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Hey! I really love your writing. You're so good. I was wondering if you could do one where the reader cuts herself and doesn't want the boys to find out. But on a hunt she gets seriously injured and the boys have to help her and it requires them to remove her clothing and see the cuts on her wrists sides and legs. And one of the boys tells her they have feeling for her and they are there for her. Fluff? And you don't have to do this if you're too swamped or anything.

Hi. Thank you!

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of self harm.

I would just like to say that I don’t really know a lot about self harm. So if I have in any way romanticised it or portrayed it inaccurately, please tell me. I really don’t want to do that, so if I have, let me know so that I can make sure I don’t do so in the future.

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You got dressed for the hunt, making sure to choose clothes with long sleeves. It was a secret of yours, one that you wished you didn’t have but you didn’t dare tell. The Winchesters were protective about the marks made by monsters. Who knew how they’d react if they found out about the marks made by your own hand.

You hated yourself for it, but you couldn’t stop. It was the only way you knew how to cope with the pain you felt in your heart. Admittedly, it wasn’t the best coping mechanism, but it was all you had, and it would have to do.

As you left your room in the bunker, you grabbed your duffel bag off the floor, knowing that this hunt would require you and Sam to stay in a motel for a couple of nights. Dean was staying behind to rest up after the last hunt he’d been on, but had agreed to lend you and Sam the Impala.

—-

It was a fairly basic hunt. The only problem was that it was a Wendigo and, not knowing the area, you might have trouble finding out where it was taking its victims. But when you arrived at the town, you met a couple of locals who were keen to put a stop to the disappearances, and they took you out into the forest to look for the creature.

For several hours, you searched to no avail. And as the sky started to turn dark, Sam suggested that maybe it would be a good idea to turn back now and come back tomorrow. After all, night time was when the Wendigo would be more likely to come out and play, and you knew that it would be practically impossible to defeat it in the dark.

But as the four of you headed off, you stumbled in the growing darkness, and soon enough found that you’d lost your way. “Sam?” you called out, the fear starting to set in. A twig snapped behind you and you spun around, your heart just about pounding through your rib cage.

“Y/N?” his voice replied.

“Oh, thank God,” you breathed, taking a step in the direction his voice had come from. But the closer you got, the larger his shadow appeared to be. Sam was tall, but not that tall, surely. And that was when you remembered that Wendigos could mimic human voices.

You turned to run but the creature came up behind you, tearing into your stomach with its sharp claws to keep you from getting away. You cried out in pain, praying that Sam was near enough to hear you. But as the Wendigo began taking you away, you heard nothing else, and your hope of being rescued anytime soon began to fade.

—-

The cave the Wendigo had taken you to was cold, with lines of moisture running down the walls. It stank of rotting flesh and you kept your eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to see the unconscious bodies hanging up around you. The area was only small, and you didn’t dare move for fear of brushing up against one of the mangled bodies or the sharp rocks sticking out from the cave wall.

It had been at least two hours since you been dumped here and tied up, and you had no idea what you would do when the Wendigo finally came back. You knew they liked to keep their victims alive, which meant it would probably go after you first, giving its other victims time to heal.

Very faintly, you thought you could hear footsteps approaching in the distance and your breathing started coming hard and fast. It was coming for you, it must be. But then they started heading back the way they’d come, leaving you confused. And that was when you heard it - the faint sound of shouting, and you could’ve sworn that the passages outside the cavern you were in glowed a tiny bit brighter.

Fire. It had to be fire. And sure enough, Sam and the two locals rushed into the cave minutes later, and set about freeing all of you. “Sam,” you breathed. “You came for me.”

“Of course I did,” he answered, picking you up bridal style to take you from the cave. “Will you guys be alright?” he asked the others. When they nodded, he thanked them for their help and left, laying you carefully in the backseat of the Impala before speeding off towards your motel to stitch up the wound in your stomach.

“You know,” you told him as you arrived back at the room and he carried you inside, “I can fix it up myself. It’s no big deal.” Sam looked at you seriously, eyeing the pallor of your cheeks and the light shaking of your hands.

“Y/N, you aren’t strong enough to do it right now. Let me help you,” he insisted. Eventually you relented, but that was before he told you he’d have to remove your shirt to access the wound.

