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Hi, this isn’t an update (although I’m halfway through an imagine which I’ll hopefully post tomorrow) but I just have to say this.

It’s my birthday!!!!!!!

AND it’s Friday the 13th. So tonight, we went on this Ghost Tour at this old place nearby which is supposedly haunted. I know, I know, that sounds like the first five minutes of Supernatural, but it was AWESOME. Even if I was freaking out the idea time (I swear I heard noises). It was also really interesting to hear about the history of the house.

Anyway, sorry for the non-update, but I just wanted to talk about that because it’s a supernatural experience, and this is a Supernatural page.

Bye!

can you do one where Garth thinks that reader (dean's girlfriend) is really pretty, so he tries to chat her up and things without knowing that he's flirting with dean's girlfriend. and dean gets jealous and possessive and its really really fluffy. (not smut haha ^-^)

Anonymous

Hi. I’m so sorry that I took forever to write this! I honestly starting writing it last night, but I didn’t get to finish it because some IDIOT in my geography class decided that it was beneath him to do his section of a group assignment so I had to finish it all at the least minute and I didn’t have time to finish this. But I hope you guys like it!

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You circled the block for the third time, and you could sense the frustration radiating in waves out from Dean, your boyfriend. The three of you had come out to this little suburban neighbourhood after Sam had read of a few strange happenings in an online newspaper article. But now that you had driven out here, it seemed as though another death had taken place and as a result, Dean couldn’t find anywhere to park Baby amongst all the police cars and curious neighbours.

“Damn it,” Dean muttered under his breath, hitting the steering wheel with the palm of his right hand.

“Just go park further down,” Sam advised. “Y/N and I can get out here and we’ll wait for you.”

“Yeah, I think we’re gonna have to do that,” Dean answered, a scowl on his face as he slowed down to let you out. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Alright,” you answered, opening up the door of the backseat. Just before you stepped out, you turned back to face Dean. “Hey, it doesn’t matter. Soon enough, this case will be sorted out and we can go back home, where you won’t have to worry about having no parking spaces.”

Dean’s expression softened as he returned your smile. “I know. I guess I’m just kind of pissed that all these people are going to get in the way of our investigation.”

As Dean drove off to park the Impala, you looked around at the people assembled outside the crime scene tape surrounding the house. “Oh, God,” you moaned. “They’ve already called in a real detective. We’re going to have to do some serious damage control.” You nodded your head towards a skinny guy who looked out of place in a suit.

“Hang on a minute,” Sam began. “Is that…Garth?” At the sound of Sam’s voice, the skinny guy turned around, his face breaking in a grin as he saw Sam.

“Sam! Long time no see!” he exclaimed, pulling Sam into a bear hug. Sam awkwardly reached up to pat Garth on the back while you looked on in amusement. Sam did give out hugs, but this guy was much more enthusiast about the whole institution than anyone you’d ever met before.

“Um, Garth, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Garth, an old hunting buddy of ours,” Sam said once Garth had pulled away.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said politely, offering a hand which Garth eagerly shook.

“I’m just going to go talk to some of the witnesses,” Sam told you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You and Garth wait here for Dean, alright?” You nodded in response, turning back to Garth as Sam disappeared into the crowd.

“You know,” Garth began, “you’re really pretty.”

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, a faint blush gracing your cheeks.

“It must hurt,” he said.

“I-what?” You were baffled at his choice of words.

“I mean when you fell from Heaven. Because you’re an angel. I mean, you’re so pretty that you look like an angel…I’m not doing a very good job of this, am I?” He looked so innocent in that moment that you felt your heart melt a little.

“Garth, it was very sweet. But I’m not interested. Sorry. I’m actually in a relationship with -”

“Me,” Dean’s cold voice cut in. You looked up as a placed a protective arm around you, clearly back from parking Baby. “So no, she definitely isn’t interested.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Garth gushed, almost tripping over himself in an attempt to apologise. “I didn’t mean to offend either of you. I didn’t realise. But I’m really sorry -”

“Garth,” you interrupted. “It’s fine. You didn’t know. But would you mind just excusing the two of us for a minute?” Garth nodded, visibly relieved at being pardoned. You pulled Dean by the arm, waiting until you were out of earshot of Garth before saying, “What the hell was that?”

“He was hitting on you!” Dean burst out in indignation.

“Yeah, I realise that,” you told him. “But it’s not like he’s some sleazy guy in a bar. Garth honestly seems like a really sweet guy.”

“That’s beside the point,” Dean retorted.

“Actually, you know what? I get it now,” you answered, suddenly realising what had gotten under your boyfriend’s skin. “This wasn’t about me, was it? This was about you. You were jealous.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he scoffed.

“I agree,” you replied. “But that doesn’t make my theory any less plausible. I just don’t get why you’re jealous. I mean, you and I? We’re tight. I really think there’s something between us that I’ve never felt with anyone else. So I honestly don’t get why you’re worried.”

