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I love your writing and I was wondering if I could have one with Dean and the reader is caught on a hunt? Thanks :)

Anonymous

Hi. I hope this was what you meant! And sorry I didn’t post this earlier. It’s just Saturday night, I was out all day and Supanova and then I went to a party, so I didn’t get home until 11:15pm. And then yesterday, I had homework, and then I finished Faking It, started Teen Wolf and watched more Once Upon A Time. But I mean it this time! I’m going to go back to my regular updates again!

~~~~~

You sat on the edge of the footpath, shivering under the blanket that the paramedics had given you for shock. The edges of the blanket were clutched tightly in your hands, pulled tightly together underneath your chin. When the emergency services had arrived, you’d told them all about the attack, how the creature had leapt forward, pinning the man down under its weight. How the man had gone limp, his face turning pale as the blood made its way from his body. How you’d been standing on the other side of the road, waiting for the bus when you saw it happen.

But that was only the half of it. The one thing you hadn’t mentioned, which you couldn’t even make sense of yourself, was the fact that the creature you had mentioned wasn’t really a creature at all. It was a woman.

She’d emerged from the trees lining the road, her eyes fixed on the man. She hadn’t even noticed you watching as she lunged forward, her teeth extending out from her mouth, burying themselves in the man’s neck.

If you were living between the pages of a book, you knew that this would be the part where the protagonist is introduced to the world of the supernatural, when they see this attack and demand answers. The part where they find out that vampires are real.

But this wasn’t a book. The movies are fiction. None of this was real - you must’ve just imagined the whole thing. And yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this had just looked so real. And try as you might, you couldn’t come up with any other plausible explanation for what you’d just seen.

“Hey.” You looked up, finding two men in suits approaching you. “I’m Agent Angus. This is my partner, Agent Young. We’re with the FBI.”

“Really? The FBI are involved? Wow. I didn’t realise that you guys investigated this sort of thing,” you said, glancing between the two men.

“Well, we were passing through and thought we’d better check it out,” the shorter of the two explained.

“I heard that you were on the other side of the road when the attack took place,” the taller agent said. “Could you tell us what you saw? Any details you can provide will be really helpful.”

You froze under their watchful stares. How the hell were you supposed to tell them what had just happened without being written off as crazy? And it wasn’t like these were small town cops - they were the FBI. “I…um-I didn’t really see much,” you lied. “I heard a scream so I looked up and I just saw him lying there with blood smeared everywhere.”

“Did you see what attacked the man?” the taller man asked patiently.

“No, I didn’t,” you replied, avoiding their eyes. In your peripheral vision, you could see them turn to look at one another, and the shorter man muttered something to the taller man, who nodded and walked off.

“Hey,” the remaining FBI agent said, crouching down in front of you. “My name’s Dean, and I can tell you that whatever you saw, whatever you think happened, I’m not gonna think you’re crazy.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” you questioned shakily.

“Look,” Dean began, “I have seen a lot of weird crap in my time. And trust me, nothing about this attack seems normal. And whatever killed that guy, it’s going to be very dangerous, and a lot more people could end up like him,” he said, nodding towards the sheet-covered stretcher that the paramedics were carting off. “Please. Tell me.”

You don’t know what it was. Maybe it was the pleading tone in his voice, or the fact that he acknowledged that the attack you’d just witnessed was far from ordinary. But whatever it was, you felt safe around him, so you decided to trust him. “I was just standing there, waiting for the bus to come and this…this woman just lunged at the man, and-and she just pinned him underneath her body and it was like she drank his blood or something and I know that makes no sense but that’s what I saw.” Throughout your recount, you’d gradually gotten more and more worked up, to the point where you couldn’t say anymore because your throat had closed up.

“It’s okay,” Dean told you, shifting so that he sat on the curb beside you, rubbing a soothing hand in circles on your back. “What you saw? That was a vampire. My brother and I…we hunt that kind of thing. Stop them hurting people. And I know that it seems overwhelming right now, but everything’s going to work out alright. Sam and I are going to kill this thing, and then you can forget all about it and go back to living your life.”

“What did you mean by ‘that kind of thing?’” you hiccuped, wiping your eyes with the hem of your sleeve.

“Huh?”

“You said 'that kind of thing,’” you explained. “That would imply that there are other things like that out there. What are they?”

“Uh, well…” Dean started, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “There are werewolves, wendigoes, demons, angels -”

“Hang on,” you interrupted incredulously. “You hunt angels?”

“Believe it or not, they aren’t all as great as they’re cracked up to be,” Dean replied frankly.

“So tell me more about them, then. Because you sound like you’re crazy, but what I saw before was crazier, so I can’t really judge.”

“Now really isn’t the best time…” Dean said.

“Oh. Right. Sorry, I’m being stupid. I’m sure you and your brother are really busy.” You lowered your gaze, trying to hide your embarrassment from him. Of course he wasn’t going to sit around explaining his life to you. Why would you ever think otherwise?

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he hastily assured you. “It’s just that Sam and I have to sort this out. But maybe…tonight we could…go out somewhere? And I’ll explain it to you over drinks?” he asked nervously.

“Like a date?” you asked shyly.

“Well, if you wanted it to be,” Dean replied.

You smiled, the first time you had done so since witnessing the attack. “I think I’d like that.”

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Jun 5

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

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

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

I hope you like it!

~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah?”

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

“Don’t mention it.”

