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Apr 1

Can you do one where reader, Dean and Sam have been working together for a little while reader is staying with them at the bunker, she really cares about Dean but recently he has been ignoring her or nasty if he does talk to her she just let's it go until finally he says something really hurtful mean( maybe calls her pathetic or a burden) she breaks down finally. Sam confronts Dean knowing Dean cares about her you end how you like

Hi! I’m sorry this took so long but I just hope it’s worth the wait!

It does have a couple of instances of swearing so just be aware of that!

~~~~~

“Dean?” you asked, poking your head around his bedroom door.

“What is it now?” he answered, annoyance evident in his tone.

“Um, well, Sammy was just going to go out to pick up some things and he wanted me to ask you if you wanted anything.”

“Tell Sam I want pie,” he replied shortly.

Things had been like this for a few days now. Every time you were near Dean or tried to speak to him, he would brush you off or just outright ignore you. It hadn’t always been like this and you wanted to know what had changed.

You hovered in the doorway, wondering how to question Dean about his recent treatment of you.

He glanced up and noticed that you were still there. “You can leave now,” he said coldly.

“Right,” you replied, hurrying from the room.

“What did he say?” Sam asked.

“Pie,” you told him, stepping past him and moving towards your bedroom, blinking back tears.

“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” you said, shutting your bedroom door behind you.

Later that evening, you heard Sam return so you went out to grab some of the food he’d bought. When you got to the kitchen, Sam and Dean were discussing the latest case.

“You guys wanna fill me in?” you asked.

“So there’s this couple in Minnesota and they reported seeing -”

“No,” Dean cut in.

“What?” Sam asked in confusion.

“We’re not telling her about it.”

“Why not?” you demanded.

Dean turned to face you, the first time he’d looked directly at you in at least a week. “Do you really want to know? Alright. You’re a burden. You always make some stupid mistake and screw things up for us and Sam and I are always the ones who have to clean up after you. I want to keep you out of this so you can’t mess things up again.”

You took a step back, his words punching into you. “Is that really what you think?” you whispered.

“Yeah. It is. And you know what? Maybe you should just leave. Just go and live a normal life where careless mistakes won’t kill a bunch of people.”

“Dean!” Sam exclaimed. “What the hell, man? What’s wrong with you?”

“A lot of things, apparently,” you choked out, running for the comfort of your bedroom. You slammed your door shut and threw yourself down on the bed, your body heaving with sobs. Dean was one of your closest friends and if you were honest, you had feelings for him. Hearing him say those things about you was like a knife to your heart.

From the kitchen, you could hear the sounds of yelling and after a few minutes, footsteps approached your door.

“Go away, Sam,” you said in a muffled voice, not in the mood for his pity at the moment.

“Guess again,” Dean’s voice answered.

“Fuck off,” you whispered, unable to stand him being so close after what he’d just said.

“Look, I know I’m not your favourite person in the world right now -”

“That’s an understatement,” you scoffed.

“Can you just hear me out? Please?” he pleaded.

You rolled over to face him. “Fine. But you better talk quickly because I’m so not in the mood to deal with any more of your shit right now.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. It’s just…you can’t be a part of all this,” he stated.

“Dean, did anyone ever explain the concept of an apology to you? Because I don’t think you’ve quite mastered the art yet.”

“Just let me finish, alright? God, I have no idea how to explain this,” he began. “Alright. You can’t be a part of this because you might get hurt. You probably will. Almost definitely. This family is cursed, and I don’t want to bring you into that. I don’t want to have to lay flowers at your grave or hold your lifeless body in my arms. I figured if I could make you leave now, you’d be safe. And I know you’d never leave by choice, so I had to force you out.” Dean’s voice had caught halfway through his explanation and by the end, he was struggling to talk through the wall of tears.

“Why didn’t you just say any of that?” you asked. “Why didn’t you just tell me, instead of making me feel like crap?”

“Because I’m not good with the touchy-feely crap, alright? I really like you and I don’t want to see another woman I love die because of me!”

“Another woman you what?” you gasped.

Dean froze, as if only just realising what he’d said. “I…I love you. And I want to protect you. I have to protect you.”

“Dean,” you murmured, “keeping me out of things isn’t going to protect me. It’s only going to hurt me more. And what’s the point in denying yourself a shot at happiness just because there’s risk? You say the family business is about saving people, but maybe it’s time to save yourself. And you know what? The more you push people away, the more you’re letting the monsters win.”

“Do you really believe that?”

“I do, Dean. You have to trust me on this. Sure, protect me if you want. But let me protect myself, too.”

By now, the two of you had gotten so close that you could fell his breath ghosting over your features.

Dean cleared his throat. “You know, you never really responded to what I told you before.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The, uh, part where I said how I…how I feel about you,” he said awkwardly, unable to meet your eyes.

Your face broke into a grin. “Is Dean Winchester, the guy who hates chick flick moments, really asking me to respond to his profession of undying love for me?” you teased.

“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way but…I guess.”

Your smile softened. “Well, you’re in luck, Dean. Because I feel the same way,” you murmured, stretching up to press a lingering kiss to his cheek.

