expected. But then you got to the part where the woman went down into the basement.

Throughout the whole scene, you were gripping the blanket. And then came the part where the hands reached out and clapped.

Screaming, you shoved the blanket off and whipped your head back and forth, checking the corners of the room to make sure nothing was hiding there.

“Hey, hey, Y/N, calm down!” Dean said grabbing a hold of your arm.

“Turn it off!” you screamed at him, your body shaking.

Dean fumbled for the remote and turned the TV off.

“What’s wrong? What is it?”

You shook your head, unable to talk through the sobs that were wracking your body.

“Shh,” Dean comforted you, drawing you against his chest. “Just take deep breaths, alright? Now, what’s wrong?”

“It-it’s just, the - the hands. When they reached out and - and they clapped and it - it r-really freaked me out,” you choked out.

“You’re scared of horror movies?” Dean asked in surprise.

You nodded, unable to meet his eyes.

“How? I mean, we do this kind of thing all the time.”

“I don’t know. They’ve just always scared me, ever since I was a kid,” you whispered.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asked.

“I didn’t want you to make fun of me,” you answered. “I thought you’d think I was being stupid.”

“Hey,” Dean said, tilting your chin up towards him. “I wouldn’t make fun of you for something you’re scared of, and I definitely don’t think you’re stupid. Everyone’s scared of something, no matter how irrational. For Sammy, it’s clowns. For me, it’s flying. No one can help their fears. All we can do is try to overcome them.”

You cracked a smile. “So you aren’t going to tease me?”

“Not for something like this,” Dean replied with a smile. “And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Next time you’re scared of something, just tell me. Because no matter what it is, I’ll be there with a baseball bat, to keep it from hurting you. I’ll always protect you. Remember that,” he promised.

“Thank you, Dean,” you whispered, tucking yourself against him.

The ghostly hands and creepy laughter felt so far away, now that Dean’s arms were shielding you from them.

~~~~~

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Mar 16, 2014 38 notes
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Hello! I LOVE your writing and I was wondering if you could write a charlie bradbury x fem!reader where they cosplay to a con and then they kiss and its all fluffy?

Hi! Thank you so much for that! I love Charlie, she’s my spirit animal, so I hope I did her justice in this! This was a pretty short imagine and they didn’t actually go to Comic Con in it because I’ve never been (not for lack of trying) and I didn’t want to mess it up. Anyway, sorry for the wait. I hope you like it!

~~~~~

“You ready?” Charlie called from the next room.

“Just about!” you called back, straightening your robes. Charlie came in and stood beside you so that the two of you were looking into the mirror together.

“We look good,” she said.

“I just can’t believe I finally get to go to Comic Con!” you exclaimed.

“With me, no less.”

“Of course,” you smiled.

“I wish I could’ve gone as Hermione,” Charlie sighed. “But you have better Hermione hair.”

“Yeah, but Ginny is pretty badass too,” you pointed out. “Plus, I think you make a pretty sexy Weasley.”

“I do, don’t I?” Charlie said to the mirror.

“And not at all full of yourself,” you added.

“But that’s why you love me,” Charlie sang.

A smile broke out onto your face. “Very true.”

Charlie turned to you. “Y/N, this is going to sound incredibly cheesy but I’ve been to a lot of cons in the past, but I’ve never been this excited about going to one. Because I’ve never gone to one with you.”

“Charlie…”

“I know, I know,” she interrupted, “that was the lamest thing ever said and I deserve to be locked up in Azkaban for saying it -”

“No, Charlie,” you interjected. “That was beautiful. And you know what? I think this will be the best day ever,” you finished, pulling her into you for a kiss.

“Are you kidding me?” Charlie said when she pulled back. “Of course this is going to be the best day. I just got to kiss Hermione Granger!”

You laughed, grabbing her arm and pulling her out to the car to head off to Comic Con.

~~~~~

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I may or may not be fangirling over my new theme. Seriously though, the layout is awesome and it looks really neat and cool and it is set out by date and the asks are in boxes and there’s a search bar and ugh.

Sorry for the obsessive ranting. I just love it so much. Probably more than is healthy.

Mar 15, 2014 1 note
Can you do an imagine where you're a demon, but Dean loves you and can't decided whether or not he should kill you or let you live

Hey! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to write this but I hope you like it!

~~~~~

You were taking the weapons back to the Impala when Dean came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured in your ear.

“Dean! You know I get jealous when you talk to your car when you’re with me!” you teased. Dean laughed, a low rumble.

“You were pretty badass taking down those vamps,” he said.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, twisting around to face him.

