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Could you write an imagine where the guys are in a hunt with the reader and they have to help the ghostfacers ? And they keepfilrting with the reader but dean become jaleaous because she's his girlfriend ? Thanks !!!

Anonymous

Hi! Thanks for requesting an imagine. I hope this is what you were after!

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You, Sam and Dean had just arrived at your latest job and were unloading gear from the Impala.

“Ah, crap,” you heard Dean, your boyfriend, mutter.

“What’s up?” you asked him.

“Over there,” he replied, nodding in the direction of the drive leading up to the house. Looking over, you saw a van pulling up.

“Ghostfacers?” you asked in confusion, reading the lettering on the side of the van.

“It’s this bunch of amateur ‘ghost hunters’,” Sam explained. “They film all their so called hunts and are trying to get a TV series out of it.”

“How do you know them?” you asked.

“We first ran into the two main guys, Harry and Ed, whilst investigating a haunted house. Although at the time all they did was run a paranormal website. Then we ran into them a while later at another haunted house. That time, they had the whole crew with them.”

“Are they any good?” you asked.

Sam burst out laughing.

“What?” you questioned him.

“I once told them to form a circle with salt from my duffel bag and get in it and they thought I was telling them to get into the bag,” Dean told you.

You couldn’t help yourself. You burst out laughing as well.

At this point, the Ghostfacers had started piling out of the van.

“It’s the Winchester douchebags,” you overheard one of them complaining as they noticed the Impala.

“You know what? I think I’m gonna go check out the house before those idiots mess things up,” Dean told you and Sam. “Try to keep them out of the way.”

He leaned over to press a kiss to your temple before walking off to investigate.

“Greetings, Winchester.” You looked up to see that the Ghostfacers had made their way over to you.

“Hi,” Sam replied with a strained smile.

“Who is this?” one of the Ghostfacers asked, his eyes trained on you.

“This is Y/N,” Sam introduced you. You nodded at them in acknowledgement.

“Y/N, this is Ed,” Sam gestured towards the one who had been checking you out. “Harry,” he told you, pointing towards the man beside Ed. “And those two are Maggie and Kenny,” he finished off.

“Hey,” you said to them, getting a few murmured greetings in response.

Ed turned to the rest of his group. “Why don’t you guys get the rest of the equipment from the van while I talk to these two?”

They headed off, leaving you and Sam alone with Ed.

“Did it hurt?” Ed asked, looking straight at you.

“This?” you queried, pointing at a scrape on your arm, figuring that it must be what he was referring to.

“No, I’m talking about when you fell from Heaven. Did it hurt?” he repeated.

By now you were thoroughly confused. Did he know something about the angels? Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Sam looked as if he were about to explode from trying to keep in his laughter.

“It’s just that you look like an angel,” Ed continued. Realisation dawned on you. The Ghostfacer was hitting on you.

“Um,” you replied, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

“You know,” Ed rushed on. “We’re like, this close to making it big in Hollywood.”

“Is that so?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

He nodded emphatically. “Oh definitely. And between you and me,” he added, leaning in towards you, “I reckon there’s gonna be a bunch of girls fighting over me. But I could always reserve a place for you, if you wanted.”

“I think that’s enough,” Dean said, coming over to wrap a protective arm around you. You hadn’t noticed him leave the house but you were grateful that he had showed up. Ed was starting to make you a bit uncomfortable and even though you could take care of yourself, it was nice to know that your boyfriend had your back.

“Y/N, could I speak with you for a minute?” Dean asked.

“Sure,” you replied, allowing him to pull you off to the side. “What’s up?”

“I don’t like the way he was looking at you,” Dean said.

“You jealous or something?” you asked with a laugh. However, it died off pretty quickly when you noticed that he was avoiding eye contact.

“You are jealous!” you said in amazement.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked. You frowned at him in confusion.

“Care to explain?”

“It’s just, guys like that have normal lives. You could settle down with them, get a 9 'til 5 kind of job. Ed probably isn’t the best example of normal, but still. I mean, what have I got to offer you? A bunch of crappy motels?”

“Dean, listen to me,” you said, grabbing his face and turning him to look at you. “You have nothing to worry about with him. He tried to pick me up by asking if I got hurt in the fall because I looked like an angel.” This earned a small smile from Dean.