~~~~~

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

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Can you do an imagine where Dean finds out that the reader has been abused (physically or sexually) in the past and that's why she flinches away from the boys' touches? And it has Dean helping her get through it and them falling in love? Lots and lots of fluff if it's not too much to ask! Thank you in advance!

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Hi! I’m sorry it took me so long to write this. I hope it’s what you were after.

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sexual assault.

~~~~~

“Take that, Dean Winchester! I just won yet another game of chess!” you taunted.

“Yeah, well, it’s a stupid game anyway! There’s no action,” Dean grumbled.

“You’re just saying that because you lost.”

Hearing the commotion, Sam entered the room. “You tell him, Y/N,” he said, clapping a hand on your shoulder.

You flinched away from him, causing both of the brothers to look at you in confusion.

“Your hands are really cold,” you said hastily in an attempt to cover up your reaction.

“Really?” Sam frowned down at his hands. “I hadn’t realised. Sorry.”

“You know what?” you began. “I’m just going to go to my room. I think it’d be unfair if I challenged Dean to another game. I’m clearly way out of his league.”

“Alright. I’ll call you when it’s time for dinner,” Sam said.

“Thanks,” you answered, heading out of the room, Dean’s eyes following you the whole way.

Later that night, you were sitting on your bed reading when you heard a knock on the door.

“Yeah?”

Dean’s head poked around the door. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” you answered, sliding in your bookmark. “What’s up?”

“I want to know what really happened before.”

“Sorry?”

“You know what I mean, Y/N. When Sam touched you, you flinched away from him. Why?” he asked gently.

“I told you before. His hands were cold,” you stated, unable to meet his eyes.

“Y/N, Sammy had been in the kitchen near the oven for at least half an hour. His hands weren’t cold,” Dean said. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed you do this in the past. You always sit on the other side of the table, you claim to be coming down with something when one of us tries to hug you, you pretend that the reason you jump when we’re around is because you didn’t realise we were in the room. Why all the excuses?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you answered stiffly.

“Y/N, you don’t let Sammy and I touch you. I just want to know why.”

You met his gaze. “Do you really want to know?”

“I do.”

“Okay then. Well, a while ago, my boyfriend took me out for dinner. It was our six month anniversary and he really wanted it to be special. So he took me out to this really fancy restaurant and he ordered the expensive wine and he had the band play my favourite song. It was very romantic,” you explained. “And afterwards, we went back to his place, and he had candles set up and rose petals and everything. He…he took me to his bedroom and he told me that I looked beautiful, and that he’d waited all night for this. And I told him no but he-he just kept going…” Your words cut off abruptly, making way for the sobs that were wracking your body.

“Please don’t tell me he did what I think he did,” Dean whispered. Your silence seemed to tell him all that he needed to know.

“That son of a bitch!” he yelled. You flinched away from him, startled by his anger. Dean noticed this and said, “Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. But you have to know that I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? I’d never do anything like that.”

“I believe you, Dean. It’s just hard. I trusted him…I loved him,” you whispered, tears still slipping down your face.

Dean handed you a tissue from the bedside table. “Hey, I’m here for you, okay? And so is Sam. We won’t let anyone hurt you again. And we’ll help you through this.”

“Thank you, Dean,” you murmured. “And thanks for being so considerate,” you added, nodding down at the tissue.

“Anytime, Y/N. I’m going to try to help you in any way that I can. Including backing off for a while.”

“What?” you asked in confusion.

Dean scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I, uh, I really like you, Y/N. And I was gonna ask you out at some point. But I guess you probably don’t want that, considering.”

“Dean, just because of what he did to me, doesn’t mean I don’t still have feelings.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I like you too. And if you’ll have me, I’d love to go on a date with you,” you said.

“Really?” Dean’s face broke out into a grin.

“Really. But just…promise me we’ll take things slow, alright?” you murmured. “I’m not ready for physical stuff yet.”

“I promise,” Dean answered. “I’ll never do anything you aren’t comfortable with. If I overstep any boundaries, you just tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” you answered, the beginning of a smile working its way onto your lips.

For the first time in a long time, you were able to say that word and mean it.

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! I’m so sorry if you’re waiting on a request. At the moment, I’ve got about 20 waiting and I’m doing my best to get them all done. Hopefully I’ll catch up over the next couple of weeks!

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can I get "first kiss with Stanford!Sam", please? Girl, you are awesome!

Anonymous

Haha. Thanks! You’re not so bad yourself! Anyway, I’m sorry this took so long. I hope it’s what you were after.