“Definitely. You were very sexy.” You grinned up at him. “I’ve been thinking,” he continued.

“Don’t exert yourself,” you interrupted with a smirk. Dean swatted your arm playfully.

“Anyway,” he went on. “You should come with me. To the bunker. Sam’s back there and he said he misses you.”

You went cold. “I’m not sure that that’s the best idea…”

“Why not? We’ve been going out for a while and I just thought you might like to see it…” he trailed off.

You bit your lip. You had no idea how to say no without offending him or having to tell him why you couldn’t go. And there was no way you were going to explain that.

“Alright,” you agreed reluctantly. “Let’s go.”

Dean beamed at you, opening up the passenger side door for you.

The whole car trip, all you could think about was what you were going to tell Dean when you made it back to the bunker. You didn’t know how to tell him that you couldn’t enter it. You didn’t know how to tell him that you were a demon.

In your opinion, it was way too soon before Dean stopped the car. “Here it is!” he announced.

You stepped out of the car slowly. “Dean, I can’t go in there,” you told him as he went and opened the door. He looked at you in confusion.

“Why not?” he asked.

You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “Dean, I can’t enter the bunker because it’s warded.”

“I don’t understand. Why would that be an issue?”

“Because it’s warded against demons.”

Quick as lightning, Dean had you pinned against the Impala at knifepoint. “What have you done to Y/N?” he growled.

“Dean…you don’t understand. I am the demon.”

Betrayal flashed across Dean’s face and he staggered back. “What?”

“I just wanted to be normal, Dean. And I couldn’t tell you that I was a demon because you’d kill me,” you explained.

“Damn right! You’re just lucky I haven’t already!”

You flinched at his words. “What, was that supposed to make me feel sorry for you?” he demanded. “Whose body is this, anyway? Whose life did you steal?”

“Dean, it’s not like that! This body…they were clinically dead when I took over. You have to believe me!” you pleaded.

“Believe you? After you lied to me for months? Is that really what you expected me to do after finding out that the person I love is a demon?”

“The person that you…love?” you whispered.

“I can’t believe I was such an idiot!” he yelled, apparently having not heard you. “Every time we went on a demon hunt, you said you didn’t want to come because you have had ‘bad experiences’ with demons in the past? Hell, you are the bad experience with demons!”

It would have hurt less if he’d stabbed you. “Dean, do you think I want to be a demon? You’ve been to Hell. You know what it’s like there. Do you honestly think anyone would like that? Just because I’m a demon, doesn’t mean I can’t feel things.”

“Is that supposed to make me forgive you? To make me forget that everything that happened between us was a lie?” Dean demanded to know.

“Dean, none of what happened between us was a lie. I love you. With everything in me.”

“You’re a demon,” he spat. “You aren’t capable of love.”

“And yet something about you made me feel it.”

You looked into Dean’s eyes and saw his resolve slowly crumble away, leaving a raw vulnerability in its place. “How do I know you’re not screwing with my head?”

“You don’t, Dean. You’ve just got to trust your heart. Trust me,” you implored.

Dean took a step towards you. “Please don’t start doing any demonic crap,” he asked. “Please don’t hurt me,” he added in a broken whisper.

“Dean, I’d never do that,” you promised. “Somehow, against all odds, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

~~~~~

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Mar 15, 2014 48 notes
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Can I request an imagine where the reader hunt with Garth and the Winchester come help and after they've finished, Dean tell her that he think he's falls in love with her and he asks her to come hunting with him and Sammy ? Thanks !

Hi! Sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you wanted!

Also, since my last post, I hit 200 followers! I’m so excited! Thank you all so much!

~~~~~

“So when are these new hunters supposed to be meeting us?” you asked Garth.

“Any time now. They said - there they are!” Garth exclaimed. “Sam! Dean! Over here!”

The two hunters came over to your booth in the diner and Garth gave each of them a hug. Pulling away, he introduced you. “Y/N, this is Sam,” he gestured to the taller one, “and this is Dean.”

Your eyes passed over Sam and then shifted to Dean. Your breath caught in your throat. You’d met plenty of other hunters in your time but none of them had looked like that…

“Hi,” Sam said, snapping you out of your trance.

“Oh, um, hi,” you replied, flustered. You could’ve sworn you saw Dean smirk.

“So what have you got on the case so far?” Dean asked.

“Quite a lot actually,” Garth replied. “Maybe we could have lunch and then go back to our motel and we’ll show you all we’ve got?”

“Sounds good,” Sam said.

