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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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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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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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Someone should do an imagine where dean and sam like the same girl :)

Anonymous

Hi. Your wish is my command! I hope the wait was worth it.

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“Y/N? Come on, wake up.” Slowly, you began to regain consciousness, Dean’s voice reaching into the deep waters of sleep and pulling you out. You felt yourself being rocked and realised that Dean had his hand on your shoulder and was shaking you, trying to rouse you from your slumber.

You sat up slowly, running your fingers through your hair to pull it back from your face. Blinking sleepily, you glanced around the room, noticing the sunlight filtering in through the curtains, lighting up the dated motel furniture. “What time is in?” you muttered groggily, pushing back the covers.

“It’s about 9:30,” Dean answered, causing you to look up at him in surprise.

“9:30? Huh. You actually let me sleep in for a change. And you didn’t throw a pillow at me to wake me up,” you observed. “What’s the deal, Winchester?”

“Nothing,” Dean shrugged. “What, I can’t just be nice for a change without having having my motives questioned?” You eyed him warily, checking to see if this was some kind of trap or prank.

“I suppose you can,” you answered. “And thanks. The sleep in was nice,” you added, heading towards the motel’s kitchenette. “Woah! What’s going on this morning? First Dean letting me sleep in, and now you’re making pancakes?”

Sam stood before you, a bowl of batter on the counter beside him and the frying pan in front of him. He stood with a spatula in hand, flipping over a pancake before transferring it to a plate. “Yeah. Aren’t they your favourite?” he asked, sliding the plate across the counter towards you.

“Um, yeah. Yeah they are,” you answered, picking up the bottle of maple syrup and pouring some across your pancake. You began to tuck into it, but after a few bites, you lowered your cutlery.

“Is it not cooked through?” Sam asked in concern. You shook your head, swallowing the piece that was in your mouth.

“No, it’s fine. Great, actually. But it’s just…” You trailed off, not sure how to pose your question. By this point, Dean had come over as well, and he lowered himself into the chair beside you.

“What’s wrong?” he queried, giving you a once over to check for any signs of harm. Sam had lowered the spatula and he, too, was watching you.

“There’s nothing wrong! I just don’t understand why you’re both being so nice to me!” At their looks of confusion and hurt, you hurried on. “Not that I don’t think you’re mean to be or anything, but you’ve got to admit, you’re both being weird this morning. You’re acting completely different than usual. And whilst the sleep in and pancakes are great, I just want to know why.”

You gazed at the brothers expectantly, hoping for an answer. The two of them exchanged a glance, before directing their gaze elsewhere. Sam looked down at the pancakes, prodding at them to see if they were cooked. Dean stared into his coffee mug, swishing it around. After a couple of minutes, you finally decided to break the silence. “Is there something you guys aren’t telling me?”

Dean cleared his throat, before starting to speak. “Actually, Y/N, Sammy and I were talking last night and we found out that, um…” He glanced up at Sam for assistance.

“It turns out that we both have feelings for you,” Sam stated, picking up where Dean had left off. You sat in stunned silence, processing this revelation. You opened and closed your mouth several times, trying to work out how to respond.

“So you guys are treating me like this because you’re trying to impress me?” you finally asked. When they both nodded, you sucked in a sharp breath. “Wow, um, I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s alright,” Sam assured you. “There’s no pressure on you or anything.” Dean nodded in agreement. It was this action that drove you to your decision.

“Look, guys…you’re both great. And I love you both. Just not in that way. But even if I did, I don’t think I could go out with either of you. I just couldn’t pull you both apart like that,” you explained. Both boys looked down, attempting to hide their disappointment. “I’m really sorry. To both of you.”

“Don’t be,” Dean answered, looking up at you. “It’s not your fault. You can’t help the way you feel. And what you said…well, I think you make a very good point. I don’t think I could ever go out with you knowing Sam likes you, and I’m sure he feels the same way.”

“Exactly,” Sam agreed. “Did you want another pancake?”

“Am I still allowed to have one?” you joked.

