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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

Anonymous

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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Thanks for reading! I couldn’t resist including Harry Potter in that. But what can I say? I’m obsessed!

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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

Anonymous

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.

Anyway, feedback is welcome. Also, REQUESTS! I’d love some more!

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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.

Anonymous

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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Thank you for reading! I just realised that this was my first imagine involving Cas, which I find pretty cool. Feedback is welcome and I’d love to get some more requests!

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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?

Anonymous

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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Hi! I just found your account yesterday and have been reading your imagines non-stop! Love them!! Could you write me a Dean imagine with a situation of your choice? Thanks! Xx

Hi! I’m glad that you like my blog! Here’s the imagine, as requested. I hope you like it!

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Opening the passenger door of the Impala, you handed Dean the bag of take out you’d just bought.

“Did you get pie?” he asked, rifling through the food in the bag.

“Ah, crap,” you said. “I forgot. I’m sorry.”

Dean’s head shot up. “How can you forget about pie, Y/N?” he demanded.

“I’m tired, Dean. Today’s been exhausting. It just slipped my mind. But look! There’s plenty of other stuff there. Just have some of that!”

“But pie is pie. I can’t eat any of these cheap substitutes!”

“Look, Dean, I’m not going back in there to buy you a pie, if that’s what you’re getting at. Let’s just get back to the motel, alright? Sam’s waiting for us,” you said.

“Fine,” Dean muttered, taking a bite out of a burger you had bought and starting up the Impala.

“You know what?” you began as the Impala pulled down the street.

“What?” Dean asked.

“You eat way too much pie,” you stated. “It’s not normal.”

“Baby, can you believe what Y/N just said? She’s crazy!” he said to the Impala.

“You know what else isn’t normal? Talking to your car like it’s an actual person,” you told Dean.

“Don’t listen to her, Baby. She’s just jealous,” Dean said, running a hand over the dashboard.

“In fact,” you continued, ignoring what Dean had just said, “I’m hosting an intervention. A pie intervention.”

“That’s not even a thing!” Dean complained.

“It is now,” you retorted.

“You can’t take my pie away from me!” he exclaimed.

“It’s for your own good, Dean,” you mocked.

“Alright then,” Dean replied, pulling into the motel parking lot and cutting the engine.

“You’re agreeing with me?” you asked in astonishment.

“As much as I hate to say it, yes. But on one condition.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “If I don’t get pie, I want something else to keep my mind off it,” he continued.

“And what would that be?” you asked.

Dean put his hand on the back of your head, pulling you towards him until your lips met. After several moments, he pulled back and looked you straight in the eye.

“You,” he stated simply.

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Was that one shorter than usual? I’m not sure. Either way, thanks for reading! Any feedback you have would be much appreciated, as would requests. Also, please don’t repost without giving credit!

Could you write an imagine where the guys are in a hunt with the reader and they have to help the ghostfacers ? And they keepfilrting with the reader but dean become jaleaous because she's his girlfriend ? Thanks !!!

Anonymous

Hi! Thanks for requesting an imagine. I hope this is what you were after!

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You, Sam and Dean had just arrived at your latest job and were unloading gear from the Impala.

“Ah, crap,” you heard Dean, your boyfriend, mutter.

“What’s up?” you asked him.

“Over there,” he replied, nodding in the direction of the drive leading up to the house. Looking over, you saw a van pulling up.

“Ghostfacers?” you asked in confusion, reading the lettering on the side of the van.

“It’s this bunch of amateur ‘ghost hunters’,” Sam explained. “They film all their so called hunts and are trying to get a TV series out of it.”

“How do you know them?” you asked.

“We first ran into the two main guys, Harry and Ed, whilst investigating a haunted house. Although at the time all they did was run a paranormal website. Then we ran into them a while later at another haunted house. That time, they had the whole crew with them.”

“Are they any good?” you asked.

Sam burst out laughing.

“What?” you questioned him.

“I once told them to form a circle with salt from my duffel bag and get in it and they thought I was telling them to get into the bag,” Dean told you.

You couldn’t help yourself. You burst out laughing as well.

At this point, the Ghostfacers had started piling out of the van.

“It’s the Winchester douchebags,” you overheard one of them complaining as they noticed the Impala.

“You know what? I think I’m gonna go check out the house before those idiots mess things up,” Dean told you and Sam. “Try to keep them out of the way.”

He leaned over to press a kiss to your temple before walking off to investigate.

“Greetings, Winchester.” You looked up to see that the Ghostfacers had made their way over to you.

“Hi,” Sam replied with a strained smile.

“Who is this?” one of the Ghostfacers asked, his eyes trained on you.

“This is Y/N,” Sam introduced you. You nodded at them in acknowledgement.

“Y/N, this is Ed,” Sam gestured towards the one who had been checking you out. “Harry,” he told you, pointing towards the man beside Ed. “And those two are Maggie and Kenny,” he finished off.

“Hey,” you said to them, getting a few murmured greetings in response.