~~~~~

You ran your fingers over the spines of the books, looking for the one you needed for your paper.

“Ah, crap,” you murmured, glancing up to find that it was above your head. Standing up on tiptoes, you grabbed at it, but you lost your balance and tipped to the side. At least you started too, anyway, before strong arms reached out to steady you.

“Hey, you alright?” a voice asked.

You looked up to find a gorgeous man with hazel eyes staring down at you. “Um, yeah, I’m fine,” you breathed.

“Did you want a hand getting something down?” he asked.

You blushed. “If you could, that’d be great. I just can’t reach that book there,” you told him, pointing at the book you wanted.

“Here,” he said, handing it to you with a smile.

“Thanks…”

“Sam,” he supplied.

“Thanks, Sam. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“Y/N. That’s a really nice name. It suits you,” Sam said.

Your blush deepened and you ducked your head so that he wouldn’t see. “Thank you. Well, I should probably be going. But thanks again for helping me out,” you said, turning away.

“Wait.” Sam’s arm reached out to touch the crook of your elbow. You turned back and looked at him expectantly. “Uh, do you think…do you think we could maybe go get some coffee or something?” he asked nervously.

A soft smile spread across your face. “I’d like that.”

Sam grinned back at you. “Let’s go then.”

—-

“Alright,” you began, “I’ve told you all about me. Now it’s your turn.” The two of you were seated opposite each other in a booth of a coffee shop on campus.

“Well, what do you want to know.”

“Dreams, hopes, aspirations, childhood memories. You know, the little stuff,” you joked.

Sam smiled. “Well, I’m studying law.”

“That’s a start. And I must say, I’m impressed. Fancy me meeting a law student in the library and ending up with him at a coffee shop,” you said. “So what else is there? What about your family?”

“Uh, well, it’s just my dad, my brother and I. But I haven’t seen them in a couple of years. My dad wanted me to stay and be part of the family business and I wanted to go to college. And we had a huge fight and he basically kicked me out,” he explained.

“Oh. What about your mum?”

“She died when I was 6 months old.”

“I’m so sorry, Sam. I shouldn’t have asked about all this. I mean, we just met. It really isn’t my place to be asking you all these personal questions,” you rambled. “I just wanted to get to know you and -”

You were cut off as Sam’s lips pressed against your own. For a moment, you were stunned but once your brain registered what was going on, you began to move your lips slowly against his.

After a minute, Sam pulled back, resting his forehead on yours.

“What was that?” you murmured.

“I just wanted you to know that it was alright. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he answered.

“I think you should tell me I didn’t do anything wrong more often,” you whispered. “You’re a good kisser,” you added, bringing his lips to yours once more.

~~~~~

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Hi there... I was wondering if you could write a Dean imagine based off of the song "we found each other in the dark" by city and colour? I'm going through a really hard time right now and I just really need a pick-me-up. It would really mean a lot, thanks.

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Hi. I’m sorry that this took a while to write. I’ve just never written an imagine based off a song before and I wasn’t sure what to do. But I hope that it’s what you were after and I hope it helps. And I hope that things get better for you.

Trigger warning: I guess it sort of hints at depression and talks about feeling lost in life.
~~~~~

You and Dean were sitting in the front seat of the Impala, driving back from a hunt. It was dark, and the road stretched before you, an endless ribbon of black.

“I know how you feel,” Dean said abruptly.

