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July 2014

I absolutely love your blog!!! Could you do an imagine where Y/N is a hunter with Sam and Dean, but every week she disappears once until morning and when the guys track her down they find out that she does dance in an empty studio to relieve her stress? It would mean a lot to me if you did this imagine for me :)

Thank you so much! That means a lot to me.

Just so you guys know, I know essentially nothing about dancing. All I know comes from watching Dance Academy.
~~~~~

As soon as Sam and Dean seemed to be immersed in research, you snuck out of the bunker, taking your car into town. It was something you did about once a week and so far, they hadn’t noticed that you’d been leaving.

It had all started several weeks ago, when, after a hunt gone wrong, which had resulted in the death of a young boy, you’d been wandering around the town near the bunker. You had been lost in your thoughts, and almost missed the ballet studio as you walked past. But you had backtracked, drinking in the sight. Dancing had always been a passion of yours, and you couldn’t believe you had found a studio near the bunker.

The morning after your discovery, you’d returned, hoping to speak with the owner. As it turns out, she was a friend of your dance teacher from when you were a kid, and agreed to leave the studio unlocked one night a week, so long as you locked up afterwards with the spare key.

So each Monday, you snuck out to the studio, letting go of the stress as you stretched and spun and lost yourself to the movements. And today was just like those other days. You positioned yourself at the barre, going through the positions as you watched yourself in the mirror opposite.

But just as you were heading over to turn on the music, you caught side of movement behind you, and spun around to find Sam and Dean watching you. “Nice outfit,” Dean observed. Nervously, you smoothed down the material of your leotard, something much different to the jeans and button up shirts you wore when hunting.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, reaching down to take off your pointe shoes. You figured that you wouldn’t get to do much dancing tonight, not with company around.

“We were wondering where you’ve been going the past few weeks,” Sam explained. “We hope we weren’t intruding on anything.” Huh. So they had noticed your absence. It would seem that you weren’t as secretive as you would like to believe.

“It’s fine,” you assured them. “I just like coming here. It takes away the stress.” Their faces showed that they knew exactly what that was like. Being a hunter was never easy, and sometimes the pressure built up to a point where it was nearly unbearable.

“I didn’t know you danced,” Dean spoke up, seeming surprised at this revelation.

Smiling ruefully, you said, “Well, I don’t, really. Not since I started hunting. But then I found this studio, and I thought, ‘Why not?’”

The brothers smiled at you, and you felt dumb for ever thinking they would laugh at you for your love of dance. “I think it’s great that you’ve got something to take your mind off things,” Sam told you.

“I agree,” Dean added. “Maybe you might even be able to teach us a few moves.” You laughed, collecting your bag from the corner and going over to meet them.

“Like you could keep up.”

~~~~~

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Can you write a readerxdean imagine where the reader is pretty similar to dean and they go on a road trip and they're singing and dean confesses he loves the reader and super fluffy?c:

Hi. I hope you enjoy this imagine!

~~~~~

The Impala flew down the straight stretch of black road, with no sign of anyone else around. You loved it like this - Dean behind the wheel, you in the passenger seat. Both front windows were down and you were each resting an elbow on the window frame, allowing the wind to whip inside, ruffling your hair and shirts.

You dug through Dean’s box of cassette tapes, smiling as you found the one you were after and put it in the player. As the sound of AC/DC filled the car, Dean looked over at you and grinned, tapping out the beat on the steering wheel. “You have excellent taste in music,” he told you, turning back to the road.

“I know,” you agreed, leaning back against the seat. As the chorus came round, you and Dean grinned at one another, before proceeding to belt out the lyrics.

“Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap
(Dirty deeds and they’re done dirt cheap)
(Dirty deeds and they’re done dirt cheap).”

Dean was head banging, and you had turned the dashboard into a drum kit. It was so freeing, to just rock out and forget about angels and demons and ghosts for the time being. You and Dean could just relax and act like teenagers at a concert for a while, instead of worrying about the fate of the world.

As the song finally died out, the two of you laughed, trying to catch your breath. “God, I love this,” Dean murmured.

“Me too,” you smiled, looking in the rear view mirror at the endless expanse of road stretching out behind you.

“No, I mean it,” he insisted. “I-I love you.” He held his breath, looking at you out of the corner of his eye to gauge your reaction.

“As you damn well should, Winchester,” you smirked. But then your expression softened, and you reached over to squeeze his knee. “But don’t worry - I know the feeling. Road trips with you are my favourite things in the world.”

~~~~~

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Could you do one where the reader is showing Cas about human things and then it comes to 'human relationships' and then Cas goes like oh hey I wanna have a relationship with you and fluff n' stuff

Hey. I hope you like it!

~~~~~

Sighing, you packed up the Monopoly box. Over the past few weeks, you had taken on the role of introducing Cas to various aspects of being human. And today, you’d moved on to board games. But no matter how hard you tried to explain the concept of the game to him, he just didn’t get it. “If humans want property, why not ascertain the funds to buy actual properties rather than wasting time on fake ones?” he had asked.

“It’s a game, Cas,” you had tried to explain. “It’s a bit of fun.” He, apparently, didn’t seem to agree with you, so you had decided to move on to other aspects of human life.

“Alright,” you began, sitting back down opposite Cas after putting the Monopoly away. “Why don’t we talk about human relationships? What do you want to know?” Cas surprised you by answering straight away.

“How does one enter into a human relationship?”

“Well, I guess it would depend on what kind of relationship you want. Do you mean a friendship, or -”

“A romantic relationship,” he interrupted, listening attentively to what you had to say.

“Oh,” you replied, wondering why he was asking about this. Regardless, you carried on, hoping to explain relationships to him as best you could. “Well, relationships are all about getting along well with one another, and it helps to have a common interest, so you have something to talk about. You should trust the person you’re in a relationship with, and they should trust you back. That’s one of the most important things.” You paused for a moment, checking to see if he was following. He nodded, indicating that you should continue. “And if you find someone like that, and you really, really like them, you should ask them out, on a date.”

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Um, yeah, like that!” you answered, pleased that he seemed to be learning quickly. “And if they like you back -”

“No,” he interjected. “That was a question. I find that you seem to meet the criteria for a relationship candidate, and I really, really like you. So I am asking you out. On a date.” Your breath caught in your throat, and you couldn’t believe this was happening. Admittedly, this wasn’t exactly the most romantic way you’d ever been asked out, but at the same time, there was something about it that was just so…Cas. You couldn’t imagine him being any other way.

Allowing yourself to breathe again, you thought about how best to respond. After a moment, you worked it out, and your mouth curled into a grin. “And if they like you back,” you said, picking up where you’d left off earlier, “then they say yes. So, yes, Cas. I will go on a date with you.” He returned your grin with one of his own, and you couldn’t help but think that this was the best lesson you’d had with him about being human in the whole time you’d been teaching him.

~~~~~

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Hey! I really love your writing. You're so good. I was wondering if you could do one where the reader cuts herself and doesn't want the boys to find out. But on a hunt she gets seriously injured and the boys have to help her and it requires them to remove her clothing and see the cuts on her wrists sides and legs. And one of the boys tells her they have feeling for her and they are there for her. Fluff? And you don't have to do this if you're too swamped or anything.

Hi. Thank you!

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of self harm.

I would just like to say that I don’t really know a lot about self harm. So if I have in any way romanticised it or portrayed it inaccurately, please tell me. I really don’t want to do that, so if I have, let me know so that I can make sure I don’t do so in the future.

~~~~~

You got dressed for the hunt, making sure to choose clothes with long sleeves. It was a secret of yours, one that you wished you didn’t have but you didn’t dare tell. The Winchesters were protective about the marks made by monsters. Who knew how they’d react if they found out about the marks made by your own hand.

You hated yourself for it, but you couldn’t stop. It was the only way you knew how to cope with the pain you felt in your heart. Admittedly, it wasn’t the best coping mechanism, but it was all you had, and it would have to do.

As you left your room in the bunker, you grabbed your duffel bag off the floor, knowing that this hunt would require you and Sam to stay in a motel for a couple of nights. Dean was staying behind to rest up after the last hunt he’d been on, but had agreed to lend you and Sam the Impala.

—-

It was a fairly basic hunt. The only problem was that it was a Wendigo and, not knowing the area, you might have trouble finding out where it was taking its victims. But when you arrived at the town, you met a couple of locals who were keen to put a stop to the disappearances, and they took you out into the forest to look for the creature.

For several hours, you searched to no avail. And as the sky started to turn dark, Sam suggested that maybe it would be a good idea to turn back now and come back tomorrow. After all, night time was when the Wendigo would be more likely to come out and play, and you knew that it would be practically impossible to defeat it in the dark.

But as the four of you headed off, you stumbled in the growing darkness, and soon enough found that you’d lost your way. “Sam?” you called out, the fear starting to set in. A twig snapped behind you and you spun around, your heart just about pounding through your rib cage.

“Y/N?” his voice replied.

“Oh, thank God,” you breathed, taking a step in the direction his voice had come from. But the closer you got, the larger his shadow appeared to be. Sam was tall, but not that tall, surely. And that was when you remembered that Wendigos could mimic human voices.

You turned to run but the creature came up behind you, tearing into your stomach with its sharp claws to keep you from getting away. You cried out in pain, praying that Sam was near enough to hear you. But as the Wendigo began taking you away, you heard nothing else, and your hope of being rescued anytime soon began to fade.

—-

The cave the Wendigo had taken you to was cold, with lines of moisture running down the walls. It stank of rotting flesh and you kept your eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to see the unconscious bodies hanging up around you. The area was only small, and you didn’t dare move for fear of brushing up against one of the mangled bodies or the sharp rocks sticking out from the cave wall.

It had been at least two hours since you been dumped here and tied up, and you had no idea what you would do when the Wendigo finally came back. You knew they liked to keep their victims alive, which meant it would probably go after you first, giving its other victims time to heal.

Very faintly, you thought you could hear footsteps approaching in the distance and your breathing started coming hard and fast. It was coming for you, it must be. But then they started heading back the way they’d come, leaving you confused. And that was when you heard it - the faint sound of shouting, and you could’ve sworn that the passages outside the cavern you were in glowed a tiny bit brighter.

Fire. It had to be fire. And sure enough, Sam and the two locals rushed into the cave minutes later, and set about freeing all of you. “Sam,” you breathed. “You came for me.”

“Of course I did,” he answered, picking you up bridal style to take you from the cave. “Will you guys be alright?” he asked the others. When they nodded, he thanked them for their help and left, laying you carefully in the backseat of the Impala before speeding off towards your motel to stitch up the wound in your stomach.

“You know,” you told him as you arrived back at the room and he carried you inside, “I can fix it up myself. It’s no big deal.” Sam looked at you seriously, eyeing the pallor of your cheeks and the light shaking of your hands.

“Y/N, you aren’t strong enough to do it right now. Let me help you,” he insisted. Eventually you relented, but that was before he told you he’d have to remove your shirt to access the wound.

“What? No!” you panicked. “You can’t do that!”

“Y/N, I’m not going to look at anything,” Sam told you, looking mildly offended that you seemed to trust him so little.

“That’s not what I mean,” you whispered.

“Then what is it?” he asked patiently. You eyed him for a moment, your bottom lip trembling, before slowly inching your shirt up your stomach, revealing many more injuries than Sam had been expecting. After spending such a long time hiding this from him, you knew you couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. This cut from the Wendigo was too serious for Sam to ignore, and you knew he wouldn’t give up until he’d stitched it up. So you’d decided to reveal your secret to him, wanting him to find out on your own terms.

“Y/N,” he murmured, taking in the scars with sad eyes. “How…?”

“I’m sorry, Sam,” you told him, tears falling silently down your cheeks. He looked up at you fiercely, taking hold of your hand.

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for. This is not your fault. And I’m going to be here for you, and I’ll help you through this,” he promised.

“Why?” This wasn’t Sam’s battle, and you didn’t know why he was so eager to fight.

“Because I love you,” he murmured, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “I love you more than I ever thought was possible. And I wish you could feel that way about yourself.” Your hand covered your mouth in shock, and you couldn’t believe your ears.

“You love me?” you asked, hardly daring to believe it could be true.

“I do,” he uttered. “And we’re going to make it through this. I’m going to be by your side the whole time. I promise.”