“Of course,” Sam assured you. “You’re our friend, and friends make each other pancakes.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” You grinned, helping yourself to the fresh pancake Sam handed to you.

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Hello there! Could you write one about dean and the reader please!!! Maybe where dean and the reader are in the impala singing shes my cherry pie at the top of her lungs and then he ends up telling her he loves her? Please?!(:

Anonymous

Hi! I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope you like it!

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You and Dean were sitting in the front seat of the Impala, driving back to the bunker. The dark expanse of road stretched out before you for as far as you could see and at this time of night, you were the only ones on the road. AC/DC was blaring out through the speakers yet again, and you sighed in exasperation. “Dean, can’t we listen to something else?”

“Hey, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole,” he stated, cutting you a glance from the corner of his eye.

“Dean,” you whined, desperate to listen to something different.

“Fine,” he huffed, gesturing to a box sitting at your feet. “There’s some stuff in there. Pick something.” You grinned, reaching down to pick up the box. You settled it into your lap and started rifling through the cassettes, looking for some music that appealed to you. Finally, you found something good and popped it into the slot.

“What did you pick?” Dean asked as you put the box back on the floor.

“You’ll see!” you chirped. The opening bars filled the air and Dean groaned. “Hey, no dissing the song,” you told him, reaching over and turning up the music. As the lyrics began, you sang along to them. “She’s my cherry pie! Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise!” You looked over and saw Dean shaking his head in exasperation at you whilst his eyes stayed on the road. You nudged him. “Sing with me! I know you know the words.” Dean sighed dramatically, but joined in none the less.

“SHE’S MY CHERRY PIE! OH YEAH! SHE’S MY CHERRY PIE! PUT A SMILE ON YOUR FACE, TEN MILES WIDE!” You were both singing at the top of your lungs, rocking out before an imaginary audience. You were dancing in your seat while Dean beat his hands against the steering wheel. When the end of the song came, you both burst out laughing, sending each other huge grins.

“God, you’re such an idiot,” Dean laughed. “But that’s why I love you.” He suddenly froze, the grin slipping from his face, and he stared straight ahead, not taking his eyes off the road.

“You what?” you asked, startled at what he’d just said. It was incredibly rare for Dean to say things like that. Whilst he often showed his affection, he rarely ever stated it outright.

Dean hesitated for a moment, then seemed to decide something. He straightened up, glancing at you as he drove. “I love you,” he repeated. “I have for a while now but I just didn’t want to say anything. But when I saw you singing along like that…I couldn’t hold it back anymore.”

You grinned at him, a soft blush creeping along your cheekbones. “I wish I’d picked the music sooner,” you told him in a soft voice. You didn’t need to say anything else. He knew what you meant.

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can you please do one where dean finds out that the reader (his girlfriend) does drugs casually and he makes a fight out of it (you can choose the ending)

Anonymous

Hi. I’m sorry this took a while to write. And I know virtually nothing about drugs, so I’m sorry if there were any mistakes or whatever.

I must say, I’m actually really pleased with how this turned out. I’m a lot happier with it than I have been with recent imagines.

Warning: Drug use.

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You lit up another joint, allowing the buzz to wash over you. It had been a long day. You, Sam and Dean had gone to hunt down a spirit, but before you had managed to gank it, it had attacked, killing two young children. There was nothing more you could’ve done, but you still felt guilty. You needed something to take the edge off, and that’s when you’d pulled out the stash of weed you kept hidden in your duffel bag.

You didn’t smoke it regularly, just when hunting got a bit too much. You’d never told the boys about it, but not because you were ashamed. You just didn’t feel like it was any of their business. This was your private indulgence, no one else’s.

Looking around, you noticed things about your bedroom that you’d never payed attention to before. The marijuana-induced high had brought things into clarity, sharpening the corners of the furniture, enhancing the colour of your posters.

Unfortunately, it also sharpened your hearing, so when someone started pounding on your bedroom door, you had to cover your ears to block out the harsh sound. “Y/N? What the hell are you doing in there? What’s that smell?”

You froze, staring at the joint resting between your fingers. You knew that there was no way you could hide it from him, especially when you knew that he was about to come bursting through your door at any moment.