“What are you talking about?” you asked in confusion.

“I mean, I understand what it’s like to hate yourself. I understand what it’s like to feel alone, to feel like you’re choking on the blackness that surrounds you. I understand what it’s like to feel as though you’re drowning, while everyone around you is swimming.”

“How?” you whispered.

“Because I’ve felt that way so many times, Y/N. And I know you feel like no one’s listening, but that’s not true. Because I can still hear your voice,” Dean told you.

You felt tears sliding down your face. “No one’s ever realised or understood before,” you choked out.

“Well I do,” Dean answered. “And I promise that I’m gonna help you rise above all the darkness. I’ll help you to breath and I’ll help you to swim. But can you promise me something?”

“What is it?” you whispered.

“When you make it to the surface, pull me up with you. Please,” he answered in a rough voice.

“I promise,” you told him. And you meant it. Because the two of you had found each other in the dark, and you were going to help each other make it out to the light.

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! Also, I hit 300 followers since my last post, so thanks to all of you!

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Can you do a love hate imagine between Dean and the reader who's a tomboy. And the reader and Dean always fight bully, hit each other. But then Dean says something really bad and yeah you can go from there please love you!! Fluffy I hate that I love you imagine

Hi! Sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after!

~~~~~

“Morning, ugly,” you greeted Dean.

“Right back at you, freak,” he replied, glancing at you over the rim of his coffee cup.

This was how the two of you always were, trading insults and teasing each other. It was a familiar rhythm, one the two of you had fallen into almost as soon as you had met. Most people probably thought you hated each other, but you didn’t. You just had a funny way of showing it.

“Hey, where did all the bread go? I could’ve sworn there were a few slices left.”

You turned around to find Dean munching on a piece of toast, his mouth twisted into a smirk. “You idiot!” you exclaimed, punching him in the arm. “You know I always have toast on Saturday mornings!”

“Yeah, well, suck it up princess,” Dean told you. You scowled at him before reaching into a cupboard to get a box of cereal.

“So,” you began, “any cases at the moment?”

“Nah,” Dean answered. “Sammy and I thought we’d take a bit of time off, you know? Have a break from it all for a couple of weeks.”

“Really? Cool. We got any plans?”

“Not really. Although Sam thought you might wanna go out to the bar and see if you can meet someone. It’s been a while since you’ve hung out with someone outside the two of us.”

“No thanks. Dating and all that isn’t really my forte.”

“Maybe it would be if you didn’t dress like a guy half the time.”

You took a step back, his words hitting you like a punch. Whilst the two of you picked on each other relentlessly, it had never gotten personal before. You turned away from Dean, not wanting him to see the tears that had sprung to your eyes.

“I went too far, didn’t I?” Dean murmured.

“Just a tad,” you whispered.

“I’m sorry. Seriously. I never meant to hurt you like that.”

You whipped around. “Then why did you?” you demanded.

“Because I - you - well you know!” he stammered out.

“No, Dean, I don’t. You’re going to have to spit it out.”

“Fine then. I like you. As in, really like you. And I’ve had bad experiences with relationships in the past and I don’t want to get into all that again. So I insult you to keep you away. Happy?”

“You what?” you gasped.

“Don’t make me say it again. You know I hate chick flick moments.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “So you tease me because you like me? What are you, twelve?”

“You tease me, too!” Dean exclaimed.

“That’s not really helping your case, Dean,” you answered.

He sighed. “Look, Y/N, I’m sorry for being a jerk. But I really do like you. And to be honest? That kind of scares me a little.”

You were touched by his confession. “Dean -”

“No,” he interrupted. “Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear you tell me that you only see me as a friend. I don’t want your pity.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

“Then what were you going to say?”

You bit your lip. “Well, maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance that I kind of like you too.”

His face lit up. “Really?”

You smiled. “Yes, Dean. Really.”

~~~~~

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Hey there! So I just found your blog and it's amazing but Can I have a one shot where the reader and dean are fighting and dean leaves to cool off and he comes back still mad and slightly drunk do the fight escalates and he hits her or bruises her, she locks herself in the bathroom and he passes out The next morning he finds her and he begs her for forgiveness and the it get super super cute and fluffy I'm sorry it's long but thank you!! Love the blog :)

Hi! Thank you for that! It means a lot to me. Sorry for the delay. I hope this is what you were after.

