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Hey, everyone! So right now, I am practically drowning in requests. Seriously. There are 27 currently in my ask box, and most are a couple of weeks old. And practically every time I post something, it seems like there is a new request waiting for me. So I’ve made a decision. I’m going to be closing my ask box for a little bit. It’ll probably only be for a week, tops. Just so that I can catch up on requests.

I’ll close it in about 13 hours, so if you have any requests, send them in quickly so they can get done! And I’m sorry for all those with outstanding requests. I’m trying, I really am.

Well hi there. I hope I'm not a bother for asking, but I'm in a kinda awful spot, like deep deep deep drowning. I was wondering if you could write a Dean imagine based off of the song "can't help falling in love with you" by Elvis? And just really really really fluffy. Thank you... If you don't write it, it's totally okay, but I suggest you listen to the cover by Ingrid Michaelson. It's beautiful.

Anonymous

Hi. I listened to both versions of the song that you mentioned, and I agree with you - the Ingrid Michaelson version is so beautiful! And if you ever want to talk, I’m here for you. I hope this imagine helps a bit.

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The Impala growled to a halt at the bunker, the last bars of a Led Zeppelin song fading out as Dean put Baby into park. Sam swung open his door, stepping out of the car. He grabbed his bag from the trunk and headed inside. You got out with the intention of following him but found your way blocked by Dean.

“Could I talk to you for a minute?” he asked nervously.

“Sure,” you answered, settling yourself against the side of the Impala. “What’s up?”

Dean cupped the back of his neck with his hand. “I’m not really sure how to say this,” he admitted. You gave him a teasing smile.

“In English would be preferable.” Dean grinned back at you, but his smile soon dropped as he remembered what he had to tell you. You reached out to grab his hand, intertwining his fingers with your own. “Dean, whatever it is that you have to say, you can. This is a circle of trust,” you teased, trying to put him at ease. When he didn’t seem to relax any further, you added, “Dean, I’m serious. I won’t have a go at you for whatever you say. You can trust me.”

Dean took a deep breath, gathering his courage. He opened his mouth and said, “Alright. I’m just gonna say this now before I lose my nerve. I love you Y/N.” You stood there in shock, gaping up at him and hanging on to his every word as he continued. “I know that some people would say I’m in idiot for telling you this so soon, but I just can’t help it. I can’t help falling in love with you. Rivers flow out to sea, trees grow towards the sky, and I am in love with you. It was just meant to be.”

At the end of Dean’s speech, tears were running down your face. You reached up, wiping them off on the end of your sleeve. “No one’s ever said anything that beautiful to me before,” you whispered.

“Well, they should’ve,” Dean replied. “Because you’re beautiful.”

You smiled up at him softly. “I think that maybe it’s a good thing no one has ever said anything like that to me before. I’m glad it was you who said it.”

“Why?” Dean murmured, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly.

“Because maybe you’re not the only one who can’t help themselves.”

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I have been feeling really sad lately because my mother is diagnosed with cancer and it's really hard so I was wondering if you can do an imagine for me when Sam is really mean to you because he thinks you like dean? Please I read your imagines in the hospital and I have to take counseling.

Anonymous

Hi. I’m so sorry to hear that. If you ever want to talk, my ask box is open. And I really hope this imagine helps, even if only a tiny bit.

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You walked into the bunker, your arms loaded with shopping bags. “Hey, Sam?” you called out, peering over the top of the bags to where Sam was sitting on the couch. “Do you reckon you could help me carry some of these bags in?”

“Why don’t you just ask Dean?” he asked harshly, standing up and turning to head out of the room. His mouth was set in a hard line and his shoulders were stiff with tension.

“Why would I ask Dean?” you questioned, dropping the bags down on the kitchen counter. “He’s all the way on the other side of the bunker.” Sam whipped around, turning to face you with a furious expression.

“Oh, I don’t know. You just seem to be doing everything with him these days. Why not add packing away the groceries to the list?”

“What the hell, Sam?” You strode over to him, your hands planted on your hips. “Dean’s my friend. I hang out with him sometimes. I don’t see why it’s any of your business,” you added, jabbing your finger at him on the word ‘your’.

“I just think that if you want to get in his pants, you could be a little more subtle about it,” he spat. You staggered back, his words a slap in the face. You gaped at him. Where was the Sam you knew, the one who was always so sweet?

