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Nov 7
This is a repost of my earlier post (if anyone’s confused).
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You dropped your spoon back into your empty bowl of ice cream, suddenly hating yourself for devouring it as quickly as you had. As you sat there alone, in the dimly lit kitchen of the...

This is a repost of my earlier post (if anyone’s confused).

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You dropped your spoon back into your empty bowl of ice cream, suddenly hating yourself for devouring it as quickly as you had. As you sat there alone, in the dimly lit kitchen of the bunker in the middle of the night, all you could think about was the scales ticking over, adding yet another kilo to what was already considered more weight than acceptable.

“Y/N? What are you doing up?” You jumped at the sound of Dean’s voice, turning to see him entering the room in his grey robe, his hair tousled and his eyes drooping with exhaustion.

“I, uh, couldn’t sleep,” you mumbled, looking down and hoping he wouldn’t notice the bowl in front of you, empty save for a few melted dregs of ice cream.

“Me neither,” he answered, treading towards the freezer. As he opened the door and looked in the top drawer, you saw a frown cross his features. “Huh,” he said. “I thought we still had a tub of ice cream left in here. Guess Sammy will have to pick some up when he’s in town tomorrow.” Immediately, a sense of guilt washed over you, filling you right to the pit of your stomach. Hastily, you got up from the table, attempting to leave the room before anymore could be said. But in doing so, you managed to knock your empty bowl with your hand, sending the spoon clattering to the ground.

“Woah, hey, easy there,” Dean said, bending down to pick it up for you. As he righted himself, he noticed the bowl on the table, and you saw the realisation dawn on him.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, tears springing to your eyes. “I didn’t mean to eat it all. I’m just so sorry.” As you went on, the words became harder to get out, competing with the sobs that were starting to form in your throat.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on, Y/N?” Dean asked, concern evident in his features as he guided you into a chair. “What’s all this about? Why the tears?”

“Because I ate it all,” you explained, unable to meet his eyes. “God, I’m such a pig,” you added in an undertone.

“Hey, you are not a pig,” Dean responded, crouching down to look into your eyes. “And who cares if you ate all the ice cream? I was going to if you didn’t. It’s no big deal.” You scoffed, angrily brushing away the stray tears that had spilled over the lower lids of your eyes.

“Yeah, for you maybe,” you retorted, eyeing his figure enviously. “You can eat anything you want and it doesn’t matter. You don’t have this,” you told him, grabbing at your stomach with your hands. “You don’t have to worry about buying clothes and them not coming in your size, or the looks of people in a diner when you decide to order a burger or the look of the cashier when you add chocolate to your groceries. You don’t have to worry about any of that because you aren’t FAT.” By the end of this, the sobs had become more pronounced, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to choke out any more. You didn’t want to either, knowing how pathetic you sounded.

“Screw them,” Dean answered, and you could hear the anger underlying his words. Surprised, you looked up, and saw him gazing at you with his jaw locked, a muscle twitching further back. His eyes held yours and behind the anger, you saw pain too. “Why should any of their opinions matter?” he demanded, continuing to hold your gaze. “If anyone is looking at you and thinking bad thoughts, then they’re clearly all idiots because you are freaking gorgeous, Y/N.”

“Wh-what?” you replied, shocked at the turn this conversation had taken. “N-no, I’m no-“

“Dammit, Y/N,” Dean interjected, shooting up from his crouch in frustration. “Why do you degrade yourself like this?” Seeing you recoil, he softened his tone, attempting to put you back at ease. “I just meant that you’re beautiful, just the way you are. And who gives a damn if you’re packing a bit of extra weight? You make the best goddamn pie I’ve ever tasted and I’ve never met a hunter who’s as good a shot as you, or who cares as much about the people they’re trying to protect. You make everyone else around you feel important, like they matter. That’s what made me fall in love with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat. “That’s what made you…what?” Dean froze for a moment, clearly caught off guard by what he’d let slip, but regained his composure quickly enough.

“I’m in love with you,” he repeated, once more crouching down to meet your level. “And it hurts me to hear you talk that way about yourself, to know that you even think that way about yourself. Because I think you’re beautiful, inside and out. And I just wish that one day, you could learn to see yourself the way I see you.”