Dean took a deep breath. “Y/N…it’s just…I keep thinking you’re going to wake up one morning and think, ‘Why am I even with this guy? Why aren’t I in a relationship without all this baggage and extra crap?’ And I worry that one day, you’ll act on those thoughts.” There was a slight tremor in his voice, and even though he was standing tall, you could detect a slight hunching of his shoulders, as though he was trying to fold in on himself as a form of protection.

You reached up, cupping the palms of your hands around his cheeks. “Hey,” you whispered, holding his face in place so he had to meet your eyes, “I’m not going anywhere. You know why?” He shook his head, a cue for you to continue. “Because I love you. And yeah, maybe some days we have to work harder at our relationship than others. But that’s what love is. You take all the crap, and baggage and stress and you keep going, because it’s worth it. You’re worth it, Dean. And don’t you ever, for one second, think otherwise.”

“I guess I don’t really have any reason to be jealous, then, huh?” he said, laughing nervously. You grinned, going up on tiptoes to place a light kiss on his lips.

“Now you’re getting it.”

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! Sorry for the lack of updates. But last night I had the geography thing, and on Saturday I saw TFIOS. It broke me. But it was incredible, a brilliant adaptation.

Anyway, please don’t repost without giving credit! And requests will HOPEFULLY be open again in a couple of weeks.

Jun 5

Can you write an imagine where you are hunting with the boys and you have to take a plane so you try to calm dean down when he panicks.

Hey! Sorry about the wait. And I get that this isn’t my best, but I just didn’t know how to finish it.

Just a reminder, MY REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED. Hopefully, I’ll have them open again within a couple of weeks. I’m just trying to work through them. But a lot of my assignments are done now, so I have more time.

I hope you like it!

~~~~~

“I still don’t see why we have to do this,” Dean muttered darkly, lugging his duffel bag along as you approached your boarding gate. You and Sam sighed, having had this conversation several times over the past few hours.

“Because,” you began, “there’s a serious case a few states over and the Impala needs servicing.” You raised your voice for the last part, trying to make yourself heard over the sound of the arrival and departure announcements coming through over the speakers. “Besides, the flight’s, like, four hours or something. That’s nothing.”

Dean cut you a look, shifting his bag to his other hand. “A lot can happen in four hours.”

“The odds of dying in a plane crash are 11 million to one or something!” you exclaimed. Dean ignored you and walked off to sit down in the area surrounding the gate, muttering something about ‘crappy luck’ and 'freaking planes.’ You turned to Sam, fixing him with an incredulous expression. “Is he for real?”

“He gets really freaked out on planes,” Sam explained with a shrug of his shoulders. You rolled your eyes.

“Typical,” you muttered. “The guy who could take down an entire army of monsters and demons singlehandedly gets scared by a lump of flying metal. Although it’s not as dumb as being scared of clowns, I suppose,” you added as an afterthought, ignoring Sam’s indignant look as you went to go sit beside Dean.

About an hour later, the three of you had boarded the plane, you and Dean sitting next to one another with Sam on the other side of the aisle, and the flight attendant was running you through the various safety procedures. When she mentioned that take off would be soon, you felt Dean tense beside you, his hand gripping the armrest so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

“I can’t do this,” he whispered in a strained voice, tugging his seatbelt away from his body, as though trying to give himself room to breathe. Turning towards him, you pulled his arms back down by his sides, rubbing circles across his skin.

“Hey,” you murmured. “Everything’s gonna be alright, Dean. You just need to breathe. Come on, with me now. Alright?” You slowed down your breathing, him joining in so that your breaths were synchronised. Slowly, his breathing became less shallow and fell into a regular rhythm. “Is that better?”

He nodded slightly, his frantic eyes meeting yours. “Y/N-” his voice cut off, a strangled sound escaping his throat.

“Hey,” you soothed. “You don’t need to say anything, Dean. It’s fine, okay? Everything’s going to be alright. If I have to, I will take over the running of this plane to make sure it doesn’t crash. You got that? You’re going to be just fine.”

Dean watched you, his eyes trained on your face so that he wouldn’t see the land becoming smaller outside the windows as you pulled away from the airport. After a while, his hands began to unclench from the armrests and some of the colour returned to his cheeks. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks,” he told you. He didn’t say what for, but he didn’t need to. You knew exactly what he meant. You smiled at him.

“Don’t mention it.”

~~~~~

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Jun 3

Can I have an imagine where the reader gets pregnant an it's Sam's baby and when she tells him Sam decides to quit the hunting life and wants this child to live a normal life. Thank you.

Anonymous

Hi. This isn’t my best because I haven’t written much lately. And I’m sorry about that, by the way. But I’ve had so many assessments lately. At least now, there’s only one left, but that’s all being done in class.

Also, I got City of Heavenly Fire, so I had to read that. I finished it two days ago. Does any one here like TMI? I thought the book was INCREDIBLE. Heartbreaking, but fantastic.

Anyway, I hope you like this imagine!

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You took a deep breath, feeling your fingernails dig into the palm of your hand as you clenched your fist around the object you were holding. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, but for all your nervousness, you couldn’t help but feel a slight pocket of excitement bubble up inside you.