~~~~~

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i think i'm in love with your blog omg. all those imagines, they're just perfect. simple as that. you're definitly a good writer. also, could you do an imagine when the reader is sam and dean's little sister (she's 18), its her senior year and even if she hunts with them she have to go to school, but one day they found out that she's bullied, they found out because the football players have beat her and they fix it with those guys (fluffly pls)sorry for the english again, i am french, thanks :)

Hi! Thank you so much. You have no idea how much that means to me!

TRIGGER WARNING: Bullying.

~~~~~

You walked through the corridors with your shoulders hunched and your head hanging low, trying not to draw any attention to yourself. Even though you were a hunter, your brothers made you go to school regardless. They said it was because they wanted you to have the life they’d never gotten. And you didn’t blame them at all, because you could totally see where they were coming from. It was just…well, you hated school. But it wasn’t the teachers or the homework or the gross cafeteria food or anything like that. No. It was the other students, and in particular, the football team.

They were always calling you horrible names and fixing crappily photoshopped pictures to your locker. And while you did have your own little circle of friends and were fairly well liked by a number of your peers, it didn’t stop you from hurting whenever the football team chose to attack again.

Of course, Sam and Dean knew none of this. As far as they were concerned, school was just peachy for you. And you wanted to keep them in the dark about it, because if they found out, they would take serious action. And somehow, you didn’t know if it’d be strictly legal. Besides, it was your senior year. In a few short months, this would all be over, and you’d be free to travel with Sam and Dean, leaving the petty politics of high school behind.

Feeling a buzzing in your pocket, you pulled out your phone, seeing the screen lit up with a text from Dean. ‘Just got back in town. We’ll pick you up from school this afternoon,’ it read. You smiled, hardly able to wait until you could see them again. When they were around, you felt safe. You felt like you could forget all about the bullying, even if for just a few hours.

“Hey, wonder what’s got Y/N all happy,” Dan jeered. Looking up, you found that while you’d been checking your phone, the football team had found you, forming a loose circle around you. Glancing around, you realised with a sinking heart that the corridors were empty aside from them, with everyone else in class.

“Let’s find out, shall we,” Nate grinned, snatching the phone from your hand. “Ooh, a text message from Dean! Who’s he? Your boyfriend?”

“As if!” Liam exclaimed, while around him the team collapsed into laughter. “Look at her. Do you think she’d ever be able to get a boyfriend?”

“Please give me my phone back,” you said quietly, fighting to keep your voice from shaking.

“Oh, you want it back, do you? Well, here you go.” Nate held out his hand with the phone in it. But just as you reached out to take it, he snatched it back out of your reach. “Got you that time!” he laughed.

“Please,” you pleaded, jumping up to try and take it back. Tears pricked your eyes, but you forced them away, knowing that to cry now would only make this a thousand times worse.

Whenever you faced monsters, you felt strong, totally in control. Fighting was something that could be taught, and you knew that Sam and Dean were the best teachers in the world. But facing these guys in the school corridor…they made you feel weak. This was a different kind of battle, one that couldn’t be fought with a bit of research and the right technique. This was a battle that you had to fight everyday, and knowing how futile it was, you had simply stopped trying to fight it.

“You know,” Dylan said thoughtfully, analysing your features with his arms crossed over his chest, “Y/N’s nose doesn’t quite match up with the rest of her face.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” Chad agreed. “Here, let me fix it for you.” Before you could even register what was happening, his fist had smacked into your nose, and you felt blood trickle down to your lip. You stood frozen in shock as Troy reached out to punch your cheeks as well for good measure. Never before had they resorted to physical violence, and you had no idea how to react.

You felt their eyes sizing you up again, but before anyone could take another swing at you, the bell rang, and you got the hell out of there. Their voices called after you, taunting you, but you blocked them out, heading to the front of the school where you knew Sam and Dean would be parked with the Impala.

You slid into the backseat, keeping your head down to hide your face from them. “How was school?” Sam asked.

“Just drive, please,” you answered, close to tears. You wanted nothing more than to be as far from that school as possible.

“What’s wrong?” Dean asked. When you didn’t reply, they both turned back to look at you in the backseat. “Y/N?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you whispered. Dean’s hand reached out and took a hold of your chin, tilting your head up so that they could see you properly. There was a sharp intake of breath, and Dean said through gritted teeth, “Who did this to you?”

“No one! Can we please just leave,” you said through the tears that had started to fall. But your eyes unwittingly flicked towards the football field, where the football team was warming up before practise.

“The football team?” Sam asked. You nodded, knowing that there was no use trying to hide things from them anymore. Through your sobs, you told them everything, beginning a few weeks ago with snide comments, and ending with today, when their fists had joined in on the fun.

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

“Be-because I was scared!” you whispered. “They made me feel so weak.”

“You just wait here, alright?” Dean said, getting out of the car.

“Where are you going?”

“Where do you think?” Sam responded, climbing out of the car himself. For several minutes, you waited there, not daring to look out the window for fear of what you might see. But finally, Sam and Dean opened the doors and got back into the car.

“Here you go,” Dean said, passing your phone back to you. As he withdrew his hand, you noticed that his knuckles were slightly bloody.

“What did you do to them?” you wanted to know.

“Let’s just say that they won’t bother you anymore,” Sam replied.

“That’s right,” Dean added. “No one makes our sister feel weak and gets away with it.”

~~~~~

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Your blog is amazing!! I've had a hard time sleeping recently so could I possibly get an imagine where the reader (a hunter and Dean's girlfriend) can't sleep so Dean comforts her and helps her get to sleep and it's just hella fluffy! Thank you :)

Thank you! And I hope that your sleeping habits improve!


~~~~~

It was another one of those nights. No matter how much you tossed and turned, you just couldn’t seem to get comfortable. Blanket off, you were too cold. Blanket on, you were too hot. You punched your pillow repeatedly, but it just never seemed to go into the right shape for you. Sighing, you flipped over once more and squeezed your eyes shut, figuring that if sleep didn’t come for you, you were bloody well gonna go after it.

“Geez, what’s happening on your side of the bed?” Dean muttered sleepily from beside you.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you snapped. “Is my not being able to sleep amusing to you?” Immediately, you felt bad. “Sorry. I’m just really tired. I’ve been trying to sleep for hours now.”

“Maybe I could help you sleep,” he suggested.

“Dean,” you said, a note of warning in your voice.

He brushed you off. “Nothing like that. I mean it. Maybe I could sing to you,” he joked. Groaning, you turned away from him.

“You’re not helping!”

“Hey, come on. I’ll be serious now. Come here.” He looped his arm over your waist, pulling you towards him so that your back was flush with his chest. With the blanket off, you found that his body heat was just the right temperature for you. You leaned into him, feeling his hand reach up to your forehead to stroke your temple lightly. “Is this helping?” he whispered. You nodded, shutting your eyes as you allowed him to soothe you.

Just as you started drifting off to sleep, you noticed that Dean was humming a tune that sounded an awful lot like ‘Some Kind Of Monster’ by Metallica. You smiled and drifted off to sleep like that, with Dean’s arm around you and the notes of Metallica in your ears.

~~~~~

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Aaaahahahhahahahahahahhahsha I requested the Arctic Monkeys imagine and I love love loved it!!!! You should do a part two sometime :)

I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I hope this one is just as good! And just for the record, I loved Do I Wanna Know? so much that I downloaded all of the Arctic Monkeys albums. I’m listening to them right now.