The moment the thought had entered your mind, Dean pushed your door open and strode into the room. He came to a halt just before your bed, eyes drawn to your hands.

“Y/N, are you smoking weed?” His voice came out tight, as if he was simultaneously trying to force the words out whilst keeping more words held in. His fists were clenched at his sides, and his face was slowly turning a deep shade of red.

You decided to come clean. “Yes, Dean, I am.”

“What the hell, Y/N?” Dean yelled. “Why would you do that?”

“What’s the big deal?” you exclaimed. You stood up, walking over so that you and Dean were face to face.

“What’s the big deal? The big deal is that I just found out my girlfriend does drugs!”

“So? It’s not like I do it all the time. Just every so often, to take the edge off!”

“Take the edge off? There are better ways of doing that, you know,” Dean stated.

You scoffed. “What, like drinking my way into oblivion like you do? No thanks, I’m fine doing things this way.”

Dean’s whole body was taut, as though every ounce of his energy was going into refraining from lashing out in some way. He glared down at you, infuriated by your words. “At least when I drink, I’m not doing myself harm.”

“Um, hello? Liver failure? Ever heard of it?” you asked. You gazed up at Dean, refusing to back down. “Dean, the way I see it, smoking a joint every so often isn’t going to do me much harm. And I’m responsible about it. It’s not like I do it before a hunt or anything. I’d never risk someone else’s safety.”

“Why?” Dean asked abruptly, throwing off your train of thought.

“Why what?”

“Why do you do it?” Dean repeated, being more clear about his meaning. “You said it’s to take the edge off. The edge off what?”

You sighed, all fight leaving your body. “Sometimes…sometimes hunting gets a bit much. And I just need to lose myself a bit. Get away from it all. And today…after what happened to those kids…today was one of those days.”

Dean’s expression softened, and he took a step towards you. “Why didn’t you tell me something was wrong?”

“Because I knew you and Sam were affected by it too and I didn’t want to bother you. Especially not when I have my own way of dealing with it.” Dean frowned down at the joint in disapproval, causing you to let out a sigh. “Look, Dean, I know you don’t like it, but this is just what I do. Alcohol helps you, marijuana helps me. That’s just the way it is.”

“What if it wasn’t the way things were?”

“Dean -”

“Just hear me out,” he cut in. “I drink when I feel like crap. And it’s the same for you with weed. But maybe…maybe those shouldn’t be our first choices. Maybe the next time I head for the liquor cabinet, I should turn around and head for your bedroom. And the next time you feel like lighting a joint, you should come find me. We can help each other out.”

“I thought you didn’t like chick flick moments,” you teased.

“Hey, even action movies have romantic subplots,” Dean pointed out. You took a step back, glancing up at him with your eyebrows raised in amusement. “Did I just say that?”

“Yep!” you sang.

“Whatever. My point is, we’re in a relationship. And that means we should help each other out when things get a bit too much. What do you say?”

You looped your arms around Dean’s neck, drawing him in towards you. You looked up into his green eyes, finding them gazing right back at you. “I think that that’s the best idea you’ve ever had.”

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Can you do an imagine where the reader has a huge crush on Dean but he always bullies her and hits her he treats her like a boy and she gets pissed after a hunt why is up to you and she gets so mad and cries and something love UR imagines!!

Anonymous

Hi. I’m really sorry about the wait! But I hope you like this, although I felt the ending was a bit weak.

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You gazed up at Dean. “You did a seriously good job of taking down those vamps. I could never take down that many at once.”

“Maybe if you didn’t slack off during training all the time, you’d stand a chance,” he replied.

“Dean,” Sam said reproachfully as you flushed, ducking your head in shame.

“I’m just telling it like it is, Sammy. Now let’s get in the car and go back to the bunker.” When you didn’t move straight away, Dean grabbed your shoulder and shoved you towards the car.

As the Impala sped off, you hunched down in the back seat, letting the music and conversation wash over you.

—-

“I thought that hunt went pretty well,” Dean announced, striding into the bunker and dropping his bag onto the floor. “Although it could’ve gone better if certain people pulled their weight.”