TRIGGER WARNING: Dean hits the reader, there is a huge fight, swearing.

~~~~~

“Dean, can you just leave it? It was one mistake!” you exclaimed, storming into the motel room.

“No, Y/N, I can’t. Do you have any idea how many people could’ve died because of you?” he yelled, coming in after you.

“Of course I fucking do!” you screamed back. “Don’t you think that that thought is constantly going through my mind? But no one did, so can you please stop trying to send me on a guilt trip?”

“I’m trying to make sure you don’t do something that stupid in the future!” Dean shouted.

“Why are you being such an arse about this?”

“I’m being an arse about this?” Dean asked in disbelief. “Really, me? Have you tried looking in the mirror lately?”

“Did you seriously just say that? God, I can’t even look at you right now!”

“Fine then. You won’t have to,” Dean yelled back, leaving the motel room and slamming the door behind him.

You slumped against the wall, tears pricking your eyes. You knew you shouldn’t have made such a big deal out of it, but once Dean had started lecturing you about your mistake, you couldn’t back down and let him win. And now you were left in the motel, alone.

Three hours later, you heard a key in the door. Turning around, you saw Dean stagger into the room.

“I suppose you’ve gone and gotten drunk,” you said coldly. “Is that your solution to everything?”

“Don’t piss me off, Y/N,” Dean warned.

“Why not, Dean? Would that be stupid of me?”

“I’m not in the mood for this, Y/N.”

“But Dean,” you began innocently, “you’ve just been out to the bar. I thought that was the magic cure for everything. Isn’t that what Daddy taught you?”

“How dare you?” he hissed, his hand lashing out so fast you didn’t even have a chance to register what was happening. Your cheek stung and realisation struck you - Dean Winchester had just hit you.

You brought your hand up to cover the throbbing flesh. Dean’s eyes widened, as if he was only now realising what he’d just done.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he began, reaching out for you.

You slapped his hands away. “Get away from me!” you shrieked, turning and fleeing into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.

“Y/N, please. I don’t know what came over you. I’ll never lay a hand on you again, I swear. Just come out. Please,” Dean pleaded from the other side of the door.

“Just leave me alone!” you sobbed, curled up against the wall.

“I’m not leaving until you come back out.”

“Just go!” you choked out.

After several minutes, you heard Dean stumble away from the door and you breathed a sigh of relief. At that moment, it hit you that you were actually scared of Dean Winchester.

It was with your cheek pressed against the cool tiles of the bathroom floor that you finally found yourself drifting off to sleep half an hour later.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you did was look in the mirror. An ugly purple bruise was smeared across your cheek, ink staining the paper of your skin.

Listening against the door, you couldn’t hear anything and assumed that Dean was still asleep. You crept out to the kitchen, careful not to make a noise.

You were just pouring out some cereal when a voice from behind stopped you.

“What have I done?” it whispered. Turning, you found that Dean stood across the room, his eyes fixed on the side of your cheek.

“I’m an arsehole. An absolute, fucking arsehole!” You flinched at the sound of his raised voice, the memory of last night burned into your mind. When Dean noticed that you’d backed away, all strength seemed to drain from him.

“You’re scared of me,” he stated in a whisper. “Oh God. What have I done?” His eyes shone with unshed tears and he dragged his hands down his face.

“Y/N,” he began, “you have to believe me. I never meant to do that, I swear. I’m so, so sorry. And I’m never gonna be able to forgive myself for it. Ever.”

You cast your eyes away. “I shouldn’t have said what I said. About your dad.”

“Y/N, that was no excuse for what I did,” he said firmly. “There is no excuse for what I did. It was unforgivable. But I want you to know that if I could go back and change one thing, that’d be it.”

You peeked up at him. “Really?”

“I wouldn’t even have to think twice.”

You looked down at your hands, and were startled when Dean added, “I’ll miss you.”

“Where are you going?” you asked.

“I’m leaving,” he stated simply.

“Dean, don’t go,” you murmured.

“Y/N, you don’t deserve what I did to you. And you shouldn’t have to put up with me every day after what I did.”

“But I don’t want you to leave.” He looked like he was about to cut you off, so you rushed on. “Dean, I trust you. Not as much as I did before last night, but I still trust you. I can see how cut up you are about this. So stay, because I don’t think you’ll do it again. But for the record? If you ever hurt me like that again, I’m gonna pack my bags and leave, because I’m worth so much more than that.”

“Y/N, I promise, I won’t let you regret this decision,” Dean swore.

“I hope you mean that,” you replied.