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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.

Anyway, please don’t repost without giving credit! And requests will HOPEFULLY be open again in a couple of weeks.

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. :)

Anonymous

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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Thanks for reading! Sorry for the lack of posts these past few days. I’ve been really busy with schoolwork.

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I had a few requests for a Part 2 to an imagine I wrote yesterday, so I wrote one, trying to fit in all the things you guys suggested for it. I’m really glad you guys liked the first one so much!

LINK TO PART ONE: http://imagines-supernatural.tumblr.com/post/84220821934/can-you-do-imagine-the-reader-finding-out-deans-been

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“Thanks,” you muttered, slamming the door of the pick up truck shut. The driver was the fifth person to give you a lift back to the bunker, each person only able to take you a short distance before their lives carried them in another direction. But now you were almost home, and as you hitched your duffel bag up onto your shoulder, you began the long walk which would take you to the door of the bunker.

As you trudged along, the occasional autumn leaf crunching underfoot, you thought about Dean. You knew that he was the kind of guy to have a lot of one night stands, but you thought that all that had been before you. You thought that what you had was different, and he had led you to believe that he felt the same way. But maybe you had just misread the signs, searching so hard for something that you willed it into existence.

You let yourself into the bunker, your feet thumping down the stairs. “Hey,” Sam called out, coming into view. “Where’s Dean?” The colour drained from your face and you shook your head slowly, locking your eyes onto Sam as if he was the only thing holding you above water. He noticed your mood, the way you held yourself, and his expression turned fiercely protective. “What did he do?”

“I didn’t quite catch her name,” you answered bitterly, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“That asshole!” he exclaimed. He strode towards you, holding you up as you collapsed into him. Your body shook and he didn’t comment on your tears, although it was impossible for him not to notice. He simply held you tighter, slowly rocking you back and forth. “Did you want to talk about it?” Your head was tucked up against his chest, and his words were muffled. Shaking your head, you burrowed deeper into the flannel of his shirt.

The two of you stood there like that for several minutes, Sam anchoring you and providing a solid foundation to hold you up. But the peace you had found was interrupted by a loud bang as the door was flung open. You spun around, bracing yourself for an attack, but slumped again as you realised what had caused the ruckus. Dean.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, your voice almost drowned out by the sounds of his feet clattering down the steps. He began to make his way towards you but you shrank back, tucking yourself into the arm Sam wrapped around you. Dean stopped, his expression pained at the obvious mistrust you had in him.

“Please. Just hear me out,” he begged as Sam’s gripped tightened on you. He started to tell Dean to get out, but you cut him off.

“Do you think you could give us a minute?” you asked quietly. At his look of protest, you held your ground, giving him a look that conveyed your determination to speak with Dean. You had to tell him it was over, that there was no going back from this. And you knew that this particular conversation was one Sam couldn’t be present for. As he walked off, you turned back to Dean. “How did you get here so fast?”

“I left almost as soon as you stormed out.” You frowned up at him in confusion, unsure as to why he’d do such a thing.

“Why? You seemed pretty busy to me,” you said bitterly, a dark look crossing your face at the memory.

“Y/N, I was never gonna let you go without putting up a fight,” he said earnestly, his eyes pleading with you to understand him, to forgive him.

“You didn’t let me go. You pushed me away,” you told him, shutting your eyes for a moment to will back the tears that were building up.

“I know,” he agreed. “I made a mistake. And I’m so, so sorry. I’ll never forgive myself.” You lifted your eyelids, fixing him with a cutting look.

“A mistake happens once. By the sound of things, this has happened a few times.”

“Look, I’m sorry! Just give me another chance and I swear I’ll never do anything like it again,” he promised. You gazed at him dubiously, the hurt pulling at your heart, sharper and more painful then the fangs of any werewolf could ever be. He saw your doubt, and he gave it another shot, seeming to sense exactly what you needed to hear from him in order to be sure of where his loyalties lay. “Do you remember that day in the diner?” he asked, taking a step closer to you. “It was a Wednesday, just after the lunch rush was over. Sammy and I came in and you were working. And when you came over, you wrote down our order in a pink pen. I thought it was a bit weird, and you explained that you were always putting your pens down places and forgetting where they were.” He paused for a minute, searching your face for a reaction, some sign that his words were working. “I told you that of all the angels I’d met, I’d never seen one as heavenly as you. I bet you didn’t realise just how serious I was being.” You smiled in spite of yourself, thinking of the layer of truth in the words he’d first said to you so long ago.