“Yeah,” Dean agreed. “I’m starving. I’m gonna get me some pie!”

After he’d gone off, you turned to Sam, who had sat down beside you. “Does he always get that excited about pie?”

“Pretty much,” he replied, calling a waitress over to order a burger.

“Y/N,” Dean said, coming back and sitting down.

“Yeah?”

“Garth says you’re a pretty good hunter.”

“One of the best,” Garth chimed in. You smiled appreciatively at him.

“I must say, I’m looking forward to seeing you in action,” Dean continued. “How did you get into the life, anyway?”

You looked down at your plate.

“Shit,” Dean said. “Look, Y/N, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry. We can talk about something else.”

“No, it’s fine,” you assured him. “Actually, I was possessed by a demon and I killed a lot of people. And then the demon left me for dead. I think that was its idea of fun. But then Garth found me and helped me, and I asked him to teach me how to fight those things, because no one deserves to go through that.”

“How long ago was this?” Sam asked gently.

“I’ve been working with Garth for about 6 months, I think.”

“Well now that we’ve all had lunch, why don’t we go back and tell you what we’ve got on the case?” Garth suggested. You looked up at him, trying to express how grateful you were for the change in subject. He nodded back at you to show he’d gotten the message.

“Yeah, sure,” Dean said. “We’ll follow you in the Impala.”

—-

The four of you were back at your motel and Garth had just finished explaining the spirit case.

“So I guess you could say that this ghost is dead serious about getting back at his victims, huh?” Dean said.

Sam rolled his eyes, but you giggled. Noticing this, Dean grinned. “You liked that?”

You shook your head, struggling to talk between laughter. “It’s…just…so…bad!” you gasped out.

“You still laughed though,” Dean pointed out.

“Very true,” you answered with a smile, catching Dean’s eyes with your own.

“Shall we go take down this spirit, then?” Sam interjected.

“Sure! Let’s go,” Garth said happily, walking out to his car. After another quick smile in Dean’s direction, you followed him out.

—-

An hour later, you were standing over a burning grave.

“One day, we should bring marshmallows,” Dean said in your ear.

You burst out laughing. “That’s disgusting! They’d have essence of dead guy on them!”

“But they’d have a smoky flavour.”

You grinned up at him. “You’re ridiculous, Dean Winchester.”

“Let’s go load up the cars,” Sam said. He and Garth headed towards the vehicles but as you turned to follow them, Dean’s arm reached out and touched the crook of your elbow.

“Wait,” he said. You turned and looked at him expectantly.

When he didn’t say anything, you prompted him. “What is it?”

“I’ve been thinking… I mean, I know you and Garth hunt together but maybe…maybe you might wanna try something different? Would you like to come hunting with Sammy and I? I totally get it if you don’t want to, that’s cool. I mean -”

“Dean,” you interrupted. “I’d love to.”

Dean’s face broke out into a grin. “Oh thank God. I would’ve looked like an idiot if you’d said no.”

“Well, I didn’t.” You were about to go to the car when a thought struck you. “Dean, why did you ask?”

All of a sudden, Dean couldn’t meet your eyes. “I - You - I just -”

“Dean. Spit it out.”

He looked up at you. “I really like you, Y/N, and I want to see where this could go if we try it out.”

You grinned up at him. “I was hoping you’d say something like that,” you told him, pulling him down for a kiss.

~~~~~

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Can you make a one shot where the reader is Dean's girlfriend. And they have really strong relationship. But after a big fight with Dean she and Sam leave him. And after like month they find out that bobby is really sick. When they arrive at hospital they meet Dean. And the reader and Dean realise how they miss each other. And without any words they just cuddle and kissing. Flufffffff fluffff fluffffff ;)

Hey. Sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after! It’s a bit rushed it think and it’s really long but I couldn’t spend any more time fixing it because I have to study for a maths test and finish my geography assignment.

Warnings: Minor language, a huge fight.

~~~~~

You were waiting in the bunker for the boys to get back from their hunt.

“Sam? Dean?” you called out upon hearing footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Honey, we’re home!” Dean called back jokingly.

You ran into the room and threw your arms around the two of them.

“I take it you missed us?” Sam laughed.

“You were gone for 2 weeks! Of course I missed you!” you replied, tucking yourself into Dean’s side.

Noticing this, Sam said, “I’m gonna go put my stuff in my room and get cleaned up.”

“Ok. Cya!” you answered as Dean lead you over to the lounge.

“I missed you, baby,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You looked up into his eyes. “I missed you too, Dean.”

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “What’s wrong, Dean?”