“I do, Y/N. I do.”

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! And sorry, I couldn’t resist that little reference at the end.

I just want to say that even though this wasn’t necessarily an example of an abusive relationship, if you ever are in one, you do deserve more. So please allow yourself to have the life you deserve. If someone hurts you like this, you owe them nothing.

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can you write an imagine where the reader is dating dean and she's pregnant but he doesnt know yet. we all go on a dangerous hunt and the reader gets seriously hurt. dean freaks out and Cas' comes and tell dean & sam about her pregnancy while she's almost dying. and when she finally wake up dean is crying, happy because he's gonna be a dad but sad because he almost lost his only love and he tells her how he feels? (french girl so sorry for the bad english) thank you :)

Hi. Sorry about the wait. I hope this is what you were after! And just so you know, your English is really good. You have nothing to apologise for. And I think it’s pretty cool that you know a second language. I’d never have the patience for that kind of thing!

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You stuffed the pregnancy test into the bottom of the rubbish bin.

“You ready, Y/N?” Dean called out.

“In a minute!” you called back, hoping the bathroom door muffled the strain in your voice. Turning to look at the mirror, you paused for a minute to compose yourself. A nervous, jittery feeling filled your stomach and you felt nauseous.

You were a hunter, and you were pregnant.

The hunt you were about to go on had been in the making for a couple of weeks. It was going to be dangerous and you knew that Dean would make you stay home if he knew about the baby so you made the decision not to tell him, at least not until after the hunt.

“Come on, Y/N!” Dean shouted. “We’ve gotta hit the road.”

“Alright, alright, I’m coming. Calm down,” you answered, exiting the bathroom and heading out to meet Sam and Dean. “Let’s go.”

—-

“Y/N, to your right!” Sam yelled out to you.

You spun around, taking the head of the vampire who had tried to catch you off guard. But your momentum threw you off and you staggered to regain your footing. The nausea from before had returned and you realised that it wasn’t just nerves but morning sickness from the pregnancy.

Whilst you were trying to restore your sense of balance, another vampire came at you. Before you even had a chance to act in defence, he flung you to the floor, bringing a knife down to stab you. You only just managed to get your arm up in time to deflect the blow, the blade instead plunging into your forearm.

“Y/N!” a voice screamed, followed by the vampire’s limp body collapsing on you as it was decapitated.

“Y/N?” Dean was crouched beside you, cradling your head. “Stay with me. It’s going be fine.”

“Dean,” Sam said behind you, “she’s losing a lot of blood and her head hit the ground pretty hard.”

“I know, Sammy. Cas!” Dean called. “If you can hear this, I don’t care what you’re doing. Get your feathery ass down here now!”

Black spots were dancing across your vision and you fought to remain conscious.

A fluttering of wings caused Dean to look up. “Cas?” he asked. “You need to heal her. Please,” he pleaded.

“Dean, I am very sorry but there is only so much I can do given her present condition.”

“What are you talking about?” Dean demanded. “You’ve healed way worse than this before!”

The last thing you heard before your senses faded was Cas saying, “Ordinarily I would be able to but things are different this time. She’s pregnant, Dean.”

—-

A steady beeping sound guided you back to consciousness. Your eyes fluttered open and you blinked several times before you realised that the sea of white was the ceiling, and not your fuzzy vision.

“De…” you tried to say. You cleared your throat and made a second attempt. “Dean?”

His face appeared in your line of sight. “Thank God you’re safe,” he breathed. “I was so worried,” he choked out.

You brought your hand up to his face but had to stop halfway when you discovered your IV was getting in your way. “Are you crying?” you croaked.

He wiped a hand across his face. “I was just so scared, Y/N. You were really bad for a while there, and Cas said he couldn’t fix you. I thought I was going to lose you,” he whispered, his voice catching on the last sentence.

“I’m not worth all this, Dean. You’d get on without me.”

“Don’t you dare say that, Y/N,” Dean whispered fiercely. “Don’t ever think that you’re not worth it to me. Because you are. You’re worth everything. Both of you.”

You frowned in confusion. “Both of us?”

“The baby, Y/N. Cas told me. But why didn’t you say something?”

The earlier events came back to you. “I only found out just before we left. And…I thought you’d make me stay back if you knew. So I was going to tell you when we got back,” you explained. “Although I guess that didn’t go as planned…”

“Y/N,” Dean began in a pained voice, “don’t ever put yourself in that kind of danger again.”

