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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!

Anonymous

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!

~~~~~

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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Hey. Could you PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE make an imagine where the reader is living with Sam and Dean and she's actually overweight but Dean and Sam comfort her about it? So many people were commenting on my weight recently and i could really use some cheering up please. :(

Anonymous

Hey. I just want you to know that you’re a bloody amazing person! Please try not to let those jerks get to you with what they say, because you’re beautiful and you don’t deserve to hear that kind of crap.

I really hope this imagine helps!

~~~~~

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked.

“What makes you think something’s wrong?” you asked.

“Well, you’ve been quiet all night and you’ve barely touched your food. Usually when we have pizza, you’re all over it,” he replied.

“So you think it too,” you whispered, your eyes stinging.

“Think what?” Dean questioned.

“That I’m fat,” you spat out.

“What? No! Of course not!” Sam exclaimed.

“Don’t try to deny it. I’m not blind, you know. I can see that I’m overweight. And so can everyone else, if their remarks are anything to go by,” you stated bitterly.

“Well, so what if you’re a bit overweight?” Dean asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, why should that matter?”

“Well, it’s gross and it makes me look ugly -”

“Are you kidding me?” Sam interrupted. “Y/N, you’re beautiful, with or without a few extra pounds.”

“Sammy’s right,” Dean agreed. “Being beautiful isn’t about your weight. And besides, do you really wanna stop eating chocolate and pizza and all that good stuff just because a few people take offence to it?”

“No,” you replied slowly.

“Well, there you go. That’s your answer. You just keep doing what you do because Y/N? You’re awesome.”

The Winchesters were both smiling at you and you gave them one of your own in return.

“Do you guys really mean all that?”

“Of course,” Sam answered. “We love you, Y/N. We’d never lie to you about something like this.”

“Well, thanks. It means a lot to me,” you told them, taking a bite of your pizza. It tasted that much better after what the boys had just told you.

~~~~~

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Can you do an imagine where the reader has telekinesis, but doesn't want Dean and Sam to find out until the reader has to use the telekinesis to save them from demons?

Anonymous

Hi! I’m sorry for the wait. I’m not quite happy with the fight scene in this, but I hope the imagine is what you were after.

~~~~~

You sat on your bed, concentrating on the glass that sat on the kitchen table on the other side of the motel room. Slowly, it began to rise up into the air and float towards you.

The glass was about halfway across the room when you heard footsteps outside the door. You jumped, and your loss of concentration caused the glass to slam to the floor, shattering into tiny pieces.

“What are you doing in here?” Dean asked, entering the motel room.

“And why is there broken glass on the floor?” Sam added with a frown, coming in after him.

“I was just going to get a glass of water but I dropped it,” you lied. If you told them the truth, they’d think you were a freak with demonic powers, and you couldn’t stand it if they thought of you like that.

“Well do you think maybe next time you could clean it up instead of leaving it on the floor?” Dean asked. “I don’t want to have to get stitches because I stepped on glass.”

“Right. Of course. I was just about to do that,” you replied, jumping to your feet.

As you were collecting the shards into a paper towel, the boys outlined the case for you.

“So get this,” Sam began. “The other day, a teenage girl was attacked by an old woman. And by old, I mean 90 or something. So she was in no condition to be doing anything of the sort. Plus, this woman always goes to church, bakes cookies for the kids in her neighbourhood, that kind of thing. Your typical sweet old woman.”

“So we’re looking at a demon?” You stood up, putting the broken glass into the bin.

“Looks like it,” Dean answered. “You in?”

“Like you have to ask,” you scoffed.

“Good, because we’ve tracked her down and we’re ready to go when you are,” Sam informed you.

“Alright,” you nodded. “Just let me get changed and I’ll be all set.”

45 minutes later, you pulled up in front of an old barn.

“Why is an old woman living in a barn on the outskirts of town?” you asked.

“We did a bit of research and it turns out she grew up here,” Dean told you.

“I did the research, Dean. Not we.”

“Whatever, Sammy. Anyway, Y/N, it looks like the demon’s been using this as their base.”

“Alright then. Well, no use sitting around talking about it. Let’s go and take down the son of a bitch.”

If there was one thing you had learned from the Winchesters, it’s that you’ve always got to be on the ball, because things can turn sour almost instantly. And that was exactly what happened when you stepped into the barn.

Once your eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting, you saw that the old woman was in the middle of the barn. Surrounded by four other demons.

Three of them rushed at you, taking you by surprise. You grappled with your one, managing to knock them unconscious with only minimal injuries on your part. Looking up, you saw that Sam and Dean had had similar results.

But then one of the remaining demons stepped up and backhanded Dean across the room. He crashed into the wall and the demon knife went spinning off into the adjacent corner.

“Dean!” you screamed.

Sam made a grab for the knife, but the demon reached out and grabbed him, knocking him to the floor and laying punches on every area he could access.

An arm snaked around you from behind, spinning you around to pin you against the wall, where hands encircled your neck. You found yourself facing the old woman, whose face had started to go fuzzy around the edges. You could feel yourself blacking out but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get her hands off of your neck.