“I, uh, I got you something.”

“Like a present?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.

“Yeah,” he answered. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a woven bracelet. “I mean, it’s not much but I saw it and I thought of you and -”

“Dean,” you cut him off. “I love it.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Of course,” you replied, leaning in for a kiss. When you pulled back, you added, “Maybe when I start going on hunts, I can bring stuff back for you!”

Dean stiffened. “What is it? Did I say something wrong?” you questioned.

“You’re not going on any hunts. Ever,” Dean stated firmly.

“Excuse me? And why not?”

“Because it’s dangerous.”

“So? You do it,” you pointed out.

“That’s different. I’m trained.”

“And? You could give me a bit of training.”

“It’s not going to happen!” Dean yelled. You were both on your feet now.

“Is it too much to ask to learn how to protect myself and the people I love?” you yelled back.

“Yes, it is! Because you shouldn’t have to when I’m around!”

“Well, you aren’t always around!” you responded.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean’s voice was steadily getting louder.

“It means that half the time, you,” you jabbed a finger at his chest, “are always gone and I’m left on my own!”

Dean was breathing heavily. “You know what? If you’re so sure you can look after yourself, why don’t you take off then? See what things are like on your own!”

“Dean!” You turned to see a shocked Sam standing in the doorway. “What the hell?”

“No, Sam, he’s right. I think I will go off on my own.”

“Fine,” Dean said.

“Fine!” you answered, storming off to your room to pack your bags. When you came back out, Sam and Dean were standing in the same positions.

—-

You had left and were just starting up your car when Sam appeared by the passenger door.

“You can’t convince me to stay,” you told him.

“I’m not trying to,” he answered, throwing his bag into the bag seat and climbing into the car beside you. “I’m joining you.”

“I don’t want you to come with me out of pity,” you said in a withering voice.

“Y/N, this isn’t pity. This is me hating to see my best friend alone and upset, and wanting to help her. Besides, Dean’s being a jerk. He needs time alone to cool off.”

“Alright then,” you said after a moment of thought. “Thank you, Sam,” you murmured as an afterthought.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.”

—-

A month later, you were in your motel room while Sam went to pick up some breakfast when your phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Is this Y/N Y/L/N?” an unfamiliar voice asked from the other end of the line.

“Yes,” you replied warily. “Who is this? How did you get this number?”

“My name is Jenny. I work at Sioux Falls General Hospital. We have a patient here named Bobby Singer. He’s very ill. Your number was listed as one of his emergency contacts,” she explained.

You felt like the bottom had gone out of your world. “Miss Y/L/N? Are you there?”

Coming back to your senses, you demanded, “What’s wrong with him? Will he be okay?”

“We’re still running some tests. We can’t tell you any more than that until we know what’s going on.”

“We’ll be there in a few hours,” you said, ending the call.

“Y/N?” Sam called, coming back in. When he saw you, he dumped the food on the table and rushed towards you. “What’s happened? Why are you shaking?”

“It’s Bobby.”

—-

Five hours later, you were rushing to the reception desk of the hospital.

“What room is Bobby Singer in?” Sam asked frantically.

“Room 232,” the receptionist replied. “But there’s another visitor in there at the moment…”

You ignored the rest of her words as you and Sam dashed off to go see Bobby.

“Bobby?” you asked, moving to his bedside and grabbing one of his hands. It wasn’t until then that you realised someone was on the other side of Bobby’s unconscious body, clutching his other hand.

“Dean,” you whispered, the colour draining from your face.

“Y/N,” he replied, looking shocked to see you again.

As you struggled to come up with something to say, a doctor entered the room. “This looks like a popular ward!” he said cheerfully. The three of you turned to look at him.

“Have the tests come back?” Sam asked.

“They have,” the doctor nodded. “I think you’ll be pleased to know that Mr Singer here has pneumonia, but is expected to make a full recovery.” He must have misinterpreted the tension in the room, because he added, “I’ll just give you a moment to discuss this,” before bustling out of the room.

Sam glanced between you and Dean. “I’ll just go and ask him a couple of questions,” he said, following the doctor out of the room.

When you were alone, Dean said, “So…how have you been?”

“Good. You?” you asked politely.

“I’m good.” There was an awkward pause. “You know what?” Dean continued. You glanced up, startled. “I’m not good. I’m all alone in that bunker and it’s my own fault. All I can think about is what I said to you. I’m so sorry. I was a dick, Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just…I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt, especially not because I brought you into this lifestyle.”