“Sam!” you exclaimed. “What the hell is wrong with you? How could you say something like that?” Your heart ached, and you knew that your face must’ve mapped out an expression of hurt. Sam noticed this and his own expression softened slightly, his hand reaching out to brush against your arm.

“Y/N -”

“No!” You slapped his arm away. “You can’t just be horrible to me and then expect to make it all go away by touching my arm as some kind of peace offering!”

“I know, Y/N. And I shouldn’t have said what I did. I’m sorry,” he apologised, his eyes gazing at you sorrowfully.

You folded your arms across your chest. “Then why did you?” He didn’t answer and you cocked an eyebrow at him, waiting impatiently for an explanation. “Any time now, Sam.”

Sam glanced away, biting his lip in frustration. He turned back to you, evidently uncomfortable at having to provide an explanation. “I was jealous,” he burst out. “Happy?”

You dropped your arms, staring at him in surprise. Of all the responses you had predicted would come from him, this was one that had never been on the list. “You were what?”

“I was jealous, alright?” Sam repeated, clearly wishing for a change in subject. You straightened up, a slight grin curling the edges of your mouth.

“And why would you be jealous?” you asked in mock innocence, secretly pleased at Sam’s discomfort.

“Because I like you!” he exclaimed. “There. I said it. Is that good enough for you? I thought that the reason you and Dean have been hanging out so much was because you liked him. And I got angry because I like you, and it would kill me to see you start dating my brother!” He stopped, his chest heaving from his outburst. You stepped up to him, a full-blown grin now spread across your face.

“Do you want to know the real reason I’ve been spending so much time with Dean lately?” Sam nodded almost imperceptibly, seeming to dread what was going to come next. You stood up on your tiptoes, stretching up so that your mouth was in line with his ear. “I was getting his advice on how to ask you out,” you whispered.

“You - what?” Sam asked, staring at you in disbelief. “So this whole time I’ve been jealous of the two of you, I should’ve just come straight out and told you how I feel?”

You paused for a moment with your finger against your lips, pretending to contemplate his words. “Pretty much, yeah,” you told him.

“God, I’m such an idiot,” he moaned, covering his face with his hands. You grabbed his wrists, pulling his hands away so that you could see him properly.

“I know,” you agreed, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. “Now help me with the rest of the groceries.”

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Hey, how are you? Good. Can I please have an imagine where Sam finds the reader, his girlfriend, being insecure in the bathroom and tries to comfort her?

Hi. I’m good. How are you? I’m sorry for the wait, but it hope you like it.

Warnings; Reader is feeling very insecure.

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You sat down on the lid of the toilet, your head cradled by the palms of your hands. Tears slipped down your cheeks and dripped onto your shoes, and your shoulders shook with suppressed sobs.

“Y/N?” Sam knocked on the door. “Are you alright? You’ve been in there a while.”

“N-no, I’m f-fine,” you answered weakly, running a shaky hand through your hair.

“You don’t sound fine,” Sam observed. “Can I come in?” You reached out, fingers fumbling against the lock. It clicked, and Sam swung the door open, stepping in and looking to where you sat.

“Hey, what’s wrong, beautiful?” he asked, crouching down on the ground in front of you. You shook your head at him, unable to respond. “Come on, you can tell me.” He brought his hands up to rest on either side of your face, wiping away the tears with the pad of his thumb.

“I suck,” you told him miserably, stray strands of hair hanging down around your face. He frowned at you in confusion, tucking the wisps of hair back behind your ears.

“What are you talking about?”

You took a deep breath, readying yourself to tell him everything. All the negative thoughts, all your fears, all your insecurities. They had been building up over the past few months and were finally boiling over. “I suck at hunting,” you explained. “I always stuff up and people get hurt. I’m never going to be like you and Dean. And then whenever we go out somewhere, there are all these pretty girls eyeing you off and I just know that I can’t compare to them. One day you’re going to look at me and think, ‘why is she even my girlfriend?’” You stopped abruptly, scared that you had overloaded Sam with information and scared him off.

“Y/N, I want you to listen to me,” he told you, gazing directly into your eyes. “You are one of the best hunters I’ve ever met. And I have come across a lot in my time. And for the record, you don’t want to be like Dean and I. Just remember that we’re the guys who opened the Gates of Hell and started the Apocalypse, just to name a couple of our greatest mistakes.”

“But you’re also the guys who fixed both those things,” you pointed out.