“What? No!” you panicked. “You can’t do that!”

“Y/N, I’m not going to look at anything,” Sam told you, looking mildly offended that you seemed to trust him so little.

“That’s not what I mean,” you whispered.

“Then what is it?” he asked patiently. You eyed him for a moment, your bottom lip trembling, before slowly inching your shirt up your stomach, revealing many more injuries than Sam had been expecting. After spending such a long time hiding this from him, you knew you couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. This cut from the Wendigo was too serious for Sam to ignore, and you knew he wouldn’t give up until he’d stitched it up. So you’d decided to reveal your secret to him, wanting him to find out on your own terms.

“Y/N,” he murmured, taking in the scars with sad eyes. “How…?”

“I’m sorry, Sam,” you told him, tears falling silently down your cheeks. He looked up at you fiercely, taking hold of your hand.

“No, you have nothing to be sorry for. This is not your fault. And I’m going to be here for you, and I’ll help you through this,” he promised.

“Why?” This wasn’t Sam’s battle, and you didn’t know why he was so eager to fight.

“Because I love you,” he murmured, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “I love you more than I ever thought was possible. And I wish you could feel that way about yourself.” Your hand covered your mouth in shock, and you couldn’t believe your ears.

“You love me?” you asked, hardly daring to believe it could be true.

“I do,” he uttered. “And we’re going to make it through this. I’m going to be by your side the whole time. I promise.”

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Aaaahahahhahahahahahahhahsha I requested the Arctic Monkeys imagine and I love love loved it!!!! You should do a part two sometime :)

Anonymous

I’m so glad you enjoyed it! I hope this one is just as good! And just for the record, I loved Do I Wanna Know? so much that I downloaded all of the Arctic Monkeys albums. I’m listening to them right now.

Part One:

http://imagines-supernatural.tumblr.com/post/84313882164/hey-i-love-your-imagines-you-should-do-a-sam-imagine

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It was dark out, and you knew you should be sleeping right now. But no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t shut your brain off. Thoughts just kept coming to the surface, demanding you give them attention. And they were stupid thoughts, too. Like how good Sam had looked coming out of the motel bathroom with his hair still wet from his shower. Like how he’d smiled at you as he said good night. Like how he was lying in the bed across from you, sleeping, if his deep breathing was anything to go by.

Like how you were in love with him.

The thought shocked you, and it took a minute for you to put your finger on why. But then you realised - it was the first time you’d ever acknowledged that the feelings you had for him were more than a crush. Sighing, you tossed again, trying to get comfortable enough to sleep. If you hadn’t been such an idiot, you would’ve realised this ages ago, when he was actually into you. But instead, you’d turned him down, and now had to face the consequences of your mistake.

“Can’t sleep?” a voice whispered out of the darkness.

“I’m fine, Sam. Go back to sleep,” you whispered back. But of course, he would never listen if he thought something might be wrong. So he flipped on the lamp on his bedside table, lifting himself onto one elbow so that he could see you properly.

“What’s up? And don’t tell me it’s nothing. You’ve been acting differently for days.” Was it really that obvious?

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” You closed your eyes and rolled over, hoping that if you made it look like you were sleeping, he’d leave you alone. But the ’S’ in Sam might as well have stood for Stubborn, because the next thing you knew, there was a creaking of springs, and you felt the bed sink beside you.

Sam nudged your shoulder gently, turning you back to look at him. “Really. What is it?” You stared up into his hazel eyes in the dim light the lamp provided, and did something both reckless and impulsive. And frankly, something quite stupid.

You kissed him.

As your lips came in contact with his, your fingers curled up in his hair, and you pulled him closer to you. And that was when you realised you were finally getting the answer to the question you were too scared to ask. Because against all odds, Sam Winchester was kissing you back.

“That’s what it is,” you murmured as you finally pulled away, your breath dancing with Sam’s in the space between your lips. “I am crazy for you. I just thought I’d missed my chance.”

“Why in the world would you think that?” Sam laughed, staring at you in amazement.

“Because-because you never said anything about it after I turned you down. I thought you’d moved on.”

“Y/N,” Sam said seriously. “My heart will always be open for you.”

