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Can you do an imagine where you're a demon, but Dean loves you and can't decided whether or not he should kill you or let you live

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Hey! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to write this but I hope you like it!

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You were taking the weapons back to the Impala when Dean came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured in your ear.

“Dean! You know I get jealous when you talk to your car when you’re with me!” you teased. Dean laughed, a low rumble.

“You were pretty badass taking down those vamps,” he said.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, twisting around to face him.

“Definitely. You were very sexy.” You grinned up at him. “I’ve been thinking,” he continued.

“Don’t exert yourself,” you interrupted with a smirk. Dean swatted your arm playfully.

“Anyway,” he went on. “You should come with me. To the bunker. Sam’s back there and he said he misses you.”

You went cold. “I’m not sure that that’s the best idea…”

“Why not? We’ve been going out for a while and I just thought you might like to see it…” he trailed off.

You bit your lip. You had no idea how to say no without offending him or having to tell him why you couldn’t go. And there was no way you were going to explain that.

“Alright,” you agreed reluctantly. “Let’s go.”

Dean beamed at you, opening up the passenger side door for you.

The whole car trip, all you could think about was what you were going to tell Dean when you made it back to the bunker. You didn’t know how to tell him that you couldn’t enter it. You didn’t know how to tell him that you were a demon.

In your opinion, it was way too soon before Dean stopped the car. “Here it is!” he announced.

You stepped out of the car slowly. “Dean, I can’t go in there,” you told him as he went and opened the door. He looked at you in confusion.

“Why not?” he asked.

You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “Dean, I can’t enter the bunker because it’s warded.”

“I don’t understand. Why would that be an issue?”

“Because it’s warded against demons.”

Quick as lightning, Dean had you pinned against the Impala at knifepoint. “What have you done to Y/N?” he growled.

“Dean…you don’t understand. I am the demon.”

Betrayal flashed across Dean’s face and he staggered back. “What?”

“I just wanted to be normal, Dean. And I couldn’t tell you that I was a demon because you’d kill me,” you explained.

“Damn right! You’re just lucky I haven’t already!”

You flinched at his words. “What, was that supposed to make me feel sorry for you?” he demanded. “Whose body is this, anyway? Whose life did you steal?”

“Dean, it’s not like that! This body…they were clinically dead when I took over. You have to believe me!” you pleaded.

“Believe you? After you lied to me for months? Is that really what you expected me to do after finding out that the person I love is a demon?”

“The person that you…love?” you whispered.

“I can’t believe I was such an idiot!” he yelled, apparently having not heard you. “Every time we went on a demon hunt, you said you didn’t want to come because you have had ‘bad experiences’ with demons in the past? Hell, you are the bad experience with demons!”

It would have hurt less if he’d stabbed you. “Dean, do you think I want to be a demon? You’ve been to Hell. You know what it’s like there. Do you honestly think anyone would like that? Just because I’m a demon, doesn’t mean I can’t feel things.”

“Is that supposed to make me forgive you? To make me forget that everything that happened between us was a lie?” Dean demanded to know.

“Dean, none of what happened between us was a lie. I love you. With everything in me.”

“You’re a demon,” he spat. “You aren’t capable of love.”

“And yet something about you made me feel it.”

You looked into Dean’s eyes and saw his resolve slowly crumble away, leaving a raw vulnerability in its place. “How do I know you’re not screwing with my head?”

“You don’t, Dean. You’ve just got to trust your heart. Trust me,” you implored.

Dean took a step towards you. “Please don’t start doing any demonic crap,” he asked. “Please don’t hurt me,” he added in a broken whisper.

“Dean, I’d never do that,” you promised. “Somehow, against all odds, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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Can I request an imagine where the reader hunt with Garth and the Winchester come help and after they've finished, Dean tell her that he think he's falls in love with her and he asks her to come hunting with him and Sammy ? Thanks !

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

Also, since my last post, I hit 200 followers! I’m so excited! Thank you all so much!

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“So when are these new hunters supposed to be meeting us?” you asked Garth.

“Any time now. They said - there they are!” Garth exclaimed. “Sam! Dean! Over here!”

The two hunters came over to your booth in the diner and Garth gave each of them a hug. Pulling away, he introduced you. “Y/N, this is Sam,” he gestured to the taller one, “and this is Dean.”

Your eyes passed over Sam and then shifted to Dean. Your breath caught in your throat. You’d met plenty of other hunters in your time but none of them had looked like that…

“Hi,” Sam said, snapping you out of your trance.