“Besides,” you continued, “I don’t want a normal life. I don’t want a 9 'til 5 job. I picked you, Dean, and that includes everything about you. I don’t care that instead of a picket fence we’ve got a neon motel sign. I love you, and that’s all that matters to me.”

Dean looked down at you. “Really?” he asked.

“Really,” you confirmed.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it! As usual, my ask box is open for requests and feedback. And please don’t repost without giving credit!

Just curious, are you a Sam girl or a Dean girl?

Anonymous

I’m a Winchester girl. I love them both too much to choose!

sam imagine where the reader has an eating disorder and he finds out, he's angry and starts yelling at first but when he calms down it's fluffy? then maybe a time lapse to when she's recovered? (if you're comfortable with that)

Anonymous

Hi! Thanks for your request. Personally, I’ve never dealt with an eating disorder so I’m not entirely sure that I got that part of it right, but I did try my best! I hope you like it.

TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER, MILD VERBAL ABUSE OF THE READER.

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, ran your fingers along your bare ribcage. It wasn’t enough. It was never, ever enough. No matter how many times you purged or starved yourself, it was never enough.

You knew what people thought when they looked at you. You could see the judgement in their eyes. Fat. You were fat and nothing was going to change it.

You hated your body, hated the way it looked. Mirrors were your greatest enemy. But tonight, as you were getting changed, you couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of your reflection.

Your stomach bulged, your arms were flabby and your thighs were like tree stumps. Fat. That’s all you were.

Suddenly, the door banged open, causing you to jump and spin around, only to find Sam standing in the doorway.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise you were in- What the hell?” he exclaimed, his eyes focusing on your exposed torso.

“Get out, Sam!” you yelled at him, grabbing a blanket from the bed to cover yourself.

“No! I’m not leaving until you tell me what the hell is going on, Y/N!”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied.

“What I mean,” Sam responded, taking a step towards you, “Is that you look like something we might dig up to salt and burn.”

“Sam-” you began, only to be cut off.

“Damn it, Y/N! What’s wrong with you? Dean and I bust our arses trying to protect you! We risk our lives for you. And clearly, that is a total waste of time, considering that your problem is not monsters, but yourself!” he yelled at you.

You didn’t know how to respond. You stood in the centre of the room, taking in shallow breaths and fighting the tears you knew were going to spill at any moment.

Noticing this, Sam crossed the room to stand beside you.

“Oh God, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he said, trying to wrap his arms around you.

“Don’t touch me!” you choked out, shoving his arms aside.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean that. I just can’t stand seeing you like this. You’re so beautiful and I just can’t stand the thought of you destroying yourself because you can’t see that.”

You looked up at him and saw guilt and pain on his face.

“You’re lying,” you whispered. “I’m not beautiful. I’m ugly and I’m fat. I’m like a freaking elephant!”

“No, you’re not,” Sam said softly. He reached out and steered you gently in front of the mirror.

“Look at yourself,” he told you. “Take a good look at yourself and tell me that there is not one thing beautiful about you.”

“There’s not one thing beautiful about me,” you stated, glancing at your reflection.

“Look harder.”

You did. You kept looking, even if just to appease Sam.

“Fine,” you finally said. “My eyes. I like my eyes, okay? Now are we done here?”

“Not yet,” Sam told you, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you. “There’s something that I think you need to hear first.”

“What?” you sighed.

“You’re right about one thing. Your eyes are beautiful. They’re one of my favourite things about you. And I’d hate to see those eyes stop shining because you think that nothing else about you is beautiful,” he answered, reaching up to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“I’m still fat, though,” you replied.

“You’re not, Y/N. In fact, you’re the opposite. This isn’t healthy. Starving yourself or purging or whatever it is that you do is not the answer. You need to stop this,” Sam said.

“I’m scared, Sam,” you whispered.

“I know you are,” he replied. “But I’m gonna help you through this. You won’t have to do this alone,” he continued, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “I promise.”

*Six Months Later*

“Here you go,” Sam said, handing you a burger he’d picked up on the way back to the motel.

“Thanks,” you responded, grinning up at him.