Part One:

http://imagines-supernatural.tumblr.com/post/84313882164/hey-i-love-your-imagines-you-should-do-a-sam-imagine

~~~~~

It was dark out, and you knew you should be sleeping right now. But no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t shut your brain off. Thoughts just kept coming to the surface, demanding you give them attention. And they were stupid thoughts, too. Like how good Sam had looked coming out of the motel bathroom with his hair still wet from his shower. Like how he’d smiled at you as he said good night. Like how he was lying in the bed across from you, sleeping, if his deep breathing was anything to go by.

Like how you were in love with him.

The thought shocked you, and it took a minute for you to put your finger on why. But then you realised - it was the first time you’d ever acknowledged that the feelings you had for him were more than a crush. Sighing, you tossed again, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep. If you hadn’t been such an idiot, you would’ve realised this ages ago, when he was actually into you. But instead, you’d turned him down, and now had to face the consequences of your mistake.

“Can’t sleep?” a voice whispered out of the darkness.

“I’m fine, Sam. Go back to sleep,” you whispered back. But of course, he would never listen if he thought something might be wrong. So he flipped on the lamp on his bedside table, lifting himself onto one elbow so that he could see you properly.

“What’s up? And don’t tell me it’s nothing. You’ve been acting differently for days.” Was it really that obvious?

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” You closed your eyes and rolled over, hoping that if you made it look like you were sleeping, he’d leave you alone. But the ’S’ in Sam might as well have stood for Stubborn, because the next thing you knew, there was a creaking of springs, and you felt the bed sink beside you.

Sam nudged your shoulder gently, turning you back to look at him. “Really. What is it?” You stared up into his hazel eyes in the dim light the lamp provided, and did something both reckless and impulsive. And frankly, something quite stupid.

You kissed him.

As your lips came in contact with his, your fingers curled up in his hair, and you pulled him closer to you. And that was when you realised you were finally getting the answer to the question you were too scared to ask. Because against all odds, Sam Winchester was kissing you back.

“That’s what it is,” you murmured as you finally pulled away, your breath dancing with Sam’s in the space between your lips. “I am crazy for you. I just thought I’d missed my chance.”

“Why in the world would you think that?” Sam laughed, staring at you in amazement.

“Because-because you never said anything about it after I turned you down. I thought you’d moved on.”

“Y/N,” Sam said seriously. “My heart will always be open for you.”

~~~~~

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Great blog! Could you write an imagine where the reader has a crazy/cruel father and Dean and Sam confront him and then rescue the reader and she travels with them? Thanks!

Hey. I hope this is what you were looking for.

TRIGGER WARNING: Abusive father, a fair amount of swearing directed at the reader.

~~~~~

“Y/N! Get the fuck in here!” your dad boomed from the lounge room, where you could hear a game of football blaring through the television speakers. Scurrying into the room, you took in the pizza boxes and empty beer bottles scattered across the floor, before your eyes finally came to rest at the foot of the lounge where your father sat.

“Yes, Dad? What do you need?”

“Get me another beer,” he demanded. “And when you’re done, clean up this room. I can’t believe you let it get so filthy.” You did as he asked, grabbing another beer from the fridge and a garbage bag from one of the kitchen cupboards.

“Here you go,” you told your dad, plastering a fake smile on your face as you handed him the new beer.

“Shut up. I can’t hear the game,” he grunted, not even glancing in your direction as he snatched the bottle from your hand. You ducked your head in shame, internally scolding yourself for not having the better sense to not interrupt him during a match.

Lowering yourself to the floor, you started picking up the rubbish. Within minutes, the bag was bulging, and you couldn’t believe the room had gotten so messy after only a few days. But as you picked up the trash from the floor, you noticed stains on the carpet from the grease of the pizzas and the dregs of the various beers, which you knew you’d have to clean.

Sighing, you tied up the bag and headed out of the room, intending to grab some soap and sponges to clean the floor with. But just as you were dumping the rubbish bag by the front door to take out to the bins later, you heard a knock. Glancing quickly in the direction of the lounge room, you decided not to disturb your father during the game, so you answered the door yourself.

“Good afternoon,” a handsome man greeted you. He and his companion appeared to be only a few years older than you, and they didn’t seem to be carrying any boxes, so you wondered why they were on your doorstep, if not to sell anything. “I’m Agent Bon, this is my partner, Agent Scott. We were wondering if you knew anything about the murder that happened a few doors down.”

Your eyes darted back and forth between the two of them, taking in the badges they held up and their formal attire. “I-I don’t really get out much,” you started. “I’m probably not the best person you should be talking to. You should probably just leave.” You started to close the door, wanting to be rid of these two men. They had to leave before they saw inside, before they started asking questions. Your dad would flip out if he knew federal agents were in the area. And of course, you knew who he’d blame for it.

“What are you hiding from us?” the taller man asked, reaching out to stop you from shutting the door completely. There was only a small gap left to see through now, and through it you could barely just make out both of their features.

“Please, I don’t know anything!” you pleaded, feeling a sob rise up in your chest. “Just leave me alone!” The two men exchanged a glance, and were about to question you further when a scream from the lounge room cut them off.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING YOU SO LONG, YOU LITTLE BITCH? I asked you to do one simple thing! Is that too much to ask?” You flinched, both at the loud volume and the harsh nature of his words.

“Who is that?” the first man asked, pushing the door open a little further to get a look inside.

“N-no one!” you insisted, fighting against him as he pushed the door all the way open and stepped into your house alongside his companion.

“Is that your father?” the taller man asked in horror and disbelief. You didn’t answer, but your face must’ve said it all, because they both stormed into the room where your father was, turning off the TV and demanding his attention.

“What the fuck are you two doing in my house?” He demanded, half rising out of his chair. When he caught sight of you edging timidly into the room, he turned on you. “Did you let them in here, Y/N? Because if you did, I swear -”

“Actually,” the first man interrupted. “We let ourselves in.” Your father went silent as the men flashed their badges, both of them staring at him stonily. “How do you live with yourself?” he continued. “Your daughter is not a slave, nor is she an outlet for your anger. She is a good person, and you should be treating her with respect!’

You backed out of the room, not wanting to have the attention focussed on you. No one had ever spoken about you like that before, and you didn’t know how you should react to it.

"How dare you speak to me in such ways in my own house!” your father exclaimed from the other side of the wall. “I’ll have you know -” His voice cut off suddenly, and as you peeked round the edge of the doorframe to see why, you saw that the FBI agents had positioned themselves to show off the bulge of their guns.

“If you don’t mind,” the taller one said pleasantly, “we’ll just be going now.” And like that, it was over. Well, for them anyway. Your father would never forgive you for this. Once the men had left, there’d be no stopping him.

“Okay, moment of truth.” Startled, you glanced up, finding the two men standing close to you, keeping their voices low so as to not be heard. “Do you want to come with us? We can get you away from this, help you live a better life.”

“Wh-what?” Why on earth were FBI agents asking you this? “But you guys are the FBI! Besides, I-I don’t even know you,” you said shakily.

“Well, truthfully, we aren’t actually FBI agents. But we are investigating the murders in the area. We’re here to help.”

“That’s right,” the other man continued. “I’m Dean Winchester, and this is my brother Sam. And if you want, we can take you somewhere safe, somewhere you won’t have to put up with all this crap.” You were stuck, with no clue as to what to do. As much as you wanted to leave, how could you be sure that they could be trusted?

“But my dad…” Your fear of him was too strong, and you knew that you couldn’t go if there was any chance he might follow. But then again, it couldn’t be much worse than what you’d have to deal with when these guys left, could it?

“We’ll sort him out,” Dean assured you. “Don’t you worry about that. We’ll take care of everything. So what do you say?” His green eyes held yours, steady and reassuring. And even though you’d never met him before, there was something in the determined stares of him and his brother that said they’d never let you down.

Brushing a few stray tears from your cheeks, you nodded, swallowing and trying to match their own determined expressions. “Let me just grab my stuff.”

~~~~~

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hi can i get a dean imagine where your in a car accident after a fight with dean about a hunt and he feels awful about it and fluff? thanks doll :)

Hey. I hope you like it!

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“What the hell was that, Dean?” you fumed, storming into the bunker. You whipped around, folding your arms across your chest and fixing him with a furious expression.

“Oh, you’re one to talk,” he retorted. “What were you thinking? When we have a plan, we stick to it. If I hadn’t saved you -” You snorted, your expression turning to one of utter disbelief.

“Saved me? Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Glaring at him, you took a step closer and drew yourself up to your full height. Through gritted teeth, you said, “Dean, you have a hero complex. And you know what? I was perfectly capable of handling myself until you showed up. The reason that hunt nearly got us both killed was you. Not me.”

Dean reeled back as though he’d been slapped, and you took his brief silence as a moment to exit the bunker, making sure to slam the door behind you. Getting behind the wheel of your car, you pulled away from the bunker. Away from Dean. But the further you drove, the more your anger left you, and in its place the guilt set in. You knew Dean had only been doing what he’d thought was right. You had no right to treat him like that. He’d only been trying to help you.

Making your decision, you made a U-turn, knowing that the back roads were generally pretty quiet, so no one would get in your way. But in all the time that you’d been thinking, you hadn’t even noticed the car that had turned onto the road behind you. You sped off towards Dean, only registering the other vehicle just before the moment of collision. There was the squeal of brakes, and a large smash, and then you blacked out, feeling shards of glass from the windscreen cut you as the airbag slammed into your chest.

—-

When you woke up, you had the strangest sensation that something was tugging against your arm. For a moment, you panicked, and strained to free yourself from its grip. But as consciousness set in properly, you realised that it was an IV, not an attacker. You slumped back against the pillows, realising that you must be in the hospital.

But then something did grab your arm and you froze, turning to look at whoever it was who had you in their clutches. “Dean…” you breathed, relaxing once more as you took in the sight of him. Who else would it have been?

“Y/N, thank God you’re alright,” he answered, giving your hand a tight squeeze. “They told me you’d be okay, but I didn’t want to believe it until I saw you for myself.”

“I’m fine,” you answered, remembering why you’d gone on that drive which had resulted in the accident in the first place. Dean was evidently remembering it too, as you noticed that the guilt had carved itself across his features.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t been fighting with you -”

“Dean,” you interrupted. “It wasn’t your fault. You were only trying to help me, and I was a bitch about it. In fact, just before I crashed, I was turning around to come see you. I didn’t mean any of it - the things I said were horrible. And none of them were true, you have to know that.” You paused, taking a moment before you said the most important thing you had to say. “Dean, I’m so sorry. Can you forgive me?”