Your lungs were burning, your mouth gasping for air. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the knife glinting in a brief flash of sunlight. It was too far away for you to get to. Unless you resorted to more unconventional methods.

Focussing all your energy, you fixed your eyes on the handle, willing it into your hands. After the longest moment, you saw it begin to twitch. Once, twice, before sliding across the floor and then up into your open palm.

You gripped the handle tight and plunged the blade into the demon’s back. Her mouth opened wide, her face lighting up with orange flashes before her whole body collapsed to the floor.

“Get off me!” Sam yelled. You raced over to where Sam was struggling on the floor and took out the demon that was on top of him, before proceeding to stab the other demons lying unconscious on the floor.

“Are you alright?” you asked, going back over to him and offering your hand to help him up.

“Yeah,” Sam said slowly, looking at you in confusion. He opened his mouth to say something else, but a moan from the corner cut him off.

“Son of a bitch.” The two of you rushed to Dean’s side, checking to see if he was okay.

“Are you right to stand?” you asked.

“Give me a minute,” he replied. “But while we’re all sitting here, would you mind telling us how you managed to gank those demons, Y/N?”

“Yeah, last I checked, you were being strangled by one of them, and the knife was on the other side of the room. How did you kill her?” Sam questioned.

“I - um, you know, I guess - I guess I just got lucky,” you stammered.

“Getting lucky is finding $20 on the ground,” Dean informed you. “What happened to you was a freaking miracle. So again, how did you do it?”

“I don’t want to go into that…”

“Dammit, Y/N, just tell us!”

“No!” you shouted. Behind you, the barn door slammed shut.

“What the hell?” Sam murmured. Both boys turned to you, wondering why you’d flinched so hard at the loud bang.

“I didn’t mean to,” you whispered.

“Mean to do what?” Sam asked gently.

“This,” you answered, letting the door swing open again. “Sometimes it happens when I get angry.”

“Wait, that was you with the door?” Dean asked in disbelief.

You nodded your head slowly. “That’s how I got the knife. Telekinesis.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Sam wondered.

“I didn’t want you guys to think I was a freak,” you whispered.

“Y/N, we’d never think that about you,” Sam assured you.

“Damn right, we wouldn’t. Especially not when you just saved our lives with your abilities,” Dean added.

“Really?”

“Really,” Sam confirmed, giving you a smile which you readily returned. “And from now on? You don’t need to keep secrets from us. We’re family.”

~~~~~

I’m sorry, but the irony of that last bit Sam said! Anyway, thanks for reading!

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Can you make a one shot where the reader is Dean's girlfriend. And they have really strong relationship. But after a big fight with Dean she and Sam leave him. And after like month they find out that bobby is really sick. When they arrive at hospital they meet Dean. And the reader and Dean realise how they miss each other. And without any words they just cuddle and kissing. Flufffffff fluffff fluffffff ;)

Anonymous

Hey. Sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after! It’s a bit rushed it think and it’s really long but I couldn’t spend any more time fixing it because I have to study for a maths test and finish my geography assignment.

Warnings: Minor language, a huge fight.

~~~~~

You were waiting in the bunker for the boys to get back from their hunt.

“Sam? Dean?” you called out upon hearing footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Honey, we’re home!” Dean called back jokingly.

You ran into the room and threw your arms around the two of them.

“I take it you missed us?” Sam laughed.

“You were gone for 2 weeks! Of course I missed you!” you replied, tucking yourself into Dean’s side.

Noticing this, Sam said, “I’m gonna go put my stuff in my room and get cleaned up.”

“Ok. Cya!” you answered as Dean lead you over to the lounge.

“I missed you, baby,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You looked up into his eyes. “I missed you too, Dean.”

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “What’s wrong, Dean?”

“I, uh, I got you something.”

“Like a present?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.

“Yeah,” he answered. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a woven bracelet. “I mean, it’s not much but I saw it and I thought of you and -”

“Dean,” you cut him off. “I love it.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Of course,” you replied, leaning in for a kiss. When you pulled back, you added, “Maybe when I start going on hunts, I can bring stuff back for you!”

Dean stiffened. “What is it? Did I say something wrong?” you questioned.

“You’re not going on any hunts. Ever,” Dean stated firmly.

“Excuse me? And why not?”

“Because it’s dangerous.”

“So? You do it,” you pointed out.

“That’s different. I’m trained.”

“And? You could give me a bit of training.”

“It’s not going to happen!” Dean yelled. You were both on your feet now.

“Is it too much to ask to learn how to protect myself and the people I love?” you yelled back.

“Yes, it is! Because you shouldn’t have to when I’m around!”

“Well, you aren’t always around!” you responded.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean’s voice was steadily getting louder.

“It means that half the time, you,” you jabbed a finger at his chest, “are always gone and I’m left on my own!”

Dean was breathing heavily. “You know what? If you’re so sure you can look after yourself, why don’t you take off then? See what things are like on your own!”

“Dean!” You turned to see a shocked Sam standing in the doorway. “What the hell?”