Dean saw the crack in your hard demeanour and reached forward, carefully grasping your hands in his. When you didn’t push him away, he continued on, growing encouraged by your weakening resistance. “And we arranged to meet up that night, but I was so nervous, I almost missed it trying to pick out the right flowers for you. I don’t normally do that kind of thing, but I felt that you were something different, something special.” You glanced up in surprise, your jaw hanging slightly agape. In all the stress and fear of that night, with all the patching up and explanations that had gone on, you’d never realised that he’d bought you flowers. They must have stayed in the backseat of the Impala, left to wilt.

“You bought me flowers?” you asked in a hushed voice. He nodded.

“Yeah, I did. But I never got to give them to you,” he responded. “I was lucky enough to find you alive.” His voice cracked, and he glanced down to compose himself before continuing. “When I saw you on the ground with that monster hovering over you, I knew that I had to protect you, that I wanted to protect for years to come. And I know…I know I haven’t done such a good job of it lately, that I was the one you needed to be protected from, but I would do anything for a second chance with you. Because I love you, and I don’t think I’m ever going to want to protect anyone else as much as I want to protect you.”

You blinked back more tears. But this time, they came from a different place, one of happiness rather than sorrow. “You’d do anything?”

“Anything,” he confirmed. You thought for a moment, wanting so badly to have Dean back, but not knowing if you should grant him forgiveness.

“Alright. I…okay,” you conceded after much consideration. “We aren’t going to be back where we were. In fact, we aren’t even going to be dating straight away,” you told him. “But I want you back so badly, so if you can prove to me that I can trust you, I’ll do it. I’ll trust you again.”

“Thank you,” he murmured, his eyes filling with life at what you had just offered him. And even though this was only the start of his attempt to redeem himself, you could see his resolve, and you knew that this time, he wasn’t going to let you slip away again.

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Can you do an imagine where the reader has a huge crush on Dean but he always bullies her and hits her he treats her like a boy and she gets pissed after a hunt why is up to you and she gets so mad and cries and something love UR imagines!!

Anonymous

Hi. I’m really sorry about the wait! But I hope you like this, although I felt the ending was a bit weak.

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You gazed up at Dean. “You did a seriously good job of taking down those vamps. I could never take down that many at once.”

“Maybe if you didn’t slack off during training all the time, you’d stand a chance,” he replied.

“Dean,” Sam said reproachfully as you flushed, ducking your head in shame.

“I’m just telling it like it is, Sammy. Now let’s get in the car and go back to the bunker.” When you didn’t move straight away, Dean grabbed your shoulder and shoved you towards the car.

As the Impala sped off, you hunched down in the back seat, letting the music and conversation wash over you.

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“I thought that hunt went pretty well,” Dean announced, striding into the bunker and dropping his bag onto the floor. “Although it could’ve gone better if certain people pulled their weight.”

Something in you snapped. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Dean Winchester?”

“Excuse me?” he answered.

“Y/N,” Sam began.

You cut him off. “Could you please give Dean and I a minute?” Sam nodded and walked out of the room, glancing back at you in concern.

“Why are you like this with me?” you demanded, angrily brushing away the tears that were spilling down your face.

“Are you crying?” Dean asked in astonishment.

“Yes, Dean, I’m crying. Because I’m HUMAN. You know what else humans do? They make mistakes! But that doesn’t give you the right to criticise every little thing I do!”

“Y/N -”

“No. I don’t want to hear it,” you interrupted. A harsh laugh escaped you. “You know what the worst part is? You always pick on me, and shove me, and make snide remarks about me. But despite all that, I like you, Dean. I’ve got a big, stupid crush on you. Not that it matters, because you apparently haven’t realised that I’m not one of the guys!”