“Oh, um, hi,” you replied, flustered. You could’ve sworn you saw Dean smirk.

“So what have you got on the case so far?” Dean asked.

“Quite a lot actually,” Garth replied. “Maybe we could have lunch and then go back to our motel and we’ll show you all we’ve got?”

“Sounds good,” Sam said.

“Yeah,” Dean agreed. “I’m starving. I’m gonna get me some pie!”

After he’d gone off, you turned to Sam, who had sat down beside you. “Does he always get that excited about pie?”

“Pretty much,” he replied, calling a waitress over to order a burger.

“Y/N,” Dean said, coming back and sitting down.

“Yeah?”

“Garth says you’re a pretty good hunter.”

“One of the best,” Garth chimed in. You smiled appreciatively at him.

“I must say, I’m looking forward to seeing you in action,” Dean continued. “How did you get into the life, anyway?”

You looked down at your plate.

“Shit,” Dean said. “Look, Y/N, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry. We can talk about something else.”

“No, it’s fine,” you assured him. “Actually, I was possessed by a demon and I killed a lot of people. And then the demon left me for dead. I think that was its idea of fun. But then Garth found me and helped me, and I asked him to teach me how to fight those things, because no one deserves to go through that.”

“How long ago was this?” Sam asked gently.

“I’ve been working with Garth for about 6 months, I think.”

“Well now that we’ve all had lunch, why don’t we go back and tell you what we’ve got on the case?” Garth suggested. You looked up at him, trying to express how grateful you were for the change in subject. He nodded back at you to show he’d gotten the message.

“Yeah, sure,” Dean said. “We’ll follow you in the Impala.”

—-

The four of you were back at your motel and Garth had just finished explaining the spirit case.

“So I guess you could say that this ghost is dead serious about getting back at his victims, huh?” Dean said.

Sam rolled his eyes, but you giggled. Noticing this, Dean grinned. “You liked that?”

You shook your head, struggling to talk between laughter. “It’s…just…so…bad!” you gasped out.

“You still laughed though,” Dean pointed out.

“Very true,” you answered with a smile, catching Dean’s eyes with your own.

“Shall we go take down this spirit, then?” Sam interjected.

“Sure! Let’s go,” Garth said happily, walking out to his car. After another quick smile in Dean’s direction, you followed him out.

—-

An hour later, you were standing over a burning grave.

“One day, we should bring marshmallows,” Dean said in your ear.

You burst out laughing. “That’s disgusting! They’d have essence of dead guy on them!”

“But they’d have a smoky flavour.”

You grinned up at him. “You’re ridiculous, Dean Winchester.”

“Let’s go load up the cars,” Sam said. He and Garth headed towards the vehicles but as you turned to follow them, Dean’s arm reached out and touched the crook of your elbow.

“Wait,” he said. You turned and looked at him expectantly.

When he didn’t say anything, you prompted him. “What is it?”

“I’ve been thinking… I mean, I know you and Garth hunt together but maybe…maybe you might wanna try something different? Would you like to come hunting with Sammy and I? I totally get it if you don’t want to, that’s cool. I mean -”

“Dean,” you interrupted. “I’d love to.”

Dean’s face broke out into a grin. “Oh thank God. I would’ve looked like an idiot if you’d said no.”

“Well, I didn’t.” You were about to go to the car when a thought struck you. “Dean, why did you ask?”

All of a sudden, Dean couldn’t meet your eyes. “I - You - I just -”

“Dean. Spit it out.”

He looked up at you. “I really like you, Y/N, and I want to see where this could go if we try it out.”

You grinned up at him. “I was hoping you’d say something like that,” you told him, pulling him down for a kiss.

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Can you make a one shot where the reader is Dean's girlfriend. And they have really strong relationship. But after a big fight with Dean she and Sam leave him. And after like month they find out that bobby is really sick. When they arrive at hospital they meet Dean. And the reader and Dean realise how they miss each other. And without any words they just cuddle and kissing. Flufffffff fluffff fluffffff ;)

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Hey. Sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after! It’s a bit rushed it think and it’s really long but I couldn’t spend any more time fixing it because I have to study for a maths test and finish my geography assignment.

Warnings: Minor language, a huge fight.

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You were waiting in the bunker for the boys to get back from their hunt.

“Sam? Dean?” you called out upon hearing footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Honey, we’re home!” Dean called back jokingly.

You ran into the room and threw your arms around the two of them.

“I take it you missed us?” Sam laughed.

“You were gone for 2 weeks! Of course I missed you!” you replied, tucking yourself into Dean’s side.