“True,” Sam agreed, smiling ruefully. “But we wouldn’t have had to if we didn’t stuff up in the first place. And about what you said after that? I look at you everyday and wonder why I love you.” You looked down, your vision blurring, the colours running together. Your worst fear had just come true. “Hey, look at me.” Sam titled your head back up to look at him. “Every time I ask myself that, I come up with a whole list of reasons why I love you. You’re smart, funny, sweet, badass, beautiful and about a million other things. And yes, you never could compare to those other girls. Because you’re a thousand times more perfect for me then any of them could ever be.”

Your eyes swam with tears again, but this time of the happy variety. “Really?” you asked softly.

Sam smiled. “Really.”

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How many imagines or questions do you answer everyday?

Anonymous

It really depends. Like, if I’m at home with nothing else to do, I can get through at least five in a day. But if I have to go out, I might only write one or two. At the moment, I’m on holidays, so I’m able to get quite a few posted each day. Although I do get sidetracked a bit (I’m trying to get up to date with Once Upon A Time).

But I’ve got 26 requests to get through at the moment, with more and more coming in, so if you have sent in a request, it might take a week or so for it to be posted!

How many followers do you have?

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At the moment, I have 453.

Could you do one where dean asks the reader to be his girlfriend and she hesitates to say yes and she explains that its not a good idea because she's insecure and anorexic and he cheers her up and promises itll get better? I love your writing and I could use some cheering up. Super fluffly please?(:

Anonymous

Hi. I’m so, so sorry this wasn’t done sooner. I really hope it cheers you up. And if you need anything, message me.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: hints at anorexia, reader talks about their insecurities.

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You were curled up on your bed in the bunker, watching reruns of your favourite TV show. You had the blankets tucked up around you and the remote clutched in your hand. Someone knocked on the door and you pressed the mute button. “Who is it?”

“It’s me,” Dean’s voice answered. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” you replied. He opened the door and stepped into your room, pulling the door closed behind him.

“Nice,” he said, nodding in approval at the band posters you had pinned up on the walls.

“Thanks. What’s up?”

Dean coughed nervously, coming over to sit at the end of your bed, being careful to avoid your feet. “I don’t really know how to say this,” he told you, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. His eyes darted around the room and you smiled up at him encouragingly, patiently waiting for him to say what was on his mind. “Y/N, we’ve known each other for a while now. And…I really like you. And I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me?” he asked carefully, each word coming out slowly.

You froze, staring at Dean like a deer in the headlights. “Oh, um, Dean…I’m flattered. Really, I am. It’s just…”

“Oh,” he said in disappointment, looking down and swallowing. “It’s okay, I understand. I just…never mind.” He started to get up, but you reached out to grab his arm.

“I don’t think you do understand,” you told him. “Dean, I really like you. I’d love to go out with you. But…”

“What is it?” he asked, concern spreading across his features. He say back down on the bed, his eyes focused intently upon you.

“Dean, I have a lot of insecurities. I mean,” you lowered your voice, “I can barely eat without hating myself. How am I supposed to be in a serious relationship with all those problems in my life? So many girls come up to you in bars and pretty much everywhere else, all looking to get your number. How am I supposed to compete with that?” You looked down, trying to hide the tears that had sprung to your eyes. “How am I supposed to handle that kind of pressure?”

“Y/N, look at me.” Dean’s hand reached out, gently cupping your chin and turning your face towards him. “None of those girls is any match for you. Trust me. You blow them all out of the water with your awesomeness.” You smiled at him weakly, sniffing back the tears. “And the other stuff you mentioned? We can get through that. Together. I promise I will never leave you on your own in this. Things are gonna get better.”

“Do you really think so?” you whispered, your voice cracking. Dean’s hands came to rest on your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the tears that had leaked from your eyes.

“I know so,” he confirmed. You wiped your sleeve across your nose, glancing him at him, at the determined look in his eyes.

“Then…maybe I’ll take you up on that date,” you told him, a soft smile spreading across your face. Dean grinned back at you, his eyes lighting up in joy.

“Awesome.”

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Can you please do an imagine where the reader is currently in a relationship with Sam and she's alone in a motel doing research while the boys are out and she sees Jessica , Sam's ex girlfriend and tells her that she is watching out for Sam and her.x

Anonymous

Hi. Sorry for the wait! I hope this is what you were after.

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“Y/N, we’re going out to pick up some dinner,” Sam told you. “Will you be alright?”

“Sam,” you answered, getting up off your bed, “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.” You walked over to him, draping your arms around his neck. You pulled him towards you and planted your lips on his in a slow, passionate kiss.