“No, Sam, he’s right. I think I will go off on my own.”

“Fine,” Dean said.

“Fine!” you answered, storming off to your room to pack your bags. When you came back out, Sam and Dean were standing in the same positions.

—-

You had left and were just starting up your car when Sam appeared by the passenger door.

“You can’t convince me to stay,” you told him.

“I’m not trying to,” he answered, throwing his bag into the bag seat and climbing into the car beside you. “I’m joining you.”

“I don’t want you to come with me out of pity,” you said in a withering voice.

“Y/N, this isn’t pity. This is me hating to see my best friend alone and upset, and wanting to help her. Besides, Dean’s being a jerk. He needs time alone to cool off.”

“Alright then,” you said after a moment of thought. “Thank you, Sam,” you murmured as an afterthought.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.”

—-

A month later, you were in your motel room while Sam went to pick up some breakfast when your phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Is this Y/N Y/L/N?” an unfamiliar voice asked from the other end of the line.

“Yes,” you replied warily. “Who is this? How did you get this number?”

“My name is Jenny. I work at Sioux Falls General Hospital. We have a patient here named Bobby Singer. He’s very ill. Your number was listed as one of his emergency contacts,” she explained.

You felt like the bottom had gone out of your world. “Miss Y/L/N? Are you there?”

Coming back to your senses, you demanded, “What’s wrong with him? Will he be okay?”

“We’re still running some tests. We can’t tell you any more than that until we know what’s going on.”

“We’ll be there in a few hours,” you said, ending the call.

“Y/N?” Sam called, coming back in. When he saw you, he dumped the food on the table and rushed towards you. “What’s happened? Why are you shaking?”

“It’s Bobby.”

—-

Five hours later, you were rushing to the reception desk of the hospital.

“What room is Bobby Singer in?” Sam asked frantically.

“Room 232,” the receptionist replied. “But there’s another visitor in there at the moment…”

You ignored the rest of her words as you and Sam dashed off to go see Bobby.

“Bobby?” you asked, moving to his bedside and grabbing one of his hands. It wasn’t until then that you realised someone was on the other side of Bobby’s unconscious body, clutching his other hand.

“Dean,” you whispered, the colour draining from your face.

“Y/N,” he replied, looking shocked to see you again.

As you struggled to come up with something to say, a doctor entered the room. “This looks like a popular ward!” he said cheerfully. The three of you turned to look at him.

“Have the tests come back?” Sam asked.

“They have,” the doctor nodded. “I think you’ll be pleased to know that Mr Singer here has pneumonia, but is expected to make a full recovery.” He must have misinterpreted the tension in the room, because he added, “I’ll just give you a moment to discuss this,” before bustling out of the room.

Sam glanced between you and Dean. “I’ll just go and ask him a couple of questions,” he said, following the doctor out of the room.

When you were alone, Dean said, “So…how have you been?”

“Good. You?” you asked politely.

“I’m good.” There was an awkward pause. “You know what?” Dean continued. You glanced up, startled. “I’m not good. I’m all alone in that bunker and it’s my own fault. All I can think about is what I said to you. I’m so sorry. I was a dick, Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just…I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt, especially not because I brought you into this lifestyle.”

You stood there, stunned. You didn’t know how to reply. “Say something,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry, too,” you replied. “I should have just spoken to you like a normal person instead of blowing up at you.”

“Will you have me back?” Dean asked after a moment, his expression vulnerable.

You nodded, going towards him and wrapping your arms around him.

The two of you stood there like that for several minutes. Neither of you said anything, you just basked in the warmth of each other’s embrace. Finally, Dean leaned down to kiss you.

It was a slow kiss, a promise. It was a message, telling all the unspoken words between you. It was a kiss that said, “I love you.”

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! So the ending was kind of cheesy but what can you do? Anyway, feedback and requests are welcome.

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Feb 2

Can you do an imagine where Sam is the reader's boyfriend and he's sick, so Dean asks the reader to come and help take care of Sammy? Because Dean knows that the reader is the only one who can comfort his brother. And maybe some fluff in there too? Thanks!! Love your imagines by the way. :)

