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Could you do one where dean asks the reader to be his girlfriend and she hesitates to say yes and she explains that its not a good idea because she's insecure and anorexic and he cheers her up and promises itll get better? I love your writing and I could use some cheering up. Super fluffly please?(:

Anonymous

Hi. I’m so, so sorry this wasn’t done sooner. I really hope it cheers you up. And if you need anything, message me.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: hints at anorexia, reader talks about their insecurities.

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You were curled up on your bed in the bunker, watching reruns of your favourite TV show. You had the blankets tucked up around you and the remote clutched in your hand. Someone knocked on the door and you pressed the mute button. “Who is it?”

“It’s me,” Dean’s voice answered. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” you replied. He opened the door and stepped into your room, pulling the door closed behind him.

“Nice,” he said, nodding in approval at the band posters you had pinned up on the walls.

“Thanks. What’s up?”

Dean coughed nervously, coming over to sit at the end of your bed, being careful to avoid your feet. “I don’t really know how to say this,” he told you, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. His eyes darted around the room and you smiled up at him encouragingly, patiently waiting for him to say what was on his mind. “Y/N, we’ve known each other for a while now. And…I really like you. And I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date with me?” he asked carefully, each word coming out slowly.

You froze, staring at Dean like a deer in the headlights. “Oh, um, Dean…I’m flattered. Really, I am. It’s just…”

“Oh,” he said in disappointment, looking down and swallowing. “It’s okay, I understand. I just…never mind.” He started to get up, but you reached out to grab his arm.

“I don’t think you do understand,” you told him. “Dean, I really like you. I’d love to go out with you. But…”

“What is it?” he asked, concern spreading across his features. He say back down on the bed, his eyes focused intently upon you.

“Dean, I have a lot of insecurities. I mean,” you lowered your voice, “I can barely eat without hating myself. How am I supposed to be in a serious relationship with all those problems in my life? So many girls come up to you in bars and pretty much everywhere else, all looking to get your number. How am I supposed to compete with that?” You looked down, trying to hide the tears that had sprung to your eyes. “How am I supposed to handle that kind of pressure?”

“Y/N, look at me.” Dean’s hand reached out, gently cupping your chin and turning your face towards him. “None of those girls is any match for you. Trust me. You blow them all out of the water with your awesomeness.” You smiled at him weakly, sniffing back the tears. “And the other stuff you mentioned? We can get through that. Together. I promise I will never leave you on your own in this. Things are gonna get better.”

“Do you really think so?” you whispered, your voice cracking. Dean’s hands came to rest on your cheeks, his thumbs wiping away the tears that had leaked from your eyes.

“I know so,” he confirmed. You wiped your sleeve across your nose, glancing him at him, at the determined look in his eyes.

“Then…maybe I’ll take you up on that date,” you told him, a soft smile spreading across your face. Dean grinned back at you, his eyes lighting up in joy.

“Awesome.”

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Hi! I was reading your imagines and they are amazing!! Could you do one with Dean based on the song "beautiful girl" by hedley? Thanks!!

Anonymous

Hi. Thank you so much! That means a lot to me. I’m sorry this took so long to write. This is actually the first time I’ve ever written from the perspective of a non-original character, and I’m not entirely happy with the way Dean’s POV turned out. Also, I’m not entirely sure if I interpreted the song right, but I did my best. And omigosh…this song is so beautiful.

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DEAN POV

When Y/N had first started hunting with the us a few months back, I tried so hard to push her away. She was just so sweet and innocent. So beautiful. I couldn’t let her become a part of my life, couldn’t let her get messed up in all my shit, especially when she’d probably end up dying because of me. I didn’t want her story to become a tragedy. But no matter how hard I tried to make her go, it was like she’d stubbornly planted her feet, refusing to leave.

I never thought I’d say this, but it’s like she’s rewritten my story. I thought she was delusional, wasting her time, but now…things look brighter, and I know she’s the one responsible. Every time I see her, I swear I fall a little bit more in love with her. And I can’t just stand to the side anymore. I have to tell her.

Y/N POV

You were in your bedroom in the bunker, sprawled across your bed with a book in your hands. You were just flicking to the next page when a hesitant knock sounded at the door. “Who is it?”

Dean’s head poked around the door. “It’s me.”

“What can I do for you?” you asked, taking your bookmark off the bedside table and slotting it between the pages of the book. You sat up and crossed your legs, patting the space beside you for him to sit on. He came over, lowering himself onto the space you had vacated.

“Look, Y/N…you know I hate chick flick moments, but I have to say this.” You gazed at him expectantly while he paused to gather his thoughts. “Y/N, I’ve stuffed up so many times. All my life, everything I did felt so wrong. And then…you came along. And I thought you’d be better off without me, that you should just leave. But you didn’t.”

“Dean,” you began, reaching for his arm.

“No, I need to say this. Please,” he interrupted. You nodded, taking your arm back to let him carry on. “Y/N, I’ll never know why, but you rescued me. You came to me when it was dark, and it was like you turned on the lights. You saved me. And I’ll never be able to stop thanking you for that.” He stopped again, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Y/N, every time I see you, it’s like nothing else matters. All I can think about is how beautiful you are. I’ve never been higher, and it’s because of you. I love you, Y/N.”

Tears swam in your eyes, and you blinked them back. “Dean,” you whispered, “do you really mean all of that?”

“Every word,” he murmured back. You threw your arms around him, burying your head into the crook of his shoulder. His arms wound their way around your waist and he pulled you tightly against him, burying his nose in your hair.

“That was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” you told him softly, your voice thick with unshed tears. “And Dean?” you added. “I love you, too.”