“It was just a hunt -”

“No, Y/N, it wasn’t. Because you’re pregnant now. And if something happens to you, something will happen to the baby as well. And I love both of you too much to let that happen.”

“So…you’re happy about it? About the baby?” you asked timidly.

“Are you kidding me? This is awesome! I never thought I’d get to have this, not in the hunting life,” he explained. “And now, I get to start a family with the most amazing and beautiful woman I’ve ever met.”

“I’m not that great,” you insisted.

“You are to me,” Dean told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much, Y/N. And I think you’re going to be an incredible mother.”

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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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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. :(

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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!

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“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 possibly do an imagine where youre friends with dean and sam and you end up meeting gabriel and you fall for him and he feels the same?

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Hi! I’m sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after.

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You stormed out of your bedroom in the bunker. “I swear to God, if you two don’t shut up, I’m going to rip -” Your words were cut short by the third man standing in the kitchen with the Winchesters.

“Oh. Hi,” you said awkwardly, very aware that your hair was a mess and that you were only wearing tatty old pyjamas.

“Hey, sweetheart,” the attractive stranger replied.

“I’m Y/N,” you told him, extending your hand.

“Gabriel.” But instead of shaking your hand, he brought it to his mouth, leaving a kiss there.

A dark flush spread across your cheeks and you tried to cover it up with a change of subject.

“So…what brings you to be standing in our kitchen at 7 o'clock on a Saturday morning? Talking loud enough to wake the dead, I might add. And me.”

“Sorry about that,” he apologised, eyes holding yours for a moment.

“Uh, guys?” Sam asked.

“Wh-what?” you stuttered, turning your attention to the Winchesters.

“We were just discussing some things with Gabriel about the situation in Heaven,” Dean explained.

“So you’re a hunter too?”

“A little more than that,” Gabriel replied. You frowned in confusion.

“He’s one of the douchebag angels.”

“Dean!” Sam hissed.

“Yes, Dean. Listen to your brother. I don’t have to help you, you know. Pissing me off won’t do you any favours.”

“Well how about I kill you a hundred times in a row and we’ll see how you like it?” Dean suggested aggressively.

“Did you do that to him?” you gasped.

Gabriel waved off your concerns. “It’s a long story. But it’s resolved now.” He turned back to Sam and Dean. “So shall we get back to our discussion or should I just leave?”

Dean clenched his jaw before replying. “Fine. I’ll play along. But don’t think this means we’re friends or anything.”

“You know what? I’m just gonna go back to bed. Try to keep the noise down this time,” you told them, turning towards the door.

“Sweet dreams,” Gabriel told you. You glanced up at him, trying to work out if he was being sarcastic, but his expression looked genuine.

“Um, I will,” you replied, leaving the room. As you did, you could’ve sworn you felt his eyes following you.

When you got back into bed, you had trouble calming down the butterflies in your stomach.

“For goodness sake,” you muttered, ramming the pillow over your head to put you thoughts to a halt. “You just met him. Pull yourself together!”

You drifted off, and a mischievous smile haunted your dreams.

When you finally woke up again, it was 10 o'clock, a much more reasonable hour than the time you’d been woken at earlier.

You stumbled into the kitchen, surprised to find the bunker so quiet.

“Sam and Dean went out to question some people,” a voice said from the doorway.

You spun around, closing the fridge door.

“I didn’t realise you were still here,” you told Gabriel. “How come the Winchesters let you stay?”

“Let’s just say that I hold a great deal more power than they do,” he replied. “Plus, there’s something that I wanted to do.”

“Oh?” you asked, your heart faltering. “And what would that be?”

“This.” Gabriel crossed the room in a couple of strides and placed his hands on your hips. Holding you against him, he leaned down to place a kiss to your lips.

“What was that?” you breathed.

“I believe if you consulted a dictionary, it would say-”

“No,” you interrupted, “what I meant was why.”

“You’re beautiful,” Gabriel answered. “And I think I like you.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he confirmed. “We should definitely go out on a date sometime.”

You laughed at his confidence. “Well, if you insist,” you teased, drawing him towards you for another shot.

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