Could you write an imagine where the reader secretly washes the Impala after a messy hunt for Dean when she thinks he's asleep but gets caught? I love your writing and can't wait to see more!
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You snuck out of the bunker, staying as quiet as possible so that you wouldn’t wake Sam and Dean. When you got to the garage, you grabbed a bucket and filled it with water and soap, before grabbing a sponge as well.
“Dean really messed you up, didn’t he?” you murmured to Baby. “I’ve never seen you this dirty before!”
You reached up to the roof of the car, scrubbing at the caked on mud. After a while, you got into a rhythm and soon you were busting out the lyrics to your favourite songs, figuring the Winchesters wouldn’t be able to hear you through the thick walls.
You had just moved to wipe at Baby’s headlights when someone cleared their throat behind you. You whipped around to find Dean standing there with a smirk on his face.
“Really, Y/N? Cleaning my car at one o'clock in the morning?”
“It was really dirty!” you protested.
“And cleaning her couldn’t wait until morning?” he asked dubiously.
“It was really bugging me!” you exclaimed. “Why are you here, anyway?”
“Because I’m radioactive, radioactive!” Dean sang.
“You heard that?” you moaned, covering your face in embarrassment.
“I did. And I must say, you’re not a bad singer.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m good.”
“True, true,” Dean agreed. “But I like it regardless.” He went and picked up another sponge.
“What are you doing?” you asked as Dean came over to the Impala and started scrubbing the hubcaps.
“If you’re gonna be weird in the middle of the night, I figure I might as well join you,” he stated.
You grinned. “The mud was pissing you off too, wasn’t it?”
“Little bit, yeah.” You laughed and the two of you went back to cleaning.
When Dean wasn’t looking, you reached across and squeezed out your sponge on top of him.
He shot up, water dripping down his face. “Is that how it’s gonna be, huh? Because two can play that game,” he said, lunging towards you with his own sponge. You shrieked, darting out of the way.
By the time the two of you went back to bed, you were both soaked, half the suds having gone on you rather than the Impala.
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Hey could you do an imagine where your an angel and you knew Cas he was a big brother to you and you died a long time ago and then you come back and save Dean, Sam, and Cas's life and Dean falls for you and fluff n stuff
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Hi! I’m so sorry for the wait. But I hope you enjoy it!
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You appeared in a warehouse, looking out over a large group of demons closing in on two men and an angel. The three in the middle were hopelessly outnumbered and unless you acted immediately, you knew they would all die.
You revealed your grace, hoping that the three men you were attempting to save would realise what was going on and shield their eyes. The brilliant glow radiated from you and to your relief, they shielded their eyes as the demons around them dropped like flies.
Once they all lay on the ground, you allowed your grace to fade back down so that you could be seen by the men, who were starting to look around the room to work out where the source of light had come from.
“Castiel,” you called out to the angel. As soon as he heard your voice, he turned to you, his eyes widening in astonishment.
“Y/N?” he asked, crossing the room in quick strides to stand before you. “What are you doing here? I thought you were dead,” he continued, clasping your hands in his own.
“I was. But it would seem that I have been brought back.”
“But how?”
“What is it that the humans say? God works in mysterious ways?” you smiled. “Regardless, I am here now, which is fortunate for you, seeing as you and your friends here would have been dead without me,” you said, nodding towards the two men who were slowly approaching you.
“Y/N, this is Sam and Dean Winchester,” Castiel introduced you.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you told them.
“Yeah, you too. We appreciate the help. But how did you find us? I thought Cas had ways of stopping other angels from tracking us,” the taller brother asked.
“Sam raises an interesting point. How did you find us?” Castiel asked.
“I’ve been searching for months for you. It was difficult, I admit, but I was not going to give up on my big brother. I just got lucky, I suppose.”
“Well, I’m glad you found us when you did,” Dean said. “That was some badass angel mojo you worked just then.”
You frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“He means that you were very helpful when you used your angel powers,” Sam explained.
“Oh. Thank you, Dean,” you said, smiling in his direction.
“Dean, we should probably sort this mess out. I’m sure these two would like a minute to catch up,” Sam suggested.