“I should go. Dean’s waiting in the car,” Sam mumbled against your lips. As if having heard Sam, Dean blared the Impala’s horn from outside, causing you to giggle and pull away from Sam.

“Alright. Bye.” You watched him as he headed out the door, locking it behind him. When the sound of the Impala’s engine had finally faded, you turned towards the table where Sam’s laptop rested, ready for you to do some research.

You sat down in the chair, opening up the laptop and logging in. You read over pages of information, the text swimming together and blurring before your eyes. For twenty minutes you carried on like this, the sound of your fingers hitting the keys being the only noise in the room. It was then that you noticed the room had become cold, so much so that your breath came out in a white cloud. The lights in the room flickered and you whipped your head around, looking for anything out of place.

Across the room, a silhouette seemed to be emerging, the image gradually strengthening. Before you stood a beautiful girl in her early twenties, with long, wavy blonde hair and a white nightgown. She could’ve been some sort of model. If it wasn’t for the dark, red stain spreading across her midsection.

You jumped up, fumbling around for the gun you had loaded with rock salt earlier in the evening. “Wait,” she girl said in a soft voice. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to talk to you.”

You laughed harshly. “Right. Well, I can’t afford to take that chance.” You picked up the gun, holding it up at her.

“Please!” she cried. “I just wanted to tell you that I’ve been watching over you and Sam.” You lowered your gun slightly, staring at the ghost in confusion. She smiled gently before continuing on. “You make him very happy. Thank you for that. Please just take care of him for me.” Those were the last words she uttered before vanishing, leaving you to scan the room, searching for any signs that the ghost was still around.

Eventually, you put the gun back down, returning to your place in front of the laptop. “That was weird,” you muttered, the sound of the Impala’s engine filling the parking lot again.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dean called, stepping into the motel room.

“Hey, guys,” you replied, standing up as Sam came into the room and walked over to give you a kiss.

“Anything happen while we were gone?” he asked.

“Uh, no,” you told him, deciding not to reveal the strange encounter which had just taken place. As Sam went to go sit down on your bed, he dropped his wallet, causing it to open as it hit the ground. You reached down to pick it up and saw a picture of you stuck into one of the slots. But right behind it, the corner of another photo stuck out. You reached into the pouch, pulling the hidden photo free. When you could see it properly, your breath in your throat. The picture was of a blonde girl on a beach, the very same blonde girl you had seen just minutes before. “Who’s this?” you asked shakily, holding the picture up for Sam to see.

He glanced up from the TV, his eyes filling with sadness as they fell upon the picture. “That was my girlfriend from college,” he told you. “She was…she was killed by a demon. Her name was Jess.”

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Hi! I was reading your imagines and they are amazing!! Could you do one with Dean based on the song "beautiful girl" by hedley? Thanks!!

Anonymous

Hi. Thank you so much! That means a lot to me. I’m sorry this took so long to write. This is actually the first time I’ve ever written from the perspective of a non-original character, and I’m not entirely happy with the way Dean’s POV turned out. Also, I’m not entirely sure if I interpreted the song right, but I did my best. And omigosh…this song is so beautiful.

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DEAN POV

When Y/N had first started hunting with the us a few months back, I tried so hard to push her away. She was just so sweet and innocent. So beautiful. I couldn’t let her become a part of my life, couldn’t let her get messed up in all my shit, especially when she’d probably end up dying because of me. I didn’t want her story to become a tragedy. But no matter how hard I tried to make her go, it was like she’d stubbornly planted her feet, refusing to leave.

I never thought I’d say this, but it’s like she’s rewritten my story. I thought she was delusional, wasting her time, but now…things look brighter, and I know she’s the one responsible. Every time I see her, I swear I fall a little bit more in love with her. And I can’t just stand to the side anymore. I have to tell her.

Y/N POV

You were in your bedroom in the bunker, sprawled across your bed with a book in your hands. You were just flicking to the next page when a hesitant knock sounded at the door. “Who is it?”

Dean’s head poked around the door. “It’s me.”

“What can I do for you?” you asked, taking your bookmark off the bedside table and slotting it between the pages of the book. You sat up and crossed your legs, patting the space beside you for him to sit on. He came over, lowering himself onto the space you had vacated.

“Look, Y/N…you know I hate chick flick moments, but I have to say this.” You gazed at him expectantly while he paused to gather his thoughts. “Y/N, I’ve stuffed up so many times. All my life, everything I did felt so wrong. And then…you came along. And I thought you’d be better off without me, that you should just leave. But you didn’t.”