~~~~~

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

Anonymous

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

~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~

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May 4

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

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

~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~

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May 3

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

Anonymous

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

~~~~~

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

You were pregnant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~

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Can you do "Imagine the reader finding out Dean's been cheating on her"?

Anonymous

Hi. I sure can! I hope you like it.

And I just wanted to say that reading over my more recent fics, I think I’ve noticed improvement from when I first started writing these. So I’m really proud of myself at the moment.

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You ambled along the footpath towards the motel, gazing around at the night around you. The street lamps had just come on, casting a glow across the pavement. As cars sped along the highway, not far away from where you stood, you could see the flash of headlights and hear the sound of their engines.

This was a rare night off for you, a break from the constant researching and fighting that life as a hunter involved. You intended to make the most of it, not rushing anywhere, but just taking the time to relax, to take things in.

As the motel came into view, you smiled to yourself, knowing that Dean was waiting for you inside. The two of you had been dating for around five months. It had all started when you’d been working your shift at the local diner and two men had come in, who you later found out were Sam and Dean Winchester. Dean had flirted with you, causing a flush to creep along your cheekbones. He’d asked to meet you after your shift and you had agreed. After all, it had been a while since someone had shown in interest in you and he seemed like quite a nice guy.

But then he’d been running late, and you were attacked by a werewolf. It’s claws had ripped into you, it’s fangs heading straight towards your chest, saliva dripping off the sharp points. If Dean had shown up a minute later, you would’ve been dead. So you had started hunting with them, never wanting to feel the powerlessness of that night ever again.

You fitted your room key into the lock, twisting the doorknob. “Dean?” you called out, opening up the door. Before you lay a man and a woman in the bed together, passionately making out. You apologised profusely, thinking at first that you had entered the wrong room. “Wait a minute. Dean?” Your expression turned to one of horror as you realised that the man in the bed was your boyfriend, the man you loved. Who apparently didn’t care much for you in return.

“Y/N?” Dean asked, sitting up and pulling the quilt over himself and the woman. “I thought you said you would be out for a couple more hours?”

“I’m sorry, does that suddenly make it okay to sleep with someone else?” you choked out, fighting to push back the tears.

“Who’s this?” the woman asked, holding the quilt up to cover her bare chest.

“His girlfriend,” you answered bitterly, your gaze locked on Dean. An aching had spread through your chest, the betrayal a stab to your heart.

“You never told me you had a girlfriend,” she said, turning to Dean. You rolled your eyes. As if they’d had much of a chance to talk in the hour or two they’d known each other. “Is this why you cancelled on me the other night?” she continued. Your eyes widened, hysteria rising up inside you.

“What? This has happened before?” All the barriers you’d built against the tears were torn down, your emotions a hurricane whirling around inside you. The tears sprang from your eyes, streaking down your cheeks.

“Y/N, I never meant to hurt you,” Dean told you.

“Well, gr-great job on that,” you sobbed, wrapping your arms around your stomach. “H-how could y-you do this to me?”

“I still love you, Y/N. You have to believe me,” he pleaded. Slowly, you shook your head at him, watching as he fell silent.

“I trusted you,” you whispered.

“You still can. I’ll make it up to you. I promise!”

“No, Dean, you won’t,” you stated hollowly. “It’s over.” His face blanched, his features losing the hope and fight they’d contained a minute ago.

“You’re leaving me?” he whispered. “But…will I ever see you again?”

“Yes,” you answered. For a moment, a spark of hope filled his eyes again, before dying out as you continued. “Sam’s a very close friend of mine. I’ll stick around to hunt with him. But if you ever talk to me again outside of business, I’ll leave forever,” you warned. Your body shook and you bit down on your lip, working hard to maintain your composure. “Because what you’ve done, Dean…there’s no making up for it.”

