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Mar 9

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

Anonymous

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

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

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You sat in the nurse’s office with Cas.

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

“I can’t wait!” you grinned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is incredible!” you said to Cas.

“I agree,” he replied.

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

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

“Then what is it?”

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

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

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

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

“Our baby will have wings,” Castiel repeated.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mar 5

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

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

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

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

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

“Hmm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well…” Dean teased. “There’s this.”

He began planting kisses down your neck.

“Any other ideas?” you gasped out.

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

You sighed in pleasure.

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

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Mar 4

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

Anonymous

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

Anyway, I hope this was worth the wait!

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

“Shh! My show is on!”

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

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

“What’s it -” Sam began.

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

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

“Well, what’s the show about?”

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

You sighed happily as Stiles appeared on the screen.

“What was that for?” Sam asked.

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

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

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

“Alright, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sam still hadn’t looked back up.

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

He raised his head.

“Are you jealous?” you asked softly.

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

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

A sheepish smile spread across Sam’s face.

“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” he asked.

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

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

Anonymous

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

Anyway, I hope it was worth the wait!

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

“Hey, Y/N,” he replied.

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

“I did.”

“Well?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

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

“So what? Two? Three?”

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

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

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

“Garth…”

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

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

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

“Garth! A little warning next time!”

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

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

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

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

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

In front of you stood Garth with two other men.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“1967.”

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

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

“Shouldn’t you guys prepare a bit?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

——

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh-what?” you stammered out.

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

“But you’ve just met me,” you said.

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” you breathed out.

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

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It’s official! This blog is one month old!

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

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

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

hi! okay so you are probably the best imagines writer I have come across!

Anonymous

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

Could you pleaaaassse do a cute imagine where you teach Cas how to kiss and yeah and it turns out all fluffy and adorable!! xoxo

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

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

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

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

“I don’t understand,” Cas said.

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

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

“What about it?” you asked in confusion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Was that satisfactory?” he inquired.

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

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

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Why did you want to know about kissing?”

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

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

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

“Wh-what?” you asked shakily.

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

“Cas,” you cut him off.

“Yes?”

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

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

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

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Feb 9

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

Anonymous

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Feb 2

Just wanted to say you're a really good writer :)

Anonymous

Thank you so much! This made my day.

Feb 2

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

Anonymous

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

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“Hello?” you said into the phone.

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

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

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

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

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

“So he’s okay then?” you questioned.

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

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

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

“Hey,” you greeted him.

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

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

“Y/N?” Sam asked in a weak voice.

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

“Are you here to take care of me?”

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

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

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

You bit your lip. That did not sound good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N?”

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

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

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

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

“I love you too, Sammy.”

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