“Y/N, I’m just glad you’re alive. Of course I forgive you,” Dean told you, moving the strands of hair off your forehead so that he could stroke your temple. You smiled at him, loving how he could be so tender and gentle around you even after the things you’d said to him.

“You’re too good for me, Dean Winchester,” you murmured, leaning into the hand that was now cupping your cheek.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. There’s nothing special about me,” he answered, giving you a sad smile.

“Dean,” you said seriously, looking him dead in the eye, “there’s everything special about you.”

~~~~~

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Hey could you do an imagine where the reader is dean or SAMs daughter that came back in time and they find out after they go on a Hunt and she gets injured? Thanks! Xx

Hi! I hope you like it.

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You tugged on your boots, sliding a knife down the side of one of them as a back up. After all, you could never be too prepared when going to take down a nest of vampires. Looking around at the motel room you were staying in, you couldn’t help but think about how strange everything was in the past. And for you, that’s what this was. You’d gotten caught in the crossfire of a battle between angels and demons, and somehow, you’d ended up back in time.

At first, people had looked at you strangely, eyeing the way you dressed and the few possessions you had with you when you were sent back. But soon enough, you had learned to blend in, and had set off to find the two people you were able to locate and who you happened to trust - Uncle Sam and Dad.

Three weeks ago, you had found them and had worked at gaining their trust. You would’ve told them straight up who you were, but you knew that if you did, they’d never believe you. “Y/N, you ready?” your dad called from outside your door.

“I’m here,” you answered, striding out of the room. “Let’s gank those sons of bitches.”

—-

The nest the vamps had made for themselves was dark and gloomy, which you supposed was probably considered light and airy by a vampire’s standards. It was an old barn, set out some distance from the rest of the town. The structure was falling apart, with sections of the wood splintering away, but they had nailed boards over the gaps and windows to block out the sunlight.

Your dad explained your plan of attack, and the three of you took up your positions, charging into the nest on Uncle Sam’s signal. The vampires seemed freshly turned, a theory supported by their sloppy killing of the victims. Even though they were strong, they didn’t know how to fight, which made it easy to kill them. Within minutes, their bodies were strewn about the ground, the heads scattered beside them.

In your triumph, it became easy to forget that for the vampires to become freshly turned, there had to have been an older vampire who turned them in the first place. The reminder came in rather a harsh way. The vampire slunk out of the shadows, lunging at you and knocking you to the ground. Its weight sent you skidding across the dirt floor, before finally slamming into the barn wall.

As you cried out in pain, the vampire’s fangs extended, inching towards your neck. You thought for sure that it would bite you, but just as you felt the sharp teeth brush against the tender skin of your neck, Uncle Sam wrenched it off you, cutting its head off with a clean slice.

Your dad rushed over to you, moving your head into his lap. “Y/N, are you okay?”

“Daddy, it hurts,” you whimpered, wincing in pain. Of course, that was not the best way to reveal who you were to them. But you couldn’t help it. All you could make out through your foggy vision were his eyes, those green eyes that had rocked you to sleep as a baby, that had comforted you when you came home from a bad day at school. In that moment, you’d forgotten he was supposed to be a Dean, a fellow hunter. He was just your dad.

“What?” he demanded, drawing back from you slightly. You saw him and Sam exchange a confused glance, and you noticed Sam’s hand inching towards his waistband.

“I-I didn’t want to tell you this way, but I’m your daughter.”

“I don’t have a kid!” your dad argued, his mouth set in a stubborn line. Uncle Sam glanced at him thoughtfully, and you could tell he was wondering whether your dad had gotten some poor girl pregnant after a one night stand.

“Well, not yet you don’t.” You proceeded to tell them all about the battle that had taken place, and your role in it. How you’d been sent back in time and had to adapt to this new life. You told them about how you’d tried to find them, knowing that they would help you, about how you’d pretended to be a stranger so that you could gain their trust.

Finally, when you’d finished telling them the story, Uncle Sam looked at you and said, “How do we know you aren’t lying to us?” So you went on to talk about stories they’d told you, things from their childhood and personal lives. All the things that no one else would know.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Dad murmured when you’d finally finished explaining. “I thought there was something about you that seemed familiar, but I never thought you’d be my kid! Sammy, I get to have a family!”

He was beaming, and you could see that Uncle Sam was happy for him. “I know, Dean. I’ve been here the whole time.” Seeing their reactions, you thought everything would be okay, but then you felt your dad freeze, and you tilted your head back to try to get a look at him. There was a slight look of horror on his face, mingled with self-loathing.

“Hang on,” he began. “If you’re my kid, why the hell are you a hunter? How could I do that to you?” His voice was shaking with anger, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you - it was directed at himself. Well, himself of the future, anyway.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you murmured. “I wanted this for myself.”

“No one wants to be a hunter!” Dad yelled, causing you to flinch in shock. He noticed this and brought the volume of his voice back down for the next thing he said. “And even if you did, what kind of father am I that I let you become one?”

“One that loves and trusts his daughter, and who knows she can handle herself,” you told him. “Dad, I am a hunter because I want to help people. You know why? Because I wanted to be a hero like my dad and my Uncle Sam. I love you both so much. And if you can foresee a future in which you love me too, then please, please don’t try to change things so that I don’t become a hunter. This is the life I want for myself. Don’t take that from me.”

Your dad was silent for a moment, taking time to process everything you had just said. Uncle Sam was silent too, and you could tell he was taking the backseat to give his brother time to come to terms with this. “Alright,” your dad said at last. “Alright. I won’t try to change things, and Sam and I will try to get you back where you belong. But for now, let’s get this banged up head fixed up, okay?”

~~~~~

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What is y/n? I'm new in reading fanfict :)

Hey! Basically, Y/N is short for Your Name. The idea of the kind of fanfiction I write is that it’s reader insert, so that you are a character in the story. I hope this helps!

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Okey first of all your blog is awesome! Could you write a a Dean imagine where you dance on "Island in the sun" by Weezer?

Thank you so much! Actually, I listened to this song for the first time when I wrote this, and it’s actually pretty catchy. Also, I haven’t really written something like this before, so I hope it’s alright.

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You sighed, slamming the lore book shut and watching as a cloud of dust rose up from the pages. You and Dean had been researching for hours, and you still had nothing. But now, the words had blurred into one another and you were seeing the passages without taking anything in. If you were going to have any chance of finding anything out about this creature, you were going to have to take a break.

Standing up, you headed to the radio in the corner of the room, tuning in to your favourite station. As “Island in the Sun” by Weezer came on, you smiled, and an idea popped into your head. “Come on,” you said to Dean, pulling him up from his chair.

“What are you doing?” he asked, staring at you in confusion. “We have research to do -”

“Shhh,” you interrupted, placing a finger over his lips. “Just go with it.” You pulled him into the centre of the room and started swaying in time with the music. Soon enough, he picked up on what you were doing and placed his hands on your waist, leaving you to wrap your arms around his neck.

For once, you were able to do something carefree, something that didn’t involve danger, where there was no pressure to succeed. It was just you and Dean, dancing around the room with stupid grins on your faces. And by the time the final chorus came on, you both sang along.

“On an island in the sun
We’ll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can’t control my brain.”

You both laughed, pulling away from one another as the final notes of the song died out and the radio switched to a different track. Dean mockingly bowed, as if the two of you were at an old fashioned dance. You grinned, curtsying back. “Who knows?” you joked. “Maybe this will be our song!”

Dean smiled softly at you, gazing at you with a tender expression. “Who knows?”

~~~~~

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Hello! Can you write a one-shot where the reader is hunting with Sam, Dean and Adam? And she has to share a room and a bed with Adam because there aren't any empty rooms in the motel? And can you make it really fluffy?

Hi. I hope the fluff is to your satisfaction! Admittedly, there’s not a lot, but I tried.

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The carpet in the reception area of the motel was thin, and there was a distinct path worn from the door to the counter. As you, Dean, Adam and Sam lugged your bags to the woman working behind the desk, you couldn’t help but glance at the dingy lighting and the shabby furnishings and wish that there had been another motel nearby that you could stay in. But the next one was roughly an hour away, and the four of you were exhausted, so this would have to make do.

“Can we get 3 rooms, please?” Dean asked the woman behind the desk, greeting her with a polite smile. She glanced down at her book, a troubled look on her face.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “but we only have two rooms left. For some reason, were just booked out this weekend. I’m really sorry.” She glanced at your little party sympathetically, but it didn’t do much to change the fact that this could cause a serious problem for you. Sam and Dean usually shared a room, given the fact that they’d done so for years, but you and Adam usually had one each, to allow you both to have some privacy.

You bit your lip, growing slightly uncomfortable at the prospect of having to share a room. It wasn’t that you didn’t like or trust the guys, but you just didn’t know if any of them would want to share with you.

Adam was the one to break the silence that had descended in the lobby. “Maybe…I could sleep with Y/N?” he suggested. Then, when he realised what he’d said, he turned beet red. “Um, that is, share a room with her.”

“Um, yeah, sure. I’m cool with that,” you agreed, blushing profusely. Sam glanced between the two of you for a moment, before turning back to the desk and saying, “I guess we’ll take them, then.”

The woman smiled, before handing over the room keys and explaining where the rooms were located. The four of you thanked her and left, with Sam and Dean turning off a few doors before the one where you and Adam would be staying. Adam unlocked the door and stepped in the room, with you not far behind. But before you even got to see in, you slammed into his back.

“Ow!” you exclaimed, rubbing your nose resentfully. “What was that - oh.” You had finally moved into a position where you could see the room, and you now knew why Adam had stopped dead. There was only one bed. The lady definitely hadn’t mentioned that when you’d made the reservation.

“Y/N, I had no idea,” he said apologetically, as you silently shut the door, still reeling over this new bit of information. “Look, I’ll sleep on the couch. You take the bed.” Glancing across the room, you saw a little armchair in the corner, the fabric worn and fraying.

“No,” you decided. “I’m not letting you sleep in that thing. You won’t be able to move in the morning. You can share the bed with me.”

“Are you sure -” You quelled him with a sharp look, before grabbing your pyjamas out of your duffel bag and heading to the bathroom to change. When you came back out, Adam switched with you, leaving you to flop down on the bed. After a minute, you determined that nothing good was on TV, so you switched it off again and closed your eyes.

Moments later, you heard the bathroom door creak open, and you opened your eyes to see Adam heading back towards you. “You shape up nicely, Milligan,” you observed.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He switched off the main light in the room, before pulling back the covers and sliding into bed beside you. The darkness was complete, and you could barely make out Adam’s form as you settled into bed.

“Shit! Sorry!” you apologised as you rolled into him. For a moment, you were worried about how he would react. But then you noticed that he was shaking beside you and you realised he was laughing. When the momentary tension gone, you laughed too, pulling the covers up over your shoulder.

As you starting slipping into sleep, you felt a weight settle on your waist - Adam had draped his arm across you. You froze for a minute and he withdrew it slightly, asking, “Is this…okay?”

“Yeah,” you murmured, shifting towards him. “You just surprised me, that’s all.” He put his arm back around you, pulling you closer to him. You lay like that for several minutes, feeling his rhythmic breathing calm you and lull you to sleep.

Then, just as you felt yourself finally drifting off, he whispered, “Sweet dreams, Y/N.” You smiled, and fell asleep with a warm and fuzzy feeling growing inside you.