You stood there, stunned. You didn’t know how to reply. “Say something,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry, too,” you replied. “I should have just spoken to you like a normal person instead of blowing up at you.”

“Will you have me back?” Dean asked after a moment, his expression vulnerable.

You nodded, going towards him and wrapping your arms around him.

The two of you stood there like that for several minutes. Neither of you said anything, you just basked in the warmth of each other’s embrace. Finally, Dean leaned down to kiss you.

It was a slow kiss, a promise. It was a message, telling all the unspoken words between you. It was a kiss that said, “I love you.”

~~~~~

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Can you please write a cas imagine and you're pregnant with his child and what kind of a father he is :)

Hey! Sorry for the wait. I have been saying that entirely too much lately. Anyway, I hope this is what you were after!

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“Castiel, please come down here. It’s urgent,” you prayed. At the sound of beating wings, you turned to see Cas standing in the room behind you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked, coming over to check you for any injuries.

“Nothing’s wrong, Cas. It’s just…” You bit your lip.

“Y/N, you can tell me anything.”

Instead of responding, you shoved the item in your hand at him. Castiel took it from you and frowned down at it.

“I don’t understand. What is this?” he asked

You exhaled heavily. “Cas…it’s a pregnancy test,” you whispered.

Slowly, realisation dawned on Cas’ features. “You’re pregnant?” he asked. You nodded slowly.

“Don’t be mad!” you pleaded.

“Why would I be mad at you?” he enquired.

“Well, it’s not something we’ve ever talked about. And it’s a pretty big commitment. And I’m sure this is taboo or something, right?” you rambled.

“Y/N,” Cas cut you off. He placed his hand under your chin and tilted your head up so that your eyes met his. “None of that matters. This is wonderful news.”

“Really?” you asked, your face breaking out into a grin.

“Of course,” Cas replied. “You’re beautiful Y/N. You’ll be an incredible mother.”

“You’ll be an amazing father, too,” you told him.

Cas smiled ruefully. “I wouldn’t count on that. But I will protect you and love you, Y/N. You and the baby.” He knelt down so that he was looking directly at your stomach. “Did you hear that? I’m your father. And I’m never going to let anything happen to you. And I will always, always love you.”

You smiled softly upon hearing these words. “Cas,” you murmured.

“Yes, Y/N?” he responded, drawing himself back up to his full height.

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that you won’t be a good father? After hearing what you just said?”

Cas stood there watching you, seemingly at a loss for words.

“I know you’ve made mistakes in the past,” you told him. “Pretty big ones, too. But you won’t stuff this up. I believe in you.”

You could’ve sworn you saw Cas blink back tears. “Thank you, Y/N,” he said, pulling you into his arms. You wrapped your arms around him in return.

You couldn’t help grinning into his neck. You were finally going to have a family.

~~~~~

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Hey!! Big fan!!! I was wondering can you write an imagine with Adam where the reader is an angel and gets Adam out of hell and hide while taking care of him and he falls for you? Make out sesh maybe?

Hi! Thanks for saying that! Here’s the imagine. I’m sorry it’s taken so long but I hope it’s worth the wait!

~~~~~

You knew you shouldn’t have done it. It was wrong, forbidden. But you couldn’t leave him there. Not after everything he’d been through. And that’s why he was now lying unconscious in the motel room you’d rented out.

Adam Milligan.

It wasn’t like you’d planned it. You’d only gone to Hell on business but after seeing Adam there, you couldn’t leave him behind.

You heard a moan from behind you. “Adam?” you asked, rushing to his bedside.

“Where am I?” he muttered groggily, struggling to sit up. “Who are you?”

“Shh, just lie down. You’re in a motel room. My name is Y/N. I’m an angel,” you told him.

Suddenly, Adam froze. “This is Lucifer again, isn’t it? You’re messing with my head again!”

“Adam, calm down,” you ordered. “This is not Lucifer’s work. I really am an angel. I rescued you from Hell.”

All the energy seemed to drain from Adam with that last word.

“What’s wrong?” you murmured.

“Hell,” he choked out. His arm shot out and grabbed onto yours. “You can’t let me go back there. I can’t do it. I can’t!” Suddenly, his voice was loud, desperate.

“Adam, do you really think I’d let all that work it took to get you out go to waste?” you joked. When he didn’t smile, you added, “I promise you, Adam, you won’t go back there. Not on my watch.”

“Positive?”

“Positive,” you smiled. “Now get some rest. Your body needs time to adjust,” you said, tucking the sheets up around him.

—

You had been taking care of Adam for the past month. Over that time, he’d made a remarkable recovery.

However, whilst most of the physical strain had been taken care of after a few days of rest, his mental state was another matter entirely. Visiting Hell was taxing on you - you could only imagine how it would affect a human.

It didn’t help that you had to keep moving around. Every couple of days, you took Adam to a new motel in order to keep any other angels off your trail, should they be searching.

“Y/N?” a voice called. You turned to find Adam standing in the doorway of your room.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, worried that he had come to you with news of another nightmare or flashback.

“I’m fine,” he replied. “You need to stop worrying about me so much.”

“But you went through such an ordeal. I have to make sure you’re recovering,” you explained.

“That isn’t your responsibility,” Adam told you.

“Of course it is,” you answered in confusion. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Y/N, stop talking,” Adam said, stepping up to you.

You opened your mouth to ask why, but Adam’s lips caught the words before they had a chance to come out. At first, you were stunned but after a moment, your lips began to move with his.

Adam’s hands came to rest on your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your hands reached up and looped around his neck.

After a minute, you pulled back. “Adam, no,” you told him, shaking your head.

“Did I overstep a boundary?” he asked. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean -”

“No, it’s not like that,” you explained hastily.

“Then what is it?” Adam questioned, his brow still creased in confusion.

“Adam, I have no regrets whatsoever about pulling you from Hell. But you have to go live a normal life. You can’t stay with me, in the path of danger. Because of what I did, I’m going to have to spend the rest of my life running,” you whispered.

“Then let me spend eternity chasing you,” he murmured. “You’re worth it, Y/N. Believe me, you’re worth it,” he finished, drawing you to him once more.