“Look -”

“I’m not finished!” you yelled in a shrill voice. “All I ever do is try to impress you, earn your respect. But all you ever do is treat me like shit. But I keep trying, and I hate myself for it!”

“Y/N, please just listen to me,” Dean pleaded. “I only treat you like that because I’m trying to protect you!”

“What kind of fucked up logic is that, Winchester?” you whispered fiercely.

“I admit, it’s stupid. But you shouldn’t be hunting! It’s dangerous, Y/N!”

“You think I don’t realise that?”

“Apparently not, because you still do it!” he exclaimed.

“So do you!” you yelled back.

“But I don’t want you getting hurt because I’m in love with you!” he burst out.

“You - what?” You didn’t know how to continue. Dean had completely thrown you off with this latest revelation.

“I’m in love with you,” he repeated. “And like an idiot, I thought that if I made you think you sucked at hunting, you’d give it up and you could be safe. I was wrong, okay? But I was only trying to protect you!”

“Dean, if you want to protect me, teach me to throw knives, or shield me from monsters or something,” you explained. “But this? Making me feel like shit? That’s only going to hurt me more, just in different ways.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he murmured, stepping towards you.

“I’m sure you are, Dean,” you told him, taking a step back. “But don’t just think that we can kiss and make up and all this can be forgotten. If you want to put this behind us, then you need to sort yourself out and start treating me with respect.” Dean smiled. “What?”

“It’s just, that’s exactly why I love you. You don’t take shit from anyone.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve put up with plenty from you in the past. But that stops now. You have to prove yourself to me.”

“Deal.”

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Can you write where the reader is with Dean and she goes with him and Sam on a hunt and a shifter steals her identity without them knowing, kidnaps the reader, and takes her place so that it can get in with the Winchesters but they start to realize something is off and pick up on the little things that the shifter does that the reader wouldn't and they have to find the reader and when they find her the shifter, which got away, is already there and they can't tell them apart anymore?

Anonymous

Hi. I’m so, so sorry you’ve had to wait so long for this. I just really didn’t know how to write this. But I hope I’ve done a good job on it!

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Y/N POV

“You ready?” Sam asked.

“Yep,” you replied, gripping the handle of your silver knife.

“You be careful, alright?” Dean said. “I don’t want you getting hurt. And remember, when we get inside the sewers, don’t go too far in. Let Sammy and I search for the shifter. You just be on guard in case we need a hand, alright?”

“Yes, Dean. I know. You’ve only gone over the plan a thousand times.”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Dean pulled you in for a kiss. “Alright. Let’s go.”

You did as Dean asked, hanging back just inside the entrance to the sewers. The boys had been gone for quite a few minutes and your feet were getting tired, but you didn’t dare lean back against the wall, for fear of getting sewer slime on you.

The sound of dripping rang out through the tunnels, and you desperately wished the boys would come back soon. The cold and stench of the sewers was really getting to you.

A footstep sounded out in the tunnel behind you. “Oh thank God,” you sighed. “I thought you guys would never -” You froze. It wasn’t Sam and Dean approaching you.

“That’s cute,” the shifter began, sauntering towards you. “You didn’t realise it was me. You know what else is cute? Those hunters you’re with. Sam and Dean, was it? I might just try to get a behind the scenes glimpse. Now let’s see. How could I possibly convince them to take me home with them? Hmm.” The shifter frowned, placing a finger on its chin in mock contemplation. “Oh, I know! I could always pretend to be you!”

“You bitch,” you spat. You charged towards it, bringing the knife up, ready to plunge it into her heart. However, at the last second, the shifter moved, hissing in pain as your knife grazed her forearm.

“You are so going to regret that.” In a flash, the shifter had you pinned to the ground, the knife clattering towards the other side of the tunnel.

“Get off me!” you grunted, thrusting your body upwards to push her off.

“I don’t think so.” The shifter turned you over and began to bind you with some rope from the floor of the tunnel. You struggled to free yourself, but the shifter was much stronger than you were expecting, as well as being in a better position than you.

“Y/N?” Dean called out.

“Show time,” the shifter murmured in your ear. She dragged you further into the tunnel, changing into you as she did. “I’m here!” she called out to Dean.