~~~~~

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Could you write an imagine where the reader surprises Dean by baking all of his favorite pies at once because you see how drained he is and it's just super fluffy?

Hi. I hope you like it!

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The sound of the Impala’s engine faded into the distance, leaving the bunker in silence. You knew that Sam was reading up on some lore, but you didn’t want to distract him. So you were left to your own devices until Dean got back tomorrow. He’d left to go interview some witnesses, to try and shed some light on the monster they were hunting.

As you’d said goodbye to him, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He’d been working so hard the past few weeks, and the strain was starting to show. His eyes were lined with bags and he walked as though a large weight was on his shoulders, forcing him to slump and drag himself along. You also knew that he’d been having trouble sleeping lately, which couldn’t have been helping.

You bit your lip, frowning slightly as you thought. You had nothing else to do today, so maybe you could do something for Dean, a nice surprise to take his mind off hunting for the time. Smiling, you headed into the kitchen and grabbed an apron, hoping that you had all the ingredients you would need.

—-

The next day, as you heard the Impala pulling back into the bunker’s garage, you darted out of the kitchen, a huge smile on your face. You had been in a baking frenzy all night, and couldn’t wait to show Dean what you had prepared for him. Sam had even come in at one point and - after you’d explained what you were doing to him - helped for a little while.

“Dean!” you squealed, throwing your arms around him as he came through the door.

“Hey, Y/N,” he laughed wearily, hugging you back. “I take it you missed me?”

“Yep.” You grabbed his hand, tugging him in the direction of the kitchen.

“Hey, I’m drained right now. Do you think we could do this later?” You glanced back at him, taking in his exhaustion. It wouldn’t hurt to wait, you supposed… “Hang on,” Dean added. “Do I smell pie?” You grinned, knowing that there was no way he’d want to go to sleep now.

“Maybe,” you sang, going ahead of him into the kitchen. “Although it rather use it as a plural.” As Dean saw the table, his jaw dropped. Laid out before him were several fresh pies, the most recent one still steaming. “Just a little something I did to surprise you,” you told him. “There’s apple pie, pecan pie and cherry pie.”

“I love you!” Dean exclaimed, swinging you around in his arms. You laughed, begging him to put you back down again. When he did, you looked up at him and saw that through the exhaustion, he was genuinely happy to see what you’d done for him.

“I just thought you could do with a little something to cheer you up,” you said. “I know the last few weeks have been tough on you…” Dean smiled, and it was clearly genuine, despite the tiredness he obviously felt.