Anonymous

Aww, thank you! Here it is. Sorry for the wait!

~~~~~

“Hello?” you said into the phone.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dean’s voice came out through the speakers.

“Dean! How are you? How’s Sam? Where are you guys?” you asked.

“I’m good but Sam isn’t so good,” he said. “And we’re actually about 15 minutes away.”

“What? What’s wrong? Dean, what’s going on?” you asked frantically.

“Nothing, don’t worry. He’s just got a really high fever,” Dean explained.

“So he’s okay then?” you questioned.

“Yeah, he’ll be fine. It’s just that I’ve got to go on a hunt and he’s not really in the best shape to be left alone. He keeps asking for you. Do you think you might be able to swing by?”

“Like you even have to ask,” you replied. “Give me the address and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Twenty minutes later, you were stood outside a motel room. You only had to knock once before the door was swung open by Dean.

“Hey,” you greeted him.

“Hey yourself,” he answered. As you stepped into the room, you saw Sam tossing and turning on one of the beds.

“Sammy,” Dean called. “Y/N’s here. She’s going to take care of you.” Dean looked back at you. “Thanks for coming. I’ll see you later,” he said before exiting the room.

“Y/N?” Sam asked in a weak voice.

“Yes, baby, it’s me,” you told him as you went and sat on the edge of his bed.

“Are you here to take care of me?”

“Yes, I am,” you replied, stroking his hair. As you did so, you noticed that Sam’s forehead felt as though it was on fire.

“Jeez, Sam. Dean wasn’t lying about that fever,” you murmured.

“It’s not so bad,” Sam told you. “I don’t even feel that hot.”

You bit your lip. That did not sound good.

“Could you please get me some water?” Sam asked.

“Of course, sweetheart,” you responded as you leaned down to kiss his temple.

You stood up and went to fill a glass in the small kitchenette. You went back over to the bed and handed it to Sam.

“Thanks,” he said, sitting up to drink. As he sipped, he could barely keep his hands from shaking. This resulted in a few drops of the water spilling over the rim of the glass and onto the sheets.

“Sam,” you began, taking the glass from him and putting it on the bedside table. “What’s wrong? You’re shaking.”

“I-I’m just r-really cold,” Sam stuttered through chattering teeth.

“Here,” you said gently as you took a blanket from the other bed and draped it over him. “Does that help?”

“Yeah. Thanks,” Sam replied. You noticed that sweat had started beading on his forehead so you went into the bathroom to wet a cloth.

As you returned to the bed, you saw Sam was following you with his eyes.

“Y/N?”

“What is it, Sammy?” you asked as you wiped his face with the washcloth.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Sam told you.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” you said, resting your hand on the side of his face.

Sam reached up, took that hand in his own and brought it to his lips. “I love you, Y/N,” he said.

“I love you too, Sammy.”

~~~

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Feb 1

Hello!!! (^.^) I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is Sam and Deans little sister and she dies, but Gabriel lifts her from hell and they're all dating and Sam, Dean, and Cas find out (•~•) and they forbid you to go out with him but you do it anyways? Im so sorry if you don't wanna. I'm sorry.