“You all right?”

“Yeah, sure,” she replied, moving back to the tunnel’s entrance. “Except that you guys took forever. It’s freezing down here. Not to mention the smell. Did you kill it?”

“No. We think it’s out going after another victim,” Sam replied, coming into view.

“I’m just glad you both are safe.” The shifter stepped over to Dean, running her hands up his chest and pulling him into a long, passionate kiss.

“Really, guys?” Sam complained.

“Shut up, Sam,” Dean responded. “Just lead the way up. We can come back another time.” As the brothers climbed up out of view, the shifter turned back, sending a taunting smirk in your direction.

Third Person POV

Dean flopped onto the motel’s bed. “God, I was hoping that’d be over already. I can’t believe we have to keep searching!”

“Yeah, and in the meantime, more people are probably going to die,” Sam added.

“Guys, shit happens. Don’t be too hard on yourself,” Y/N said.

“You’re right,” Dean answered. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed off. Did you want to take the shower first?”

“Yeah, sure,” Y/N replied, stepping into the small bathroom.

“Huh,” Sam said.

“What is it?”

“She forgot her body wash. She uses that religiously after every hunt.” He pulled it out of Y/N’s duffel bag, then knocked on the bathroom door. “Y/N?”

“What?” she called out over the noise of the shower.

“You forgot your body wash.”

“Oh. Thank you,” she answered, reaching her hand around the door to get it. When she’d pulled it back in and the door was shut, Dean turned to Sam.

“Sammy, does she seem different to you?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, for one thing, she forgot her body wash,” Dean explained. “And for another, did you see the way she acted in the car? She didn’t seem to know any words to the music, even though I’ve played those songs a thousand times. And did you see her just before we got out of the sewers? I mean, I’m not complaining or anything, but she doesn’t normally kiss me like that in front of you.”

“So what are you - crap,” Sam swore.

“You reckon she’s the shifter, too?” Dean confirmed, already moving towards the bathroom door.

“Definitely.”

Dean kicked down the bathroom door, moving aside to let Sam in with the knife. “Damn it!” Sam exclaimed.

“What is it?” Instead of answering, Sam just pointed towards the open window. “We better get moving then,” Dean added grimly, heading off in the direction of the Impala.

Y/N POV

Footsteps clattered down the ladder into the sewers. “Hello?” you called out. “Can someone help me?”

“Nope, it’s me again,” your voice called back.

“I have way too big a headache to deal with this,” you moaned, watching your own figure approach.

“There are ways to erase headaches,” the shifter smirked, the gleam of a blade coming from her right hand. When she got close to you, you swung your legs out, causing her to topple over, hitting her head against the wall.

You rolled across the floor, fumbling for the knife she had dropped. You finally managed to wrap your fingers around the handle, awkwardly manoeuvring the blade towards the rope binding your wrists. The shifter must have been in a hurry when she bound you, because the ropes fell away relatively quickly.

You leaped up, preparing to attack the shifter when a thump came from the sewer’s entrance. “Y/N? Are you down here?” Dean’s voice rang out.

“Dean!” you rushed forward, diving into his arms. Your voice came out muffled against his shoulder. “Thank God you’re here.”

“Sam. Dean,” the shifter croaked out feebly from the shadows of the tunnel. “Help me. The shifter…it attacked me. It had me tied up.”

Sam and Dean’s eyes darted back and forth between you and the shifter. “Uh, Dean? You might just want to think twice before you start stabbing anyone,” Sam warned.

“You mean, you don’t recognise me?” the shifter asked, stumbling into the faint light coming in from above. “Dean…it’s me. You have to believe me.”

Dean’s eyes were pained. “No,” you interjected. “You can’t just tie me up and make out with my boyfriend, and then try to take over my life. Because you know what? The boys aren’t the only badasses in this little trio. I’m pretty good too, even if I say so myself.” You turned to Dean. “Cut me.”

“What?”

“I said cut me!” you repeated impatiently. “It’s the only way to prove I’m not a shifter.” Dean eyed you warily, before grabbing your arm and pulling it closer.