Stepping into the library, you headed towards where Sam was hunched over a book of lore. “Sammy?” You hopped onto the desk beside his research, brushing a couple of papers aside to make room for yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” he asked, greeting you with a warm smile. “I’ll probably take a break in an hour or so. I think I’m onto something.”

“That’s great, Sammy,” you told him, trying to return his smile. He noticed your nerves, and reached out a hand, placing it on your knee to stop it from bouncing up and down.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he questioned, rubbing his thumb in circles against your leg to calm you. You looked into his concerned eyes. Instead of answering, you held your hand out, palm up, revealing what you held. A pregnancy text.

And it was positive.

He frowned at it for a moment, trying to place the item he was looking at. But you could tell the moment he realised what it was, because his head shot up to look at you, his eyes widening. “Are-are you…” He trailed off, surprise seemingly getting the better of him. You nodded, watching his face closely for a reaction.

Suddenly, he grabbed you in his arms, pulling you off the desk and swinging you around. “We’re going to have a baby!” he exclaimed, his face breaking into the biggest grin you’d ever seen on him.

“Hey!” you laughed. “Put me down! I’m getting dizzy!” Sam put you down immediately, reaching out to steady you.

“Are you okay? Is the baby okay?” he asked, starting to freak out.

“I’m fine, Sam!” You laughed again, amused by his reaction. For a man who gave monsters nightmares, he seemed to be unnecessarily scared about the whole baby situation. “You don’t have to worry about me. Sam?” He had turned away from you, and you doubted that he had even heard the last part of what you’d said. “What are you doing?” you demanded, watching as he slammed the leather bound book shut and starting packing papers away.

“I’m putting all this stuff away,” he answered, as if it should have been obvious.

“Why?” Sam pushed his hair out of his face, glancing back at you.

“Why else? I’m giving this up.”

“But Sam…this is your life.”

“No,” he stated firmly, “you’re my life. You, Dean and Cas. And now this baby. And I’m not going to risk anything happening to any of you.”

“But what about the other two? Won’t they want to keep hunting?” you asked, feeling stupid for asking so many questions. But at the same time, a part of you felt overjoyed. Sam was giving up his whole life just to be with you to start your family.

“They’ve always wanted a way out,” he explained. “Maybe this will be it. We can all get jobs. Hell, maybe I can even go back go law school,” he continued. “I just want this baby to live a normal life, one without rock salt and EMF and holy water. I want our baby to be safe.”

You pressed your hand against your mouth, a rush of gratitude and love welling up inside you, threatening to spill over. You flung your arms around him, pulling him tightly against you. “Thank you,” you whispered into his shirt. It wasn’t much, but there was no other way for you to explain just how much you loved him in that moment. His grip tightened around you, telling you he understood, and his breath tickled your ear as he whispered back, “You’re welcome.”

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Thanks for reading! I’ll probably get a lot more done now that my school stuff is out of the way. And thanks for sticking with me!

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Is it too late for me to request a Kevin fic that super fluffy? I know it isn't much, but I can't think of anything.

Anonymous

Hi. I’m so sorry for not posting for days! It’s just I was staying off tumblr because I only watched the Season 9 finale last night.

On another note, OMIGOSH!!!!!!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE THEY WENT THERE!!!!!!! That episode broke my heart and I’m so crushed and freaked out right now and I have no idea where they’re going to go in Season 10. But I did like the episode.

Anyway, back to the writing. I hope you like it. It’s my first Kevin!

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You frowned down at the creases in your shirt, thinking that next time you should iron it before putting it on, or at least hang it up instead of dumping it at the bottom of your closet. As you headed towards the bunker’s library, you could hear the scratching of a pen on paper, and the sound of a coffee cup being slammed down onto a desk.

Peeking around the corner, you saw Kevin slumped over the Angel Tablet, his hair a mess and his eyes bruised by the iron fist of exhaustion. You shook your head at him. “You’re already up?” you asked in disbelief, leaning against the door frame.

“Never went to sleep,” he muttered, not even glancing up at you. You inhaled a sharp breath, striding over to the desk where he sat immersed in his work. Noticing the dregs at the bottom of the mug, you asked, “How many refills of this have you had?”

“A lot,” he admitted.

“Jesus, Kevin! You know that isn’t good for you! And neither is staying awake all night, for that matter. When was the last time you actually slept?” He lowered his pen, frowning as he considered your question.

“Uh…I think I dozed off for about ten minutes at around 4am.” You gasped, taking the tablet away from him.

“That’s it. You’re having a break. Right now.”

“But I need to decode this!” he argued. “Sam and Dean need me!”

“You won’t be much good to them if you die from exhaustion!” you yell. Immediately, you regret your harsh tone. After all, he was just trying to do the right thing. “Look, Kevin,” you continued, softening your tone, “I get that you’re trying to save the world and all that. But you need to take care of yourself too. And right now, that needs to be your top priority.”

“But -”

“No buts,” you interrupted. “Now let’s get you to bed. You need sleep.” You looped your arm around him, pulling him against you to support him as you walked him away from the desk. “Wow. You must have had a hell of a lot of caffeine. I can feel your heart racing from here,” you commented.

