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I love your blog! I was wondering if I could request a Dean imagine where the reader and dean had a baby and the reader gets up during the night to check on it and finds a demon in its room.

Anonymous

Thank you! I hope you like this imagine.

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The bed sheets felt so good as you climbed into bed, sinking your head into the pillow as the mattress cradled your body. Your eyelids drooped, and it barely even registered when Dean climbed into bed beside you, tucking you under the covers. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before settling himself on his side of the bed. “How was she?” he murmured.

“Mmm, yeah, I got her to sleep,” you replied drowsily. “She won’t sleep through the night, though. God, when people said that we’d get no sleep with a baby, I didn’t realise how literally they meant it.”

Dean let out a humourless laugh. “God, I know. I love her, but man I wish she would stop crying.” You were about to agree, but you felt yourself being pulled under, and you welcomed the much needed rest.

Only a couple of months ago, you had finally become a mother, a title you couldn’t be prouder of. But what you hadn’t expected was just how exhausted it would make you. Many days had passed where you’d drift off to sleep when you were supposed to be looking after the baby, before jerking upright and realising what had just happened, and hating yourself for leaving your baby unattended, even for only a few minutes.

Even on the nights when you did go into a deep sleep, it didn’t last very long. Tonight was no exception. Barely three hours after you’d drifted off, you were woken by crying coming from the baby monitor on your bedside table. Groaning, you sat upright, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Dean was still asleep, so you went to check on your daughter yourself, wanting to let him sleep as much as possible.

Your heart just about stopped as you turned into the nursery. Standing in front of the cot was a man, leaning over your baby. “Dean!” you screamed, as the man’s attention turned to you. But as he faced you, you saw that his eyes were black, and you knew that this was no man. It was a demon.

“Please, leave her alone,” you pleaded. “She’s just a baby! Take me instead!” The demon took a step towards you, using his power to force you up against the wall. Your breath cut off and you started choking, watching helplessly as he turned back to your little girl. A rushing sound filled your ears, making it almost impossible to hear the crying coming from the cot. You were sure that you were going to pass out, and you had no idea what the demon would do to your baby when you did.

But just as the darkness starting creeping in on the edge of your vision, a figure darted into the room, headed straight for the demon. Dean. Slowly, your heart rate returned to normal. Everything would be okay now that he was here. He was going to fix everything.

You saw him stab the demon and then you were free, slumping back against the wall with a hand to your throat, gasping for breath. Dean was there in an instant, cradling your face and asking over and over again if you were alright. Nodding, you stumbled over to the cot, where your baby was crying.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you gasped, picking her up and rocking her in your arms. “Shh, sweetheart, it’s alright.” Gradually, the cries began to die down, and soon she was sleeping in your arms.

“Is she alright?” Dean murmured, reaching for her. You handed her over, checking her for any physical signs of harm.

“I-I think so,” you shakily replied. “But what if he’s done something to her?” You thought of Sam and what had happened to him when he was six months old. Dean must’ve been thinking along the same lines, because he said, “I’ll get Cas to come check her out. Why don’t you go back to bed? I’ll look after her.”

“Dean -” you began to protest.

“No,” he interrupted. “You’re exhausted. Please. Just let me do this.” Seeing the pleading look in his eyes, you consented, turning to leave the room. You had just reached the doorway when you heard a muffled sob behind you. Looking back, you saw Dean’s body shaking slightly, but he kept a firm grip on your baby.

“Dean, what’s wrong?” you asked, hurrying back to his side. He shook his head, at a loss for words.

“I thought I was going to lose you,” he finally choked out. “I thought it would be like Mum all over again. Like Jess. When I heard you scream, all I could think was that I would run in here to find you burning on the ceiling.”

In that moment, he looked so broken and lost. All you could think of was that little boy, one who had lost far too much, and gained so much responsibility. Dean deserved a better life than hunting, and just as he’d gotten one, this demon had shown up in your daughter’s room to remind the both of you that sometimes, happy endings just aren’t possible.

“Dean,” you said firmly, looking him directly in the eye. “I am still here. I know what could’ve happened, but it didn’t. I’m still here, and I’m not going to leave you,” you promised. “We’re going to get through this. Together.”

Dean looked up at you, a desperate look in his eyes. But there was hope there too, like he thought that the two of you could do this. He knew that you weren’t going to leave, unlike so many other people in his life. “I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you, too.”

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Could you do an imagine wear the reader is a 14 year old girl and older sam and Dean come for a case to find her getting beat up and take her cause she has no parents or family? I love your blog so much!

Anonymous

Thank you so much! I hope you like it.

