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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.

Anonymous

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!

Anonymous

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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Jul 9

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

Anonymous

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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Jul 8

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

Anonymous

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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Jul 7

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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Jul 5

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!

Anonymous

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!

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“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.”

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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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Jul 3

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.

Anonymous

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.

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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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Question Post

rule #1 always post the rules.
rule#2 answer the questions the person who tagged you asked, then write 11 new ones.
rule #3 tag 11 people then link them in the post.
rule #4 tell them you tagged them
rule #5 tell the person that tagged you that you’ve answered the questions….
(if you don’t feel comfortable answering that’s totally fine don’t feel pressured.)
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Okay, so I was tagged in this by cryingandlaughing

1. Favorite band? And or favorite singer?

I am ADDICTED to Arctic Monkeys at the moment. And I love Taylor Swift too.

2. write or addicted to reading fan fiction?

Well, this is a fanfiction blog so clearly I write it, but I love reading it too.

3. One thing you could go back and change?(besides birth)

When I was 10, I found out that I’d gone blind in my right eye, and that would probably be the thing about my life that I would change. But then again, life is a domino effect. And a lot of things that happened to me happened because of that. So I probably wouldn’t change it, just because I wouldn’t be the same person I am now if I hadn’t gone through that.

4. current TV series you’re watching ??

As in something I’m in the middle of? Well, I’m towards the end of On e Upon A Time at the moment, and I recently started Teen Wolf. And I’m sort of watching Vampire Diaries, but I haven’t watched it in ages. And then there’s heaps of other shows which I’m up to date with.

5.psp xBox wii PC or none??

I’d probably say Wii, but I don’t really use much of that stuff anyway.

6.pancakes or waffles?

Pancakes.

7. iPhone or droid?

I don’t know. I have an android phone, but I also love my iPod Touch and iPad. But my android has a better battery life than my Mum’s iPhone, so I’m probably gonna go with that. As long as I can still have my other Apple devices.

8.favorite book

The Harry Potter series. And Deathly Hallows is my favourite out of those. But as a stand alone? I love the Perks of Being A Wallflower. And a thousand other things. I just love books.

9.any pets? Brothers or sisters?

We used to have a dog and a bird, but they both died. And I have 2 ferrets at the moment. I also have a brother.

10.do u cut the tags off your clothes? 
(The ones on the inside sewn in)

Not the tags, but I cut the little ribbon things that you’re supposed to hang them up with. You know the ones I mean?

11. Do use your phone while using toilet? XD

No.

And seeing as I don’t know who to tag, I’m going to break the rules (rebel. I know) and leave these questions for any of you to answer if you want.

1. Have you ever written yourself into the plot of a book/series? If so, who?

2. Have you ever been in a play?

3. A character you relate to? It can be from anything.

4. If you’re a Potterhead, have you ever made an Unbreakable Vow with someone instead of just promising?

5. How sacred do you consider a pinky promise to be?

6. Do you regret signing up for Tumblr?

7. Facebook - yay or nay?

8. Would you rather spend the day with Umbridge or Metatron?

9. What’s the weather like today?

10. 1 + 1 = ?

11. How much wood can a wood chuck chuck if a wood chuck chucked all day?

If you decide to answer any of these, send me the link in the fan mail box. I’d love to see what you say!

Could you do a Cas imagine please? I couldn't find any Castiel ones!

Anonymous

Hi. I wasn’t sure what you were after, so I hope this is alright!

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It was the sound of pacing footsteps that woke you, pulling you out from the depths of sleep. Pushing the covers away, you squinted into the centre of the motel room, blinking the sleep from your eyes. “Cas?” you muttered groggily, attempting to prop yourself up on your elbows. Immediately, Castiel stopped his laps of the room and turned to look at you.

“Y/N. I hope I did not wake you. I am truly sorry if I have done so,” he apologised, a guilty look on his face.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you replied, running a hand over your face. You figured you wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep now, so you might as well talk to him. “What’s up?”