“That isn’t the caffeine,” he murmured, his face flushing a shade darker. You turned away, laughing nervously and feeling your own face heat up in response.

“You’re only saying that because you haven’t slept in a while,” you muttered, picking at a lose thread at the hem of your shirt.

“I’d say it even if I’d just woken up from hibernation,” he answered, his voice clear and steady. You would’ve thought he was completely confident, if it weren’t for the fact that you looked up and saw that his eyes held uncertainty.

“Don’t mess with me,” you whispered, mirroring his nervousness. If this was some kind of twisted joke, it would be like he’d ripped your heart out. As if you were back at school, and one of the popular kids had told you that you looked nice, before laughing about it with their friends as though they’d just told the funniest joke in the history of language itself.

“Y/N,” he murmured, resting his hand against your cheek, “I would never mess with you like this. What I said was true. You make my heart race, more so than any amount of caffeine I’ve had before. Because you’re beautiful, and kind and just all round awesome. And that isn’t just the sleep deprivation talking. Trust me.”

You smiled, hearing the truth in his tone, and seeing it in his earnest expression. “You’re awesome, too. I’ve kind of always thought that.” Kevin smiled back, understanding what you were saying without you having to say it. “But you really should go to bed now. We can talk about this when you aren’t about to pass out.”

“It’ll be like waking up from a dream right into another.” You laughed.

“This isn’t going to work if you’re going to be cheesy about it,” you told him, to which he grinned. “Now come on. Let’s go.”

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! I noticed that when people ask for something fluffy, I tend to write romantic kind of stuff. Is that what you guys want? Because if not, feel free to let me know. I’d love to know what you think.

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Can you do a imagine were the reader tells Dean her true feelings for him as he is dying in her arms but then Cars saves him and it gets all fluffy. c: Love Your Work Btw!!!! Cx

Anonymous

Hi. Thank you! I’m sorry this took so long. The past few weeks have been quite busy. But I hope you like it!

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It was only supposed to be a routine hunt. Drive out to the nest, gank the vampires, return to the bunker. It was simple, standard. You, Sam and Dean had gone through this routine hundreds of times before, and this time was no different. Until it was.

It all happened so fast. One moment, the three of you were fighting, turning around and slashing at the vamps with blades. They had growled, their hisses filling the air. Sweat had been trickling down your back, but you had kept fighting, and you could see that Sam and Dean had been doing the same.

You had killed the last vampire, and turned around to grin at Sam and Dean, high off your success. And that’s when it happened. A final vampire, previously unseen, had leapt out, tearing a large chunk out of Dean’s neck. He fell, almost in slow motion. You blinked, but it didn’t go away. He was still falling, falling. Falling.

Sam beheaded the final vampire, but it was too late. The damage was done. And now Sam was crouched over Dean, holding a wad of fabric torn from his shirt against Dean’s wound. He looked to you for help, but you couldn’t focus on his words. Couldn’t focus on anything, not while your mind was trying to leap over this obstacle. This couldn’t be happening. Not to Dean.

You raced over to him, pulling his limp body into your arms and taking over Sam’s job of trying to staunch the bleeding. “Dean? Dean!” You shook him lightly, afraid of injuring him even further. He didn’t respond, and your heart rate sped up, fearing the worst. He couldn’t be gone, not when you hadn’t told him how you felt. But after a moment, his eyes fluttered open.

“Y/N?” His voice was weak, and you could hear a faint gargling noise as the words came out. As much as you hated to admit it, you knew he didn’t have much time left.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you whispered. “And Sammy’s here too.” Sam shifted so that he was in Dean’s line of sight and rested one hand on Dean’s arm, and the other on yours.

“Hey, we’re going to get you sorted out, okay? Everything’s going to be okay.” You could hear the crack in Sam’s voice, could see the pain etched into the lines on his face, the hopelessness weighing on his shoulders. He stood up and moved away. At first you thought he was trying to compose himself, but then you heard him muttering under his breath and realised he was praying to Cas. You looked down at Dean.

“You’ve just got to hang on, okay? Because Sam needs you and-and so do I. Dean…I love you,” you choked out. You gazed into his green eyes, the ones you loved so much. They were cloudy, unfocused, but clung to yours with every ounce of strength they had. You could see Dean fighting to respond, but he just couldn’t. He was too far gone. “Hey, it’s okay,” you comforted. But your voice broke as you said it, and as much as you had been trying to appear strong for him, you just couldn’t do it anymore. “Please don’t go,” you wailed. Tears raced down your cheeks, spattering Dean’s bloody shirt. You broke down right there, with him dying in your arms. Yet the whole time, Dean’s eyes stayed with yours, and you could see it was killing him to see you like this.

His eyes started to flutter shut and you screamed his name, urging him to stay awake for you, just for a little longer. You didn’t know why. If Cas hadn’t answered Sam by now, he wasn’t going to. But somehow, you just couldn’t let Dean go just yet.

Suddenly, you became aware of the beating sound of wings. At first, you couldn’t place the sound, but then a figure stepped into your peripheral vision. A figure wearing a tan trenchcoat over the top of a suit. Castiel stepped forward, placing his hand to Dean’s neck and healing him. You watched on in amazement as the wound began to close up and Dean’s shallow breathing got a little deeper.