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You walked along the streets with your hood up, the ends of your sleeves covering your hands to keep them warm. In your hands were a couple of plastic grocery bags, filled with only the most basic supplies.

When you had gone up to the counter, the woman working the register had given you a funny look, which you didn’t blame her for. After all, a 14 year old girl doing grocery shopping at night, when it’s dark out? Not something you see very often, and certainly not something that you can ignore. So you had gotten the hell out of there, collecting your shopping quickly before she had time to start asking questions.

It was time to leave this town, which was a shame, because you quite liked it here. You had found an abandoned house just out of town, the perfect location. It was within walking distance of the shops, but far enough away from any prying eyes. But now you were going to have to leave it, and just hope that you found somewhere just as good in the next place you settled in, wherever that may be.

You were just passing the next streetlight when it starting flickering. After pausing for the briefest of moments, you picked up the pace. All of a sudden, the night seemed so much darker, and you just wanted to get back under cover. But as you hurried off, you heard footsteps behind you. You looked around, but there was nothing there. Your breath hitched in your chest, and you felt as if your heart was in your throat. Turning back around, you barrelled head first into a tall woman.

She was fairly young looking, and was dressed in a tailored skirt and shirt, a sight which wasn’t uncommon around here, especially not for someone just getting back from work. But something about her was off. Maybe it was the hungry look in her eyes, or the slight stains you noticed on the fabric of her suit. But whatever it was, you knew something was wrong, even before her lips curled upwards and she said tauntingly, “Hello, sweetie.”

Before you even had a chance to register what was going on, the woman had attacked you, flinging you against the brick wall of the building beside you. Your head pounded and your vision slid out of focus as you lay in a crumpled heap on the footpath. Reaching up to push your hair out of your face, your fingers met something sticky - blood. Your blood.

Your hand started to tremble, a sensation which soon swept through the rest of your body. You had no idea who this woman was, but you knew that unless a miracle happened, she’d end up killing you, right here on this darkened street.

Just as she came in for a second attack, you felt yourself blacking out. And perhaps it was just a hallucination, but you could’ve sworn that that miracle came. But not in a blinding flash of light, as you would’ve expected. No, this miracle came in the form of an engine rumbling down the street. Squinting, you could just make out two men jumping out of a car. An Impala, you thought.

The men leapt at the woman, with the taller one grabbing her in a choke hold while the shorter one stabbed her with a knife. You stifled a scream as her body flashed with a yellowish light, before slumping to the ground.

As the men turned towards you, you backed up, feeling your back meet the cold bricks behind you. There was nowhere to go, and if these guys turned that knife on you…but no. The man with the knife had let it go, and had dropped down to your level while his friend dealt with the body. “Hey,” he whispered. “What’s your name?”

“Y-Y/N,” you stuttered, still shaking in terror.

“Well, Y/N, my name’s Dean. And that other guy you saw is Sam, my brother,” he told you gently, maintaining steady eye contact.

“Wh-what just happened? Who was that? Why did she attack me?”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said, interrupting you before your voice had the chance to rise into hysteria. “It’s alright. That…it’s a long story. But the point is you’re safe now. Alright? My brother and I are going to make sure you’re alright.” As he said this, his brother came back and pulled a First Aid kit from the car.

“Do you mind?” he asked, gesturing to the cut on your head. Shaking your head, you watched as he sterilised a cotton wool ball, before dabbing it gently along the wound. You flinched as it made contact with your skin, the cut burning as he cleaned it up. “Sorry about that,” Sam apologised, fixing your head up as quickly as possible. “Alright, you’re done,” he told you, packing the First Aid kit back up and putting it in the car.

“Did you want a lift home?” Dean asked as he gathered up the groceries you’d dropped. He frowned as he put them back into the bags, no doubt wondering why you had them with you on a street so late at night in the first place. But he didn’t ask you any questions, which was lucky, considering your head was still fuzzy and you didn’t know if you could think up a good enough excuse.

“I’ll be right,” you replied, getting to your feet. But you had barely straightened yourself up before the world tilted, and if Sam hadn’t caught you and held you upright, you would’ve fallen again.

“Yeah, you’re not going anywhere on your own,” he told you. “In fact, maybe we should take you to the hospital,” he added worriedly, peering into your eyes to check your pupils.

“No, no, it’s fine,” you hastily assured him. “But, ah, yeah, a ride home would be good.” They opened the backdoor for you and helped you into the seat, before letting themselves into the front seats and pulling away. The further you drove the more you felt a sense of relief growing in you. You were finally getting away from where the terrifying ordeal had taken place, and you never wanted to go back.