“Y/N? You’re awesome,” he uttered.

~~~~~

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I love your blog! I was wondering if I could request a Dean imagine where the reader and dean had a baby and the reader gets up during the night to check on it and finds a demon in its room.

Thank you! I hope you like this imagine.

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The bed sheets felt so good as you climbed into bed, sinking your head into the pillow as the mattress cradled your body. Your eyelids drooped, and it barely even registered when Dean climbed into bed beside you, tucking you under the covers. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before settling himself on his side of the bed. “How was she?” he murmured.

“Mmm, yeah, I got her to sleep,” you replied drowsily. “She won’t sleep through the night, though. God, when people said that we’d get no sleep with a baby, I didn’t realise how literally they meant it.”

Dean let out a humourless laugh. “God, I know. I love her, but man I wish she would stop crying.” You were about to agree, but you felt yourself being pulled under, and you welcomed the much needed rest.

Only a couple of months ago, you had finally become a mother, a title you couldn’t be prouder of. But what you hadn’t expected was just how exhausted it would make you. Many days had passed where you’d drift off to sleep when you were supposed to be looking after the baby, before jerking upright and realising what had just happened, and hating yourself for leaving your baby unattended, even for only a few minutes.

Even on the nights when you did go into a deep sleep, it didn’t last very long. Tonight was no exception. Barely three hours after you’d drifted off, you were woken by crying coming from the baby monitor on your bedside table. Groaning, you sat upright, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Dean was still asleep, so you went to check on your daughter yourself, wanting to let him sleep as much as possible.

Your heart just about stopped as you turned into the nursery. Standing in front of the cot was a man, leaning over your baby. “Dean!” you screamed, as the man’s attention turned to you. But as he faced you, you saw that his eyes were black, and you knew that this was no man. It was a demon.

“Please, leave her alone,” you pleaded. “She’s just a baby! Take me instead!” The demon took a step towards you, using his power to force you up against the wall. Your breath cut off and you started choking, watching helplessly as he turned back to your little girl. A rushing sound filled your ears, making it almost impossible to hear the crying coming from the cot. You were sure that you were going to pass out, and you had no idea what the demon would do to your baby when you did.

But just as the darkness starting creeping in on the edge of your vision, a figure darted into the room, headed straight for the demon. Dean. Slowly, your heart rate returned to normal. Everything would be okay now that he was here. He was going to fix everything.

You saw him stab the demon and then you were free, slumping back against the wall with a hand to your throat, gasping for breath. Dean was there in an instant, cradling your face and asking over and over again if you were alright. Nodding, you stumbled over to the cot, where your baby was crying.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you gasped, picking her up and rocking her in your arms. “Shh, sweetheart, it’s alright.” Gradually, the cries began to die down, and soon she was sleeping in your arms.

“Is she alright?” Dean murmured, reaching for her. You handed her over, checking her for any physical signs of harm.

“I-I think so,” you shakily replied. “But what if he’s done something to her?” You thought of Sam and what had happened to him when he was six months old. Dean must’ve been thinking along the same lines, because he said, “I’ll get Cas to come check her out. Why don’t you go back to bed? I’ll look after her.”

“Dean -” you began to protest.

“No,” he interrupted. “You’re exhausted. Please. Just let me do this.” Seeing the pleading look in his eyes, you consented, turning to leave the room. You had just reached the doorway when you heard a muffled sob behind you. Looking back, you saw Dean’s body shaking slightly, but he kept a firm grip on your baby.

“Dean, what’s wrong?” you asked, hurrying back to his side. He shook his head, at a loss for words.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” he finally choked out. “I thought it would be like Mum all over again. Like Jess. When I heard you scream, all I could think was that I would run in here to find you burning on the ceiling.”

In that moment, he looked so broken and lost. All you could think of was that little boy, one who had lost far too much, and gained so much responsibility. Dean deserved a better life than hunting, and just as he’d gotten one, this demon had shown up in your daughter’s room to remind the both of you that sometimes, happy endings just aren’t possible.

“Dean,” you said firmly, looking him directly in the eye. “I am still here. I know what could’ve happened, but it didn’t. I’m still here, and I’m not going to leave you,” you promised. “We’re going to get through this. Together.”

Dean looked up at you, a desperate look in his eyes. But there was hope there too, like he thought that the two of you could do this. He knew that you weren’t going to leave, unlike so many other people in his life. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”

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Could you do an imagine wear the reader is a 14 year old girl and older sam and Dean come for a case to find her getting beat up and take her cause she has no parents or family? I love your blog so much!

Thank you so much! I hope you like it.

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You walked along the streets with your hood up, the ends of your sleeves covering your hands to keep them warm. In your hands were a couple of plastic grocery bags, filled with only the most basic supplies.

When you had gone up to the counter, the woman working the register had given you a funny look, which you didn’t blame her for. After all, a 14 year old girl doing grocery shopping at night, when it’s dark out? Not something you see very often, and certainly not something that you can ignore. So you had gotten the hell out of there, collecting your shopping quickly before she had time to start asking questions.

It was time to leave this town, which was a shame, because you quite liked it here. You had found an abandoned house just out of town, the perfect location. It was within walking distance of the shops, but far enough away from any prying eyes. But now you were going to have to leave it, and just hope that you found somewhere just as good in the next place you settled in, wherever that may be.

You were just passing the next streetlight when it starting flickering. After pausing for the briefest of moments, you picked up the pace. All of a sudden, the night seemed so much darker, and you just wanted to get back under cover. But as you hurried off, you heard footsteps behind you. You looked around, but there was nothing there. Your breath hitched in your chest, and you felt as if your heart was in your throat. Turning back around, you barrelled head first into a tall woman.

She was fairly young looking, and was dressed in a tailored skirt and shirt, a sight which wasn’t uncommon around here, especially not for someone just getting back from work. But something about her was off. Maybe it was the hungry look in her eyes, or the slight stains you noticed on the fabric of her suit. But whatever it was, you knew something was wrong, even before her lips curled upwards and she said tauntingly, “Hello, sweetie.”

Before you even had a chance to register what was going on, the woman had attacked you, flinging you against the brick wall of the building beside you. Your head pounded and your vision slid out of focus as you lay in a crumpled heap on the footpath. Reaching up to push your hair out of your face, your fingers met something sticky - blood. Your blood.

Your hand started to tremble, a sensation which soon swept through the rest of your body. You had no idea who this woman was, but you knew that unless a miracle happened, she’d end up killing you, right here on this darkened street.

Just as she came in for a second attack, you felt yourself blacking out. And perhaps it was just a hallucination, but you could’ve sworn that that miracle came. But not in a blinding flash of light, as you would’ve expected. No, this miracle came in the form of an engine rumbling down the street. Squinting, you could just make out two men jumping out of a car. An Impala, you thought.

The men leapt at the woman, with the taller one grabbing her in a choke hold while the shorter one stabbed her with a knife. You stifled a scream as her body flashed with a yellowish light, before slumping to the ground.

As the men turned towards you, you backed up, feeling your back meet the cold bricks behind you. There was nowhere to go, and if these guys turned that knife on you…but no. The man with the knife had let it go, and had dropped down to your level while his friend dealt with the body. “Hey,” he whispered. “What’s your name?”

“Y-Y/N,” you stuttered, still shaking in terror.

“Well, Y/N, my name’s Dean. And that other guy you saw is Sam, my brother,” he told you gently, maintaining steady eye contact.

“Wh-what just happened? Who was that? Why did she attack me?”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, interrupting you before your voice had the chance to rise into hysteria. “It’s alright. That…it’s a long story. But the point is you’re safe now. Alright? My brother and I are going to make sure you’re alright.” As he said this, his brother came back and pulled a First Aid kit from the car.

“Do you mind?” he asked, gesturing to the cut on your head. Shaking your head, you watched as he sterilised a cotton wool ball, before dabbing it gently along the wound. You flinched as it made contact with your skin, the cut burning as he cleaned it up. “Sorry about that,” Sam apologised, fixing your head up as quickly as possible. “Alright, you’re done,” he told you, packing the First Aid kit back up and putting it in the car.

“Did you want a lift home?” Dean asked as he gathered up the groceries you’d dropped. He frowned as he put them back into the bags, no doubt wondering why you had them with you on a street so late at night in the first place. But he didn’t ask you any questions, which was lucky, considering your head was still fuzzy and you didn’t know if you could think up a good enough excuse.

“I’ll be right,” you replied, getting to your feet. But you had barely straightened yourself up before the world tilted, and if Sam hadn’t caught you and held you upright, you would’ve fallen again.

“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere on your own,” he told you. “In fact, maybe we should take you to the hospital,” he added worriedly, peering into your eyes to check your pupils.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you hastily assured him. “But, ah, yeah, a ride home would be good.” They opened the backdoor for you and helped you into the seat, before letting themselves into the front seats and pulling away. The further you drove the more you felt a sense of relief growing in you. You were finally getting away from where the terrifying ordeal had taken place, and you never wanted to go back.

About ten minutes later, the brothers were finally close to the house you were staying in, having followed your directions. So when you were about 100 metres away, you told them to pull over. “I’ll walk from here,” you informed them.

They squinted into the darkness, evidently looking for where you lived. “I don’t see anything,” Dean said.

“Oh, it’s…set back from the road,” you lied. “But don’t worry, I’ll walk the rest of the way.” You reached for the door handle, but just as your fingers closed around it, Sam reached out and stopped you, gently pulling you back.

“Y/N, all I see is that abandoned house over there. Do you want to tell us what’s really going on?”

Dean had turned back to look at you as well now. “What about all those groceries, huh? How come you were out so late by yourself?”

There was something about their questions and their kind expressions that made you break, and tears came to your eyes. Wiping them away, you told them all about where you were staying, about how you had to keep moving around. How there was no one to look after you. How you were all alone in the world.

“What happened to your parents?” Sam asked gently.

“Life,” you uttered softly. The brothers shared a look before seeming to come to a decision and looking back at you.

“How would you like to come with us?” Dean asked you. “We have a place, and it’s safe and secure. I think you might like it there. No more moving, no more late night grocery shopping. No more being alone,” he added.

You stared back at them in disbelief, hardly believing your ears. After all this time, could you finally find a place again? A place of your own? It almost sounded too good to be true, but maybe, just maybe, you could have two miracles tonight. “Yes,” you heard yourself say. “Yes, I’d love to go live with you.”

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Hi sweetie ! Please could you write a fic with Dean being jealous because another guy touched you ?

Hey! Um, okay, for the record, I know nothing about pool. Absolutely nothing. But I really wanted to include it in this imagine. So I had to go on wikihow to write this. So if anything’s wrong or whatever, please forgive me.

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There was a clunk as the cue ball shot out from where you’d hit it, bumping into the other balls on the table. You straightened up, watching in satisfaction as a couple of the balls went into the pockets. You were just taking a swig of your beer when a voice close to your ear said, “You’re pretty good at that.” Turning around, you found yourself face to face with an incredibly attractive guy, probably around Sam’s age.

“Thank you,” you replied, giving him a coy smile as you put your empty bottle down on a side table. The music and laughter of the bar made it hard to hear, so you had to lean in very close to catch his next words.

“Of course,” he said, “I would offer a couple of suggestions for you to improve your technique.”

“Excuse me?” you answered, leaning away from him and pretending to take offence at his words. “My technique is flawless!”

He smirked at you, reaching out to take the pool cue from you. “There’s always room for improvement,” he told you, giving you a wink. You felt your face flush, and hoped that the poor lighting kept your face hidden from him. “The key,” he continued, turning away from you to face the table, “is in your stance.”

You watched as he positioned himself over the table, lining up the cue with the cue ball. He paused for a moment, before drawing the cue back and sending it into the ball. It shot forwards, hitting the other balls and sending them ricocheting off the edges of the table, with several of them sinking in the pockets. “Impressive,” you nodded, glancing at him in admiration.

“Here. You try.” He held the cue out to you, watching as you grabbed it and took up your position at the edge of the table. As you started to line it up, you felt him come up behind you, his arms reaching around to shift you into a better position. You had to stifle a gasp as his warm breath grazed your neck. “Good,” he whispered. “Now take a shot.”

You let the pool cue go, and laughed as the hit turned out better than it had ever gone before. But you barely had a moment to enjoy the shot before you felt the warmth of your admirer being jerked away from you. “What the -?” You spun around, only to find Dean pulling the guy you’d been talking to away.

“What are you doing, Dean?” Last you knew, he and Sam had been talking to a couple of attractive women over by the bar. You wondered if he’d had too much to drink, but he didn’t seem to be hurting the guy - just keeping him off you. “I’m so sorry,” you said to the guy. “This is my friend, Dean. But honestly, I don’t know what’s gotten into him!”

“It’s alright,” he replied, sending a tight smile in your direction.

“Could I speak to you for a minute, Y/N?” Dean asked stiffly. You were about to say no, when the guy you were interested in glanced between the two of you and excused himself, leaving you to face Dean on your own.

“What the hell, Dean?” you demanded. “You just sent him away! And I didn’t even get his name or his number!” You felt yourself growing angry, and you glanced at Dean in disbelief. What right did he have to choose who you spoke with when you went out? And it wasn’t as if the guy had been hurting you - it was an innocent conversation. Perhaps a tad flirty, but innocent none the less. What right did Dean have to interrupt?

“I didn’t like the way he was touching you.” With every minute that passed, Dean seemed to grow more and more uncomfortable. Which served him right, seeing as he had ruined your evening.

“Dean, he was helping me with my pool!” you exclaimed. But the longer you looked at him, the more you noticed his fidgeting and nervousness. Dean, the guy who was always confident (and perhaps the tiniest bit arrogant at times), was nervous? “Oh. My. God,” you said, finally understanding. “You were jealous!”

“I was not!” Dean protested weakly. But he couldn’t meet your eye, which didn’t go far in the way of convincing you.