You looked up at Cas. “Thank you,” you murmured. In all the time you’d known him, you’d never loved the angel as much as you did in that moment. Feeling Dean stir in your arms, you quickly shifted your gaze back to him. “Dean?”

“Y/N,” he murmured, gazing up at you with eyes that were no longer cloudy.

“Let’s give them a moment,” you heard Sam say to Castiel. You felt bad for a moment. Sam was Dean’s brother - he should be the one kneeling beside Dean. At the same time though, you felt grateful. Sam knew what had just passed between the two of you, and was giving you a moment between yourselves.

“You had me worried for a minute there, Winchester,” you joked, your laugh coming out shaky. He ignored your attempt at lightening the mood, instead fixing you with an intense stare.

“Did you mean it?” he asked. “What you said? Or were you just saying it because I was dying?” You looked at him, at the nervous twitch in his jaw, at the vulnerability in his eyes.

“I meant every word,” you replied. A grin spread across Dean’s face, causing him to wince slightly with the pain from his still-healing wound.

“Good thing,” he said. “Because I’m in love with you, too.”

~~~~~

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Hi! I’m so, so, so, so sorry this took so long to write! It’s just, at first, I didn’t realise what you meant, so I saved it in notes. And then when I did realise, I was working in something else but then I completely forgot about it! So yeah, I’m really sorry.

And also, I hope I was right in my interpretation of your request. But regardless, I hope you like it.

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Your foot kept up a rhythmic tapping against the legs of your chair as you flipped through a book of lore. With your head propped up by your hand, you blew out a puff of air, the words on the page blurring together before your eyes. Ever since Cas had gone, the fun had gone out of hunting. That’s not to say it was very much fun normally, but now there was nothing to joke about, no laughing and teasing as you researched. Purgatory had changed Dean, and meeting Amelia had changed Sam. And of course, losing Castiel, your boyfriend of several months, had changed you.

He was gone now, and you weren’t going to see him again. You weren’t going to see his smile, or feel his arms around you, or hear the beating of his wings as he appeared in the room, startling everyone by appearing right behind them. You wouldn’t get to see his confused squint again, or make it go away by explaining something.

“Y/N?” You looked up to find Dean hovering nervously over you, having come into your room from his own. A muscle twitched in his jaw, and he couldn’t meet your eyes. “I…I have something to tell you.”

“What’s up?” Even you could hear the dullness in your voice, could feel the absence of laughter. Dean glanced at you and you could see pity etched on his face, along with an immense sadness. You didn’t want him to feel sorry for you, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel nervous about whatever he was going to say. As a rule, none of you discussed the past year if you didn’t have to, so whatever Dean didn’t want to say was obviously important.

“Y/N, there’s something you need to know.” You nodded, irritated at his hesitancy. He needed to just say it and get it over with. Dean took a deep breath, before launching into speech. “Well…I’ve been seeing him. Cas, I mean. At first I thought that I was imagining it, but now…”

You sucked in a breath, almost forgetting to release it again. “You what? Are you saying you think he’s back?”

Dean shook his head. “More than think. I know.” You blinked, your eyebrows drawing together.

“But I thought you said he died when you tried to get out of Purgatory,” you said slowly, twisting to look up at him. “Dean,” you said in a warning tone when he didn’t respond. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“I lied, okay?” he exclaimed after a few moments of silence. You shot to your feet.

“What?” Your eyes searched his face, seeing the truth that lay there. “Why?” you whispered, your voice coming from far away. Cas. That was all you could think of.

“Because I didn’t want you to know the truth,” Dean answered.

“What truth? Dean, what’s going on?” you demanded. He looked at you sadly for a minute, almost as if he was trying to work out how to break his news to you.

“Y/N, Cas didn’t want to come back.” You sunk back down into your chair, grabbing onto the back of it, clutching it like a lifeline. It didn’t make sense. Cas, your Cas. He couldn’t have just left you. Dean must’ve made a mistake. Castiel would’ve done anything to make it back, to see you again. Your face must’ve broadcast each of these thoughts, because Dean continued. “I tried, Y/N. We were supposed to make it out together. But at the last minute…he let go.”

“No.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But it’s true,” Dean said gently. “But he’s here now. He’s just gone to get cleaned up.”

“Why didn’t he come to see me?”

“I don’t know,” Dean murmured.

“No,” you repeated, desperate carved into your chest. “He wouldn’t do this. He would’ve come straight back. He would’ve wanted to see me again.” Dean stayed silent, watching you with sorrow.

Something in you snapped, as if the thread tying your heart together had come undone. After thinking Cas was gone forever, you’d finally found out that you might get to see him again, only to find out that he apparently had a different agenda. “I need to get out of here.”

“Hey, hey. What are you doing?” Dean asked, reaching out to stop you as you grabbed your duffel bag and began shoving things into it.

“I need to get out, Dean. I need to think some things through.” You caught a glimpse of his worried expression, and your own face softened. “I’ll come back, Dean. And I’ll be careful. I promise. I just need a bit of time on my own. This is…it’s a lot to get my head around.” He nodded, dropping his hand to allow you to continue.

Around 10 minutes later, you were heading out the door. You paused for a moment with your hand on the doorframe, and you turned back to Dean. “Goodbye.” You walked away before he replied, wiping away the stray tears that had managed to escape. You just wished that your goodbye hadn’t sounded so final.

——

You’d been on your own for three days, staying in some crummy motel in a small town. Although you stood out amongst the locals, you figured no one would come looking for you here.

But then you heard the fluttering of wings and you spun around, grabbing your angel blade off the bed as you prepared to fight whoever it was who had come looking for you. But you realised that the eyes in front of you were not cold and calculating, rather they were a deep blue, the kind of blue you could get lost in. You took in the dark hair, the worn lines of the angel’s face. And finally - the trenchcoat. The blade dropped from your hands. “Castiel?”