“What makes you suspect something is wrong?”

“Well,” you began, “you’ve practically worn away the carpet with all that pacing. People don’t generally do that unless something’s wrong. So spill,” you finished, sitting up properly now and patting the bed beside you. Cas warily eyed the spot you had indicated, before perching himself uneasily on the edge of your bed.

“It’s just…with this fading grace, none of you are going to need me anymore. I don’t know what use I’ll be. With anything,” he told you, his gaze directed at the faded patterns covering the motel floor.

“Cas,” you said, gently placing your hand on his arm, “What are you talking about? We’re a team. You, me, Sam and Dean. Team Free Will. Of course we need you! You’re amazing. And honestly? We probably wouldn’t be here anymore if it wasn’t for you.”

“That’s the thing,” Cas said heavily, finally turning to look at you. “Everything I’ve ever done has been because of my powers, the powers that come with being an angel. With my grace gone…I’ll be left with nothing. I’ll be nothing.”

In that moment, he looked so distressed, so hopeless, and you could feel your heart aching for him. You thought back over everything he’d done for the three of you - raising Dean from Hell, healing you all on multiple occasions, giving you insider information on the angels’ plans. All of those things had only been possible because of his grace. But then you thought of other things, things that had nothing to do with him being an angel, and everything to do with him being Cas.

“Listen to me, Cas,” you said firmly. “You will never be nothing to us. You know why? Because your powers aren’t the only reason we keep you around.” Cas looked doubtful, so you continued. “You want to know why we care about you? Because you’re loyal, and kind and protective. On so many occasions, you’ve given up everything for us. You’re a good person, and you do everything you can to rectify the mistakes you make. And all of those things are why you’ll never be nothing. Because you’re incredible.”

Cas was gazing at you with a mix of gratitude and amazement, as well as a heavy dose of compassion. It was then that you realised that Cas had probably never been told anything like that before. He was always Castiel, a warrior, an angel of the Lord, someone expected to have immense power. But here you were, telling him that it’s okay for him to just be Cas, a sweet and caring guy. And because of it, he was looking at you like you’d given him the world.

“Y/N,” he choked out, reaching for your hand and clasping it tightly, “You have no idea how much those words mean to me. I am…very privileged to have the three of you in my life.” Your face softened into a smile, and you looked back at him fondly.

“We love you too, Cas. But if you ever wake me up early again,” you warned, “I will kick your arse.”

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Thanks for reading! I know I keep saying it, but I’m going to get back into regular updates. I only have one week left of term two, and then I have two weeks off. So I should clear out my inbox then. And I’m really sorry if you’ve been waiting on a request!

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I love your writing and I was wondering if I could have one with Dean and the reader is caught on a hunt? Thanks :)

Anonymous

Hi. I hope this was what you meant! And sorry I didn’t post this earlier. It’s just Saturday night, I was out all day and Supanova and then I went to a party, so I didn’t get home until 11:15pm. And then yesterday, I had homework, and then I finished Faking It, started Teen Wolf and watched more Once Upon A Time. But I mean it this time! I’m going to go back to my regular updates again!

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You sat on the edge of the footpath, shivering under the blanket that the paramedics had given you for shock. The edges of the blanket were clutched tightly in your hands, pulled tightly together underneath your chin. When the emergency services had arrived, you’d told them all about the attack, how the creature had leapt forward, pinning the man down under its weight. How the man had gone limp, his face turning pale as the blood made its way from his body. How you’d been standing on the other side of the road, waiting for the bus when you saw it happen.

But that was only the half of it. The one thing you hadn’t mentioned, which you couldn’t even make sense of yourself, was the fact that the creature you had mentioned wasn’t really a creature at all. It was a woman.

She’d emerged from the trees lining the road, her eyes fixed on the man. She hadn’t even noticed you watching as she lunged forward, her teeth extending out from her mouth, burying themselves in the man’s neck.