Something in you snapped. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Dean Winchester?”

“Excuse me?” he answered.

“Y/N,” Sam began.

You cut him off. “Could you please give Dean and I a minute?” Sam nodded and walked out of the room, glancing back at you in concern.

“Why are you like this with me?” you demanded, angrily brushing away the tears that were spilling down your face.

“Are you crying?” Dean asked in astonishment.

“Yes, Dean, I’m crying. Because I’m HUMAN. You know what else humans do? They make mistakes! But that doesn’t give you the right to criticise every little thing I do!”

“Y/N -”

“No. I don’t want to hear it,” you interrupted. A harsh laugh escaped you. “You know what the worst part is? You always pick on me, and shove me, and make snide remarks about me. But despite all that, I like you, Dean. I’ve got a big, stupid crush on you. Not that it matters, because you apparently haven’t realised that I’m not one of the guys!”

“Look -”

“I’m not finished!” you yelled in a shrill voice. “All I ever do is try to impress you, earn your respect. But all you ever do is treat me like shit. But I keep trying, and I hate myself for it!”

“Y/N, please just listen to me,” Dean pleaded. “I only treat you like that because I’m trying to protect you!”

“What kind of fucked up logic is that, Winchester?” you whispered fiercely.

“I admit, it’s stupid. But you shouldn’t be hunting! It’s dangerous, Y/N!”

“You think I don’t realise that?”

“Apparently not, because you still do it!” he exclaimed.

“So do you!” you yelled back.

“But I don’t want you getting hurt because I’m in love with you!” he burst out.

“You - what?” You didn’t know how to continue. Dean had completely thrown you off with this latest revelation.

“I’m in love with you,” he repeated. “And like an idiot, I thought that if I made you think you sucked at hunting, you’d give it up and you could be safe. I was wrong, okay? But I was only trying to protect you!”

“Dean, if you want to protect me, teach me to throw knives, or shield me from monsters or something,” you explained. “But this? Making me feel like shit? That’s only going to hurt me more, just in different ways.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he murmured, stepping towards you.

“I’m sure you are, Dean,” you told him, taking a step back. “But don’t just think that we can kiss and make up and all this can be forgotten. If you want to put this behind us, then you need to sort yourself out and start treating me with respect.” Dean smiled. “What?”

“It’s just, that’s exactly why I love you. You don’t take shit from anyone.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve put up with plenty from you in the past. But that stops now. You have to prove yourself to me.”

“Deal.”

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Can you write where the reader is with Dean and she goes with him and Sam on a hunt and a shifter steals her identity without them knowing, kidnaps the reader, and takes her place so that it can get in with the Winchesters but they start to realize something is off and pick up on the little things that the shifter does that the reader wouldn't and they have to find the reader and when they find her the shifter, which got away, is already there and they can't tell them apart anymore?

Anonymous

Hi. I’m so, so sorry you’ve had to wait so long for this. I just really didn’t know how to write this. But I hope I’ve done a good job on it!

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Y/N POV

“You ready?” Sam asked.

“Yep,” you replied, gripping the handle of your silver knife.

“You be careful, alright?” Dean said. “I don’t want you getting hurt. And remember, when we get inside the sewers, don’t go too far in. Let Sammy and I search for the shifter. You just be on guard in case we need a hand, alright?”

“Yes, Dean. I know. You’ve only gone over the plan a thousand times.”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Dean pulled you in for a kiss. “Alright. Let’s go.”

You did as Dean asked, hanging back just inside the entrance to the sewers. The boys had been gone for quite a few minutes and your feet were getting tired, but you didn’t dare lean back against the wall, for fear of getting sewer slime on you.

The sound of dripping rang out through the tunnels, and you desperately wished the boys would come back soon. The cold and stench of the sewers was really getting to you.

A footstep sounded out in the tunnel behind you. “Oh thank God,” you sighed. “I thought you guys would never -” You froze. It wasn’t Sam and Dean approaching you.