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Jul 8

Will you please do an imagine were the reader is super nice to everyone and sam treats her like dirt because he loves her?

Anonymous

Hey. I finally got round to writing this! I hope you like it.

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You stumbled into the bunker, your hands laden down with bags of groceries. The Winchesters and you took it in turns to do the grocery shopping, and this week, it had been your turn. So you had set off for the nearest town and, two hours later, you were back at the bunker, having picked up everything on the list.

“I’m back!” you called out, dumping the bags on the kitchen counter. Straightening up, you stretched your back, which was aching from the strain of all the shopping. Upon hearing your call, Dean came into the room, and took a quite peek in the bag nearest to him.

“How’d it go?” he asked, his face lighting up as he drew a bag of peanut M&Ms from a shopping bag.

“Good. I got everything on the list,” you told him, smiling at his childlike enthusiasm. “Aaand, I got a little something else for you. You can have it for lunch.”

“No way.” Dean’s jaw dropped, and he threw down the M&Ms as you pulled a pie from a bag. “I love you, Y/N!” he exclaimed, grabbing the pie from your hands and pulling you in for a hug.

“Sam, I got you something, too,” you told him, grinning as he walked into the room to grab a drink from the fridge. He glanced at you for the briefest moment, before snatching the salad you offered him from your hand and stalking out of the room.

“Hey, Sammy, get back here,” Dean called. Sam turned back around, leaning against the doorframe with a bored expression.

“What?”

“Not ‘what,’” Dean answered, a muscle in his jaw jumping as he looked at Sam. “Y/N here went out of her way to do something for you, and the least you could do is thank her.”

“Dean, really, you don’t have to -”

“No, I do,” Dean interrupted, turning to look at you now. “You’re always doing nice things for us, things you don’t have to do, and Sam never acts grateful for it. It’s time he showed you some respect.”

“Fine. Thank you, Y/N,” Sam said to you. To Dean, he added, “Can I go now?”

“No. I want to know why you do it.”

“Dean, this is getting out of hand,” you told him. “I’m sure Sam has his reasons. He doesn’t need to prove anything to us.”

“Y/N, I appreciate that you want to avoid any conflict, but I’m going to have this discussion with Sam regardless. You are a good person, and you don’t deserve this treatment.” You fell silent, knowing that once Dean made his mind up, you wouldn’t be able to do anything to change it.

The truth was, you had noticed the way Sam treated you. And it really did bother you, considering you knew you had done nothing to deserve that kind treatment. But you kept quiet about it, not wanting to make things worse. You figured that if you said nothing, he would just ignore you. Because in theory, indifference was so much easier to deal with than anger. But in practice, it’s a whole lot worse.

“Do we have to do this?” By now, Sam had stopped leaning on the doorframe and now stood up straight, his body rigid with tension.

“Yes, Sam, we do,” Dean stated flatly. “Now spill.” Sam sighed, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. Every inch of him screamed reluctance, and when he finally opened his mouth to speak, it was as if he had to draw the words from deep down inside of him.

“Fine,” he exhaled. “Fine. How do I…? Alright. Y/N, are you…God, I can’t believe I’m asking this. Are you familiar with the Supernatural books?”

“The what?” you asked, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. What was he talking about? And where was he going with this?

“Basically, it was a series of books about our lives. Don’t look them up, though!” he added hastily, seeing your curious expression. “The point is…those books explain everything that has happened in our lives since we started hunting together. And…part of that story is my previous relationships. Which…haven’t gone so well.” Wait a minute. What? This conversation was in no way going the way you had predicted. You held your breath, waiting for Sam to continue.

But Sam seemed to have run out of steam, unsure of how to continue. Looking around, you noticed for the first time that Dean was no longer in the room. He must’ve slipped out while you were busy focussing on what Sam had to say. “Sam,” you said quietly. “What are you trying to say?”

“Y/N, I…I love you. And the reason I treat you like dirt is because I don’t want you to go the same way as everyone else I’ve liked before. I figured that if I pushed you away, I could keep you safe,” he finished quietly.

You stood frozen, not knowing how to react. What were you supposed to say? After months of thinking that Sam hated you, you were finally finding out that he loved you? “You have a really funny way of showing it, you know,” you said to him, your voice trembling with suppressed anger.