~~~~~

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Could you write an imagine where Dean was scared (season 4 ep. 6) and when he's almost dying reader comforts him but he hurts her on accident and she runs away and gets kidnapped by demons? Then Dean (w/ Sam) rescue her (most Dean) and then fluff? :)

Hi! I absolutely love this episode so thank you for the request. I’m so sorry it took so long! I’ve just had a lot of homework and assignments at school. Anyway, I hope it’s what you were after!

Warning: There’s a bit of language in this.

~~~~~

“Dean, listen to me. It’s not real, alright? None of what you’re seeing is real!” you said in an attempt to calm Dean down.

“They’re after me!” Dean cried out, the panic gripping him like a vice.

“Listen to me. You’re fine. Everything’s fine. Just breathe, alright?” you assured him. “Just try to match my breaths, okay? Sam will have all this sorted out soon. Don’t worry.”

Dean started to breathe with you and after a minute or two, you noticed that he had calmed down marginally.

“That’s good, Dean. Keep that up.”

At the sound of your voice, Dean looked up again.

“Get away from me!” he yelled, pushing you away. “Get out of Y/N, you son of a bitch!”

“What the hell, Dean?” you exclaimed, catching yourself on the wall of the motel.

Dean grabbed the demon knife. “You heard me! Get out of Y/N or I’ll send you straight back to Hell!”

“Dean - I’m not a demon!”

“Do I really look like that much of an idiot? Get out of her!” Dean came up and pinned you against the wall, the knife hovering above your chest.

“Dean?” you whispered, your voice cracking. You tried again. “Dean, it’s me. Please, you have to believe me! This is just the fear making you see things. It’s me, i swear!”

“Shut up!” Dean yelled, plunging the knife into your arm.

You cried out in pain. “Get off me!”

You raised your leg and kneed Dean in the groin. Taking advantage of his surprise and pain, you pushed him off you and sprinted for the door.

It wasn’t until you were at least two blocks away that you began to slow down and catch your breath. You hated yourself for leaving Dean right now, with the fear taking over his brain, but you couldn’t stay there. The blood running down your arm was proof of that.

“In a hurry, are we?” A voice asked from just behind you.

You turned around to find yourself face to face with a man. As you looked at him, his eyes flashed black for a moment.

His arm lashed out and you only had time to think that all your weapons and your phone were back at the motel before the demon made contact with your head and the darkness sucked you in.

—–

“Finally. She wakes,” you heard through a curtain of fog surrounding your brain.

Blinking several times to orient yourself, you looked around and saw that you were tied to a chair in an old shed. The demon stood in front of you, twirling the knife between his fingers.

“What do you want with me?” you asked tugging your hands apart to test the strength of your bonds.

“You’re very direct, aren’t you? No use beating around the bush with you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Look, if you’re just going to be a dick, can we perhaps cut this little meeting short? I’ve got places to be.” You hoped that by matching his casual tone, he wouldn’t realise how truly scared you were.

“Oh, this meeting will definitely be cut short,” the demon assured you. “But perhaps not in the way you’re hoping for.”

“Just tell me what you want with me,” you repeated, feeling your heart rate pick up a little at the sight of the knife inching towards you.

“A little birdie told me that you’ve had a bit to do with the angels. Is that right?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me!” the demon shouted, throwing his fist into your face. “I want to know their plans.”

“Please, I don’t know anything! They haven’t given me any information!”

“I don’t believe you,” he sneered.

“You have to believe me! They’ve kept me in the dark,” you pleaded with him, your cheek throbbing from where he’d hit you.

“If you won’t tell me anything voluntarily, I’ll just have to make you -”

“Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!”

“Dean?” you called out timidly. Part of you was filled with relief that help had arrived but another part, a rather big one, couldn’t stop thinking that this might still be the Dean who had attacked you.

“It’s me, baby. It’s me. I’m all better,” he assured you, coming over to untie you while Sam took down the demon and exorcised him.

“Dean,” you whispered, your eyes filling with tears as he freed you from the ropes that were binding you.

“Hey, baby, don’t cry. Everything’s fine,” he murmured, cupping his hands around your face and wiping your tears with his thumb. “I’m so, so sorry. What I did…I can never forgive myself for hurting you like that. I was seeing all these scary things, but thinking you were possessed…that was the scariest,” Dean explained, his voice cracking on the last part.

“Hey,” you said, bringing your hand up to rest on his. “It’s fine, Dean. I know it wasn’t your fault. I’m just glad that you’re back and everything’s okay.”

“Me too, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Me too.”