“That’s cute,” the shifter began, sauntering towards you. “You didn’t realise it was me. You know what else is cute? Those hunters you’re with. Sam and Dean, was it? I might just try to get a behind the scenes glimpse. Now let’s see. How could I possibly convince them to take me home with them? Hmm.” The shifter frowned, placing a finger on its chin in mock contemplation. “Oh, I know! I could always pretend to be you!”

“You bitch,” you spat. You charged towards it, bringing the knife up, ready to plunge it into her heart. However, at the last second, the shifter moved, hissing in pain as your knife grazed her forearm.

“You are so going to regret that.” In a flash, the shifter had you pinned to the ground, the knife clattering towards the other side of the tunnel.

“Get off me!” you grunted, thrusting your body upwards to push her off.

“I don’t think so.” The shifter turned you over and began to bind you with some rope from the floor of the tunnel. You struggled to free yourself, but the shifter was much stronger than you were expecting, as well as being in a better position than you.

“Y/N?” Dean called out.

“Show time,” the shifter murmured in your ear. She dragged you further into the tunnel, changing into you as she did. “I’m here!” she called out to Dean.

“You all right?”

“Yeah, sure,” she replied, moving back to the tunnel’s entrance. “Except that you guys took forever. It’s freezing down here. Not to mention the smell. Did you kill it?”

“No. We think it’s out going after another victim,” Sam replied, coming into view.

“I’m just glad you both are safe.” The shifter stepped over to Dean, running her hands up his chest and pulling him into a long, passionate kiss.

“Really, guys?” Sam complained.

“Shut up, Sam,” Dean responded. “Just lead the way up. We can come back another time.” As the brothers climbed up out of view, the shifter turned back, sending a taunting smirk in your direction.

Third Person POV

Dean flopped onto the motel’s bed. “God, I was hoping that’d be over already. I can’t believe we have to keep searching!”

“Yeah, and in the meantime, more people are probably going to die,” Sam added.

“Guys, shit happens. Don’t be too hard on yourself,” Y/N said.

“You’re right,” Dean answered. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed off. Did you want to take the shower first?”

“Yeah, sure,” Y/N replied, stepping into the small bathroom.

“Huh,” Sam said.

“What is it?”

“She forgot her body wash. She uses that religiously after every hunt.” He pulled it out of Y/N’s duffel bag, then knocked on the bathroom door. “Y/N?”

“What?” she called out over the noise of the shower.

“You forgot your body wash.”

“Oh. Thank you,” she answered, reaching her hand around the door to get it. When she’d pulled it back in and the door was shut, Dean turned to Sam.

“Sammy, does she seem different to you?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, for one thing, she forgot her body wash,” Dean explained. “And for another, did you see the way she acted in the car? She didn’t seem to know any words to the music, even though I’ve played those songs a thousand times. And did you see her just before we got out of the sewers? I mean, I’m not complaining or anything, but she doesn’t normally kiss me like that in front of you.”

“So what are you - crap,” Sam swore.

“You reckon she’s the shifter, too?” Dean confirmed, already moving towards the bathroom door.

“Definitely.”

Dean kicked down the bathroom door, moving aside to let Sam in with the knife. “Damn it!” Sam exclaimed.

“What is it?” Instead of answering, Sam just pointed towards the open window. “We better get moving then,” Dean added grimly, heading off in the direction of the Impala.

Y/N POV

Footsteps clattered down the ladder into the sewers. “Hello?” you called out. “Can someone help me?”

“Nope, it’s me again,” your voice called back.

“I have way too big a headache to deal with this,” you moaned, watching your own figure approach.

“There are ways to erase headaches,” the shifter smirked, the gleam of a blade coming from her right hand. When she got close to you, you swung your legs out, causing her to topple over, hitting her head against the wall.

You rolled across the floor, fumbling for the knife she had dropped. You finally managed to wrap your fingers around the handle, awkwardly manoeuvring the blade towards the rope binding your wrists. The shifter must have been in a hurry when she bound you, because the ropes fell away relatively quickly.

You leaped up, preparing to attack the shifter when a thump came from the sewer’s entrance. “Y/N? Are you down here?” Dean’s voice rang out.