About ten minutes later, the brothers were finally close to the house you were staying in, having followed your directions. So when you were about 100 metres away, you told them to pull over. “I’ll walk from here,” you informed them.

They squinted into the darkness, evidently looking for where you lived. “I don’t see anything,” Dean said.

“Oh, it’s…set back from the road,” you lied. “But don’t worry, I’ll walk the rest of the way.” You reached for the door handle, but just as your fingers closed around it, Sam reached out and stopped you, gently pulling you back.

“Y/N, all I see is that abandoned house over there. Do you want to tell us what’s really going on?”

Dean had turned back to look at you as well now. “What about all those groceries, huh? How come you were out so late by yourself?”

There was something about their questions and their kind expressions that made you break, and tears came to your eyes. Wiping them away, you told them all about where you were staying, about how you had to keep moving around. How there was no one to look after you. How you were all alone in the world.

“What happened to your parents?” Sam asked gently.

“Life,” you uttered softly. The brothers shared a look before seeming to come to a decision and looking back at you.

“How would you like to come with us?” Dean asked you. “We have a place, and it’s safe and secure. I think you might like it there. No more moving, no more late night grocery shopping. No more being alone,” he added.

You stared back at them in disbelief, hardly believing your ears. After all this time, could you finally find a place again? A place of your own? It almost sounded too good to be true, but maybe, just maybe, you could have two miracles tonight. “Yes,” you heard yourself say. “Yes, I’d love to go live with you.”

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Jul 9

Hi sweetie ! Please could you write a fic with Dean being jealous because another guy touched you ?

Anonymous

Hey! Um, okay, for the record, I know nothing about pool. Absolutely nothing. But I really wanted to include it in this imagine. So I had to go on wikihow to write this. So if anything’s wrong or whatever, please forgive me.

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There was a clunk as the cue ball shot out from where you’d hit it, bumping into the other balls on the table. You straightened up, watching in satisfaction as a couple of the balls went into the pockets. You were just taking a swig of your beer when a voice close to your ear said, “You’re pretty good at that.” Turning around, you found yourself face to face with an incredibly attractive guy, probably around Sam’s age.

“Thank you,” you replied, giving him a coy smile as you put your empty bottle down on a side table. The music and laughter of the bar made it hard to hear, so you had to lean in very close to catch his next words.

“Of course,” he said, “I would offer a couple of suggestions for you to improve your technique.”

“Excuse me?” you answered, leaning away from him and pretending to take offence at his words. “My technique is flawless!”

He smirked at you, reaching out to take the pool cue from you. “There’s always room for improvement,” he told you, giving you a wink. You felt your face flush, and hoped that the poor lighting kept your face hidden from him. “The key,” he continued, turning away from you to face the table, “is in your stance.”

You watched as he positioned himself over the table, lining up the cue with the cue ball. He paused for a moment, before drawing the cue back and sending it into the ball. It shot forwards, hitting the other balls and sending them ricocheting off the edges of the table, with several of them sinking in the pockets. “Impressive,” you nodded, glancing at him in admiration.

“Here. You try.” He held the cue out to you, watching as you grabbed it and took up your position at the edge of the table. As you started to line it up, you felt him come up behind you, his arms reaching around to shift you into a better position. You had to stifle a gasp as his warm breath grazed your neck. “Good,” he whispered. “Now take a shot.”

You let the pool cue go, and laughed as the hit turned out better than it had ever gone before. But you barely had a moment to enjoy the shot before you felt the warmth of your admirer being jerked away from you. “What the -?” You spun around, only to find Dean pulling the guy you’d been talking to away.

“What are you doing, Dean?” Last you knew, he and Sam had been talking to a couple of attractive women over by the bar. You wondered if he’d had too much to drink, but he didn’t seem to be hurting the guy - just keeping him off you. “I’m so sorry,” you said to the guy. “This is my friend, Dean. But honestly, I don’t know what’s gotten into him!”

“It’s alright,” he replied, sending a tight smile in your direction.

“Could I speak to you for a minute, Y/N?” Dean asked stiffly. You were about to say no, when the guy you were interested in glanced between the two of you and excused himself, leaving you to face Dean on your own.

“What the hell, Dean?” you demanded. “You just sent him away! And I didn’t even get his name or his number!” You felt yourself growing angry, and you glanced at Dean in disbelief. What right did he have to choose who you spoke with when you went out? And it wasn’t as if the guy had been hurting you - it was an innocent conversation. Perhaps a tad flirty, but innocent none the less. What right did Dean have to interrupt?