You picked your bag up from the ground, stuffing a few loose items inside. Dean called out for you, begging you to hear him out. But you stormed out of the room, off to hitch a ride back to the bunker. The more steps you took, the further away Dean got, and his voice soon died away. And as soon as you couldn’t hear him, you knew that it meant he wouldn’t be able to hear your anguished sobs.

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Hey I love your blog :3 can you write an imagine where there's a zombie apocalypse and they're on the road to a safety camp and dean and the reader are arguing and Sam just pushes their heads together and they kiss or something and he mutters "finally" or something. Idk write something like that.

Anonymous

Hi. I’m so glad you like my blog! I hope you like this imagine just as much, and I’m very sorry for the delay.

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You trekked along the dirt road, Dean by your side and Sammy just behind the two of you. The dusty track stretched ahead of you for miles, hopefully leading to the safety camp you’d heard rumours of. The world had been thrown into total chaos, a zombie apocalypse taking over and causing mass destruction. Despite all the things you’d faced as a hunter, you had honestly believed that a zombie apocalypse would only ever exist in the minds of Hollywood producers. But it had happened none the less, and there was no way the three of you could handle the problem on your own.

“God, how much longer is it gonna be?” you muttered, rubbing the sweat off your forehead before it had the chance to drip into your eyes and sting them.

“Could you stop whining?” Dean snapped, holding his shotgun at the ready. “We’ve still got a few hours left to walk tonight, and after that it should only be a couple more days before we make it there. Just be grateful we’re walking at night.”

“That’s only because the zombies can’t go out in daylight and it’s the safest time to rest,” you pointed out.

“Shut up!” Dean whispered fiercely. “They’re all gonna hear us if you don’t keep it down!” You shifted your own gun in your hands, holding at so that it could easily be manoeuvred to face Dean.

“Stop having a go at me!” you demanded, sending a furious glare in his direction.

“Are you pointing your gun at me?” he asked in disbelief. You turned to look at him. The shadows fell across his face, concealing his expression from you. Behind him, the outlines of trees seemed to creep forwards, appearing every bit as menacing as the zombies you were hoping to avoid.

“That depends. Are you going to stop being a jerk to me?” you retorted.

“For God’s sake,” Sam muttered, stepping forward. He put a hand on each of your heads, shoving them together. “Just get it over with already.”

You froze, incredibly aware of the close proximity of Dean’s lips. His breath mingled with your own and you gazed up into his eyes, noticing that they flicked down for a moment to look at your lips. Slowly, you leaned forward, feeling him do the same. Your eyelids fluttered shut and you felt a soft pressure on your lips as Dean met them with his own. Your lips moved against his in a slow, passionate kiss and your hands reached up to tangle in his hair. After a few moments, you pulled back to catch your breath.

Standing with your body pressed against Dean, you let your hands relax their grip on him, and he rested his forehead against your own. Only a few millimetres of space lay between your lips, and you could feel your breath mingling with Dean. He pulled back slightly, looking down at your face before bringing you in for another kiss.

“Finally,” Sam muttered.

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hey could u please do an imagine when the reader (she dont know sam&dean) is hunting 5 demons by herself and she's a true badass (like really sassy and all those stuffs) and sam and dean find the demons but when they come in, she kills all the demons on her own? and then they go to the bar with them and she's sassy with them and dean kinda fall for her ? i think it would be funny to see a girl being sassy against dean haha, thank you!!!

Hey. Sorry for the wait! But here it is.

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You pulled up in front of an abandoned warehouse, the tires of your car crunching over gravel. Opening up the door, you stepped out, slipping a knife down the side of your combat boot as you did. You gently closed the door behind you, careful to keep the noise to a minimum. It was just you against five demons, and you knew that the element of surprise could tip the scales in your favour a great deal.

