could you do an imagine where sam and dean are out hunting so gabe stops by to have a movie day with you in the bunker? Could you maybe make it all fluffy with a little make out sesh? aha thank youu! xx
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Hey! I’m sorry it took a while for me to get this request done. I had to catch up on a few episodes. Anyway, I’m not sure if the amount of fluff was what you were hoping for but I did put in the make out session! Although I’ve never written that kind of thing before so I hope it didn’t suck!
I hope you like it!
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“Ugh,” you moaned as you flopped down onto your bed. Sam and Dean had just left to go work a case and you had no clue where Cas was. The next few days in the bunker were going to be boring and lonely.
“Something wrong, sweetheart?” a cocky voice asked from the open door.
Sitting upright, you looked towards the doorway and saw Gabriel standing there, watching you.
“Gabriel! What the hell are you doing here?” you asked in astonishment.
“I heard that you might be on your own around here so I thought I’d drop by. I figured we could watch some movies or something,” he replies.
“You want to watch movies with me?” you asked skeptically. “An angel wants to slum it with a human and spend the day watching movies?”
“Sure. Why not? I’ve been around a while - things get boring after a bit of time,” he shrugged.
“Alright then,” you said as you headed down to where the TV was. “Let’s do this. But I pick the movies,” you warned.
“Sure. Whatever you want,” Gabriel agreed.
You bent down and loaded Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone into the DVD player. It was one of your favourite movies ever and you practically never got to watch it.
When you were done, you stood up and turned around, only to find Gabriel settled into the couch with a bowl of popcorn.
You raised an eyebrow. “Is that real popcorn or did you work some kind of trickster magic on it?”
“It’s as real as it gets,” Gabriel answered. “That’s what happens when you have friends in high places. Literally.”
You rolled your eyes and sank into the couch beside him, helping yourself to a mouthful of popcorn.
“Well, thanks,” you told him. “But shut up now. The movie’s starting.”
You had been watching the movie for a while when you realised that you were close to your favourite part, the scene where Harry, Ron and Hermione face down the troll on Halloween.
You nudged Gabriel. “This is it! It’s my favourite bit. You don’t want to miss it!”
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Gabriel wasn’t paying attention to the screen.
“You aren’t even watching it!” you accused. “This is the best part!”
“I’m already looking at the best part,” Gabriel answered, looking straight at you.
“Gabriel…” you began, unsure of how to respond.
He set the popcorn down on a side table and leaned in towards you. With his face only centimetres from yours, he paused for a moment, hesitant, before closing the gap between you and matching his lips to yours.
After a moment, he pulled away again.
“Wh-what was that?” you stuttered.
“Too much?” he asked with a smirk. But as you looked into his eyes, you could see that he was actually afraid of how you were going to react.
“No, not at all. Just…unexpected,” you finished, pulling his face to yours once more.
Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought that you’d end up kissing an angel. And yet here you were, your heart pounding in your chest and your cheeks flushing as Gabriel’s lips moulded themselves around yours.
What had started out as a couple of chaste kisses soon intensified and it wasn’t long before you were both out of breath, clothes askew and hair a mess.
“Wow,” you gasped out, your back pressed against the seat of the lounge with Gabriel hovering above you. “I guess you were right. This was the best bit.”
Gabriel grinned at you, before leaning down to fit his lips to yours once more.
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Thanks for reading! I couldn’t resist including Harry Potter in that. But what can I say? I’m obsessed!
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Could you please do an imagine where the reader and sam's daughter (who's the age of a toddler) gets kidnapped by a demon so the reader,sam,dean and castiel have to find her. I just really love your imagines so keep doing what you do,cause you're amazing
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Hey! I’m so glad that you like my imagines! That means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this one, too!
Author’s Note: I named the toddler Mary. I’m not the best at coming up with names and since Sam and Dean were named after their grandparents, I decided to keep with that tradition.
This was actually a bit emotional for me to write and it does involve the kidnapping of a young child so just be aware of that.
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“You can’t go to the park unless you put a coat on!” you told Mary, your two year old daughter.
“Fine,” she complained as she shrugged her little arms into the sleeves.
“Don’t forget to say goodbye!” you warned.
“Bye, Daddy! Bye, Uncle Dean! Bye, Uncle Cas!” she called. Dean lifted Mary up into his arms, which caused her to giggle.
“You be good for your mum, okay?” Dean instructed. Mary bobbed her head up and down. She’d do anything to please her Uncle Dean.
“Good girl.” Dean put Mary down, just as Sam came into the room.