“I didn’t like the way he was touching you.” With every minute that passed, Dean seemed to grow more and more uncomfortable. Which served him right, seeing as he had ruined your evening.

“Dean, he was helping me with my pool!” you exclaimed. But the longer you looked at him, the more you noticed his fidgeting and nervousness. Dean, the guy who was always confident (and perhaps the tiniest bit arrogant at times), was nervous? “Oh. My. God,” you said, finally understanding. “You were jealous!”

“I was not!” Dean protested weakly. But he couldn’t meet your eye, which didn’t go far in the way of convincing you.

“Yeah, right!” you laughed, putting the pool cue back. You gazed at him thoughtfully for a moment, smirking slightly, before standing up on tiptoes so that your mouth was in line with his ear. “You know,” you whispered, “If you ever want to play pool with me, all you have to do is ask.”

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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!

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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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can you do one where Garth thinks that reader (dean's girlfriend) is really pretty, so he tries to chat her up and things without knowing that he's flirting with dean's girlfriend. and dean gets jealous and possessive and its really really fluffy. (not smut haha ^-^)

Anonymous

Hi. I’m so sorry that I took forever to write this! I honestly starting writing it last night, but I didn’t get to finish it because some IDIOT in my geography class decided that it was beneath him to do his section of a group assignment so I had to finish it all at the least minute and I didn’t have time to finish this. But I hope you guys like it!

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You circled the block for the third time, and you could sense the frustration radiating in waves out from Dean, your boyfriend. The three of you had come out to this little suburban neighbourhood after Sam had read of a few strange happenings in an online newspaper article. But now that you had driven out here, it seemed as though another death had taken place and as a result, Dean couldn’t find anywhere to park Baby amongst all the police cars and curious neighbours.

“Damn it,” Dean muttered under his breath, hitting the steering wheel with the palm of his right hand.

“Just go park further down,” Sam advised. “Y/N and I can get out here and we’ll wait for you.”

“Yeah, I think we’re gonna have to do that,” Dean answered, a scowl on his face as he slowed down to let you out. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Alright,” you answered, opening up the door of the backseat. Just before you stepped out, you turned back to face Dean. “Hey, it doesn’t matter. Soon enough, this case will be sorted out and we can go back home, where you won’t have to worry about having no parking spaces.”

Dean’s expression softened as he returned your smile. “I know. I guess I’m just kind of pissed that all these people are going to get in the way of our investigation.”

As Dean drove off to park the Impala, you looked around at the people assembled outside the crime scene tape surrounding the house. “Oh, God,” you moaned. “They’ve already called in a real detective. We’re going to have to do some serious damage control.” You nodded your head towards a skinny guy who looked out of place in a suit.

“Hang on a minute,” Sam began. “Is that…Garth?” At the sound of Sam’s voice, the skinny guy turned around, his face breaking in a grin as he saw Sam.

“Sam! Long time no see!” he exclaimed, pulling Sam into a bear hug. Sam awkwardly reached up to pat Garth on the back while you looked on in amusement. Sam did give out hugs, but this guy was much more enthusiast about the whole institution than anyone you’d ever met before.

“Um, Garth, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Garth, an old hunting buddy of ours,” Sam said once Garth had pulled away.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said politely, offering a hand which Garth eagerly shook.

“I’m just going to go talk to some of the witnesses,” Sam told you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You and Garth wait here for Dean, alright?” You nodded in response, turning back to Garth as Sam disappeared into the crowd.

“You know,” Garth began, “you’re really pretty.”

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, a faint blush gracing your cheeks.

“It must hurt,” he said.

“I-what?” You were baffled at his choice of words.

“I mean when you fell from Heaven. Because you’re an angel. I mean, you’re so pretty that you look like an angel…I’m not doing a very good job of this, am I?” He looked so innocent in that moment that you felt your heart melt a little.

“Garth, it was very sweet. But I’m not interested. Sorry. I’m actually in a relationship with -”

“Me,” Dean’s cold voice cut in. You looked up as a placed a protective arm around you, clearly back from parking Baby. “So no, she definitely isn’t interested.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Garth gushed, almost tripping over himself in an attempt to apologise. “I didn’t mean to offend either of you. I didn’t realise. But I’m really sorry -”

“Garth,” you interrupted. “It’s fine. You didn’t know. But would you mind just excusing the two of us for a minute?” Garth nodded, visibly relieved at being pardoned. You pulled Dean by the arm, waiting until you were out of earshot of Garth before saying, “What the hell was that?”

“He was hitting on you!” Dean burst out in indignation.

“Yeah, I realise that,” you told him. “But it’s not like he’s some sleazy guy in a bar. Garth honestly seems like a really sweet guy.”