“Sure,” Dean agreed.
When they were out of earshot, you turned to Castiel. “I have missed you terribly, Castiel. Or should I say Cas? That’s what your human friends seem to be fond of calling you,” you teased.
“Yes, that is their nickname for me. I believe it makes me seem more human to them,” Castiel explained.
“Is that a good thing?” you frowned.
“I think it is,” Castiel answered. “These humans, with all their emotions…it’s really rather extraordinary.”
“I’m sure I’ll learn all about it. That is…if you’ll let me stay with you?” you asked uncertainly.
“Of course, Y/N. We’re family.”
You spun around at the sound of approaching footsteps. “So,” Dean began, “do you want to ride with us in the Impala, or would you rather do what Cas does, and teleport yourself back to the bunker?”
“No, I would love to ride with you in your car. Human experiences fascinate me, and I’d love to have a few of my own.”
“Alright then. Let’s go.”
—-
When you made it back to the bunker, you stepped out of the Impala giddily. “That was incredible!” you exclaimed.
Dean had been watching you and he grinned. “I’m glad to see someone appreciates my driving, at least.”
“Oh, you were a magnificent driver, Dean!”
“Yeah, well, try telling Sammy that.”
“Why? Does he not approve of your methods? Should I speak to him?” you asked.
“No, no, I - it was a joke,” Dean explained.
“Oh.” You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
“Hey, don’t worry,” Dean reassured you. “All this human crap can be confusing. But you’re doing a great job at picking up on it.”
“Thank you,” you replied, a soft smile forming on your lips.
“Anytime,” Dean said, leading the way into the bunker.
—-
That night, you were inspecting the kitchen appliances when you heard a voice behind you.
“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”
You looked around to face Dean. “That was a rather insensitive thing to say, Dean,” you stated, hurt evident in your tone.
“Shit,” Dean muttered. “I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t thinking. It was just some stupid pick up line I was trying on you.”
“Pick up line?” you frowned, confused at this unfamiliar term.
“Uh, yeah,” Dean answered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s, uh, something you say to someone you like. It’s supposed to make them want to go on a date with you.”
“Are you saying that you like me, Dean Winchester?”
“Maybe,” he murmured.
“You don’t sound too sure,” you laughed.
“I - yes. I am trying to tell you I like you,” he said.
“I’m glad for that,” you told him. “Because I think I might be starting to feel similarly about you.”
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Can you do one where reader, Dean and Sam have been working together for a little while reader is staying with them at the bunker, she really cares about Dean but recently he has been ignoring her or nasty if he does talk to her she just let's it go until finally he says something really hurtful mean( maybe calls her pathetic or a burden) she breaks down finally. Sam confronts Dean knowing Dean cares about her you end how you like
Hi! I’m sorry this took so long but I just hope it’s worth the wait!
It does have a couple of instances of swearing so just be aware of that!
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“Dean?” you asked, poking your head around his bedroom door.
“What is it now?” he answered, annoyance evident in his tone.
“Um, well, Sammy was just going to go out to pick up some things and he wanted me to ask you if you wanted anything.”
“Tell Sam I want pie,” he replied shortly.
Things had been like this for a few days now. Every time you were near Dean or tried to speak to him, he would brush you off or just outright ignore you. It hadn’t always been like this and you wanted to know what had changed.
You hovered in the doorway, wondering how to question Dean about his recent treatment of you.
He glanced up and noticed that you were still there. “You can leave now,” he said coldly.
“Right,” you replied, hurrying from the room.
“What did he say?” Sam asked.
“Pie,” you told him, stepping past him and moving towards your bedroom, blinking back tears.
“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” you said, shutting your bedroom door behind you.
Later that evening, you heard Sam return so you went out to grab some of the food he’d bought. When you got to the kitchen, Sam and Dean were discussing the latest case.
“You guys wanna fill me in?” you asked.
“So there’s this couple in Minnesota and they reported seeing -”
“No,” Dean cut in.
“What?” Sam asked in confusion.
“We’re not telling her about it.”
“Why not?” you demanded.