“Dean!” you rushed forward, diving into his arms. Your voice came out muffled against his shoulder. “Thank God you’re here.”

“Sam. Dean,” the shifter croaked out feebly from the shadows of the tunnel. “Help me. The shifter…it attacked me. It had me tied up.”

Sam and Dean’s eyes darted back and forth between you and the shifter. “Uh, Dean? You might just want to think twice before you start stabbing anyone,” Sam warned.

“You mean, you don’t recognise me?” the shifter asked, stumbling into the faint light coming in from above. “Dean…it’s me. You have to believe me.”

Dean’s eyes were pained. “No,” you interjected. “You can’t just tie me up and make out with my boyfriend, and then try to take over my life. Because you know what? The boys aren’t the only badasses in this little trio. I’m pretty good too, even if I say so myself.” You turned to Dean. “Cut me.”

“What?”

“I said cut me!” you repeated impatiently. “It’s the only way to prove I’m not a shifter.” Dean eyed you warily, before grabbing your arm and pulling it closer.

“No,” the shifter cried out, darting forward. Sam grabbed her, holding her back while Dean dragged the knife across your arm. When nothing unusual happened, he spun around, lashing out at the shifter with the knife. It sunk into her chest, sending her body crumpling into ground.

“Thank you for saving me,” you whispered, pulling Dean into your arms for a second time. When he didn’t respond, you pulled back. “Dean? What’s wrong?”

“It looks like you,” he whispered, his gaze fixated on the shifter. “I stabbed a shifter, and now your body is lying on the ground with a knife sticking out of your chest.”

“Dean, look at me. Dean,” you demanded, turning his face to look at you. “It does look like me. But it’s not. I am right here, touching you. Can you feel that, my warmth? That’s because I’m still alive. I’m safe, and it’s because of you.”

Dean continued staring at you for another few moments, before pulling you tightly against him. “Promise me I’ll never have to see your body lying on the ground like that,” he murmured, clutching you tightly.

“I promise.”

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Hi (: May I have an imagine where Sam has a dream about Dean's ex girlfriend getting killed by a demon. They go to save her and Dean had an argument with her about leaving but they stop fighting and give their relationship a try. Thank You!

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Hi. Thanks for the request. I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get around to writing it!

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Sam shot up in bed, sweat glistening on his forehead. Light was barely streaking in through the gap between the curtains, revealing a sparsely furnished motel room.

“You alright, Sammy?” Dean asked. “You have another nightmare or something?”

“Dean…I think I had another vision,” Sam gasped out.

“What?” Dean put his coffee mug down on the table. “Sammy, I thought that all ended when we killed Azazel.”

“Yeah, well, apparently not,” Sam answered bitterly.

“So what did you see, anyway?”

“I saw a demon torturing and murdering a woman.”

“What’s so special about her?” Dean asked. “I mean, why are you dreaming about her? After all these years, why is this woman the one you have a vision about?”

“Dean…it was Y/N,” Sam replied slowly.

Dean’s face blanched. “Like, my ex girlfriend, Y/N?”

“The one and only.” Sam got out of bed and started throwing some things into his duffel. “Can you pass me the keys to the Impala?”

“Why would I give you Baby’s keys?”

Sam looked at Dean in exasperation. “So I can go help her. Did you honestly expect me to just leave her to die?”

“Of course not!” Dean responded in indignation. “I just don’t see why I should give you the keys when I’ll be driving.”

Sam eyed Dean. “I just didn’t figure you’d want to go. Not after the break up and all.”

“Sammy,” Dean said. “We broke up. That doesn’t mean I… Never mind. Let’s go.”

—-

Y/N POV

You stirred in the egg, humming as you combined the cake batter. A thumping sound from the living room made you turn around, frowning to yourself. You wondered if perhaps the wind had knocked something over, but you were sure that you’d shut all the windows.

You wandered through to the next room, looking around cautiously. However, you stopped dead when you saw a woman standing there. “Can I - can I help you?”