“That’s beside the point,” Dean retorted.

“Actually, you know what? I get it now,” you answered, suddenly realising what had gotten under your boyfriend’s skin. “This wasn’t about me, was it? This was about you. You were jealous.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he scoffed.

“I agree,” you replied. “But that doesn’t make my theory any less plausible. I just don’t get why you’re jealous. I mean, you and I? We’re tight. I really think there’s something between us that I’ve never felt with anyone else. So I honestly don’t get why you’re worried.”

Dean took a deep breath. “Y/N…it’s just…I keep thinking you’re going to wake up one morning and think, ‘Why am I even with this guy? Why aren’t I in a relationship without all this baggage and extra crap?’ And I worry that one day, you’ll act on those thoughts.” There was a slight tremor in his voice, and even though he was standing tall, you could detect a slight hunching of his shoulders, as though he was trying to fold in on himself as a form of protection.

You reached up, cupping the palms of your hands around his cheeks. “Hey,” you whispered, holding his face in place so he had to meet your eyes, “I’m not going anywhere. You know why?” He shook his head, a cue for you to continue. “Because I love you. And yeah, maybe some days we have to work harder at our relationship than others. But that’s what love is. You take all the crap, and baggage and stress and you keep going, because it’s worth it. You’re worth it, Dean. And don’t you ever, for one second, think otherwise.”

“I guess I don’t really have any reason to be jealous, then, huh?” he said, laughing nervously. You grinned, going up on tiptoes to place a light kiss on his lips.

“Now you’re getting it.”

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Thanks for reading! Sorry for the lack of updates. But last night I had the geography thing, and on Saturday I saw TFIOS. It broke me. But it was incredible, a brilliant adaptation.

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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!

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“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

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

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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 8

could you write about the reader being in the shower or just getting done & be walking around the bunker in a towel and the boys walk in on you whilst running lotion on ? or you know something of that sort. :)

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Hi. Sorry for the wait! This definitely wasn’t one of my best works, but I think my description and imagery are getting a little better, at least.

I hope you like it!

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You stood beneath the shower head, the water running in rivulets down your skin. The steam was filling up the bathroom, rising up from your body. You hummed to yourself as you massaged the shampoo into your scalp, before rinsing your hair out and moving on to the conditioner.

When it had all been washed from your hair, you stuck out your hand to turn off the tap. The steady stream of water stopped and you stepped out of the shower, shivering at the sudden change in temperature. You grabbed the towel off the rack, rubbing it over yourself to dry off. When most of the droplets had disappeared from your skin, you wrapped it around you, tucking in the end so that it wouldn’t come undone.

“Damn,” you muttered, rummaging through the cabinets. You couldn’t find your lotion anywhere and you realised too late that you had run out just yesterday, and the new bottle you had bought was still sitting on the kitchen table with the rest of the shopping that was yet to be put away.

Switching off the light, you padded out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. Sam and Dean were out, so you weren’t worried about anyone seeing you. By the time you had retrieved your lotion, you couldn’t be bothered to head back to the bathroom, so you plonked yourself down on one of the chairs and decided to do it there.

You were just rubbing some of the cream onto your leg when you heard a door slam, followed by voices and footsteps coming down the stairs. You froze, but before you had a chance to go anywhere, the boys entered the room.

“Hey-” Sam began, stopping abruptly when he saw what you were doing. Beside him, Dean had also come to a halt, and both boys were shifting their gazes around the room, looking at anything but you. Sam cleared his throat. “Well, uh, we’re back.”

“That’s for that, Captain Obvious,” you answered, trying to hide your embarrassment as you straightened the towel around you to make sure it covered everything.

“So…why are you…you know,” Dean stuttered, clearly at a loss for words.

“Putting on lotion in the kitchen?” you asked. When he nodded, you continued. “I just had a shower and I’d left it in here. I figured that since you guys weren’t home…”

“Right. Sorry about barging in,” Sam apologised hastily. His cheeks were still a bit pink, and he was clearly mortified. Not that he was the only one, of course.

“You know what?” You stood up, grabbing the bottle of lotion, the bane of your existence at the present moment. “I’m just gonna to go finish this in my bedroom. Maybe put some clothes on while I’m at it,” you added as an afterthought. You pushed past them, scurrying towards your room. As you went, you could feel their eyes on you, but they quickly shifted their eyes away when you glanced back at them.

When you finally shut your bedroom door, you leaned against the back of it and let out a sigh. When they had gotten over their embarrassment, they were never going to let you live this down.

~~~~~

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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

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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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