“Y/N.” He took two steps towards you, pulling you tightly against him. Burying your head against his collarbone, you began to sob. Until now, you hadn’t realised how much grief you’d been carrying. But now that the relief was hitting you, you realised just how dark the past year had been for you.

“How?” It was a simple question, but all that was needed. You pulled away from him, drinking in every line of his face, tracing over the planes of his features with a delicate finger.

“I don’t know,” he replied. “But that’s not important. What matters is that I’m here, with you.” You let your hand fall away from his face, stepping back as if you’d been shocked. “What is it? Have I done something wrong?” he asked in concern.

You clenched your fist, holding back from slapping him. “Are you actually asking me that?” You laughed bitterly before continuing. “You know, I was so glad to see you again that I completely forgot what happened a few days back. You see, Dean came over to me and told me that not only did you choose to stay in Purgatory, but you also didn’t come over to see me when you got back. Instead, you went and took a shower.” Your voice dropped. “Cas, I’ve wanted to see you again for so long. I thought you were gone forever. Do you realise how much it killed me to find out that while I was overjoyed at the thought of having you back, you didn’t even want to say hi?”

“Y/N, it wasn’t like that,” Castiel insisted, reaching out for you.

You shrugged his arm off. “Then what was it like?” He dropped his gaze, shuffling his feet awkwardly.

“I did a lot of bad things before I went to Purgatory. I was the reason Dean and I were able to go there in the first place. I couldn’t face you after that. I couldn’t stand to see you look at me, knowing all the terrible things I caused. And I guess…I guess I stayed in Purgatory because I felt as though I deserved it, that I had to stay there as a penance of sorts.”

“Cas,” you murmured. When he didn’t look up, you tilted his head up so that he was looking straight at you. “Cas,” you repeated, a little firmer this time. “There is no mistake you can make that I won’t forgive you for. And that’s what this was - a mistake. Sure, it was a pretty big one,” you conceded, “but you’re still you. And I love you, mistakes and all.”

“Do you really mean that?” he asked hesitantly. You brushed a kiss against his lips.

“Yes, Cas. I really do.”

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! It’s not my best, because I misread something and then I had to rewrite part of it, and it’s getting late so I just wanted to post it. And I’m really sorry for the lack of updates lately. I had a geography test today and I have to learn two sets of lines, as well as work on several assignments. But I’ll hopefully write some more over the next few days.

AND DID YOU GUYS HEAR?? MISHA COLLINS IS CONFIRMED FOR SEASON 10!!!!!!

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May 8

could you write about the reader being in the shower or just getting done & be walking around the bunker in a towel and the boys walk in on you whilst running lotion on ? or you know something of that sort. :)

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Hi. Sorry for the wait! This definitely wasn’t one of my best works, but I think my description and imagery are getting a little better, at least.

I hope you like it!

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You stood beneath the shower head, the water running in rivulets down your skin. The steam was filling up the bathroom, rising up from your body. You hummed to yourself as you massaged the shampoo into your scalp, before rinsing your hair out and moving on to the conditioner.

When it had all been washed from your hair, you stuck out your hand to turn off the tap. The steady stream of water stopped and you stepped out of the shower, shivering at the sudden change in temperature. You grabbed the towel off the rack, rubbing it over yourself to dry off. When most of the droplets had disappeared from your skin, you wrapped it around you, tucking in the end so that it wouldn’t come undone.

“Damn,” you muttered, rummaging through the cabinets. You couldn’t find your lotion anywhere and you realised too late that you had run out just yesterday, and the new bottle you had bought was still sitting on the kitchen table with the rest of the shopping that was yet to be put away.

Switching off the light, you padded out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. Sam and Dean were out, so you weren’t worried about anyone seeing you. By the time you had retrieved your lotion, you couldn’t be bothered to head back to the bathroom, so you plonked yourself down on one of the chairs and decided to do it there.

You were just rubbing some of the cream onto your leg when you heard a door slam, followed by voices and footsteps coming down the stairs. You froze, but before you had a chance to go anywhere, the boys entered the room.

“Hey-” Sam began, stopping abruptly when he saw what you were doing. Beside him, Dean had also come to a halt, and both boys were shifting their gazes around the room, looking at anything but you. Sam cleared his throat. “Well, uh, we’re back.”

“That’s for that, Captain Obvious,” you answered, trying to hide your embarrassment as you straightened the towel around you to make sure it covered everything.

“So…why are you…you know,” Dean stuttered, clearly at a loss for words.

“Putting on lotion in the kitchen?” you asked. When he nodded, you continued. “I just had a shower and I’d left it in here. I figured that since you guys weren’t home…”

“Right. Sorry about barging in,” Sam apologised hastily. His cheeks were still a bit pink, and he was clearly mortified. Not that he was the only one, of course.

“You know what?” You stood up, grabbing the bottle of lotion, the bane of your existence at the present moment. “I’m just gonna to go finish this in my bedroom. Maybe put some clothes on while I’m at it,” you added as an afterthought. You pushed past them, scurrying towards your room. As you went, you could feel their eyes on you, but they quickly shifted their eyes away when you glanced back at them.

When you finally shut your bedroom door, you leaned against the back of it and let out a sigh. When they had gotten over their embarrassment, they were never going to let you live this down.

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Thanks for reading! Sorry for the lack of posts these past few days. I’ve been really busy with schoolwork.