~~~~~

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Mar 13, 2014 36 notes
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Hello :D can you do one where the reader is pregnant from cas. But their baby have visible wings and she is very upset about that and cas try all to make her happy again? ok this sounds weird xD

Hi! Don’t worry - the request didn’t sound weird. I actually found the concept really interesting. Anyway, sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after!

Please note that I’m only 15 and have no experience with pregnancy so please forgive any inaccuracies.

~~~~~

You sat in the nurse’s office with Cas.

“Are you ready to have a look at your baby?” the ultrasound technician asked.

“I can’t wait!” you grinned.

“Well, here it is!” the technician replied, placing the wand on your stomach. As she began moving it around, an image filled the screen in front of you.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, squeezing Cas’ hand.

You looked over to see that there were tears in his eyes. “Our baby is going to be beautiful, Y/N.”

“Yeah,” you replied, turning your attention back to the image of your baby. “Wait, what’s that darker patch near the arms?”

“Huh. I don’t think I’ve seen anything like that before,” the technician frowned. “Don’t worry though,” she added hastily, “it’ll just be the quality of the image. They’re fairly grainy and often a bit unclear.”

“Oh, okay. What a relief!” you exclaimed.

“There’s nothing to worry about,” the technician assured you. “Your baby appears to be healthy and, by the looks of things, I’d say that you’re about 4 months along!”

“Wow,” you murmured, still in awe over the little baby growing inside of you.

“I’ll just give you two a moment,” the technician said, slipping out of the room.

“This is incredible!” you said to Cas.

“I agree,” he replied.

“What’s wrong, Cas?” you asked, noting the uncertainty in his voice. “Is something the matter? Do you not want a baby anymore?” Your imagination was getting the best of you and you were starting to panic.

“Shh, no nothing like that. I can’t wait to have this baby,” Cas reassured you, stroking your hair in an attempt to soothe you.

“Then what is it?”

“I-I don’t know how to tell you this, Y/N.”

“Preferably in English,” you joked, attempting to cover up your concern.

Cas smiled but soon turned serious again with his next words. “Y/N…the dark shape you noticed? It wasn’t just poor image quality. It was the shape of…wings.”

“Excuse me?” you asked, sure that you had misheard.

“Our baby will have wings,” Castiel repeated.

“But that’s impossible. And besides, it’s not like we’ll be able to see them. Right?”

Cas avoided your eyes. “Tell me, Cas!” you demanded.

“Y/N, human and angel pregnancies are incredibly rare. So rare, in fact, that there is essentially no precedent for them. I suppose that this was always a possibility but I thought the odds of it happening were practically non-existent so I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to worry you,” Cas explained.

“But this can’t be happening! I just want our baby to grow up normal! Or at least as normal as is possible for us. Oh, God. No. This can’t be happening!” you panicked.

“Hey, come here,” Cas said, gently taking you into his arms. “Y/N, listen to me. This is our baby. It will be beautiful and loved and I will do everything in my power to make sure that they have the happiest and most normal life possible. I promise.”

You sniffled. “Do you really think we can pull off something like this off?” you asked doubtfully.

“I really do,” Cas replied confidently, drawing you in tighter. “You just have to have faith.”

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! I’m not sure about that ending. Was it a bit weak? Anyway, feedback and requests are welcome.

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Mar 9, 2014 23 notes
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could you do a one shot where the reader is dating dean and they're laying in bed and it's extra fluffy and gets sexual?

Thank you for your request. Sorry for the wait! I don’t actually write smut so I sort of implied that sort of thing. I haven’t written much of that sort of thing before, so I hope it turned out alright!