A wicked grin spread across the stranger’s face. “I reckon so.” Her eyes flicked black, causing you to emit a short scream.

You backed up, heading towards the kitchen to get some salt. Even though your relationship with Dean hadn’t worked out, you’d be an idiot not to remember the things he’d taught you about monsters, and not try to defend yourself. For a moment, you wished Dean was here. He would’ve known what to do.

“Trying to escape from me? I don’t think so.” The demon lunged for you, knocking you to the ground.

“Get off me!” you screamed. Your eyes widened in fear as she pulled out a knife.

“Maybe later,” she answered. Suddenly, her body seized up, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her whole body flashed with orange light.

You frantically wrestled her body off you once it went limp, crawling away from it as fast as you could.

“You okay?” A hand came to rest lightly on your shoulder.

“Don’t touch me!” you screamed, pushing it off you. Looking up, you found yourself face to face with a familiar pair of green eyes. “Dean?”

“Hey, Y/N. Long time no see,” he joked.

“Yes, well. There was a reason for that,” you answered, easing yourself off the ground. “In fact, I was kind of hoping the time would be even longer. Although I am glad you showed up when you did. So thank you for that.”

“No problem. But are you okay? Did it hurt you?” he asked, running his eyes over you in concern.

“I’m fine, Dean,” you answered shortly. “Why are you here?”

“Sammy had a vision of the attack. We came to save you,” he explained.

“Where is Sam?”

“He went out to the car. He thought he’d give us some privacy to talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you replied stiffly.

“For you, maybe. But I have a lot of questions. Why did you leave. I thought…I thought things were going well. And then one day you just decide to pack your bags and leave?”

“It wasn’t like that.”

“Really? Because it sure seemed that way to me.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Dean, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You don’t want to talk about? Well that’s great and all, but right now, I could really use some answers.”

Rage boiled up inside you. “You want answers, Dean? Here’s one. I thought I was going to get you killed because I’d hold you back due to my lack of hunting abilities! How about another? Everywhere we went, there was always some pretty girl who was all over you and I knew that one day, you’d reciprocate their feelings. And for another thing, you always talked about how ‘hunters can’t have relationships’ and all that crap. I hear you talk about how things didn’t work out with Lisa and Ben. I hear Sam talking about what happened to Jess. I figured you’d just break things off with me eventually to avoid all that crap!”

Dean gaped at you. “Did you really think all that?”

“Yes, Dean, I did. And why wouldn’t I? It’s true, isn’t it?”

“Maybe, if it weren’t for the fact that I love you!” he burst out.

“Present tense,” you murmured.

“What was that?”

You cleared your throat. “You said 'love’. That’s present tense,” you repeated, a little louder this time. “Is it true? Do you still love me? After all these months?”

“I never stopped.”

“Then why didn’t you do something? Why didn’t you come racing after me in the Impala with your stupid music blaring out of the speakers?” you choked out, the lump in your throat making it hard for you to speak. “Why didn’t you pick up your phone and greet me with some cheesy pick up line that would make everything okay again?”

“Because I didn’t think you wanted me to,” Dean murmured, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

“I waited for you, Dean.”

“I’m here now. Is that enough?”

“It’s been so long,” you whispered.

“I know, Y/N. Believe me, I know. I felt every day that you weren’t there. But can we at least try again? Because if you give me another chance, I swear I’ll never make you wait again.”

Slowly, you nodded. “Yes, Dean. We can.”

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Oh goodness, you're an amazing writer! I was wondering if you can do an imagine where reader is overweight (but still able to kick ass and hunt things) and she's just feeling super depressed about her looks (cause she always notices Sam and Dean picking up skinny model types at the bars) and Dean notices she's feeling sad and he comforts her and they end up getting together and it's super fluffy? Sorry for the long request. haha. I love you! <3

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Hi. You’re so sweet! And I’m so sorry it’s taken me ages to write this. I’ve just been really busy with school. But I hope it was worth the wait!

Warnings: Reader is a bit self-conscious about her weight.

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“What were you after?” the blonde bartender asks Dean, leaning forward so that her chest is in full display.