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May 4

ahh can you do an imagine where reader gets possessed by a demon and dean has to torture the demon/reader but he can't do it bc he loves the reader a lot so just exercises her and its really fluffy at the end thanks. I love your writing btw.

Hey. Thank you! I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope you like it.

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You felt your body saunter into the room, your hands covering Dean’s eyes from behind. “Guess who,” you heard your voice croon.

“I know it’s you, Y/N,” Dean smiled, leaning into you. You moved in closer so that your lips brushed against his ear.

“Guess again.” Dean tensed, the smile dropping from his face. He spun around, pinning you against the wall with his arm against your throat.

“You’re a demon,” he spat. His arm tightened against your throat, cutting into your air supply. Despite the anger in Dean’s expression, you could still see the hurt in his eyes. It tugged at your heart, making you that much more desperate to regain control of your body, to show the demon who was boss.

You had never been possessed before. Your tattoo had ensured that. But tonight, you had gone for a walk when you had been tackled to the ground, a knife slashing across your tattoo, making the lines incomplete. The black smoke had poured into your mouth, the body of the demon’s previous meat suit falling to the ground. You had come to this town to hunt the demons but instead, they’d hunted you.

“My, my, you’re not just a pretty face,” the demon inside you murmured. “I must say, when we first found out you were looking into us, everyone just laughed. But not me, though. I knew you’d crack onto us eventually.”

“I’m so glad to have lived up to your expectations,” Dean answered sarcastically. “What have you done with Y/N?”

“I wouldn’t worry, Dean. She’s still in here,” the demon replied flippantly. “I can hear her. She misses you.” A pained look flashed across Dean’s face, quickly covered up again by a stormy anger. He grabbed your arms and propelled you across the room, pushing your body down onto the motel bed.

“Dean, I’m flattered!” the demon said in a sultry tone. “But don’t forget that we aren’t alone. How do you think Y/N feels?” You were fuming, and the demon knew it. You could feel her satisfaction, could sense that she was gloating at your anger. But there was nothing you could do. Right now, she was the captain of this ship.

“I think she feels pretty pleased right now.” At the demon’s confusion, Dean smirked. “I drew a Devil’s Trap under the bed while she was gone. I like to take precautions.” You felt the demon’s amusement fade, a murderous rage filling her.

“You asshole,” she hissed, the sound of it inhuman.

“Yes, well, you’re not exactly a ray of sunshine yourself,” he pointed out. “Now, let’s get back to the important business, shall we? I want to know where your little group has set up base. You’re going to tell me every single detail of your plan.”

“Am I?” Dean simply stared back stonily, refusing to dignify the demon’s remark with a response. “Well, if you want me to tell you anything, you’ll have to make me.” Your body had raised for the last part of that sentence, the demon getting right in Dean’s face before whispering those words in a darkly flirtatious tone.

Dean’s eyes seem to dim slightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He reached for his knife, holding it against your arm. But you could tell that he couldn’t do it, and the demon knew it too. “Something wrong, Dean?” she asked innocently. He gritted his teeth, clutching the knife tighter. You fought hard, gathering all your strength to break free from the demon’s control, even if just for a second. You had to tell Dean to go through with this. The information was vital, and you couldn’t get it yourself because the demon was shielding those thoughts from you, surrounding them with an impenetrable barrier.

“Dean,” you whispered. You felt your eyes return to normal, the blackness temporarily fleeing from them. “You have to do it. We need to stop them.” His face softened, a tormented look in his eyes.

“Y/N…I can’t…” You lost control, his brokenness shattering your heart and draining the fight from you. But he had received the message - now it was a matter of whether or not he would listen to it.

“Oh, Dean,” the demon taunted as your eyes flicked back to black. His face fell as he realised you had lost the battle for control, that you were tucked back inside. You were a puppet, and the demon was pulling the strings. “Haven’t you heard? Love is a weakness.” Dean’s face hardened at these words, determination taking over his features.

“No, it isn’t. It’s a strength.” He dropped the knife, and you felt elation swell inside the demon. She thought she had cracked Dean. But then he opened his mouth again. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio,” he chanted. Inside you, the demon grew furious and your body started jerking. “Infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, et secta diabolica, ergo draco maledicte et sectio.” As he continued, you felt the demon’s control start to slip and your own strength increased. You began to fight through the pain, fighting to help Dean expel the demon. “Ergo draco maledicte et legio secta diabolica. Ut Ecclésiam tuam secúra tibi fácias servire libertáte, te rogámus, audi nos!” Your head shot back, the black smoke pouring from your mouth and back to where it belonged. Your body flopped back down on the bed and you coughed, your body shaky from the ordeal.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Dean asked, rushing to kneel beside you.

“You…you were supposed to get the info,” you told him softly, your voice lacking conviction due to the weakness in your body.

“I couldn’t do it,” he choked out, brushing your hair across your forehead.

“Why?” you asked. Dean didn’t answer, instead looking around the room to avoid your eyes. “Was she right? About why you stopped? Do you love me?” Your voice was quiet, timid. The two of you had been a couple for a few months now, but never had either of you professed such strong feelings for one another. And as much as you wanted to know his answer, you knew it had the power to either make or break your relationship.

Dean’s gaze finally shifted from the bedside table to you, his green eyes holding yours. “Y/N, after all we’ve been through, how could you ever think otherwise?” A soft smile spread across your features and you leaned up to press your lips against Dean. Your mouth moved against his, and you smiled into the kiss.

“I love you, too,” you murmured against his lips.