“Yeah, right!” you laughed, putting the pool cue back. You gazed at him thoughtfully for a moment, smirking slightly, before standing up on tiptoes so that your mouth was in line with his ear. “You know,” you whispered, “If you ever want to play pool with me, all you have to do is ask.”

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Will you please do an imagine were the reader is super nice to everyone and sam treats her like dirt because he loves her?

Hey. I finally got round to writing this! I hope you like it.

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You stumbled into the bunker, your hands laden down with bags of groceries. The Winchesters and you took it in turns to do the grocery shopping, and this week, it had been your turn. So you had set off for the nearest town and, two hours later, you were back at the bunker, having picked up everything on the list.

“I’m back!” you called out, dumping the bags on the kitchen counter. Straightening up, you stretched your back, which was aching from the strain of all the shopping. Upon hearing your call, Dean came into the room, and took a quite peek in the bag nearest to him.

“How’d it go?” he asked, his face lighting up as he drew a bag of peanut M&Ms from a shopping bag.

“Good. I got everything on the list,” you told him, smiling at his childlike enthusiasm. “Aaand, I got a little something else for you. You can have it for lunch.”

“No way.” Dean’s jaw dropped, and he threw down the M&Ms as you pulled a pie from a bag. “I love you, Y/N!” he exclaimed, grabbing the pie from your hands and pulling you in for a hug.

“Sam, I got you something, too,” you told him, grinning as he walked into the room to grab a drink from the fridge. He glanced at you for the briefest moment, before snatching the salad you offered him from your hand and stalking out of the room.

“Hey, Sammy, get back here,” Dean called. Sam turned back around, leaning against the doorframe with a bored expression.

“What?”

“Not ‘what,’” Dean answered, a muscle in his jaw jumping as he looked at Sam. “Y/N here went out of her way to do something for you, and the least you could do is thank her.”

“Dean, really, you don’t have to -”

“No, I do,” Dean interrupted, turning to look at you now. “You’re always doing nice things for us, things you don’t have to do, and Sam never acts grateful for it. It’s time he showed you some respect.”

“Fine. Thank you, Y/N,” Sam said to you. To Dean, he added, “Can I go now?”

“No. I want to know why you do it.”

“Dean, this is getting out of hand,” you told him. “I’m sure Sam has his reasons. He doesn’t need to prove anything to us.”

“Y/N, I appreciate that you want to avoid any conflict, but I’m going to have this discussion with Sam regardless. You are a good person, and you don’t deserve this treatment.” You fell silent, knowing that once Dean made his mind up, you wouldn’t be able to do anything to change it.

The truth was, you had noticed the way Sam treated you. And it really did bother you, considering you knew you had done nothing to deserve that kind treatment. But you kept quiet about it, not wanting to make things worse. You figured that if you said nothing, he would just ignore you. Because in theory, indifference was so much easier to deal with than anger. But in practice, it’s a whole lot worse.

“Do we have to do this?” By now, Sam had stopped leaning on the doorframe and now stood up straight, his body rigid with tension.

“Yes, Sam, we do,” Dean stated flatly. “Now spill.” Sam sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. Every inch of him screamed reluctance, and when he finally opened his mouth to speak, it was as if he had to draw the words from deep down inside of him.

“Fine,” he exhaled. “Fine. How do I…? Alright. Y/N, are you…God, I can’t believe I’m asking this. Are you familiar with the Supernatural books?”

“The what?” you asked, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. What was he talking about? And where was he going with this?

“Basically, it was a series of books about our lives. Don’t look them up, though!” he added hastily, seeing your curious expression. “The point is…those books explain everything that has happened in our lives since we started hunting together. And…part of that story is my previous relationships. Which…haven’t gone so well.” Wait a minute. What? This conversation was in no way going the way you had predicted. You held your breath, waiting for Sam to continue.

But Sam seemed to have run out of steam, unsure of how to continue. Looking around, you noticed for the first time that Dean was no longer in the room. He must’ve slipped out while you were busy focussing on what Sam had to say. “Sam,” you said quietly. “What are you trying to say?”

“Y/N, I…I love you. And the reason I treat you like dirt is because I don’t want you to go the same way as everyone else I’ve liked before. I figured that if I pushed you away, I could keep you safe,” he finished quietly.

You stood frozen, not knowing how to react. What were you supposed to say? After months of thinking that Sam hated you, you were finally finding out that he loved you? “You have a really funny way of showing it, you know,” you said to him, your voice trembling with suppressed anger.

“I know,” Sam replied, picking up on this. “But I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Ironic, isn’t it, that the very way you go about protecting me turns out to be the reason I’m hurting in the first place.” Sam hung his head in shame, not able to look at you after realising just how he’d made you feel.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Folding your arms, you said, “Well, sorry doesn’t really go that far.”

“Then let me make it up to you,” he said earnestly, finally looking up at you again. “I’ll treat you properly, I won’t be a jerk to you any more. Can you give me another chance?” He looked so eager to please, his expression so hopeful, that you found you couldn’t turn him down.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt,” you answered.

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Hi, could you write a one shot where Adam is out of the pit and the reader is pretty much a sister to the Winchesters, but they like Adam and Adam likes them back but Sam and Dean are extremely protective even though Adam is their half brother?

Hey. So I sort of cut Sam out of this, but aside from that, I hope it’s alright. Fair warning - it’s kind of long.

I quite liked writing this, actually. Mostly because I like the idea of Adam being freed from Hell.

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You pulled your car into the bunker’s garage, cutting off the engine. The Winchesters had gone on a hunt a fortnight ago, a simple salt and burn. They were supposed to be back within two days, but then you’d gotten a call from them saying that ‘something had come up’ but 'not to worry, they’d be back soon.’ Which had, of course, left you stuck in limbo for a while. You couldn’t go on any hunts, because you wouldn’t have back-up if something went wrong. But at the same time, you couldn’t get involved in much else in case the brothers needed you.

But last night, the brothers had finally called to tell you that they were back at the bunker. So first thing this morning, you had set off, drinking a coffee as you drove over. And now that you had finally arrived, you were set to give them an earful for leaving you out of the loop.

“Two calls in two weeks, with one of those being last night. Not exactly what I’d consider keeping in touch,” you seethed, slamming the door behind you. Sam and Dean started, looking up at you in shock. They both looked exhausted, and you wondered just how much sleep they’d gotten over the past two weeks. Sam opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off before he could start.

“Look, I get that you were away longer than expected. Shit happens, I get it. But you couldn’t have spared a moment here and there to let me know what was happening? Christ, I was worried about you guys! But could I do anything? No! Because you idiots decided that you were better off on your own and so I had to wait here, wondering if you were dead yet! Oh - who are you?” Your anger subsided momentarily, as you took in the third man in the room, one you hadn’t noticed before. His eyes were sunken into his face, smudged with black rings, and you noticed that he kept twitching and darting his eyes around the room, as though he expected something to jump out at him.

“Y/N, this is Adam, our brother,” Dean introduced you. “Well, half-brother, technically. Adam, this is Y/N, a good friend of ours.”

“Your what?” you demanded. “Are you fucking - I can’t believe this. You never thought to mention in the whole two years that I’ve known you that you have a brother?”

“Well, we didn’t know him that well!” Sam said in their defence.

“Whatever,” you replied, pinching the bridge of your nose. As much as you loved them, the Winchesters had the ability to infuriate you like no one else.

“Look, Y/N, we really need to catch up on some sleep,” Dean said. “Do you think you could look after Adam for a bit?”

“Sure,” you sighed, watching them leave the room. After their backs had disappeared from sight, you turned to Adam, tucking your thumbs into your belt loops.

“So,” you began, drawing out the 'o’ sound. “Can I get you a drink or something? I reckon you could use something like that. You look like you’ve been through hell.” Adam flinched, and you wondered what he’d found fault with in your innocent comment. “Sorry, did I say something wrong?”

“It’s just…I kind of have been through Hell. Very literally,” Adam responded, a haunted expression colouring his features. “I’ve been there since about…2010, I guess.” You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. Time in Hell was longer than on Earth, and you couldn’t begin to imagine what Adam had gone through.

“How are you still talking right now?” you asked, thinking in horror of the kind of trauma he must’ve been through.

“I don’t know,” he whispered hollowly, gazing up at you with empty eyes.

“I’m going to get you some tea,” you decided. “Or alcohol. Or maybe alcohol in the tea.” Adam’s mouth quirked upwards, but the smile never reached his eyes.

“That’d be great,” he answered, sinking back against the cushions of the lounge, while you got busy preparing him a drink.

—-

Over the coming months, you stayed at the bunker, having made the decision to be there to help ease Adam through post-Hell trauma. You were practically dead yourself, having been woken up most nights by Adam’s screaming as he lived the torture all over again. The only thing worse than nightmares born out of fear were those born out of reality.

Adam was adjusting so much better than you would’ve thought. Hell, the fact that he was still walking was a miracle within itself. You and the Winchesters had passed the days filling him in on current events, letting him know that he was back in the real world, assuring him that he was safe within the confines of the bunker. But you were treading on eggshells around him. Sam and Dean had both been to Hell, and they knew just how easy it was to bring back that trauma.

Out of everyone, Adam seemed to have connected most with you. While Sam and Dean really tried to help him, sometimes their own memories just got too much, and they couldn’t do it. But you didn’t have those horrors in your past, so you kept at it, bringing Adam back into the light whenever the darkness threatened to take hold.

But it wasn’t just Adam who connected with you. You found that you felt a connection to him as well. And as inappropriate as it was, you found yourself developing feelings for him. The guy had spent the equivalent of several centuries in Hell, but instead of trying to help him, you were crushing on him.

That thought kept you awake many nights, and tonight was no excuse. Usually, you didn’t have to worry, because Adam woke up from his nightmares and provided you with a distraction. But amazingly, he seemed to be sleeping through the night tonight.

With a groan, you eased yourself out of bed, heading to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate to help you get to sleep. You had just put the kettle on when you heard footsteps behind you. Turning around, you found Adam walking into the room. “Hey, what are you doing up?” you asked drowsily.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he answered, a rueful smile on his face.

“Like, nightmares, or…” your voice trailed off as your eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of there being something wrong.

“Nah, just thinking about stuff. Nothing to worry about,” he assured you.

“Alright. I actually had the same problem. Did you want some hot chocolate?” You asked, opening the cupboard and reaching in for your mug. When he nodded, you grabbed an extra one and put them both down in the counter. While you waited for the water to boil, you spooned some chocolate powder into the mugs, and when the hot chocolates were finally ready, the two of you sat down together.

It was quiet for a few minutes, the only sounds being the slurping of beverages and the clinks of mugs against the counter as they were put down. When only the dregs remained, you decided to break the silence. “So what were you thinking about?”

“What?”

“You said that your thoughts were keeping you awake,” you elaborated. “What were you thinking about?”

“Oh, just thinking about how much everything has changed while I was…gone.” He went quite, and you regretted saying anything.

“Sorry,” you apologised. “I can’t imagine what it must be like for you. I wish I hadn’t mentioned it.”

“Hey, don’t worry. It’s not your fault,” he told you. “In fact, you’ve probably been the biggest help in all this. So thank you for that.”

“You’re welcome,” you answered softly. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Adam had been staring at you, a faint smirk on his face. Your cheeks heated up, and you felt yourself growing self conscious.

“You, ah, have a bit…” His let his voice trail off, instead choosing to point at his upper lip. Reaching up to touch your own, you felt a milk moustache.

“Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing,” you laughed, rubbing it off. “Is it gone?”

“Ah, hang on. There’s a little bit…let me get it for you.” He reached across, wiping at it with the pad of his thumb. For a moment, everything went still. There was only Adam, his eyes gazing into yours and his hand resting by your mouth. And then the clock started again, and it was over.

Clearing your throat, you glanced down, feeling your face get redder than it already was. “So what were you thinking about?” he asked, shaking you from your thoughts.

“When?”

“When you couldn’t sleep.”

“Oh. That,” you said. “It’s nothing, really. It’s stupid.” You wracked your brains desperately for something else to talk about, but came up empty.

“I bet it’s not,” he replied, smiling encouragingly.

“I was thinking about you,” you muttered reluctantly, avoiding his eyes.

“What about me?” he asked curiously, nudging you with his foot.

“Stupid things. Like, the way your hair is all messy when you wake up. Or the way your mouth quirks up on one side when I tell a joke. Or the way you - never mind. Stupid stuff.” You tried to cut yourself off, but it was too late. The damage had been done, and the truth was out.

“Doesn’t sound stupid to me.” You stopped, halfway out of your chair. You had been on your way back to bed, so sure that you had ruined things between the two of you.

“Come again?” you asked in surprise. Surely he didn’t…no. He couldn’t feel the same way. He was still recovering. Surely he wouldn’t want to get involved in a relationship with anyone just yet.

“I like you, Y/N. A lot,” he told you, standing up and pulling you with him so that the two of you stood facing each other. Your toes were touching, and his arms were wrapped gently around your elbows, holding you to him.

“I like you, too,” you whispered, closing the gap between you. His kiss was soft, hesitant. You could taste the fear, the torment he had been through. But at the same time, you could feel the hope that he held, could sense that this was his second chance at life.

“What the hell?” Dean demanded. “I come into my kitchen in the middle of the night and find you both making out?”

You and Adam pulled apart, turning to face Dean. But Adam’s hand never quite left you, moving to rest on the small of your back. “We were just -” you began.

“I don’t want to hear it,” Dean interrupted. “Adam, what the hell are you doing? She’s like a sister to us!”

“I’m your brother!” Adam protested, looking at Dean in disbelief.

“So? That doesn’t give you free passage to our friends!” Dean retorted.

“Dean! What is wrong with you?” you hissed. “I don’t know if you’ve realised, but I am fully capable of making my own choices. And I chose to kiss Adam!”

Dean’s expression turned slightly apologetic, but he still didn’t back down. “I’m just worried, Y/N. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

“Dean,” you sighed. “That’s a part of life, unfortunately. But even so, I don’t think Adam would ever deliberately hurt me. Would you?” you asked him, turning to look at him.

“Of course not,” he answered, slightly offended that you had to ask.

“See?” you said, turning back to Dean. “Besides, if he does, you’ll have my permission to kick his arse. Alright?” Dean grudgingly agreed, allowing you to move on. “Well, now that we’ve got that sorted, would you mind, Dean? Adam and I are a little busy right now.”