“I know,” Sam replied, picking up on this. “But I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Ironic, isn’t it, that the very way you go about protecting me turns out to be the reason I’m hurting in the first place.” Sam hung his head in shame, not able to look at you after realising just how he’d made you feel.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

Folding your arms, you said, “Well, sorry doesn’t really go that far.”

“Then let me make it up to you,” he said earnestly, finally looking up at you again. “I’ll treat you properly, I won’t be a jerk to you any more. Can you give me another chance?” He looked so eager to please, his expression so hopeful, that you found you couldn’t turn him down.

“I guess it couldn’t hurt,” you answered.

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Jun 3

Can I have an imagine where the reader gets pregnant an it's Sam's baby and when she tells him Sam decides to quit the hunting life and wants this child to live a normal life. Thank you.

Anonymous

Hi. This isn’t my best because I haven’t written much lately. And I’m sorry about that, by the way. But I’ve had so many assessments lately. At least now, there’s only one left, but that’s all being done in class.

Also, I got City of Heavenly Fire, so I had to read that. I finished it two days ago. Does any one here like TMI? I thought the book was INCREDIBLE. Heartbreaking, but fantastic.

Anyway, I hope you like this imagine!

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You took a deep breath, feeling your fingernails dig into the palm of your hand as you clenched your fist around the object you were holding. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, but for all your nervousness, you couldn’t help but feel a slight pocket of excitement bubble up inside you.

Stepping into the library, you headed towards where Sam was hunched over a book of lore. “Sammy?” You hopped onto the desk beside his research, brushing a couple of papers aside to make room for yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” he asked, greeting you with a warm smile. “I’ll probably take a break in an hour or so. I think I’m onto something.”

“That’s great, Sammy,” you told him, trying to return his smile. He noticed your nerves, and reached out a hand, placing it on your knee to stop it from bouncing up and down.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he questioned, rubbing his thumb in circles against your leg to calm you. You looked into his concerned eyes. Instead of answering, you held your hand out, palm up, revealing what you held. A pregnancy text.

And it was positive.

He frowned at it for a moment, trying to place the item he was looking at. But you could tell the moment he realised what it was, because his head shot up to look at you, his eyes widening. “Are-are you…” He trailed off, surprise seemingly getting the better of him. You nodded, watching his face closely for a reaction.

Suddenly, he grabbed you in his arms, pulling you off the desk and swinging you around. “We’re going to have a baby!” he exclaimed, his face breaking into the biggest grin you’d ever seen on him.

“Hey!” you laughed. “Put me down! I’m getting dizzy!” Sam put you down immediately, reaching out to steady you.

“Are you okay? Is the baby okay?” he asked, starting to freak out.

“I’m fine, Sam!” You laughed again, amused by his reaction. For a man who gave monsters nightmares, he seemed to be unnecessarily scared about the whole baby situation. “You don’t have to worry about me. Sam?” He had turned away from you, and you doubted that he had even heard the last part of what you’d said. “What are you doing?” you demanded, watching as he slammed the leather bound book shut and starting packing papers away.

“I’m putting all this stuff away,” he answered, as if it should have been obvious.

“Why?” Sam pushed his hair out of his face, glancing back at you.

“Why else? I’m giving this up.”

“But Sam…this is your life.”

“No,” he stated firmly, “you’re my life. You, Dean and Cas. And now this baby. And I’m not going to risk anything happening to any of you.”

“But what about the other two? Won’t they want to keep hunting?” you asked, feeling stupid for asking so many questions. But at the same time, a part of you felt overjoyed. Sam was giving up his whole life just to be with you to start your family.

“They’ve always wanted a way out,” he explained. “Maybe this will be it. We can all get jobs. Hell, maybe I can even go back go law school,” he continued. “I just want this baby to live a normal life, one without rock salt and EMF and holy water. I want our baby to be safe.”

You pressed your hand against your mouth, a rush of gratitude and love welling up inside you, threatening to spill over. You flung your arms around him, pulling him tightly against you. “Thank you,” you whispered into his shirt. It wasn’t much, but there was no other way for you to explain just how much you loved him in that moment. His grip tightened around you, telling you he understood, and his breath tickled your ear as he whispered back, “You’re welcome.”

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