Noticing this, Sam said, “I’m gonna go put my stuff in my room and get cleaned up.”

“Ok. Cya!” you answered as Dean lead you over to the lounge.

“I missed you, baby,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You looked up into his eyes. “I missed you too, Dean.”

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “What’s wrong, Dean?”

“I, uh, I got you something.”

“Like a present?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.

“Yeah,” he answered. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a woven bracelet. “I mean, it’s not much but I saw it and I thought of you and -”

“Dean,” you cut him off. “I love it.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Of course,” you replied, leaning in for a kiss. When you pulled back, you added, “Maybe when I start going on hunts, I can bring stuff back for you!”

Dean stiffened. “What is it? Did I say something wrong?” you questioned.

“You’re not going on any hunts. Ever,” Dean stated firmly.

“Excuse me? And why not?”

“Because it’s dangerous.”

“So? You do it,” you pointed out.

“That’s different. I’m trained.”

“And? You could give me a bit of training.”

“It’s not going to happen!” Dean yelled. You were both on your feet now.

“Is it too much to ask to learn how to protect myself and the people I love?” you yelled back.

“Yes, it is! Because you shouldn’t have to when I’m around!”

“Well, you aren’t always around!” you responded.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean’s voice was steadily getting louder.

“It means that half the time, you,” you jabbed a finger at his chest, “are always gone and I’m left on my own!”

Dean was breathing heavily. “You know what? If you’re so sure you can look after yourself, why don’t you take off then? See what things are like on your own!”

“Dean!” You turned to see a shocked Sam standing in the doorway. “What the hell?”

“No, Sam, he’s right. I think I will go off on my own.”

“Fine,” Dean said.

“Fine!” you answered, storming off to your room to pack your bags. When you came back out, Sam and Dean were standing in the same positions.

—-

You had left and were just starting up your car when Sam appeared by the passenger door.

“You can’t convince me to stay,” you told him.

“I’m not trying to,” he answered, throwing his bag into the bag seat and climbing into the car beside you. “I’m joining you.”

“I don’t want you to come with me out of pity,” you said in a withering voice.

“Y/N, this isn’t pity. This is me hating to see my best friend alone and upset, and wanting to help her. Besides, Dean’s being a jerk. He needs time alone to cool off.”

“Alright then,” you said after a moment of thought. “Thank you, Sam,” you murmured as an afterthought.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.”

—-

A month later, you were in your motel room while Sam went to pick up some breakfast when your phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Is this Y/N Y/L/N?” an unfamiliar voice asked from the other end of the line.

“Yes,” you replied warily. “Who is this? How did you get this number?”

“My name is Jenny. I work at Sioux Falls General Hospital. We have a patient here named Bobby Singer. He’s very ill. Your number was listed as one of his emergency contacts,” she explained.

You felt like the bottom had gone out of your world. “Miss Y/L/N? Are you there?”

Coming back to your senses, you demanded, “What’s wrong with him? Will he be okay?”

“We’re still running some tests. We can’t tell you any more than that until we know what’s going on.”

“We’ll be there in a few hours,” you said, ending the call.

“Y/N?” Sam called, coming back in. When he saw you, he dumped the food on the table and rushed towards you. “What’s happened? Why are you shaking?”

“It’s Bobby.”

—-

Five hours later, you were rushing to the reception desk of the hospital.

“What room is Bobby Singer in?” Sam asked frantically.

“Room 232,” the receptionist replied. “But there’s another visitor in there at the moment…”

You ignored the rest of her words as you and Sam dashed off to go see Bobby.

“Bobby?” you asked, moving to his bedside and grabbing one of his hands. It wasn’t until then that you realised someone was on the other side of Bobby’s unconscious body, clutching his other hand.

“Dean,” you whispered, the colour draining from your face.

“Y/N,” he replied, looking shocked to see you again.

As you struggled to come up with something to say, a doctor entered the room. “This looks like a popular ward!” he said cheerfully. The three of you turned to look at him.

“Have the tests come back?” Sam asked.

“They have,” the doctor nodded. “I think you’ll be pleased to know that Mr Singer here has pneumonia, but is expected to make a full recovery.” He must have misinterpreted the tension in the room, because he added, “I’ll just give you a moment to discuss this,” before bustling out of the room.

Sam glanced between you and Dean. “I’ll just go and ask him a couple of questions,” he said, following the doctor out of the room.

When you were alone, Dean said, “So…how have you been?”

“Good. You?” you asked politely.