Twirling your angel blade around your fingers, you let it settle against the palm of your hand. You gripped it tightly, creeping up to the side of the building. At one of the boarded up windows you paused, leaning against the rough wooden planks that had been nailed across it. You peeked in one of the cracks and saw the demons standing in various positions around the warehouse, seemingly relaxed. There were five of them, just as you had predicted.

You took a deep breath and set off towards the entrance, making sure to keep close enough to the building that you could feel the cool concrete against your back at all times. Just before you got to the entrance, you stopped and counted to ten before rushing inside.

The first two demons were positioned close to the entrance, and you took them both down before they even knew what was happening. But by the time the second one dropped, the other three charged over you, the closest one grabbing your arms and pinning them behind your back. You slammed down on her toes with the heel of your boot, causing it’s grip on your left arm to loosen ever so slightly. You freed your arm and slammed it into the demon’s jaw.

Vaguely, you could make out the sounds of an engine roaring to a halt outside, followed by the sounds of two males shouting. However, it didn’t directly affect you, so you ignored it, instead focussing your attention on the more immediate problem at hand - taking down the remaining demons.

You spun around, sweeping the demon’s legs out from under her before driving your knife into its heart. Turning around, you saw the other two gaining ground. You dropped down, plucking the knife from your boot and hurling it in the direction of one of the demons. It reared back, letting out a growl of pain as it stopped to remove the knife. Whilst it was distracted, you turned back to the other demon, allowing it to run straight into the tip of your blade.

Finally, you were down to one last demon. You tackled it to the ground, pinning it down with your weight. Smirking at it, you gripped the blade, burying it in the demon’s chest.

You stood up, wiping the sweat from your forehead. “What the hell?” a voice exclaimed from behind you.

“That’s exactly where they came from.” You smirked, spinning around and striding over to the two men who were gaping at you from the entrance. “And who might you two be?”

The taller man was the first to recover from his shock. “I’m Sam Winchester. This is my brother, Dean,” he introduced, gesturing towards the other man.

“Winchester. Interesting,” you replied, your tone giving nothing away.

“Interesting good or interesting bad?” Dean asked.

You gave him a knowing smirk. “That remains to be seen. Now what were you two doing on my case? I had it covered.”

“We can see that,” Dean said, staring at you in amazement. “You were badass.”

“Which is lucky, because neither of you did anything to contribute,” you pointed out.

“That’s only because you had practically taken them all down before we could do anything,” Sam defended.

“I know,” you grinned. “It was pretty awesome, huh?”

“Definitely,” Dean answered. “Maybe the three of us should head out to a bar and discuss some hunting techniques. You look like you have a lot of wisdom to impart.”

You eyed him carefully, sizing him up. “Alright,” you finally agreed. “You guys head out and I’ll follow you.” The two of them got back into their car, heading in the direction of the town. You followed them in your own car, feeling just the slightest bit excited at the chance to get to know them a little better.

—-

Twenty minutes later saw you sitting at the bar alongside Sam and Dean, the haze of cigarette smoke washing over you. When Sam got up to make a call, Dean turned his attention to you. “So,” he began. “How long have you been hunting?”

“A while,” you answered coyly.

“You don’t give much away, do you?” Dean observed.

“If I told you all my secrets, I’d have to kill you,” you told him with an air of mock seriousness. Dean grinned at you.

“I don’t doubt that you could.”

“Good. Underestimating me would be the last thing you would ever do,” you told him. “Just a word of warning.”

He looked down for a moment, considering something. After a moment, he glanced back up at you. “Will I have many more chances to underestimate you?” he asked hopefully. You bit the inside of your cheek, gazing at him thoughtfully.

“Do you want many more chances?”

“Definitely,” he answered.

“Well then. I guess you’re going to have to be on your guard,” you grinned.

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OMG! I love your blog soo much! ik this is kinda depressing but could you do one where your pregnant with your bf baby but when you tell him he leaves you so you go to with Sam and Dean but you end up having a miscarriage and dean helps you through it and admits he loves you?

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TRIGGER WARNING: miscarriage.