Anonymous

Hey. No need to be sorry! If anyone should be apologising, it’s me. I had to catch up on some episodes so I’m so sorry this imagine took so long! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

~~~~~~~

Fire. Screams. Torment. Agony. You’d seen a lot of horror movies in your time, even lived a few, but none of the terrible events that had happened in those could even begin to compare to the reality of hell. Every moment that went by was an eternity. Every minute seemed to last a thousand lifetimes. Time here seemed impossible. You’d been in Hell forever, but the occasions where you were told that the day of torture was over seemed few and far between.

Flames. Anguish. Terror. Wings. Wings?

Something was wrong. Or perhaps right. You had no idea. All you knew was that Hell was always the same, but this was different.

A hand gripped your shoulder. You could feel the shape of it being branded into your skin. And then it happened - the rising sensation.

—-

You woke up in a field that looked as though a hurricane had torn through it. You stepped over an uprooted tree, fear and confusion making coherent thought impossible.

“Miss me?” a voice to your right asked.

You whipped your head around to find Gabriel standing there, a lighthouse to guide you amidst all this destruction. You ran towards him and threw your arms around him, finally feeling safety again as his arms pulled you in.

“It’s you,” you sobbed into his chest. “It’s really you.”

“You bet it is,” he replied. “You won’t believe what I had to go through to get you out of Hell.”

“So that was you?” you asked, pulling away to look up at him.

“Who else?” he answered. “There’s no way I would ever leave you in there. You deserve so much more than that.”

You smiled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, the first time you could remember in a long time when you were actually expressing happiness.

“How long?” you whispered.

“A month.”

“A month?” you questioned. “But that’s, that’s impossible! No, surely not. I was there for so much longer than that!”

“Time works differently down there.” Gabriel explained.

“Oh, God,” you whispered. “I was really there, wasn’t I? It really happened. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” you started repeating over and over, like a mantra. Tears had worked their way down your face again, blurring your vision and forcing you to sit on one of the fallen trees.

Gabriel sat down beside you and pulled you towards him.

“Hey, I’m here. You’re safe now, Y/N. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he murmured.

While his voice and embrace were soothing, all the stress and fear and pain you’d felt in Hell took over and it was at least an hour before your brain was able to process anything beyond your immediate situation.

“My brothers,” you said finally, wiping a hand across your eyes. “I have to see them.”

“Are you sure? I mean, is right now really the best time?” Gabriel questioned.

“I have to. They’ve spent a month thinking I was dead. I have to let them know I’m alive.”

“Alright then. I’ll send you over,” Gabriel consented as he pressed a finger to your head to send you away.

Before you stood the door to a motel room. As you looked around, you could tell that it was fairly low budget, but you couldn’t care less. On the other side of that door were the people who meant the most to you in the world.

You slowly raised your hand and, with only a moment of hesitation, knocked.

“If you’re the cleaning person, we’re alright in here,” Dean’s voice floated out to you.

“I’m not the cleaning lady,” you answered with a shaky laugh.

“What the-” Dean began, only to cut himself off abruptly as he wrenched open the door.

“Sammy!” he called, warning in his tone.

“Dean!” you cried, stepping towards him.

“Stay where you are,” Dean commanded, holding a gun towards you.

You raised your hands in a conciliatory gesture.

“Dean, it’s me. I’m back,” you told him. “Really, it’s me. Same as before.”

“We’ll see about that,” Dean said, just as Sam stepped into your line of vision.

“Y/N,” he whispered as he caught sight of you.

“We’ve got some tests to run, Sammy,” Dean said.

“Right,” Sam replied, picking a bottle of holy water and pouring it over you. Next, Dean picked up some salt from a side table and threw it on you. Finally, Sam pulled out a silver knife and dragged the blade across your forearm.

“Are you done?” you asked, dripping with water.

“Y/N,” Dean murmured as he grabbed you and pulled you into an embrace. It soon turned into a three way hug when Sam wrapped his arms around you as well.

“You’re back,” Sam whispered.

“We’re so, so sorry, Y/N,” Dean said, his voice muffled by your hair. “It’s our fault you had to go there.”

You extricated yourself from their arms. “Guys, none of this was your fault,” you told them firmly. “Besides, that doesn’t matter now. I’m safe. That’s what’s important.”

“Y/N,” a new voice said.

“Cas!” you exclaimed, looking behind you to find one of your closest friends.

“I’m very glad to see you alive again,” he told you. “However, I don’t understand how this came about.”

“Wait, you mean you didn’t do this?” Dean asked.

“Then who did?” Sam queried.

“Hello, boys.” The three of you turned to find that Gabriel had also arrived.

“Gabriel?” Sam asked in surprise.

“The one, the only,” Gabriel replied cockily, which caused you to roll your eyes as you moved to stand beside him.

“I don’t understand,” Cas began. “Why did you raise her? I don’t recall hearing any such plans.”

“I did it on my own terms. I wasn’t just going to leave Y/N there,” Gabriel answered as he gave your hand a squeeze.

Sam noticed this and asked, “Y/N, what’s going on?”

Shyly, you looked up at Gabriel, who gave you a nod. “Gabriel and I are…together.”

“What?” Sam and Dean burst out in unison.

“Y/N, I don’t think that’s the best idea,” Sam said while Dean stood beside him, seething with rage.

“And why not?” you demanded to know.

“Well, for starters, he’s angel,” Sam explained.

“So? Cas is an angel!” you defended yourself.

“You’re not dating Cas!” Dean exclaimed.

“I must say I agree with them,” Cas told you. “A relationship with an angel would be…complicated.”

“So what? I can handle it.”

“Do you even know what you’re getting yourself into? This guy messes with people’s heads for a living!” Dean yelled.

At this, Gabriel decided enough was enough and drew himself up to his full height.

“I would never do such a thing to Y/N,” Gabriel said. “I love her.”

“You what?” Sam asked.

“I love her,” Gabriel repeated.

“What about you, Y/N? Do you feel the same way?” Sam asked you.

“I do,” you uttered.

Dean huffed out an annoyed breath. As he looked between you and Gabriel, he seemed to reach some sort of decision.