“Daddy!” Mary shrieked.
“Hey, beautiful!” Sam replied, staggering slightly as Mary tackled his legs.
He leaned towards you and pressed a kiss to your lips.
“Be careful,” he whispered to you.
“Of course, Sammy,” you replied.
“Are we going now?” Mary asked, gazing up at you with her big eyes.
“Yes, sweetheart. We are,” you laughed as you grabbed her hand and led her out the door, into the autumn afternoon.
You’d barely made it to the next street when you felt a sharp tug on your arm.
“Mummy?” Mary whispered timidly as she stared across the street.
You followed her gaze and saw a man standing there, his eyes boring into yours. His black eyes.
“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, hoping Mary wouldn’t hear you. Whilst you and the boys were still involved in the hunting life, you didn’t actively seek out cases like you once did. For this reason, aside from having a single knife tucked into your boot, you were in no way prepared to take on a demon. Especially not while protecting your daughter.
“Come on,” you urged, as you pulled Mary back the way you had come. Perhaps by some miracle you could get close enough to the bunker that Mary could run back and warn the boys.
You hadn’t taken more than two steps before Mary’s shriek cut through the air and a sharp blow to the back of your head sent you crashing to the concrete beneath your feet.
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A car horn from the nearby highway. That was the sound that finally woke you. As the rest of your senses starting working again, you saw that the sky was marginally darker than when you’d last seen it, so you knew you couldn’t have been out for long.
“Mary?” you asked groggily as you patted the footpath beside you, searching for an arm, a leg. Something.
“Mary?” you asked when you came up blank, your voice much higher in pitch.
You jumped to your feet and began to frantically search your surroundings.
“MARY!” you screamed, your heart smashing into your ribcage.
“Oh, God,” you choked out, thrusting your hand into your pocket to get your phone.
“Hello?” Sam asked after the first ring.
“She’s gone, Sammy! She’s gone!” you sobbed.
“What? Who’s gone? Tell me what’s happened, Y/N,” Sam asked, suddenly alert.
“Mary! There was a demon and he attacked me and I blacked out, and, and, SHE WAS GONE, SAMMY! Oh, God. What are we going to do? I’m such a bad mother. I let my baby get kidnapped!”
“You are not a bad mother, Y/N,” Sam told you. “Just tell me where you are.”
You did and before you had even finished your sentence, you heard Sam getting Dean and Cas ready.
“We’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Just breathe, Y/N,” Sam instructed as he hung up the phone.
You stood waiting by the curb, your phone clutched in your hand like a lifeline.
After a minute or two, the Impala screeched to a halt in front of you. Sam had jumped out of the backseat to pull you into his arms before it had even fully stopped.
“I’m so scared,” you sobbed as Sam pulled you into the car.
“Listen, Y/N, we’re going to find her, okay?” Dean said, his eyes locking onto yours in the rearview mirror.
“What if they’ve hurt her? Oh, God. What if she’s dead?” You were starting to get hysterical again.
“Y/N,” Cas began in his deep voice. “It seems likely that Mary has been taken as bait. It doesn’t make sense for the demon to hurt her if all they want to do is lure out the Winchesters,” he rationalised.
Castiel’s words managed to calm you down a fraction, until you looked out the window and saw that you had arrived back at the bunker.
“What are we doing here? We need to find Mary!” you exclaimed.
“We will,” Sam assured you. “But first, we need to find out where she is.”
“How are we going to do that from here?” you asked as you followed the others inside.
“We’ve got Bobby’s tracking device,” Dean explained as he went over to set it up.
Five minutes. That’s all it took to find out where Mary was. But those five minutes stretched out like an eternity. Every second that passed was another second separating you and your daughter. Every movement of the clock could be the timer ticking down to her death. The only thing stopping you from losing it completely was having Sam and Cas standing on either side of you, reassuring you, telling you that everything would turn out okay.
And then finally, finally, Dean turned around, his face set in determination. The four of you raced out to the Impala and Dean peeled off down the street, headed in the direction of the little girl who had captured all of your hearts.
After what seemed like an age, Dean slammed the brakes in front of a rundown warehouse. You threw open your door and sprinted towards it, towards your baby girl.
You could hear shouts from behind you, warnings, but you ignored them all. Screw having a plan - nothing would stop you from rescuing Mary.
The next few minutes were a blur. You took down demon after demon, seemingly unstoppable. You had heard stories of mothers lifting cars to save their children in a crazy adrenaline rush. This was your version of that.