Dean turned to face you, the first time he’d looked directly at you in at least a week. “Do you really want to know? Alright. You’re a burden. You always make some stupid mistake and screw things up for us and Sam and I are always the ones who have to clean up after you. I want to keep you out of this so you can’t mess things up again.”
You took a step back, his words punching into you. “Is that really what you think?” you whispered.
“Yeah. It is. And you know what? Maybe you should just leave. Just go and live a normal life where careless mistakes won’t kill a bunch of people.”
“Dean!” Sam exclaimed. “What the hell, man? What’s wrong with you?”
“A lot of things, apparently,” you choked out, running for the comfort of your bedroom. You slammed your door shut and threw yourself down on the bed, your body heaving with sobs. Dean was one of your closest friends and if you were honest, you had feelings for him. Hearing him say those things about you was like a knife to your heart.
From the kitchen, you could hear the sounds of yelling and after a few minutes, footsteps approached your door.
“Go away, Sam,” you said in a muffled voice, not in the mood for his pity at the moment.
“Guess again,” Dean’s voice answered.
“Fuck off,” you whispered, unable to stand him being so close after what he’d just said.
“Look, I know I’m not your favourite person in the world right now -”
“That’s an understatement,” you scoffed.
“Can you just hear me out? Please?” he pleaded.
You rolled over to face him. “Fine. But you better talk quickly because I’m so not in the mood to deal with any more of your shit right now.”
“Y/N, I’m so sorry. It’s just…you can’t be a part of all this,” he stated.
“Dean, did anyone ever explain the concept of an apology to you? Because I don’t think you’ve quite mastered the art yet.”
“Just let me finish, alright? God, I have no idea how to explain this,” he began. “Alright. You can’t be a part of this because you might get hurt. You probably will. Almost definitely. This family is cursed, and I don’t want to bring you into that. I don’t want to have to lay flowers at your grave or hold your lifeless body in my arms. I figured if I could make you leave now, you’d be safe. And I know you’d never leave by choice, so I had to force you out.” Dean’s voice had caught halfway through his explanation and by the end, he was struggling to talk through the wall of tears.
“Why didn’t you just say any of that?” you asked. “Why didn’t you just tell me, instead of making me feel like crap?”
“Because I’m not good with the touchy-feely crap, alright? I really like you and I don’t want to see another woman I love die because of me!”
“Another woman you what?” you gasped.
Dean froze, as if only just realising what he’d said. “I…I love you. And I want to protect you. I have to protect you.”
“Dean,” you murmured, “keeping me out of things isn’t going to protect me. It’s only going to hurt me more. And what’s the point in denying yourself a shot at happiness just because there’s risk? You say the family business is about saving people, but maybe it’s time to save yourself. And you know what? The more you push people away, the more you’re letting the monsters win.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“I do, Dean. You have to trust me on this. Sure, protect me if you want. But let me protect myself, too.”
By now, the two of you had gotten so close that you could fell his breath ghosting over your features.
Dean cleared his throat. “You know, you never really responded to what I told you before.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The, uh, part where I said how I…how I feel about you,” he said awkwardly, unable to meet your eyes.
Your face broke into a grin. “Is Dean Winchester, the guy who hates chick flick moments, really asking me to respond to his profession of undying love for me?” you teased.
“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way but…I guess.”
Your smile softened. “Well, you’re in luck, Dean. Because I feel the same way,” you murmured, stretching up to press a lingering kiss to his cheek.
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Can you do an imagine where Dean finds out that the reader has been abused (physically or sexually) in the past and that's why she flinches away from the boys' touches? And it has Dean helping her get through it and them falling in love? Lots and lots of fluff if it's not too much to ask! Thank you in advance!
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Hi! I’m sorry it took me so long to write this. I hope it’s what you were after.
TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sexual assault.
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“Take that, Dean Winchester! I just won yet another game of chess!” you taunted.
“Yeah, well, it’s a stupid game anyway! There’s no action,” Dean grumbled.
“You’re just saying that because you lost.”
Hearing the commotion, Sam entered the room. “You tell him, Y/N,” he said, clapping a hand on your shoulder.