“That depends. What’s your specialty?” Dean replies, equally flirtatious.

“Anything you want.”

“Can I get a coke, please?” you cut in.

The bartender’s eyes flicked to you briefly. “Sure.”

As she walked away to get your drink, you couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly toned body. If this girl wanted to, she could easily be payed to walk the runways of Paris. She just had that kind of figure.

You gazed down at your own body self-consciously. Years of hunting ensured that you were reasonably fit but you knew that it probably wouldn’t hurt to lose a couple of kilos. Unfortunately, you just weren’t built in the same way that the bartender was. You weren’t built like the kind of girls Dean liked.

When the bartender handed you your drink, you pushed away from the bar, muttering, “I’ll just leave you guys to it.” You went and sat down in the corner, the sounds of the bartender’s flirtatious laughter occasionally reaching you over the noise of the bar.

Five minutes later, you were staring into the depths of your drink when someone sat down in the chair opposite you.

You looked up, preparing to tell whoever it was that you weren’t interested, when you realised who it was sitting opposite you.

“Okay. What’s up?” Dean asked.

“What makes you think something’s up?”

“For one thing, you’re sitting in the corner on your own over here. For another, I have never known you to shut up in all the time I’ve known you. But tonight, I’ve barely heard a word out of you. What gives?”

“Did you get her number?” you asked abruptly.

“What?” Dean queried, startled with the sudden change of subject.

“The bartender,” you explained. “Did you get her number?”

“Um, I think I might have it written down somewhere…”

“Of course you do. Because she’s blonde and pretty and can pull off wearing tight clothes. She’s practically a model. And I’m not,” you added on bitterly.

“What’s all this about?” Dean questioned.

“Dean, I’m not blind. You have a type. Sam too. You both go for the pretty girls, who are rake thin. And that’s fine and all, but sometimes, you know…”

“No, I don’t know.”

“Sometimes it’s just hard not being that type!” you burst out.

“That’s what this is about? You think I could never be interested in you because you don’t have the ‘perfect’ body?”

“I don’t think it. I know it.”

“Well, Y/N, I hope you haven’t put any money on that. Because you know what? Yeah, the waitress is hot. But do you think she could take down a werewolf in hand to hand combat? Do you think she could cleanly slice the head off a vampire? Do you think she’d be prepared to put her life on the line every day in order to protect people she’s never met?”

“Well, no, but -”

“No buts,” Dean interrupted. “I want you to listen to me very carefully. That girl over there? She caught my eye, sure, but I’ve only known her for ten minutes or something. This time next week, I probably won’t even remember her name. But you, on the other hand…Y/N, you’ve never stopped catching my eye.”

“You…what?” Your heart was rattling the bars of its cell, threatening to break free from your ribcage. “What are you saying, Dean?”

“What I’m saying is that, yeah, you probably wouldn’t have caught my eye if we’d met for 10 minutes in a bar. But we didn’t meet in a bar. We met on a hunt. And I’m forever grateful for that because if we’d crossed paths in any other way, I wouldn’t know you the way I do. And if I didn’t know you the way I do, I wouldn’t love you,” Dean explained.

“You love me?” you squeaked out.

“Is it really that surprising?” he joked.

“Well, a little. I mean, I just wouldn’t have thought you’d ever be interested in someone like me -”

“Y/N, why do you say, 'someone like me’ as though it’s a bad thing? Because in my opinion, it’s one of the best things there is.”

“Are you for real?” you asked.

“Yep. And I’m also still waiting on an answer.”

“To what?” you asked in confusion.

“Well, I told you how I feel about you. So now would probably be a good time to confess your undying love for me…” he trailed off nervously.

You grinned. “If that’s what you want, then I guess I can probably let you have that,” you teased, before growing serious once more. “But seriously, Dean. I do feel the same way about you. I always have.”

You were prevented from saying anything more as Dean’s lips captured your own, stealing all the words they needed to hear.

You pulled back, giggling. “What is it?” Dean asked.

“Before I told you how I felt, you were nervous,” you explained. “I made Dean Winchester nervous!”

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