~~~~~

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#bibliophilegirl15 #spn #spn one shots #spn imagines #spn fanfiction #supernatural #supernatural one shots #supernatural imagines #supernatural fanfiction #Adam #Adam one shots #Adam imagines #Adam Milligan #Adam Milligan one shots #Adam Milligan imagines #Adam x Reader #Adam Milligan x Reader
I love your work! You get a lot of people asking for imagines about the reader and dean ( which I love, actually gives me butterflies) can you write an imagine you would like? Anything! I just wanna see what makes you happy!

You’re so sweet! This message really made my day. And I’m glad you like my other stuff.

So I decided to write a fem!reader x Charlie imagine, which I read a prompt for a couple of weeks ago on sammy-and-supernatural’s blog. So I hope you guys like it!

~~~~~

“So,” Charlie started, pressing the stop button as the credits began to roll on The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. “When were you going to tell them?”

“Tell who what?” you murmured, your mind still in Middle Earth.

“Um, hello!” Charlie replied, pulling her head up off your shoulder and sitting up properly. “When were you going to tell Sam and Dean about us?”

“Oh, that,” you answered, placing the popcorn bowl, empty of everything except a few un-popped kernels, onto the table. “Well, you know, I kinda just…”

“Thought you’d keep putting it off until they worked it out for themselves?”

“Of course not!” you protested. At Charlie’s dubious look, you added, “I was kind of hoping they wouldn’t notice.” It wasn’t that you didn’t care about Charlie, it was just that you liked it this way - just the two of you. You could spend time together without your brothers worrying about you or trying to interfere, and you loved that. It was stolen moments like this that you lived for, moments where you could forget about monsters and shotguns and just spend time with spend time with your girlfriend, like a normal girl.

“Y/N!” Charlie admonished. “You can’t just not tell them!”

“It’s got nothing to do with you!” you hastily assured her, seeing the brief flash of hurt in her eyes. “Or me, for that matter. I mean, they’re totally supportive of my sexual orientation. It’s just, well, they’ve never actually met anyone I’ve dated before, and my brothers can be a bit…”

“Overprotective?” Charlie suggested, giving you a knowing look.

“That noticeable, huh?” you answered wryly. Charlie smirked, giving you a look which suggested that you already knew the answer. “I don’t get why they have to be, though! I mean, I am an adult! A fully grown human being!”

“You wouldn’t know it,” Charlie muttered under her breath. You shoved her shoulder, grinning despite yourself. “Seriously, though, you’re their little sister. They’re just looking out for you.”

“I know,” you sighed. “But can we please stop talking about this for now? I just want to enjoy today while it’s just you and me, alright?” You leaned into her, so close that the tips of your noses brushed against each other.

“Deal,” she whispered, closing the gap between you.

The sound of the door being shoved open startled, causing you and Charlie to jump away from one another. You hadn’t even heard footsteps approaching, but it would seem that you and Charlie were no longer alone.

“Dean!” you cried, jumping up to greet him as Sam appeared in the doorway behind him. “Sam! What are you guys doing home so soon?” You cringed as you heard yourself speak, and tried to stop sounding so high-pitched and squeaky.

“We finished up with the case early…” Sam replied, staring at you and Charlie in utter confusion.

“What the hell is going on?” Dean demanded, barging into the room.

“Well, um, we were - we were just, um,” Charlie mumbled.

“We were kissing,” you stated, taking a deep breath. You felt Charlie grab your hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze. With this show of support, you gathered up the courage to say what you had to. “Because she’s my girlfriend.”

The moment the words left your lips, Sam and Dean’s attitudes changed completely. The bewilderment drained completely from Sam’s face, and he stood glancing between you and Charlie with a huge grin in his face. Dean, on the other hand, had stopped looking angry, and had instead taken on a fiercely protective stance. “Charlie, could I speak with you for a minute?” he asked in a strained voice.

“Oh. My. God.” you stated, stopping Charlie as she headed towards Dean. “You are NOT going to have the big brother talk with my girlfriend.”

“Y/N, just let me deal with this, alright?”

“No!” you exclaimed. “Dean, Charlie and I have been seeing each other for three months! We really do care for each other. I know I would never do anything to deliberately hurt her, and I’m sure she feels the same about me.” You could see Dean’s resolve weakening, so you carried on, your tone much more imploring now. “Please, guys, I can handle this on my own. I’m an adult - I don’t need my brothers to watch out for me every step of the way.”

“But we want to,” Dean replied, standing firm.

“I know you do,” you murmured, walking to him and taking his hand. “But sometimes, you just have to trust that I know what I’m doing.” Dean stared at you for several long moments, his eyes searching your face. After a minute, he nodded.

“Alright,” he said to you. “Alright. But Charlie?”

“Yes?”

“You ever hurt my baby sister, and I will make you regret it,” Dean said. “Understood?”

“Sir, yes, sir,” she replied, giving him a mock salute. But you could see that underneath the joking tone, she had taken everything he said seriously.

“Well, now that we’ve got that out of the way,” you began, “would you two leave us? We have a Lord of the Rings marathon to continue.”

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! By the way, I’ve heard that people are posting some really disturbing images in several popular tags, including the Supernatural tag. So just be careful if you go to look through there.

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Can I please have a Garth imagine where the reader has a daughter with him (who is the age of a toddler). And can it be like that the three of them go to the park on a sunny day. Just something cute like that. I just love Garth and unfortunately I don't see much Garth here on Tumblr.

Hi. Guys, I am so, so, SO sorry for the lack of updates. It’s just last week, I had to put on a play, and there were four performances, and I was working on a science assessment as well. And this week, I had to finish some maths homework and an essay, and I saw TFIOS again, as well. But that’s over now! The rest of my school holidays shall be devoted to reading, writing and watching TV shows!

And anon, I love Garth as well. I think he’s epic. So I hope I did him justice.

~~~~~

You daughter squirmed in your arms, struggling to get down. Laughing, you lowered her to the ground, hearing the crunch of leaves beneath her little purple gumboots. With a squeal, she toddled off, her gaze set on the play equipment. “Ally, be careful!” you called out, taking a step after her.

“She’s all right,” your husband said from beside you. “She’s a kid. They’re pretty durable.” Looking around, you found Garth watching your daughter as she clambered up the slide.

“I know,” you sighed. “But I just worry about her. I know there are worse things out there, but still…” Your voice trailed off as your thoughts drifted somewhere much darker than swing sets and sand pits. When you had met Garth, he’d been living a normal life. But he’d told you all about his past, back when he used to hunt things that go bump in the night - demons and ghosts and the cast of nightmares.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your shoulder and turning you to face him, as if he knew where your thoughts had taken you. “Everything’s alright,” he assured you. “Now come on. It looks nice and shady under that tree. We should set up the picnic there.”

The two of you went over and Garth shook out the blanket, spreading it out in a spot that was relatively leaf-free. As you sat down and took out some sandwiches, you kept your eye on your daughter, making sure that she was alright.

“Look!” she cried, running up to you after about ten minutes. “It’s a flower!” She thrust her hand at you, revealing the crumpled daisy clenched in her fist.

“It’s beautiful!” you exclaimed, pulling her into your lap. “How about,” you started, pulling several more daisies from the ground beside you, “we make a daisy chain.”

“What’s that?” Ally asked, frowning up at you in confusion.

“It’s like a little crown made of daisies,” you explained, threading a daisy through the slit you’d made in the stem of another. You repeated the process several more times as your daughter looked on in fascination. At one point, you heard a click and looked up to find Garth holding his phone up, having just taken a photo of the two of you.

“I couldn’t not take it. The two of you just looked so gorgeous,” he said.

You smiled back at him, looking down at the now complete daisy chain. “There you go, beautiful!” you said, handing it to Ally. “Are you going to put it on?”

“Nup!” she giggled.

“What are you going to do it?” you queried.

“Not telling!” she laughed. Before you could say anything else, she stood up, stumbling towards Garth. “Close your eyes, Daddy!” He did as requested, a grin on his face. Ally slipped the daisy chain around his neck, then pulled back to admire her handiwork. “Open your eyes, Daddy!”

As Garth looked down at the daisy chain he was now sporting, Ally giggled and ran back into your eyes. “Looks like you’re the gorgeous one now, Garth!” you told him. He grinned back at you, wrapping his arm around you and your daughter.

“I love days like this,” he murmured, planting a kiss on Ally’s forehead, which she brushed off with another giggle.

“Here’s to many more, then,” you replied.

~~~~~

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Jul 3, 2014 20 notes
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