“Fine then,” he began as he stepped up to Gabriel, stabbing a finger into his chest. “But don’t think that because you brought Y/N back, you’re automatically off the hook for everything. If you hurt her, we will hunt you down and kick your ass.”

Dean backed off and you noticed that Sam and Cas were also sending threatening glances in Gabriel’s direction. You didn’t care though. You were back with your family and you had another shot at life, all with the man you love standing beside you.

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could you do an imagine where sam and dean are out hunting so gabe stops by to have a movie day with you in the bunker? Could you maybe make it all fluffy with a little make out sesh? aha thank youu! xx

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Hey! I’m sorry it took a while for me to get this request done. I had to catch up on a few episodes. Anyway, I’m not sure if the amount of fluff was what you were hoping for but I did put in the make out session! Although I’ve never written that kind of thing before so I hope it didn’t suck!

I hope you like it!

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“Ugh,” you moaned as you flopped down onto your bed. Sam and Dean had just left to go work a case and you had no clue where Cas was. The next few days in the bunker were going to be boring and lonely.

“Something wrong, sweetheart?” a cocky voice asked from the open door.

Sitting upright, you looked towards the doorway and saw Gabriel standing there, watching you.

“Gabriel! What the hell are you doing here?” you asked in astonishment.

“I heard that you might be on your own around here so I thought I’d drop by. I figured we could watch some movies or something,” he replies.

“You want to watch movies with me?” you asked skeptically. “An angel wants to slum it with a human and spend the day watching movies?”

“Sure. Why not? I’ve been around a while - things get boring after a bit of time,” he shrugged.

“Alright then,” you said as you headed down to where the TV was. “Let’s do this. But I pick the movies,” you warned.

“Sure. Whatever you want,” Gabriel agreed.

You bent down and loaded Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone into the DVD player. It was one of your favourite movies ever and you practically never got to watch it.

When you were done, you stood up and turned around, only to find Gabriel settled into the couch with a bowl of popcorn.

You raised an eyebrow. “Is that real popcorn or did you work some kind of trickster magic on it?”

“It’s as real as it gets,” Gabriel answered. “That’s what happens when you have friends in high places. Literally.”

You rolled your eyes and sank into the couch beside him, helping yourself to a mouthful of popcorn.

“Well, thanks,” you told him. “But shut up now. The movie’s starting.”

You had been watching the movie for a while when you realised that you were close to your favourite part, the scene where Harry, Ron and Hermione face down the troll on Halloween.

You nudged Gabriel. “This is it! It’s my favourite bit. You don’t want to miss it!”

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Gabriel wasn’t paying attention to the screen.

“You aren’t even watching it!” you accused. “This is the best part!”

“I’m already looking at the best part,” Gabriel answered, looking straight at you.

“Gabriel…” you began, unsure of how to respond.

He set the popcorn down on a side table and leaned in towards you. With his face only centimetres from yours, he paused for a moment, hesitant, before closing the gap between you and matching his lips to yours.

After a moment, he pulled away again.

“Wh-what was that?” you stuttered.

“Too much?” he asked with a smirk. But as you looked into his eyes, you could see that he was actually afraid of how you were going to react.

“No, not at all. Just…unexpected,” you finished, pulling his face to yours once more.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought that you’d end up kissing an angel. And yet here you were, your heart pounding in your chest and your cheeks flushing as Gabriel’s lips moulded themselves around yours.

What had started out as a couple of chaste kisses soon intensified and it wasn’t long before you were both out of breath, clothes askew and hair a mess.

“Wow,” you gasped out, your back pressed against the seat of the lounge with Gabriel hovering above you. “I guess you were right. This was the best bit.”

Gabriel grinned at you, before leaning down to fit his lips to yours once more.

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Could you please do an imagine where the reader and sam's daughter (who's the age of a toddler) gets kidnapped by a demon so the reader,sam,dean and castiel have to find her. I just really love your imagines so keep doing what you do,cause you're amazing

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Hey! I’m so glad that you like my imagines! That means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy this one, too!

Author’s Note: I named the toddler Mary. I’m not the best at coming up with names and since Sam and Dean were named after their grandparents, I decided to keep with that tradition.

This was actually a bit emotional for me to write and it does involve the kidnapping of a young child so just be aware of that.

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“You can’t go to the park unless you put a coat on!” you told Mary, your two year old daughter.

“Fine,” she complained as she shrugged her little arms into the sleeves.

“Don’t forget to say goodbye!” you warned.

“Bye, Daddy! Bye, Uncle Dean! Bye, Uncle Cas!” she called. Dean lifted Mary up into his arms, which caused her to giggle.

“You be good for your mum, okay?” Dean instructed. Mary bobbed her head up and down. She’d do anything to please her Uncle Dean.

“Good girl.” Dean put Mary down, just as Sam came into the room.

“Daddy!” Mary shrieked.

“Hey, beautiful!” Sam replied, staggering slightly as Mary tackled his legs.

He leaned towards you and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“Be careful,” he whispered to you.

“Of course, Sammy,” you replied.

“Are we going now?” Mary asked, gazing up at you with her big eyes.

“Yes, sweetheart. We are,” you laughed as you grabbed her hand and led her out the door, into the autumn afternoon.

You’d barely made it to the next street when you felt a sharp tug on your arm.

“Mummy?” Mary whispered timidly as she stared across the street.