“Dean,” you began, reaching for his arm.

“No, I need to say this. Please,” he interrupted. You nodded, taking your arm back to let him carry on. “Y/N, I’ll never know why, but you rescued me. You came to me when it was dark, and it was like you turned on the lights. You saved me. And I’ll never be able to stop thanking you for that.” He stopped again, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Y/N, every time I see you, it’s like nothing else matters. All I can think about is how beautiful you are. I’ve never been higher, and it’s because of you. I love you, Y/N.”

Tears swam in your eyes, and you blinked them back. “Dean,” you whispered, “do you really mean all of that?”

“Every word,” he murmured back. You threw your arms around him, burying your head into the crook of his shoulder. His arms wound their way around your waist and he pulled you tightly against him, burying his nose in your hair.

“That was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” you told him softly, your voice thick with unshed tears. “And Dean?” you added. “I love you, too.”

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I really loved the imagine you made and here I am again! You you do an imagine were the reader loves Sam but he hates her and hates that she even hunts with them. SAMs always mad and angry at her and she ignores it because it's been like that forever so she just stays with Cas and Dean and is always sad so she finds comfort with Cas you can go from there

Hi. I’m glad you liked it! I just hope this one is just as good.

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“I’m going to go pick up some dinner,” Sam announced, standing up from the table where he’d been researching on his laptop for the past three hours. “Anyone wanna come with me?”

“I will,” you began, only to be cut off by a sharp glare from Sam. “I, um, actually I should probably stay here. I’ve got stuff to do,” you added on hastily, your eyes glued to the floor.

“I’ll go with you,” Dean told Sam, standing up and grabbing his jacket off the back of a chair. He followed Sam out the door, pausing only briefly to offer you a sympathetic look. Then he was gone, leaving you alone with Cas.

As awful as it seemed, you were used to being treated like this by Sam. Ever since you had started hunting with the Winchesters and Cas, Sam had made no secret of the fact that he hated you. If it was up to him, you probably wouldn’t be hunting with them at all. But Dean and Cas liked you, so you had stayed. However, that didn’t stop Sam from being horrible to you. He only shared case details with you on a need to know basis, said nasty things to you when you stuffed up on a hunt and did everything he could to avoid being alone with you. The worst part was that you couldn’t even find it in you to hate him back. You loved him.

Fortunately, Dean and Cas were always around to pick up the pieces when Sam was in one of his moods. The two of them seemed to have an unofficial roster going, taking turns to stay with you so that Sam wasn’t too horrible to you. You were grateful for all the support they provided. You just wished it wasn’t necessary.

“Y/N?” Cas asked, drawing you out of your thoughts. “Are you alright?” He came over to sit beside where you had slumped down on the motel bed, surrounded by rumpled sheets.

“Not really,” you admitted. A heavy sigh escaped you and you leaned back against the headboard. The bed shifted beside you and you turned to see that Cas had changed positions, swinging his feet up onto the bed so that he could face you.

“Did you want to talk about it?” he questioned in his gravelly voice.

“No. Yes. I don’t know,” you sighed. “It’s just…I love him, Cas. And that makes it ten times more awful.”

“Is it not possible to simply stop loving him?”

You gave him a sad smile. “I wish things could be as simple as you make them sound, Cas. But it doesn’t work that way. Love is weird. You can’t help who you fall for.” You looked down at your clasped hands, the fingers clenched together so tightly that the knuckles were white. “The thing is though, Sam is actually pretty great. Just…not to me. And I don’t want to love anyone else. I just wish he was nicer to me.”

Cas shuffled over to you, draping his arm protectively across your shoulders and pulling your body against his. It was a bit awkward at first, but just having him there with you helped. You tucked your head into his chest, burying your face in the folds of his trenchcoat.

“Y/N,” Cas began, “I have watched humans since the birth of your race. I won’t pretend to be an expert on human affairs, but I have learned a few things from my observations.” With your ear against his shirt, his voice came out muffled so you had to strain to hear everything he said. “And there is something I have learned that I feel I should share with you. No matter how you act towards others, you cannot help how they feel about you. That is ultimately their decision. However, you can choose to be around people who care about you and make you happy. I believe that that is what you should do.”

You pulled your head back, craning your neck to look up at Castiel’s caring expression, sending him a soft smile. “Didn’t you realise, Cas? I’ve already done that. I’ve got you and Dean.”

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