The past few months had been rough for you, but once you’d seen that your eating habits were unhealthy, you’d started making changes. It wasn’t easy, and even now, there were still days where you would only pick at your food. But each time this happened, Sam walked you over to the nearest mirror and had you say three things you liked about your body.

Gradually, it worked. You were back to a much healthier weight and even though you hadn’t fully recovered yet, Sam was always there to help you through. You weren’t in this alone, just as he had promised.

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Thank you for reading! And for anyone reading this who feels the way that the reader in the story does, you’re beautiful. And there are people out there to help you. My ask box is always open if you need it.

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Hi! Could I have a Dean Winchester imagine, please? Where Dean meets me (a hunter)? That would be really cool, thanks. :)

Anonymous

Hi! Thanks for your request. Here is your imagine. I hope you like it!

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You were sitting at the bar, exhausted. You had just driven over 6 hours to deal with a seriously evil spirit, only to find that the case had already been dealt with by the time you got there.

You took another swig of your drink and heard the door to the bar opening. You turned around and saw two men walking in. They were both pretty good looking but you found your eyes drawn to the shorter of the two, who looked slightly older.

Turning back to the counter, you overheard part of their conversation.

“I thought for a minute there we wouldn’t be able to finish that one off,” one of the men said.

“Are you kidding me, Sammy?” the other replied. “That spirit was nothing compared to some of the sons of bitches we’ve taken down in the past. We totally had it covered.”

At that point, the conversation cut off and a minute later, you found out why. The shorter of the two, the one you’d just been checking out, had sat down beside you.

“Hey. I’m Dean,” he said with a cocky grin.

“Y/N,” you replied. “So you’re the one who stole my case.”

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

“Don’t play dumb. I heard you and your friend over there talking about it,” you told him with a nod in the direction of the taller man.

Dean followed your gaze. “That’s my brother, Sam. So I take it you’re a hunter then, huh?”

“I am,” you answered. “I’m also kinda pissed because somebody took my case.”

“What makes it your case?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Let’s see,” you replied. “I’ve been doing a lot of research into the history of this town, looking at past hauntings and stuff. Then I find a recent article about some suspicious deaths, so I drive 6 hours to get here, on very little sleep I might add. But when I arrive, I find that there’s nothing left for me to deal with. So you can see why I might’ve been a bit possessive over this case,” you finished.

“Well, Y/N, my brother and I are very sorry about that,” Dean told you.

“Really?” you questioned, doubt evident in your voice.

“We’re deeply regretful,” he answered with mock sincerity. “But maybe I could make it up to you,” he continued, leaning in towards you with a flirty grin.

“And how do you suppose you’ll do that?” you asked him, meeting his flirtation with some flirting of your own.

“I can think of a few things,” he told you with a heart-stopping smirk. “How ‘bout I start by buying you a drink?”

“That could work,” you replied, settling in for what you could tell would be a good evening.

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Thank you for reading! If you have any feedback, that’d be appreciated. Also, my ask box is open if you have any requests!

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Hey! I'm the one who requested the demon blood imagine. I just wanted to say thanks and that I thoroughly enjoyed reading your work!! :)

Anonymous

I’m so glad you enjoyed it! And thanks for being my first request!

Anonymous asked: Can you do an imagine where Sam finds out the reader has been drinking demon blood and wants to help you, but Dean just wants to treat her like any other monster? And maybe Sam sticks up for her I dunno.

Hi! Thanks so much for your request! This is my first fanfiction ever, so I’m a bit nervous about how it turned out. But it’s the thought that counts, right? Anyway, I hope you like it!

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You sat bolt upright in bed, your heart pounding in your chest and blood rushing in your ears. You glanced around at the motel room that you were sharing with Sam and Dean and noticed that both were still asleep. Very quietly, you slipped on your shoes, grabbed a coat and went outside to get some fresh air.

You’d been hunting with the boys for around six months now and you knew that nightmares were part of the deal. Most of the time you could shrug them off but this one just kept coming back.

You remembered the attack all too well. The demon sliding the knife across your skin, throwing you around the room. And then she’d decided to have a bit of fun and drip some of her blood in your mouth. You’d coughed and gagged to try to bring it back up. At that point, she’d decided that you weren’t worth it anymore and she had positioned the knife above your heart. If Sam and Dean had arrived a minute later, you’d have been six feet under by now.