“I’m good.” There was an awkward pause. “You know what?” Dean continued. You glanced up, startled. “I’m not good. I’m all alone in that bunker and it’s my own fault. All I can think about is what I said to you. I’m so sorry. I was a dick, Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just…I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt, especially not because I brought you into this lifestyle.”

You stood there, stunned. You didn’t know how to reply. “Say something,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry, too,” you replied. “I should have just spoken to you like a normal person instead of blowing up at you.”

“Will you have me back?” Dean asked after a moment, his expression vulnerable.

You nodded, going towards him and wrapping your arms around him.

The two of you stood there like that for several minutes. Neither of you said anything, you just basked in the warmth of each other’s embrace. Finally, Dean leaned down to kiss you.

It was a slow kiss, a promise. It was a message, telling all the unspoken words between you. It was a kiss that said, “I love you.”

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Could you write an imagine where Dean was scared (season 4 ep. 6) and when he's almost dying reader comforts him but he hurts her on accident and she runs away and gets kidnapped by demons? Then Dean (w/ Sam) rescue her (most Dean) and then fluff? :)

Anonymous

Hi! I absolutely love this episode so thank you for the request. I’m so sorry it took so long! I’ve just had a lot of homework and assignments at school. Anyway, I hope it’s what you were after!

Warning: There’s a bit of language in this.

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“Dean, listen to me. It’s not real, alright? None of what you’re seeing is real!” you said in an attempt to calm Dean down.

“They’re after me!” Dean cried out, the panic gripping him like a vice.

“Listen to me. You’re fine. Everything’s fine. Just breathe, alright?” you assured him. “Just try to match my breaths, okay? Sam will have all this sorted out soon. Don’t worry.”

Dean started to breathe with you and after a minute or two, you noticed that he had calmed down marginally.

“That’s good, Dean. Keep that up.”

At the sound of your voice, Dean looked up again.

“Get away from me!” he yelled, pushing you away. “Get out of Y/N, you son of a bitch!”

“What the hell, Dean?” you exclaimed, catching yourself on the wall of the motel.

Dean grabbed the demon knife. “You heard me! Get out of Y/N or I’ll send you straight back to Hell!”

“Dean - I’m not a demon!”

“Do I really look like that much of an idiot? Get out of her!” Dean came up and pinned you against the wall, the knife hovering above your chest.

“Dean?” you whispered, your voice cracking. You tried again. “Dean, it’s me. Please, you have to believe me! This is just the fear making you see things. It’s me, i swear!”

“Shut up!” Dean yelled, plunging the knife into your arm.

You cried out in pain. “Get off me!”

You raised your leg and kneed Dean in the groin. Taking advantage of his surprise and pain, you pushed him off you and sprinted for the door.

It wasn’t until you were at least two blocks away that you began to slow down and catch your breath. You hated yourself for leaving Dean right now, with the fear taking over his brain, but you couldn’t stay there. The blood running down your arm was proof of that.

“In a hurry, are we?” A voice asked from just behind you.

You turned around to find yourself face to face with a man. As you looked at him, his eyes flashed black for a moment.

His arm lashed out and you only had time to think that all your weapons and your phone were back at the motel before the demon made contact with your head and the darkness sucked you in.

—–

“Finally. She wakes,” you heard through a curtain of fog surrounding your brain.

Blinking several times to orient yourself, you looked around and saw that you were tied to a chair in an old shed. The demon stood in front of you, twirling the knife between his fingers.

“What do you want with me?” you asked tugging your hands apart to test the strength of your bonds.

“You’re very direct, aren’t you? No use beating around the bush with you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Look, if you’re just going to be a dick, can we perhaps cut this little meeting short? I’ve got places to be.” You hoped that by matching his casual tone, he wouldn’t realise how truly scared you were.

“Oh, this meeting will definitely be cut short,” the demon assured you. “But perhaps not in the way you’re hoping for.”

“Just tell me what you want with me,” you repeated, feeling your heart rate pick up a little at the sight of the knife inching towards you.

“A little birdie told me that you’ve had a bit to do with the angels. Is that right?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me!” the demon shouted, throwing his fist into your face. “I want to know their plans.”

“Please, I don’t know anything! They haven’t given me any information!”

“I don’t believe you,” he sneered.

“You have to believe me! They’ve kept me in the dark,” you pleaded with him, your cheek throbbing from where he’d hit you.

“If you won’t tell me anything voluntarily, I’ll just have to make you -”

“Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!”

“Dean?” you called out timidly. Part of you was filled with relief that help had arrived but another part, a rather big one, couldn’t stop thinking that this might still be the Dean who had attacked you.