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

Anonymous

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anonymous

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anonymous

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

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

Warning: Drug use.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Why what?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Dean -”

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

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

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

“Yep!” you sang.

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

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

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

Anonymous

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So what did you see, anyway?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Why would I give you Baby’s keys?”

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

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

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

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

—-

Y/N POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where is Sam?”

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

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

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

“It wasn’t like that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Present tense,” you murmured.

“What was that?”

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

“I never stopped.”

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

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

“I waited for you, Dean.”

“I’m here now. Is that enough?”

“It’s been so long,” you whispered.

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

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

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Thanks for reading! I’m really excited at the moment because I’m currently on 394 followers! *cue Harry Potter fangirling* Anyway, I’m hoping to get another one or two imagines up tonight. I was going to post last night but I saw Divergent yesterday and was way too excited to concentrate. IT WAS INCREDIBLE!!

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

Anonymous

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

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

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

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

“Anything you want.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay. What’s up?” Dean asked.

“What makes you think something’s up?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, I don’t know.”

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

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

“I don’t think it. I know it.”

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

“Well, no, but -”

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

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

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

“You love me?” you squeaked out.

“Is it really that surprising?” he joked.

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

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

“Are you for real?” you asked.

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

“To what?” you asked in confusion.

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! And be prepared for a lot more posts over the next few days. I’m on holidays now and I plan on catching up with requests!

There might be a couple of mistakes in this because I have to go help with my ferrets now.

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Apr 7

Hey! could you please do an imagine where dean and the reader go to meet the readers family and he gets angry because they keep making rude remarks and comments about her while she's with them? thanks!!

Anonymous

Hi. I’m so sorry this took so long. I’ve just been quite busy with school lately.

Warnings: Reader’s family is really nasty to them.

~~~~~

You sighed. “Dean, it’s just lunch. Free food. You can’t get much better than that,” you explained for the thousandth time.

“Yeah, but it’s with your family. I never do the whole ‘meet the family’ thing!” he exclaimed.

“Dean, I know you aren’t into this kind of thing but can’t you please just put up with it? For me? They’ve really been on my back lately.”

“Alright,” Dean conceded. “But I’m only doing this because it’s you. If it were anyone else, I’d say no. Just keep that in mind.”

“I will. And Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s go.”

—-

You took a deep breath and knocked hesitantly on your parents’ front door.

“Y/N,” your mother greeted you as she opened the door. “I see you’ve finally decided to grace us with your presence.”

“Hi, mum. I know, it’s been a while. I’m sorry about that. But work’s been really hectic lately,” you explained.

“Blaming it on this elusive job of yours again, are you? Am I ever going to find out what you actually do?” You exchanged a glance with Dean. “And who is this?” she asked, noticing the shift in your gaze.

“Mum, this is Dean Winchester. He’s my boyfriend.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs Y/L/N.”

Your mother frowned at his outstretched hand, carefully avoiding it. “Yes, well. We better go in now. I expect lunch has gotten cold with all this pointless discussion you’ve engaged me in,” she complained, turning on her heel and heading into the house.

Dean frowned at you before ushering you into the house after her.

—-

Lunch was carried out in awkward silence, only broken by the clanging of cutlery and the occasional request for food to be passed down the table.

At one point, Dean stood up. “If you’ll just excuse me, I’m going to use the bathroom.”

“It’s just down the hall on your left,” you told him.

“Alright. I’ll be back in a minute,” he answered, pressing a kiss to your temple.

As soon as he’d left the room, your father turned to you. “So how did you and Dan meet?”

“It’s Dean,” you corrected.

“What difference does it make?” he shrugged. “It’s not as if things will work out between the two of you.”

“Actually, we’ve been together for about six months now.”

“Really?” your mother asked skeptically. “I suppose anyone will stick around if you give them enough of what they want.”

“Mum!” you gasped. “It’s not like that between Dean and I! How could you even suggest something like that?”

She appeared unconcerned by your reaction. “I simply don’t see what else he’d see in you.”

“How dare you?” Dean threatened from the doorway, as tears swam in your eyes.

“I thought you were using the facilities,” your mother said mildly.

“I was. But then I come back down the hallway to hear you say things like that? What the hell is wrong with you? If I ever hear of you saying things like that again, I’ll -”

“Dean,” you interrupted, standing up to put your hand on his arm.

His gaze cut to you. “You aren’t just gonna sit hear and take their crap, are you?”

“Can we just take this into the hall?” you pleaded.

“Sure,” he replied, allowing you to lead him out of the room.

“Look, Dean,” you began.

“Are they always that douchey?” he burst out.

“Dean,” you hissed, looking back to make sure your parents hadn’t heard.

“What? It’s a valid question. Do they always treat you like that?”

“Um, kind of. Yes, I suppose. But it’s fine, really. I’m used to it.”

“You should never have to get used to crap like that,” Dean stated, indignation taking over his features.

“Yes, well, that’s just the way things are. And it’s okay,” you told him, your voice quivering.

“No, Y/N, it’s not,” Dean told you, cupping your face in his hands. “Because there are countless things I see in you, an infinite list of why I’ve stayed with you for so long. So don’t you ever think that what your parents say is true. Because I see everything in you. Everything.”

“Really?” you whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek.

“Of course,” Dean answered, wiping your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Never, ever listen to them, okay? Because you’re beautiful, and no one should ever make you feel any less than that.”

~~~~~

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Apr 5

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

Anonymous

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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Apr 1

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!

~~~~~

“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.

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! That definitely wasn’t my best work, but it’s almost 11:30 at night and I don’t have time to do any more to it. Plus, I’m being assessed on a dance in PE tomorrow, so I really need to rest up.

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