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You slumped against the door of the bunker, bringing your arm up to knock against it. It was autumn, and the wind had a chilly bite to it. You shivered, pulling your jacket tighter against you. Your hand came to rest on your stomach and you felt the small bump that lay there. The feel of it brought on memories of earlier that morning, triggering more tears to fall from your eyes.

A small click caught your attention, and Sam jerked the door open, automatically dumping holy water on you. You flinched at its coldness, trying and failing to suppress another sob. “Hey, Y/N, what’s wrong?” Sam queried. He noticed the bags you had dumped unceremoniously at your feet and he picked them up, hauling them inside the bunker. “Come inside,” he coaxed gently. You stepped inside the door and he helped you out of your wet jacket. When you started making your way down the steps, Sam wrapped his arm around you, helping you down.

“What’s going on?” Dean asked, walking into the room. He noticed the tear stains running down your cheeks and rushed over to you. “Y/N, what happened? Is everything alright with Jake?” The sound of his name brought on a fresh round of sobbing. “Okay, not the best thing to mention,” Dean said, leading you over to a couch.

“Y/N, please tell us what happened. We can help you,” Sam told you earnestly, sitting down beside you as Dean crouched in front of you.

“H-he br-broke up with me!” you sobbed.

“Uh, I think we have some ice cream in the freezer,” Sam told you. “That helps girls through break ups, right?” You shook your head at him.

“You don’t understand.” You glanced up at the two of them. “I’m pregnant,” you whispered.

“That son of a bitch!” Dean shouted, shooting up from the ground. “So he broke up with you because you told him you were pregnant?” You nodded in confirmation, causing Dean to start pacing the floor. “When I get my hands on him, I swear to God…” he muttered under his breath.

“Dean!” you gasped. “You can’t threaten him!”

“Damn right, I can! That jerk left you when you needed him most!”

“But this isn’t going to help at all!” you insisted.

“Then what will?” Sam asked.

You looked down shyly. “Well I was wondering…do you think that maybe I could stay here for a little bit?” You peeked up at the boys from under your eyelashes, gauging their reactions.

“Of course you can,” Sam assured you, acting as though the answer should’ve been obvious. “The bunker is your home too, for as long as you need it.”

“Thank you,” you smiled.

—-

A few weeks later, you woke up in the middle of the night, your stomach aching with the fiercest cramps you had ever experienced. You sat up slowly, the sheets feeling slick beneath you. Ever so carefully, you pulled back the covers, exposing the blood stain covering the bedding. You screamed, not caring that it was the middle of the night and that the others would be asleep. “SAM! DEAN!” you shrieked, your voice taken over by panic.

The boys burst into your room, waving around guns as though expecting there to be some sort of monster to deal with. When their search turned up empty, they looked down at your bed, their eyes going wide when they saw the blood around you.

“Oh God,” Dean murmured, the two of them rushing over to you as you blacked out from the pain.

—-

A steady beeping woke you up, accompanied by total whiteness. At first you thought something had gone wrong with your vision, but then you realised that you were in a hospital. Blinking, you noticed Dean sitting in a chair at your side, with a doctor standing at the end of your bed.

“Good. You’re awake,” he said.

“What happened?” you asked groggily. The doctor’s smile dropped, turning into an expression of sympathy. “My baby. Is it alright?” The doctor just stared back at you for a moment, and your heart dropped into the depths of your stomach.

“I’m very sorry to say this, but you have had a miscarriage,” he informed you. A buzzing sound filled your ears and you had to blink a few times to make sure you didn’t pass out again. You barely heard the doctor as he said, “I’ll just let you have a few minutes alone with your partner.” As he walked out, you didn’t even bother to correct him. It didn’t matter. Nothing did. Your baby was gone.

“Y/N? Y/N!” Dean called. Slowly, you turned your head to look at him. Seeing his look of sorrow, you gave into the waves of tears that had threatened to overcome you ever since the doctor had started to speak.

“My baby, my baby,” you repeated over and over, as if the words alone could be enough to bring it back.

“I know,” Dean whispered, pulling you firmly into his arms. “But we’re going to get through this, alright? Sammy and I are going to be here for you every step of the way. It’ll get better.”

“How?” you wailed, grabbing onto his shirt as though it was a lifeline. “How can it ever get better after this?”

“Because I’m going to make it get better,” Dean murmured, pulling back to look you dead in the eye. “I’m going to help you out as much as it’s physically possible.”