If you were living between the pages of a book, you knew that this would be the part where the protagonist is introduced to the world of the supernatural, when they see this attack and demand answers. The part where they find out that vampires are real.

But this wasn’t a book. The movies are fiction. None of this was real - you must’ve just imagined the whole thing. And yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this had just looked so real. And try as you might, you couldn’t come up with any other plausible explanation for what you’d just seen.

“Hey.” You looked up, finding two men in suits approaching you. “I’m Agent Angus. This is my partner, Agent Young. We’re with the FBI.”

“Really? The FBI are involved? Wow. I didn’t realise that you guys investigated this sort of thing,” you said, glancing between the two men.

“Well, we were passing through and thought we’d better check it out,” the shorter of the two explained.

“I heard that you were on the other side of the road when the attack took place,” the taller agent said. “Could you tell us what you saw? Any details you can provide will be really helpful.”

You froze under their watchful stares. How the hell were you supposed to tell them what had just happened without being written off as crazy? And it wasn’t like these were small town cops - they were the FBI. “I…um-I didn’t really see much,” you lied. “I heard a scream so I looked up and I just saw him lying there with blood smeared everywhere.”

“Did you see what attacked the man?” the taller man asked patiently.

“No, I didn’t,” you replied, avoiding their eyes. In your peripheral vision, you could see them turn to look at one another, and the shorter man muttered something to the taller man, who nodded and walked off.

“Hey,” the remaining FBI agent said, crouching down in front of you. “My name’s Dean, and I can tell you that whatever you saw, whatever you think happened, I’m not gonna think you’re crazy.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” you questioned shakily.

“Look,” Dean began, “I have seen a lot of weird crap in my time. And trust me, nothing about this attack seems normal. And whatever killed that guy, it’s going to be very dangerous, and a lot more people could end up like him,” he said, nodding towards the sheet-covered stretcher that the paramedics were carting off. “Please. Tell me.”

You don’t know what it was. Maybe it was the pleading tone in his voice, or the fact that he acknowledged that the attack you’d just witnessed was far from ordinary. But whatever it was, you felt safe around him, so you decided to trust him. “I was just standing there, waiting for the bus to come and this…this woman just lunged at the man, and-and she just pinned him underneath her body and it was like she drank his blood or something and I know that makes no sense but that’s what I saw.” Throughout your recount, you’d gradually gotten more and more worked up, to the point where you couldn’t say anymore because your throat had closed up.

“It’s okay,” Dean told you, shifting so that he sat on the curb beside you, rubbing a soothing hand in circles on your back. “What you saw? That was a vampire. My brother and I…we hunt that kind of thing. Stop them hurting people. And I know that it seems overwhelming right now, but everything’s going to work out alright. Sam and I are going to kill this thing, and then you can forget all about it and go back to living your life.”

“What did you mean by ‘that kind of thing?’” you hiccuped, wiping your eyes with the hem of your sleeve.

“Huh?”

“You said 'that kind of thing,’” you explained. “That would imply that there are other things like that out there. What are they?”

“Uh, well…” Dean started, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “There are werewolves, wendigoes, demons, angels -”

“Hang on,” you interrupted incredulously. “You hunt angels?”

“Believe it or not, they aren’t all as great as they’re cracked up to be,” Dean replied frankly.

“So tell me more about them, then. Because you sound like you’re crazy, but what I saw before was crazier, so I can’t really judge.”

“Now really isn’t the best time…” Dean said.

“Oh. Right. Sorry, I’m being stupid. I’m sure you and your brother are really busy.” You lowered your gaze, trying to hide your embarrassment from him. Of course he wasn’t going to sit around explaining his life to you. Why would you ever think otherwise?

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he hastily assured you. “It’s just that Sam and I have to sort this out. But maybe…tonight we could…go out somewhere? And I’ll explain it to you over drinks?” he asked nervously.

“Like a date?” you asked shyly.

“Well, if you wanted it to be,” Dean replied.

You smiled, the first time you had done so since witnessing the attack. “I think I’d like that.”

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