Each time you had that nightmare, there was one part that stuck out more vividly than the rest. It was her blood, slowly trickling down your throat. You’d ignored it for the first few nights but soon you couldn’t get it out of your head.

You thought you were fine until you’d been on a solo hunt, your first since the incident with the demon blood. You’d just finished off the demon and were wiping your hand across your mouth to clear away some dirt when you tasted it. Blood from that evil son of a bitch.

And it tasted…good.

You kept trying to forget about it but each time you were alone with a demon, you had a little bit more. It was shameful how dependent you’d become on this. It was wrong! But you couldn’t help yourself, no matter how hard you tried.

While you’d been outside thinking, a gnawing feeling in your stomach had been growing stronger and stronger. You were hungry, but not for food. You went back inside the room, knowing that you couldn’t let yourself give in to this addiction.

You rifled through all the cupboards and the fridge, looking for anything remotely edible to distract yourself from the persistent hunger.

Once you had sat down and begun to eat, you heard movement from one of the beds and looked up to see that you’d woken Dean.

“Having are little midnight snack, are we?” he asked. He sat up slowly and as he took in the food piled on the table around you, he let out a low whistle.

“Damn, Y/N, what’s all this? You got cravings or something?” he joked.

“Something like that,” you muttered before you could stop yourself.

Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “What?” he asked. “You aren’t…you’re not pregnant are you?” he asked warily.

“Not that kind of craving,” you replied with a sad smile.

“Well then, what is it, Y/N?”

You bit your lip. You knew you couldn’t hide this forever and besides, Dean was your friend. You could trust him, right?

“You remember a couple of months back when you guys saved me from that demon?” you asked.

“Yeah. You were pretty beat up. But what’s that got to do with anything?” he asked in confusion.

“Well…before you got there, she was torturing me, and apparently she decided that the conventional methods weren’t interesting enough, because she gave me some of her blood,” you told him, avoiding eye contact.

“What are saying?” Dean asked as he got up and started moving towards you.

“What I’m saying is that after that, I -I…I tried to stop, Dean! I really did! But I just can’t help it!” you exclaimed.

“Help what?” Dean asked in exasperation.

“I’m addicted, Dean,” you whispered. “I’m addicted to demon blood.”

Dean was yelling now. “You’re what? How could you let something like that happen?”

“What’s going on?” came a groggy voice from across the room. Sam. It’s a wonder he hadn’t woken up earlier.

“Y/N here has gone and decided to get herself addicted to demon blood,” he told Sam, never turning his glare away from your face.

“What?” Sam asked in disbelief. This was not going the way you’d planned.

“I tried so hard to stop,” you told them, your voice shaking with the effort of holding back tears. “It’s so hard though! I’ve had so many nightmares about the attack and I just can’t get it out of my head! And then the second time I tried some blood, it was an accident! I just can’t stop but I want to so much. I hate it! I just want it over!” At this point, you didn’t even bother trying to stop the tears that were making tracks down your face.

“Yeah, well maybe you should’ve thought about all that before you decided to munch on some hell spawn!” Dean yelled at you.

“Dean, stop!” Sam exclaimed in shock.

“No, Sam, I’m not gonna stop. What she’s doing is wrong! It’s unnatural. We need to do something about it!”

“I agree with you, Dean,” Sam responded. You froze. Up until that point, you’d been sure that Sam would be on your side. “We do need to do something about it. We need to help her. We’ve all screwed up, Dean. We’ve all made mistakes. You and I both know that sometimes, shit happens. But you yelling at Y/N isn’t going to help!” he continued.

Now Sam turned around and walked over so that he was sitting in the chair beside you.

“Look, Y/N, this sucks. I know. But you’re not going to have to go through this alone. I’m going to help you and I’m sure Dean will as well once he stops acting like such a dick.”

He tilted your head up so that you were forced to look at him. Through your tears, you gave him a tentative smile, which he returned with a much more reassuring one of his own.

“We’re going to get through this, Y/N. Together.”

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So there it is! My first imagine. I hope you guys liked it! And if you have any requests, my ask box is open! Also, please don’t post this anywhere without giving me credit.

Thanks for reading!

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