~~~~~

Thanks for reading. I’m not really sure about this one, but I did my best.

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May 3

Hi :) could you do me an imagine where the reader finds out she pregnant with Dean's baby and she's scared that he doesn't want it but he does and it's really fluffy. I hope it isn't to much and I love your account xx

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Hi. Thank you! I’m sorry that the ending is a bit rushed, but I’m exhausted and I wanted to get this posted before going to bed.

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You sat down heavily on the lid of the toilet, your head between your legs as you tried to calm down your breathing. A stick was clenched in your hand, burning into you as the full implications of it dawned on you. Because on that stick were two little lines.

You were pregnant.

For many woman, this was the kind of thing that induced squealing, that promoted shopping lists to be made and shopping trolleys to be filled with nappies and toys and onesies. But for you, it meant stress and nerves and danger. How were you supposed to raise a child as a hunter? How were you supposed to cover the expenses that came with having a whole new person to take care of? And most importantly…how would Dean react? You had never talked about having kids. It just seemed a given that you wouldn’t, considering the lives that you led. You had seen him with kids; you knew he would make an incredible father. But you also knew that he thought the hunting life was no place to raise a child.

You never thought you’d be in this position. The two of you had always made sure to use protection. So when you’d woken up feeling sick a few weeks ago, you hadn’t thought much of it. You ate a lot of take out, and you just assumed that some of it had been off. But then the vomiting had continued for the next few mornings, and you wondered if you might’ve caught a bug. But it was when you realised you were late that you had started to think that what was wrong with you might not be something that a couple of days of bed rest could fix.

And so you’d offered to run to the shops for a supply run a couple of days ago, slipping a pregnancy test into your shopping basket. But when you got home, you didn’t have the guts to use it. The same thing had happened all yesterday. Today, however, you knew that you couldn’t put it off any longer. If the test said negative, you could stop stressing and pretend that none of this ever happened. But the test had said positive, and now you had a whole lot more to think about.

“Y/N?” Dean called, rapping his knuckles against the outside of the door. “You’ve been in there a while. Is everything alright?”

“I…no,” you whispered, a single tear escaping from the corner of your eye and slipping down your cheek, forming a dark patch on the collar of your jumper.

“Do you think you could let me in?” Dean asked, his voice laced with concern. Silently, you reached out to unlock the door, allowing him to step around the doorframe. When he saw the position you were in, he immediately knelt down in front of you, pulling you into his embrace. “Hey, shh, it’s okay. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Don’t be mad,” you pleaded. He frowned back at you in confusion, his eyes searching your face for an explanation. But instead of providing one, you slipped the pregnancy test into his hand, hoping that he would work out the rest for himself.

“Is this… Are you pregnant?” he questioned. You nodded, not daring to look at him for fear of his reaction. You felt his finger hook under your chin and he tipped your head up so that you were face to face. “This is incredible,” he murmured, his face breaking out into the biggest grin you’d ever seen on him. “Just wait until I tell Sammy. I’m gonna be a dad!”

You laughed shakily, confused by his response. “So you aren’t angry?”

“Why would I be angry?” he asked in bewilderment.

“Because I know that we’ve never talked about it and we’re hunters and this is so not the kind of life you should raise a child in and I know how you feel about all that and -”

“Hey,” he said, cutting off your rambling. “That doesn’t matter. None of that matters. We’re going to make this work, okay?” he promised. “Because I love you, and I love our baby. And you, me and Sammy are going to find a way.”

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