You flinched away from him, causing both of the brothers to look at you in confusion.
“Your hands are really cold,” you said hastily in an attempt to cover up your reaction.
“Really?” Sam frowned down at his hands. “I hadn’t realised. Sorry.”
“You know what?” you began. “I’m just going to go to my room. I think it’d be unfair if I challenged Dean to another game. I’m clearly way out of his league.”
“Alright. I’ll call you when it’s time for dinner,” Sam said.
“Thanks,” you answered, heading out of the room, Dean’s eyes following you the whole way.
Later that night, you were sitting on your bed reading when you heard a knock on the door.
“Yeah?”
Dean’s head poked around the door. “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” you answered, sliding in your bookmark. “What’s up?”
“I want to know what really happened before.”
“Sorry?”
“You know what I mean, Y/N. When Sam touched you, you flinched away from him. Why?” he asked gently.
“I told you before. His hands were cold,” you stated, unable to meet his eyes.
“Y/N, Sammy had been in the kitchen near the oven for at least half an hour. His hands weren’t cold,” Dean said. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed you do this in the past. You always sit on the other side of the table, you claim to be coming down with something when one of us tries to hug you, you pretend that the reason you jump when we’re around is because you didn’t realise we were in the room. Why all the excuses?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you answered stiffly.
“Y/N, you don’t let Sammy and I touch you. I just want to know why.”
You met his gaze. “Do you really want to know?”
“I do.”
“Okay then. Well, a while ago, my boyfriend took me out for dinner. It was our six month anniversary and he really wanted it to be special. So he took me out to this really fancy restaurant and he ordered the expensive wine and he had the band play my favourite song. It was very romantic,” you explained. “And afterwards, we went back to his place, and he had candles set up and rose petals and everything. He…he took me to his bedroom and he told me that I looked beautiful, and that he’d waited all night for this. And I told him no but he-he just kept going…” Your words cut off abruptly, making way for the sobs that were wracking your body.
“Please don’t tell me he did what I think he did,” Dean whispered. Your silence seemed to tell him all that he needed to know.
“That son of a bitch!” he yelled. You flinched away from him, startled by his anger. Dean noticed this and said, “Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. But you have to know that I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? I’d never do anything like that.”
“I believe you, Dean. It’s just hard. I trusted him…I loved him,” you whispered, tears still slipping down your face.
Dean handed you a tissue from the bedside table. “Hey, I’m here for you, okay? And so is Sam. We won’t let anyone hurt you again. And we’ll help you through this.”
“Thank you, Dean,” you murmured. “And thanks for being so considerate,” you added, nodding down at the tissue.
“Anytime, Y/N. I’m going to try to help you in any way that I can. Including backing off for a while.”
“What?” you asked in confusion.
Dean scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I, uh, I really like you, Y/N. And I was gonna ask you out at some point. But I guess you probably don’t want that, considering.”
“Dean, just because of what he did to me, doesn’t mean I don’t still have feelings.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I like you too. And if you’ll have me, I’d love to go on a date with you,” you said.
“Really?” Dean’s face broke out into a grin.
“Really. But just…promise me we’ll take things slow, alright?” you murmured. “I’m not ready for physical stuff yet.”
“I promise,” Dean answered. “I’ll never do anything you aren’t comfortable with. If I overstep any boundaries, you just tell me, okay?”
“Okay,” you answered, the beginning of a smile working its way onto your lips.
For the first time in a long time, you were able to say that word and mean it.
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can you write an imagine where the reader is dating dean and she's pregnant but he doesnt know yet. we all go on a dangerous hunt and the reader gets seriously hurt. dean freaks out and Cas' comes and tell dean & sam about her pregnancy while she's almost dying. and when she finally wake up dean is crying, happy because he's gonna be a dad but sad because he almost lost his only love and he tells her how he feels? (french girl so sorry for the bad english) thank you :)
Hi. Sorry about the wait. I hope this is what you were after! And just so you know, your English is really good. You have nothing to apologise for. And I think it’s pretty cool that you know a second language. I’d never have the patience for that kind of thing!