~~~~~

You snuggled into Dean’s chest. “I love you, Dean,” you told him.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replied, reaching up to stroke your hair.

“I wish we could spend more time like this,” you sighed.

“Hmm?”

“It just seems like we’re always running from something or fighting someone. I just wish there were more moments like this. Just you and me, being able to relax without some monster getting in the way of things,” you elaborated.

“I know what you mean, baby. Sometimes I wish we could just stay like this forever, that we could just pause the rest of the world and never get out of bed,” Dean responded.

“What would we do in bed all day?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“I could think of a few things…” Dean said, his fingers trailing along your side.

“What sort of things?” you giggled, getting ticklish.

Dean moved so that he was hovering above you. “We could do this,” he said, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

“What else?” you asked when he pulled away.

“Well…” Dean teased. “There’s this.”

He began planting kisses down your neck.

“Any other ideas?” you gasped out.

He pulled the strap of your tank top down and began covering your collarbone with his lips. “How about this?” he asked between kisses.

You sighed in pleasure.

“You know,” you began, wrapping your legs around him, “I think we could probably keep ourselves busy for a day,” you finished off as you pulled his face down to yours.

~~~~~~

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Mar 5, 2014 34 notes
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Hi could I have an imagine where reader and there boyfriend Sam are watching one of readers shows (teen wolf) and she talks about how cute the wolves are. And he gets jealous and fluff at the end :) love your writing

Thank you so much for saying that! I’m so sorry that it’s taken me so long to write this, but I’ve been pretty busy. Also, I had to ask one of my friends what Teen Wolf is about because I’ve never actually watched it. But even so, Dylan O'Brien! Need I say more?

Anyway, I hope this was worth the wait!

~~~~~

“Hey, Y/N,” Sam said as he walked into your room in the bunker.

“Shh! My show is on!”

“What show is that?” Sam asked as he came and sat next to you.

“Teen Wolf,” you replied distractedly, your attention drawn to the screen.

“What’s it -” Sam began.

You waved him off. “I’ll explain in the ad break.”

A minute later, you turned to Sam. “Alright, the ads are on. What do you want to know?”

“Well, what’s the show about?”

“Okay, so there’s this guy called Scott and he gets bitten and becomes a werewolf. And then he gets good at sport, gets a girlfriend, all that sort of thing. But then he gets pulled into the dangerous side of being a werewolf. You know, shifting, people getting hurt. The sort of stuff we deal with,” you explained. “Oh! It’s back on!”

You sighed happily as Stiles appeared on the screen.

“What was that for?” Sam asked.

“I love Stiles. I mean, Dylan O'Brien is just so hot!” you exclaimed.

“Oh,” Sam responded, focussing his attention back on the screen.

When the next ad break came on, you turned so that you were facing Sam.

“Alright, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“I mean you haven’t spoken since the last ads. And whilst I appreciate the fact that you’ve been letting me listen to the show, this isn’t like you, Sam,” you explained. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just… Don’t worry about it. It’s stupid.”

“No, Sam. If something’s upsetting you, then it’s definitely not stupid,” you assured him.

“It’s just…it’s what you said about that Stiles guy,” Sam muttered.

You burst out laughing. “Is that what this is about?”

Sam looked down, a dark red painted onto his cheeks.

“Oh,” you said, your laughter cutting off. “You’re serious.”

Sam still hadn’t looked back up.

“Sammy,” you began. “Sam. Look at me.”

He raised his head.

“Are you jealous?” you asked softly.

Sam didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.

“Sammy…” you murmured. “You do know that Stiles is fictional, right? He’s just a character on a TV show! A great character, sure, but a character just the same. And even if he was real, I’d still prefer you. I love you, Sam.”

A sheepish smile spread across Sam’s face.

“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied. “But you’re my idiot,” you added, tucking yourself into his side as Teen Wolf came back on.

~~~~

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Mar 4, 2014 41 notes
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