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Jul 3

Can I please have a Garth imagine where the reader has a daughter with him (who is the age of a toddler). And can it be like that the three of them go to the park on a sunny day. Just something cute like that. I just love Garth and unfortunately I don't see much Garth here on Tumblr.

Anonymous

Hi. Guys, I am so, so, SO sorry for the lack of updates. It’s just last week, I had to put on a play, and there were four performances, and I was working on a science assessment as well. And this week, I had to finish some maths homework and an essay, and I saw TFIOS again, as well. But that’s over now! The rest of my school holidays shall be devoted to reading, writing and watching TV shows!

And anon, I love Garth as well. I think he’s epic. So I hope I did him justice.

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You daughter squirmed in your arms, struggling to get down. Laughing, you lowered her to the ground, hearing the crunch of leaves beneath her little purple gumboots. With a squeal, she toddled off, her gaze set on the play equipment. “Ally, be careful!” you called out, taking a step after her.

“She’s all right,” your husband said from beside you. “She’s a kid. They’re pretty durable.” Looking around, you found Garth watching your daughter as she clambered up the slide.

“I know,” you sighed. “But I just worry about her. I know there are worse things out there, but still…” Your voice trailed off as your thoughts drifted somewhere much darker than swing sets and sand pits. When you had met Garth, he’d been living a normal life. But he’d told you all about his past, back when he used to hunt things that go bump in the night - demons and ghosts and the cast of nightmares.

“Hey,” he said, grabbing your shoulder and turning you to face him, as if he knew where your thoughts had taken you. “Everything’s alright,” he assured you. “Now come on. It looks nice and shady under that tree. We should set up the picnic there.”

The two of you went over and Garth shook out the blanket, spreading it out in a spot that was relatively leaf-free. As you sat down and took out some sandwiches, you kept your eye on your daughter, making sure that she was alright.

“Look!” she cried, running up to you after about ten minutes. “It’s a flower!” She thrust her hand at you, revealing the crumpled daisy clenched in her fist.

“It’s beautiful!” you exclaimed, pulling her into your lap. “How about,” you started, pulling several more daisies from the ground beside you, “we make a daisy chain.”

“What’s that?” Ally asked, frowning up at you in confusion.

“It’s like a little crown made of daisies,” you explained, threading a daisy through the slit you’d made in the stem of another. You repeated the process several more times as your daughter looked on in fascination. At one point, you heard a click and looked up to find Garth holding his phone up, having just taken a photo of the two of you.

“I couldn’t not take it. The two of you just looked so gorgeous,” he said.

You smiled back at him, looking down at the now complete daisy chain. “There you go, beautiful!” you said, handing it to Ally. “Are you going to put it on?”

“Nup!” she giggled.

“What are you going to do it?” you queried.

“Not telling!” she laughed. Before you could say anything else, she stood up, stumbling towards Garth. “Close your eyes, Daddy!” He did as requested, a grin on his face. Ally slipped the daisy chain around his neck, then pulled back to admire her handiwork. “Open your eyes, Daddy!”

As Garth looked down at the daisy chain he was now sporting, Ally giggled and ran back into your eyes. “Looks like you’re the gorgeous one now, Garth!” you told him. He grinned back at you, wrapping his arm around you and your daughter.

“I love days like this,” he murmured, planting a kiss on Ally’s forehead, which she brushed off with another giggle.

“Here’s to many more, then,” you replied.

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Apr 6

Can I please have a Garth imagine? Like where the reader is hunting with the Winchesters and they run into Garth who is working on the same case? You can take it from here ! Just some fluffy(Maybe a little awkward , I mean its Garth, so it won't be going flawless) I just really love your imagines and I haven't seen much Garth imagines on Tumblr and there definetly should be more!

Anonymous

Hi. Thank you so much! And you’re totally right - there isn’t enough love for Garth on here! And there totally should be, because he’s fantabulous!

~~~~~

The Impala pulled up in front of the house where the murders had taken place.

“Ah, crap,” you murmured. “Looks like the actual authorities got here before us,” you continued, indicating towards the man in a Texas ranger uniform.

“Hang on,” Sam said. “Is that…?”

“Garth.” Dean finished.

You frowned in confusion. “Who’s Garth?”

“Looks like you’re about to find out,” Dean said, easing himself out of the car.

At the sound of the door slamming shut, the man named Garth turned around. When he saw the Winchester boys, he excused himself from the witness he was speaking to and made his way towards the three of you, a broad smile stretching across his face.

“Sam! Dean!” he exclaimed, pulling each of them in for a hug.

“Okay, okay. Come on, that’s enough,” Dean said, awkwardly patting Garth on the back.

“Who’s this?” Garth asked, pulling away from Dean.

“I’m Y/N,” you answered, holding out your hand.

Instead of shaking it like you thought he would, he brought it up to press a kiss to it, causing you to blush. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I’m Garth.”

“Yeah, I know. The boys told me.”

“So,” Dean interrupted, “have you spoken to the witnesses?”

“Mostly. The only one left is the daughter of the couple.”

“We better go talk to her then,” Dean said, walking towards the front door.

When the four of you got inside the house, you found a little girl curled up on the lounge, clutching a teddy to her side.

“Hey,” Sam said softly. “My name’s Sam. And these are my friends Dean, Y/N and Garth. We just want to ask you a couple of questions. Is that okay?”

The little girl didn’t answer, choosing instead to suck her thumb whilst staring at Sam with wide eyes.

“Allow me,” Garth announced, taking Sam’s place. “Would you maybe like to talk to Mr. Fizzles?”

You were about to interrupt and ask who Mr. Fizzles was when Garth pulled out a sock puppet. You cocked an eyebrow but allowed him to carry on, interested to know how this would pan out.

To your amazement, Garth’s use of the sock puppet actually got the young girl to open up. And as you watched him converse with her, you couldn’t help but smile. He just had this energy about him that you couldn’t help but love. Garth was the sort of person that made everyone smile, simply by being in the same room as them.

And if his infectious energy wasn’t enough, he glanced up at you at one point and smiled at you when he saw you watching him. That was the point when you realised that you were starting to crush on the dorky hunter.

—-

After about half an hour, Garth finished talking to the girl. What she’d said, combined with the information he’d gathered from the other witnesses, gave you enough information to track down the ghost who had committed the murders.

As Sam and Dean drove off to salt and burn the remains, you and Garth stayed back at the motel room.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Mr. Fizzles wants to talk to you.”

“Garth, I’m not going to speak to a sock puppet!” you laughed.

Garth gasped. “He has feelings, you know!” he exclaimed, dramatically covering the area where Mr. Fizzles’ ears would have been.

You giggled. “Fine then! I’ll do it. What did you want to say to me, Mr. Fizzles?”

Garth made the head of the sock puppet poke up. “Well, I wanted to ask you something on Garth’s behalf. He was too shy to ask you himself.”

“Oh? And what does Garth want to ask me?”

“Will you go on a date with him?” Mr. Fizzles asked.

You froze for a moment, surprised at the question. When you recovered yourself, you said, “Well, you can tell Garth that I’d love to go on a date with him.”

Garth lowered his hand. “Seriously?” he asked in his normal voice.

“Of course, Garth. Did you think I could say no after you asked me out so adorably?”

“Of course not! I totally knew you were gonna say yes,” Garth replied hastily.

“Sure you did,” you grinned. “And by the way, tell Mr. Fizzles that he is an awesome wingman.”

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