You followed her gaze and saw a man standing there, his eyes boring into yours. His black eyes.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath, hoping Mary wouldn’t hear you. Whilst you and the boys were still involved in the hunting life, you didn’t actively seek out cases like you once did. For this reason, aside from having a single knife tucked into your boot, you were in no way prepared to take on a demon. Especially not while protecting your daughter.

“Come on,” you urged, as you pulled Mary back the way you had come. Perhaps by some miracle you could get close enough to the bunker that Mary could run back and warn the boys.

You hadn’t taken more than two steps before Mary’s shriek cut through the air and a sharp blow to the back of your head sent you crashing to the concrete beneath your feet.

A car horn from the nearby highway. That was the sound that finally woke you. As the rest of your senses starting working again, you saw that the sky was marginally darker than when you’d last seen it, so you knew you couldn’t have been out for long.

“Mary?” you asked groggily as you patted the footpath beside you, searching for an arm, a leg. Something.

“Mary?” you asked when you came up blank, your voice much higher in pitch.

You jumped to your feet and began to frantically search your surroundings.

“MARY!” you screamed, your heart smashing into your ribcage.

“Oh, God,” you choked out, thrusting your hand into your pocket to get your phone.

“Hello?” Sam asked after the first ring.

“She’s gone, Sammy! She’s gone!” you sobbed.

“What? Who’s gone? Tell me what’s happened, Y/N,” Sam asked, suddenly alert.

“Mary! There was a demon and he attacked me and I blacked out, and, and, SHE WAS GONE, SAMMY! Oh, God. What are we going to do? I’m such a bad mother. I let my baby get kidnapped!”

“You are not a bad mother, Y/N,” Sam told you. “Just tell me where you are.”

You did and before you had even finished your sentence, you heard Sam getting Dean and Cas ready.

“We’ll be there in a couple of minutes. Just breathe, Y/N,” Sam instructed as he hung up the phone.

You stood waiting by the curb, your phone clutched in your hand like a lifeline.

After a minute or two, the Impala screeched to a halt in front of you. Sam had jumped out of the backseat to pull you into his arms before it had even fully stopped.

“I’m so scared,” you sobbed as Sam pulled you into the car.

“Listen, Y/N, we’re going to find her, okay?” Dean said, his eyes locking onto yours in the rearview mirror.

“What if they’ve hurt her? Oh, God. What if she’s dead?” You were starting to get hysterical again.

“Y/N,” Cas began in his deep voice. “It seems likely that Mary has been taken as bait. It doesn’t make sense for the demon to hurt her if all they want to do is lure out the Winchesters,” he rationalised.

Castiel’s words managed to calm you down a fraction, until you looked out the window and saw that you had arrived back at the bunker.

“What are we doing here? We need to find Mary!” you exclaimed.

“We will,” Sam assured you. “But first, we need to find out where she is.”

“How are we going to do that from here?” you asked as you followed the others inside.

“We’ve got Bobby’s tracking device,” Dean explained as he went over to set it up.

Five minutes. That’s all it took to find out where Mary was. But those five minutes stretched out like an eternity. Every second that passed was another second separating you and your daughter. Every movement of the clock could be the timer ticking down to her death. The only thing stopping you from losing it completely was having Sam and Cas standing on either side of you, reassuring you, telling you that everything would turn out okay.

And then finally, finally, Dean turned around, his face set in determination. The four of you raced out to the Impala and Dean peeled off down the street, headed in the direction of the little girl who had captured all of your hearts.

After what seemed like an age, Dean slammed the brakes in front of a rundown warehouse. You threw open your door and sprinted towards it, towards your baby girl.

You could hear shouts from behind you, warnings, but you ignored them all. Screw having a plan - nothing would stop you from rescuing Mary.

The next few minutes were a blur. You took down demon after demon, seemingly unstoppable. You had heard stories of mothers lifting cars to save their children in a crazy adrenaline rush. This was your version of that.

Finally, the last demon fell. You turned around to find your beautiful girl, your Mary, cowering in a corner. You raced over to her and scooped her into your arms.

“My gorgeous girl,” you whispered as you held her tight and felt her tears dampen your shoulder. “You’re safe now, sweetheart. I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again,” you promised, pressing your lips to the top of her head.

Vaguely, you became aware that Sam, Dean and Cas had joined you and were also comforting Mary. But none of that mattered to you, because your beautiful little girl was safe in your arms once more.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it! I was going to write this yesterday but I had a bad day and wasn’t in the mood.

I had to go to the eye specialist yesterday (which is something that upsets me) and they have this numbing eye drop that they put in. I swear, it feels like your eyeball has been wrapped in glad wrap and then constricted by rubber bands. It’s the most unpleasant thing I’ve ever experienced.

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Hey i love your imagines by the way! I was wondering if you could do one where the reader has a bad past with angels so whenever she's around them she gets edgy and little scared. And she meets Castiel and Dean and Sam have to convince her it's okay.

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Hi! Thank you so much for saying that! It means a lot to me. Here is the imagine you requested. I hope you enjoy it!

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“Hey, guys!” you called out, letting yourself into the motel room. “I spoke to the wife of that guy who was murdered.”

“Anything interesting?” Sam asked.

“Nothing that seemed to be of note. Who’s this?” you asked, finally noticing a man wearing a tan trench coat sitting on the small lounge. You were positive that you hadn’t seen him before in your two months of hunting with the Winchesters.

“Y/N, this is Cas. Cas, this is Y/N,” Dean introduced you.

“Hi,” you greeted him, sticking out your hand. Cas hesitated for a minute before shaking it.

“I’m Castiel.”

“Interesting name,” you said with a grin. “So how come I haven’t seen you around before?”

“I had business to take care of in Heaven,” Cas replied.

You froze. “What?”

“Cas is an angel,” Sam explained.

“Get away from me!” you cried, backing up in the corner of the room.