“No,” the shifter cried out, darting forward. Sam grabbed her, holding her back while Dean dragged the knife across your arm. When nothing unusual happened, he spun around, lashing out at the shifter with the knife. It sunk into her chest, sending her body crumpling into ground.

“Thank you for saving me,” you whispered, pulling Dean into your arms for a second time. When he didn’t respond, you pulled back. “Dean? What’s wrong?”

“It looks like you,” he whispered, his gaze fixated on the shifter. “I stabbed a shifter, and now your body is lying on the ground with a knife sticking out of your chest.”

“Dean, look at me. Dean,” you demanded, turning his face to look at you. “It does look like me. But it’s not. I am right here, touching you. Can you feel that, my warmth? That’s because I’m still alive. I’m safe, and it’s because of you.”

Dean continued staring at you for another few moments, before pulling you tightly against him. “Promise me I’ll never have to see your body lying on the ground like that,” he murmured, clutching you tightly.

“I promise.”

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Thanks for reading! I was going to write more today, but I had to spend my first proper day of the school holidays at an all day drama rehearsal. Damn. But it was actually quite fun, so I shouldn’t really be complaining.

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Apr 6

Could you write an imagine where the reader secretly washes the Impala after a messy hunt for Dean when she thinks he's asleep but gets caught? I love your writing and can't wait to see more!

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Hey. Thank you so much for saying that! I’m sorry this took so long but I hope it’s what you were after.

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You snuck out of the bunker, staying as quiet as possible so that you wouldn’t wake Sam and Dean. When you got to the garage, you grabbed a bucket and filled it with water and soap, before grabbing a sponge as well.

“Dean really messed you up, didn’t he?” you murmured to Baby. “I’ve never seen you this dirty before!”

You reached up to the roof of the car, scrubbing at the caked on mud. After a while, you got into a rhythm and soon you were busting out the lyrics to your favourite songs, figuring the Winchesters wouldn’t be able to hear you through the thick walls.

You had just moved to wipe at Baby’s headlights when someone cleared their throat behind you. You whipped around to find Dean standing there with a smirk on his face.

“Really, Y/N? Cleaning my car at one o'clock in the morning?”

“It was really dirty!” you protested.

“And cleaning her couldn’t wait until morning?” he asked dubiously.

“It was really bugging me!” you exclaimed. “Why are you here, anyway?”

“Because I’m radioactive, radioactive!” Dean sang.

“You heard that?” you moaned, covering your face in embarrassment.

“I did. And I must say, you’re not a bad singer.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m good.”

“True, true,” Dean agreed. “But I like it regardless.” He went and picked up another sponge.

“What are you doing?” you asked as Dean came over to the Impala and started scrubbing the hubcaps.

“If you’re gonna be weird in the middle of the night, I figure I might as well join you,” he stated.

You grinned. “The mud was pissing you off too, wasn’t it?”

“Little bit, yeah.” You laughed and the two of you went back to cleaning.

When Dean wasn’t looking, you reached across and squeezed out your sponge on top of him.

He shot up, water dripping down his face. “Is that how it’s gonna be, huh? Because two can play that game,” he said, lunging towards you with his own sponge. You shrieked, darting out of the way.

By the time the two of you went back to bed, you were both soaked, half the suds having gone on you rather than the Impala.

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Apr 3

Could u do an imagine where Dean drags u 2 ur family members wedding and (u hunt with them) he pretends to be your boyfriend (u like each other) and a leviathan shows up and spills all ur secrets to ur family and then you hand to hand combat it and kill it on your own and you can end it anyway u want THANKS!

Hi! I’m sorry it took me so long to write this and I hope you like it! I’m not quite sure if this is what you meant, but I did my best with it.

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“You’re going to wear that to a wedding?” Dean asked as you walked into the bunker’s kitchen in your pyjamas.

“Yes, and then I’m going to wear it when I go meet the Queen,” you replied sarcastically. “Seriously though, I’m not going to any wedding today. How did you find out, anyway?”

“I found the invitation on the ground beside the bin,” Dean explained. “And you can’t not go! It’s your cousin Stacey that’s getting married!”

“You’ve never even met my cousin Stacey!”