Finally, the last demon fell. You turned around to find your beautiful girl, your Mary, cowering in a corner. You raced over to her and scooped her into your arms.
“My gorgeous girl,” you whispered as you held her tight and felt her tears dampen your shoulder. “You’re safe now, sweetheart. I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again,” you promised, pressing your lips to the top of her head.
Vaguely, you became aware that Sam, Dean and Cas had joined you and were also comforting Mary. But none of that mattered to you, because your beautiful little girl was safe in your arms once more.
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Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it! I was going to write this yesterday but I had a bad day and wasn’t in the mood.
I had to go to the eye specialist yesterday (which is something that upsets me) and they have this numbing eye drop that they put in. I swear, it feels like your eyeball has been wrapped in glad wrap and then constricted by rubber bands. It’s the most unpleasant thing I’ve ever experienced.
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Hey i love your imagines by the way! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader has a bad past with angels so whenever she's around them she gets edgy and little scared. And she meets Castiel and Dean and Sam have to convince her it's okay.
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Hi! Thank you so much for saying that! It means a lot to me. Here is the imagine you requested. I hope you enjoy it!
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“Hey, guys!” you called out, letting yourself into the motel room. “I spoke to the wife of that guy who was murdered.”
“Anything interesting?” Sam asked.
“Nothing that seemed to be of note. Who’s this?” you asked, finally noticing a man wearing a tan trench coat sitting on the small lounge. You were positive that you hadn’t seen him before in your two months of hunting with the Winchesters.
“Y/N, this is Cas. Cas, this is Y/N,” Dean introduced you.
“Hi,” you greeted him, sticking out your hand. Cas hesitated for a minute before shaking it.
“I’m Castiel.”
“Interesting name,” you said with a grin. “So how come I haven’t seen you around before?”
“I had business to take care of in Heaven,” Cas replied.
You froze. “What?”
“Cas is an angel,” Sam explained.
“Get away from me!” you cried, backing up in the corner of the room.
“I don’t understand. Have I in some way offended you?” Castiel asked, stepping towards you.
“Get away!” you repeated, your whole body now trembling.
Sam and Dean looked at each other in confusion.
“Ah, Cas, why don’t you give us a minute,” Dean suggested.
“As you wish,” Castiel replied, vanishing into thin air.
“Oh, God,” you said, sinking to the floor. You buried your face in your hands and tried to swallow the lump forming in your throat.
“Y/N?” You looked up to see Sam and Dean crouching beside you. “Do you want to tell us what’s wrong?” Sam continued.
“He’s an angel,” you choked out.
“We’ve noticed. What’s the big deal?” Dean asked in confusion.
“Do you know what they’ve done? There was a demon attack one day and my entire family, who was devoutly religious, was all killed! And just when the demon got to me, this angel appeared and killed it. Then it looked at me and spouted some crap about ‘collateral damage’ or something. And then it just disappeared! Just like that!” you burst out. “It didn’t matter that they were good people. To that angel, their deaths were 'for the greater good!’”
“Y/N, we’re so, so sorry. We had no idea about any of that. But trust me, Cas isn’t like that,” Sam told you.
“Damn right, he’s not,” Dean cut in. “Listen, Y/N, we’ve met other angels. And plenty of them were dicks. But Cas is different. You trust us, right?”
“Of course,” you whispered.
“Well, do you think we’d ever work with Cas if he was like that?” You shook your head.
“Do you think… I mean, would it be possible for you to call him back? So that I can meet him properly?” you asked hesitantly.
“Are you sure?” Sam questioned.
“I think so. Just…stick by me please.”
“Of course,” Sam smiled.
“Hey, Cas!” Dean called. The angel appeared in the centre of the room.
“You called?” he asked.
“Y/N wanted to meet you properly,” Dean explained. Castiel turned to you.
“Hello,” he said, making sure to keep his distance.
“Hi,” you replied shyly.
Castiel took a step closer. “I’m sorry if I have frightened you,” he said.
You were touched at how considerate he was being. The angel you’d met in the past never would’ve treated you with such kindness. It was this, more than anything else that the Winchesters could’ve told you, that convinced you to give Cas a chance.
“It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. I’ve just had bad experiences with angels in the past,” you told him.
“I am sorry for that,” he said. “I shall endeavour to make sure your future experiences with angels are much better,” he finished with a smile, which you readily returned.
The exception, not the rule, you think.
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Thank you for reading! I just realised that this was my first imagine involving Cas, which I find pretty cool. Feedback is welcome and I’d love to get some more requests!
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