“I don’t understand. Have I in some way offended you?” Castiel asked, stepping towards you.

“Get away!” you repeated, your whole body now trembling.

Sam and Dean looked at each other in confusion.

“Ah, Cas, why don’t you give us a minute,” Dean suggested.

“As you wish,” Castiel replied, vanishing into thin air.

“Oh, God,” you said, sinking to the floor. You buried your face in your hands and tried to swallow the lump forming in your throat.

“Y/N?” You looked up to see Sam and Dean crouching beside you. “Do you want to tell us what’s wrong?” Sam continued.

“He’s an angel,” you choked out.

“We’ve noticed. What’s the big deal?” Dean asked in confusion.

“Do you know what they’ve done? There was a demon attack one day and my entire family, who was devoutly religious, was all killed! And just when the demon got to me, this angel appeared and killed it. Then it looked at me and spouted some crap about ‘collateral damage’ or something. And then it just disappeared! Just like that!” you burst out. “It didn’t matter that they were good people. To that angel, their deaths were 'for the greater good!’”

“Y/N, we’re so, so sorry. We had no idea about any of that. But trust me, Cas isn’t like that,” Sam told you.

“Damn right, he’s not,” Dean cut in. “Listen, Y/N, we’ve met other angels. And plenty of them were dicks. But Cas is different. You trust us, right?”

“Of course,” you whispered.

“Well, do you think we’d ever work with Cas if he was like that?” You shook your head.

“Do you think… I mean, would it be possible for you to call him back? So that I can meet him properly?” you asked hesitantly.

“Are you sure?” Sam questioned.

“I think so. Just…stick by me please.”

“Of course,” Sam smiled.

“Hey, Cas!” Dean called. The angel appeared in the centre of the room.

“You called?” he asked.

“Y/N wanted to meet you properly,” Dean explained. Castiel turned to you.

“Hello,” he said, making sure to keep his distance.

“Hi,” you replied shyly.

Castiel took a step closer. “I’m sorry if I have frightened you,” he said.

You were touched at how considerate he was being. The angel you’d met in the past never would’ve treated you with such kindness. It was this, more than anything else that the Winchesters could’ve told you, that convinced you to give Cas a chance.

“It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. I’ve just had bad experiences with angels in the past,” you told him.

“I am sorry for that,” he said. “I shall endeavour to make sure your future experiences with angels are much better,” he finished with a smile, which you readily returned.

The exception, not the rule, you think.

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Could you please write one about Dean taking a scared girl back to her house after he saves her from a demon, but he steps into her house and finds out she's a casual fan of (chuck-style) supernatural (i.e she has all the books but doesn't have posters all over her wall) and he asks her about it and it's all cute but he never tells her he's Dean?

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Hey! Thanks for your request. I’m not quite sure about how this imagine turned out but I really enjoyed writing it! And I hope that you enjoy reading it!

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You screamed as the black smoke erupted from your mouth. You collapsed to the floor and heard footsteps running towards you.

“Are you alright?” a deep voice asked. You looked up to find your two saviours standing over you, helping you up.

“I-I think so,” you replied shakily.

The second man, who was the taller of the two, spoke up. “It’s fine to not be okay, you know. After what you went through… Demonic possession is a pretty big deal.”

“So that’s what happened to me?” you asked. They both nodded. “God, I thought I must’ve been dreaming or going crazy or something. Although that probably would’ve been more ideal,” you added on.

“I know,” the shorter one said as he wrapped his arm around your waist to steady you. “But my brother and I are going to get you sorted out. First things first, what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you answered.

“Alright, Y/N, well I’m Dean and this is Sam. We’re gonna help you out,” he told you. “Do you want to go home or do you think you need to go to the hospital?”

“No, no, I’m fine. I just want to get back home, if that’s not too much to ask,” you told them, taking a few steps towards the door.

“I’m sure we can manage that,” Sam said with a reassuring smile.

The three of you made your way outside, Dean supporting you the whole time, and you got your first look at their car.

“You own a 1967 Chevy Impala?” you asked in surprise.

“You know cars?” Dean replied, looking pleased.

“Not really. It’s just this car… Never mind,” you trail off sheepishly, slipping into the backseat.

“What is it?” Sam prompted.

“Really, it’s nothing. Just something stupid.”

“Alright then,” Dean said, taking off down the road. “So where do you live, Y/N?”

“Not far from here, actually. Just turn right down the end there and I’m number 11.”

Dean followed your instructions and you soon found yourself parked out the front of your house.

“Thanks for everything, guys,” you told them.

“It was our pleasure, Y/N,” Sam replied. “It was nice meeting you.”

“You too. Although I can’t say the circumstances were ideal,” you said with a shy smile, which Sam readily returned.

“I’ll walk you to your door,” Dean said, coming over to help you out of the car.

“Thanks,” you replied, glancing up at him with a grin.

“So are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” Dean asked as the two of you walked up the path to your front door.

“I think so,” you answered. “I mean, it’s not as though the demon went on some kind of killing spree or anything. And I was only possessed for a short amount of time.” You broke off with a laugh.

“What is it?” Dean asked, a smile playing on his lips.

“I just never thought I’d say that,” you told him, opening up your front door. “Did you want to come in?”

“No thanks. Sam and I should probably get going. Woah,” he added, noticing the bookcase behind you. “You’ve got a lot of books there.”

You glanced around. “Yeah,” you smiled. “The Supernatural series. Those are some of my favourites. Never thought I’d end up living them,” you laughed. “Have you heard of them?”

“The name rings a bell,” Dean replied with an amused smile.

“It’s weird,” you began, examining his face. “You kind of remind me of one of the characters. His name’s Dean too.”

“Is that so?” Dean asked with a grin. “Small world, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

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