“Yeah, but I’m sure her wedding will be awesome.”

“Dean,” you sighed, “I’m not going. I didn’t RSVP and I’m definitely not going alone.”

“Take me then. And besides, people always overbook at weddings. I’m sure they won’t mind an extra two people,” Dean answered.

“You’d go to a wedding with me?” you asked doubtfully.

“Sure. Why not?”

“Alright. Well, I guess I better get ready. And you should too,” you told him, heading back out of the room after grabbing a couple of slices of toast from Dean’s plate.

“Take my food again and I’ll retract my offer!” Dean called after you. You grinned as you shut your bedroom door behind you.

—-

It took you a while, but you were finally able to find a suitable dress that didn’t have too many creases in it. You spent a bit of time on your hair and make up too, but gave up after a while, figuring you wouldn’t stay very long.

“Alright, let’s go,” you sighed, stepping out of your room to meet Dean.

He turned around and when his eyes found you, he sucked in a sharp breath. “Y/N, you look…wow.”

“Don’t mock me,” you said.

“I’m not! You really do look incredible!”

“Well, thank you,” you answered carefully. “But we should probably go now.”

“Sure,” Dean nodded.

—-

From the moment you pulled up outside the church, you knew exactly why you hated weddings.

“Dean, I can’t do this. I haven’t seen my family in ages! What am I supposed to tell them about what I do now? How do I explain hunting?” You were starting to panic, so Dean rested his hands on your shoulders.

“Y/N, it’s gonna be fine. Trust me. Now, why don’t you go talk to some people while I park Baby?”

“Alright,” you responded, stepping out from the car.

“Y/N!” you heard a voice call to you as Dean drove around the corner. You turned to find your aunt and uncle walking towards you. “We didn’t expect to find you here!” your aunt continued.

“It was a bit of a last minute decision,” you explained.

“I can see that. I mean, you didn’t even have time to wrangle up a date!” she laughed. “Not that we really expected much different. No offence.”

“Actually,” a deep voice said from beside you, “I was just parking the car. I’m Dean Winchester, Y/N’s boyfriend,” Dean introduced himself.

“It’s nice to meet you,” your aunt said as your uncle shook the hand Dean had offered. Both relatives looked quite flustered at having been proved wrong.

“Well,” your uncle began awkwardly, “we should probably go. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Goodbye,” you said as they moved away.

As soon as they were gone, you turned to Dean. “What the hell?” you hissed.

“What?”

“Why did you tell them you were my boyfriend?”

“They were being really nasty to you and I wanted to prove them wrong. Besides, dating me wouldn’t be so terrible, would it?”

“I-but-that’s not the point!” you burst out, a blush creeping up your neck.

“How about we go inside?” Dean suggested. “I think the ceremony’s starting soon.”

—-

After the ceremony had ended, you all headed outside, where the bridal party had their photos taken.

“You brought a Winchester, I see,” a voice drawled.

“Do I know you?” you asked the man who had approached you.

“You know of me,” he replied, opening his jaw to reveal a large set of teeth and forked tongue.

“Leviathan,” you whispered.

“Bingo! Hey everyone,” he called, his voice rising so that those around you could hear. “Did you know that Y/N isn’t actually dating Dean Winchester? They lied so she wouldn’t seem pathetic to you.”

A few people nearby started to murmur, glancing between you, Dean and the leviathan. “What are you playing at?” you hissed.

“I think secrets can really get in the way of relationships, don’t you think? You know, I think it’s about time we tell everyone what you do for a living.”

Your eyes widened as panic filled you. But before you could do anything, Dean had already stepped forward, grabbing the leviathan by the front of his suit and pulling him so that his face was right in front of Dean’s. “If you dare -”

“Dean,” you interrupted, casting your eyes around at the concerned looks you were receiving, “let me deal with this. We can take him round there.” You indicate towards where Dean had parked the Impala.

Dean consented and dragged the leviathan around the corner, out of sight of the wedding guests.

“Do you really think you can do anything to harm me?”

“I really do,” you replied, flinging Boraxo in his face. While his skin was burning, you snatched up the knife that Dean offered and sliced his head off.