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You stuffed the pregnancy test into the bottom of the rubbish bin.
“You ready, Y/N?” Dean called out.
“In a minute!” you called back, hoping the bathroom door muffled the strain in your voice. Turning to look at the mirror, you paused for a minute to compose yourself. A nervous, jittery feeling filled your stomach and you felt nauseous.
You were a hunter, and you were pregnant.
The hunt you were about to go on had been in the making for a couple of weeks. It was going to be dangerous and you knew that Dean would make you stay home if he knew about the baby so you made the decision not to tell him, at least not until after the hunt.
“Come on, Y/N!” Dean shouted. “We’ve gotta hit the road.”
“Alright, alright, I’m coming. Calm down,” you answered, exiting the bathroom and heading out to meet Sam and Dean. “Let’s go.”
—-
“Y/N, to your right!” Sam yelled out to you.
You spun around, taking the head of the vampire who had tried to catch you off guard. But your momentum threw you off and you staggered to regain your footing. The nausea from before had returned and you realised that it wasn’t just nerves but morning sickness from the pregnancy.
Whilst you were trying to restore your sense of balance, another vampire came at you. Before you even had a chance to act in defence, he flung you to the floor, bringing a knife down to stab you. You only just managed to get your arm up in time to deflect the blow, the blade instead plunging into your forearm.
“Y/N!” a voice screamed, followed by the vampire’s limp body collapsing on you as it was decapitated.
“Y/N?” Dean was crouched beside you, cradling your head. “Stay with me. It’s going be fine.”
“Dean,” Sam said behind you, “she’s losing a lot of blood and her head hit the ground pretty hard.”
“I know, Sammy. Cas!” Dean called. “If you can hear this, I don’t care what you’re doing. Get your feathery ass down here now!”
Black spots were dancing across your vision and you fought to remain conscious.
A fluttering of wings caused Dean to look up. “Cas?” he asked. “You need to heal her. Please,” he pleaded.
“Dean, I am very sorry but there is only so much I can do given her present condition.”
“What are you talking about?” Dean demanded. “You’ve healed way worse than this before!”
The last thing you heard before your senses faded was Cas saying, “Ordinarily I would be able to but things are different this time. She’s pregnant, Dean.”
—-
A steady beeping sound guided you back to consciousness. Your eyes fluttered open and you blinked several times before you realised that the sea of white was the ceiling, and not your fuzzy vision.
“De…” you tried to say. You cleared your throat and made a second attempt. “Dean?”
His face appeared in your line of sight. “Thank God you’re safe,” he breathed. “I was so worried,” he choked out.
You brought your hand up to his face but had to stop halfway when you discovered your IV was getting in your way. “Are you crying?” you croaked.
He wiped a hand across his face. “I was just so scared, Y/N. You were really bad for a while there, and Cas said he couldn’t fix you. I thought I was going to lose you,” he whispered, his voice catching on the last sentence.
“I’m not worth all this, Dean. You’d get on without me.”
“Don’t you dare say that, Y/N,” Dean whispered fiercely. “Don’t ever think that you’re not worth it to me. Because you are. You’re worth everything. Both of you.”
You frowned in confusion. “Both of us?”
“The baby, Y/N. Cas told me. But why didn’t you say something?”
The earlier events came back to you. “I only found out just before we left. And…I thought you’d make me stay back if you knew. So I was going to tell you when we got back,” you explained. “Although I guess that didn’t go as planned…”
“Y/N,” Dean began in a pained voice, “don’t ever put yourself in that kind of danger again.”
“It was just a hunt -”
“No, Y/N, it wasn’t. Because you’re pregnant now. And if something happens to you, something will happen to the baby as well. And I love both of you too much to let that happen.”
“So…you’re happy about it? About the baby?” you asked timidly.
“Are you kidding me? This is awesome! I never thought I’d get to have this, not in the hunting life,” he explained. “And now, I get to start a family with the most amazing and beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”
“I’m not that great,” you insisted.
“You are to me,” Dean told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much, Y/N. And I think you’re going to be an incredible mother.”
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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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“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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