“It’s me, baby. It’s me. I’m all better,” he assured you, coming over to untie you while Sam took down the demon and exorcised him.

“Dean,” you whispered, your eyes filling with tears as he freed you from the ropes that were binding you.

“Hey, baby, don’t cry. Everything’s fine,” he murmured, cupping his hands around your face and wiping your tears with his thumb. “I’m so, so sorry. What I did…I can never forgive myself for hurting you like that. I was seeing all these scary things, but thinking you were possessed…that was the scariest,” Dean explained, his voice cracking on the last part.

“Hey,” you said, bringing your hand up to rest on his. “It’s fine, Dean. I know it wasn’t your fault. I’m just glad that you’re back and everything’s okay.”

“Me too, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Me too.”

~~~~~

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Mar 5

could you do a one shot where the reader is dating dean and they're laying in bed and it's extra fluffy and gets sexual?

Thank you for your request. Sorry for the wait! I don’t actually write smut so I sort of implied that sort of thing. I haven’t written much of that sort of thing before, so I hope it turned out alright!

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You snuggled into Dean’s chest. “I love you, Dean,” you told him.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replied, reaching up to stroke your hair.

“I wish we could spend more time like this,” you sighed.

“Hmm?”

“It just seems like we’re always running from something or fighting someone. I just wish there were more moments like this. Just you and me, being able to relax without some monster getting in the way of things,” you elaborated.

“I know what you mean, baby. Sometimes I wish we could just stay like this forever, that we could just pause the rest of the world and never get out of bed,” Dean responded.

“What would we do in bed all day?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“I could think of a few things…” Dean said, his fingers trailing along your side.

“What sort of things?” you giggled, getting ticklish.

Dean moved so that he was hovering above you. “We could do this,” he said, leaning down to press his lips to yours.

“What else?” you asked when he pulled away.

“Well…” Dean teased. “There’s this.”

He began planting kisses down your neck.

“Any other ideas?” you gasped out.

He pulled the strap of your tank top down and began covering your collarbone with his lips. “How about this?” he asked between kisses.

You sighed in pleasure.

“You know,” you began, wrapping your legs around him, “I think we could probably keep ourselves busy for a day,” you finished off as you pulled his face down to yours.

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Hi! Could I have a Dean Winchester imagine, please? Where Dean meets me (a hunter)? That would be really cool, thanks. :)

Anonymous

Hi! Thanks for your request. Here is your imagine. I hope you like it!

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You were sitting at the bar, exhausted. You had just driven over 6 hours to deal with a seriously evil spirit, only to find that the case had already been dealt with by the time you got there.

You took another swig of your drink and heard the door to the bar opening. You turned around and saw two men walking in. They were both pretty good looking but you found your eyes drawn to the shorter of the two, who looked slightly older.

Turning back to the counter, you overheard part of their conversation.

“I thought for a minute there we wouldn’t be able to finish that one off,” one of the men said.

“Are you kidding me, Sammy?” the other replied. “That spirit was nothing compared to some of the sons of bitches we’ve taken down in the past. We totally had it covered.”

At that point, the conversation cut off and a minute later, you found out why. The shorter of the two, the one you’d just been checking out, had sat down beside you.

“Hey. I’m Dean,” he said with a cocky grin.

“Y/N,” you replied. “So you’re the one who stole my case.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dean answered.

“Don’t play dumb. I heard you and your friend over there talking about it,” you told him with a nod in the direction of the taller man.

Dean followed your gaze. “That’s my brother, Sam. So I take it you’re a hunter then, huh?”

“I am,” you answered. “I’m also kinda pissed because somebody took my case.”

“What makes it your case?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Let’s see,” you replied. “I’ve been doing a lot of research into the history of this town, looking at past hauntings and stuff. Then I find a recent article about some suspicious deaths, so I drive 6 hours to get here, on very little sleep I might add. But when I arrive, I find that there’s nothing left for me to deal with. So you can see why I might’ve been a bit possessive over this case,” you finished.

“Well, Y/N, my brother and I are very sorry about that,” Dean told you.

“Really?” you questioned, doubt evident in your voice.

“We’re deeply regretful,” he answered with mock sincerity. “But maybe I could make it up to you,” he continued, leaning in towards you with a flirty grin.

“And how do you suppose you’ll do that?” you asked him, meeting his flirtation with some flirting of your own.

“I can think of a few things,” he told you with a heart-stopping smirk. “How ‘bout I start by buying you a drink?”

“That could work,” you replied, settling in for what you could tell would be a good evening.

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