As it hit the ground with a soft thump, you sagged back into Dean.

He straightened you up and went to put the head inside a box he’d retrieved from the Impala.

“We better go bury these,” he told you. When you didn’t answer, he added, “Y/N? You listening?”

“Can’t I just go to my cousin’s wedding without some creepy monster drama taking place?”

“If it means anything to you, I thought you were pretty badass when you took that sucker down.”

You gave him a small smile. “I just wish I didn’t have to put up with all this crap 24/7.”

“Then don’t,” Dean said. When you looked up at him blankly, he went into a little more detail. “We can take a break. Rent some movies, order pizza, just do absolutely nothing. What do you think?”

“I think you’re the best fake boyfriend ever,” you answered, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Do me a favour,” Dean murmured in your ear.

“Hmm?”

“Do you think we could get rid of the ‘fake’ part?”

You pulled back and grinned up at him. “I thought you’d never ask.”

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Thanks for reading! I have an English creative writing assessment tomorrow, so wish me luck! I’m pretty nervous, because we are getting some kind of 'stimulus’ and then we’ll have 50 minutes to write something spectacular. So yeah, wish me luck!

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Can you do an imagine where the pairing is readerxdean? But here's what I was thinking, charlie and the reader are best friends but the reader is straight. Sam and dean think that thy are together because of how comfortable around each other they are or the way they act. Then dean finds out the reader is straight and hits on her and it gets fluffy?? Thanks! And you can change it a little if you want! Your writing is perf!

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Hi! Thanks for saying that! And thank you for the request. I’m sorry it took so long. I just wanted to let you know that I really enjoyed writing this. I’ve got a few friendships where I’m close like this to the person so it was fun to translate that into words. Anyway, I hope you like it!

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You were stretched out along the couch, your head in Charlie’s lap. “Chip me,” you demanded, reaching in and grabbing a handful once she’d passed you the bag. “Thank you!”

“Uh huh,” Charlie replied. “Now shut up. I can’t hear the movie over your crunching.”

“Well excuse me!” you said, reaching up to swat her on the arm before settling down again and turning your attention back to the screen.

About halfway through the movie, Charlie pressed the pause button to get a drink, leaving you and the Winchesters alone in the room.

“So,” Dean began, interrupting the silence. “How long have you two been together?”

“What?” you asked in confusion.

“You and Charlie. How long have you been going out?” he clarified.

“Yeah, I was wondering the same thing,” Sam added. “You two just seem so comfortable around each other.”

You burst out laughing. “We’re not like that.”

“Oh. Well do you want to be? Because I could talk to her for you…” Dean suggested.

“Are you kidding?” you giggled. “Charlie’s my best friend! I’m not interested in her in that way. Besides, I’m more into people who are a little bit more…male.”

“So you’re straight?” Sam confirmed.

“As far as I’m aware,” you smiled.

“Really?” Dean asked, a grin taking over his features. Noticing the attention he was giving you all of a sudden, you looked down, attempting to hide the blush creeping over your cheeks.

Charlie strode back into the room. “Alright, everyone. It’s movie time. Don’t make me cast a muffliato charm over you.”

Half an hour later, the movie was over and you went into the kitchen to throw away the empty chip packet.

“You know, I’ve met a lot of angels in my time but you’re the only one who’s ever made a room feel like Heaven,” a voice stated from behind you.

Slowly, you turned around to see Dean leaning against the doorframe, his arms folded across his chest.

“I’m sorry. What?” you asked.

“I was saying that -”

“No, I heard what you said,” you told him. “But are you flirting with me, Dean Winchester?”

“Uh, maybe,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck.

“You don’t sound so sure.”

“Well it depends,” he explained.

You cocked an eyebrow. “On what?”

“Your reaction to it,” he answered.

“Well,” you began. “I think it was an incredibly lame pick-up line. Seriously. Don’t ever use that again.” He looked down, seemingly disappointed with your response. “But,” you added, “I think that the sentiment behind it was rather nice. And I think that maybe we could work something out. Maybe go out for dinner or something.”

He looked up with a smile. “Only a maybe?”

“Well it depends,” you teased.

“On what?”

You grinned. “Your reaction.”

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