You gazed back at him, trying to clamp down on the sobs that were wracking your body. “Why?” you asked timidly, your voice sounding like that of a little girl. “Why are you so nice to me? Why have you helped me so much over these past few weeks?”

Dean took a deep breath. “Because I love you.” Your breath caught in your throat, and you sat in stunned silence for a moment. But finally, you came to your senses again and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning into his embrace.

“Dean…I think I’m falling in love with you, too,” you admitted, your voice muffled against his body. You felt that maybe, just maybe, things could get better again with Dean by your side.

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Can I have a Dean imagine!! We’re he is always mean to the reader and she gets mad and they start fighting Like really fighting hunter style but he hurts her and makes her cry and it's the first time He's seen her cry since the were small. An the reader should be a strong female tomboy who really loves Dean !!

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Ever since you were a kid, you had been with the Winchester boys. You remember being barely walking when your dad first dropped you off at Bobby’s house with Sam and Dean while he went off to hunt monsters with John Winchester. You would play soccer with them, and learn to shoot with them. You went to school with them and picked fights with them. You shared so many things with them, and as time went on, the loss of both your families was another thing added to the list of things you shared.

Sam and Dean had always taken care of you, standing up against bullies and kicking the butts of any guys who dared to break your heart. You were so close to the both of them, even if you and Dean spent half your time fighting. And although you’d never admit it, fighting with Dean was something you couldn’t live without. You loved him.

You strode out of your bedroom in the bunker, tying your hair back in a ponytail. This was one of the rare times when the three of you weren’t on a case, so you were able to relax in an old pair of track pants and a tank top. You couldn’t be happier that you didn’t have to wear any fake FBI outfits for a while. You despised getting all dressed up like that. You would much rather lounge about in oversized T-shirts and baggy pants.

“What’s up, Y/N,” Dean asked, sending a smirk in your direction as you walked into the library.

“Bite me, Winchester,” you replied.

“Ooh, someone’s grumpy!” he teased. He walked over to where you had sat down and tugged on your hair.

“Are you five or something?” you exclaimed, swatting his hands away. “Leave me alone!”

“Make me.” He grabbed hold of your hands, twisting them around. You stumbled out of your chair, trying to free yourself from his grasp. But his hands were clenched tightly around your wrists and you couldn’t get away.

“Get off me!” you demanded.

“You’re a hunter,” he responded. “Do it yourself.” You twisted your body around sharply, causing him to loosen his grip on you. You tackled him to the ground, pinning his arms with your knees and using your weight to hold him down.

“Gotcha,” you smirked.

“I don’t think so,” he answered back, flipping around so that he was the one holding you down. But as he pushed you down onto the floor, he shoved too hard, slamming your head against the floor. You cried out in pain, and Dean’s triumphant expression immediately changed to one of concern. “Shit! I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” You shook you head at him, tears springing to your eyes and leaking out of the corners.

“It really hurts,” you whimpered.

“I can tell,” he murmured. “I haven’t seen you cry since…God, it must’ve been when we were seven and you scraped your knee when you tried climbing that tree in the park.”

“It’s not like I make a habit of it,” you sniffled.

“I know. Come on,” Dean said, slowly pulling you up into a sitting position. “Let’s check out that head of yours.” He walked you over to a chair, gently setting you down and moving behind you to check the back of your head. “There’s a small bump there,” he told you. He pressed against it lightly. “Does this hurt?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed. Dean came around to crouch down in front of you.

“Is your vision blurry?” he asked seriously.

“No, Dean. It’s fine. I’m pretty sure I don’t have a concussion,” you stated. Dean didn’t move, remaining where he was and eyeing you carefully. “What?”

“Nothing,” he answered. “We’re just going to have to keep an eye on you. Make sure things don’t get worse.” He stayed crouched in front of you, reaching out to grab hold of your hands. He held onto them tightly, squeezing them comfortingly.

You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you, Dean.”

“Anything for you.”

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