Ed turned to the rest of his group. “Why don’t you guys get the rest of the equipment from the van while I talk to these two?”

They headed off, leaving you and Sam alone with Ed.

“Did it hurt?” Ed asked, looking straight at you.

“This?” you queried, pointing at a scrape on your arm, figuring that it must be what he was referring to.

“No, I’m talking about when you fell from Heaven. Did it hurt?” he repeated.

By now you were thoroughly confused. Did he know something about the angels? Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed that Sam looked as if he were about to explode from trying to keep in his laughter.

“It’s just that you look like an angel,” Ed continued. Realisation dawned on you. The Ghostfacer was hitting on you.

“Um,” you replied, biting your lip to keep from laughing.

“You know,” Ed rushed on. “We’re like, this close to making it big in Hollywood.”

“Is that so?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

He nodded emphatically. “Oh definitely. And between you and me,” he added, leaning in towards you, “I reckon there’s gonna be a bunch of girls fighting over me. But I could always reserve a place for you, if you wanted.”

“I think that’s enough,” Dean said, coming over to wrap a protective arm around you. You hadn’t noticed him leave the house but you were grateful that he had showed up. Ed was starting to make you a bit uncomfortable and even though you could take care of yourself, it was nice to know that your boyfriend had your back.

“Y/N, could I speak with you for a minute?” Dean asked.

“Sure,” you replied, allowing him to pull you off to the side. “What’s up?”

“I don’t like the way he was looking at you,” Dean said.

“You jealous or something?” you asked with a laugh. However, it died off pretty quickly when you noticed that he was avoiding eye contact.

“You are jealous!” you said in amazement.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked. You frowned at him in confusion.

“Care to explain?”

“It’s just, guys like that have normal lives. You could settle down with them, get a 9 'til 5 kind of job. Ed probably isn’t the best example of normal, but still. I mean, what have I got to offer you? A bunch of crappy motels?”

“Dean, listen to me,” you said, grabbing his face and turning him to look at you. “You have nothing to worry about with him. He tried to pick me up by asking if I got hurt in the fall because I looked like an angel.” This earned a small smile from Dean.

“Besides,” you continued, “I don’t want a normal life. I don’t want a 9 'til 5 job. I picked you, Dean, and that includes everything about you. I don’t care that instead of a picket fence we’ve got a neon motel sign. I love you, and that’s all that matters to me.”

Dean looked down at you. “Really?” he asked.

“Really,” you confirmed.

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Just curious, are you a Sam girl or a Dean girl?

Anonymous

I’m a Winchester girl. I love them both too much to choose!

sam imagine where the reader has an eating disorder and he finds out, he's angry and starts yelling at first but when he calms down it's fluffy? then maybe a time lapse to when she's recovered? (if you're comfortable with that)

Anonymous

Hi! Thanks for your request. Personally, I’ve never dealt with an eating disorder so I’m not entirely sure that I got that part of it right, but I did try my best! I hope you like it.

TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER, MILD VERBAL ABUSE OF THE READER.

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, ran your fingers along your bare ribcage. It wasn’t enough. It was never, ever enough. No matter how many times you purged or starved yourself, it was never enough.

You knew what people thought when they looked at you. You could see the judgement in their eyes. Fat. You were fat and nothing was going to change it.

You hated your body, hated the way it looked. Mirrors were your greatest enemy. But tonight, as you were getting changed, you couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of your reflection.

Your stomach bulged, your arms were flabby and your thighs were like tree stumps. Fat. That’s all you were.

Suddenly, the door banged open, causing you to jump and spin around, only to find Sam standing in the doorway.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise you were in- What the hell?” he exclaimed, his eyes focusing on your exposed torso.

“Get out, Sam!” you yelled at him, grabbing a blanket from the bed to cover yourself.

“No! I’m not leaving until you tell me what the hell is going on, Y/N!”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you replied.

“What I mean,” Sam responded, taking a step towards you, “Is that you look like something we might dig up to salt and burn.”

“Sam-” you began, only to be cut off.

“Damn it, Y/N! What’s wrong with you? Dean and I bust our arses trying to protect you! We risk our lives for you. And clearly, that is a total waste of time, considering that your problem is not monsters, but yourself!” he yelled at you.

You didn’t know how to respond. You stood in the centre of the room, taking in shallow breaths and fighting the tears you knew were going to spill at any moment.

Noticing this, Sam crossed the room to stand beside you.

“Oh God, Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he said, trying to wrap his arms around you.

“Don’t touch me!” you choked out, shoving his arms aside.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean that. I just can’t stand seeing you like this. You’re so beautiful and I just can’t stand the thought of you destroying yourself because you can’t see that.”

You looked up at him and saw guilt and pain on his face.

“You’re lying,” you whispered. “I’m not beautiful. I’m ugly and I’m fat. I’m like a freaking elephant!”

“No, you’re not,” Sam said softly. He reached out and steered you gently in front of the mirror.

“Look at yourself,” he told you. “Take a good look at yourself and tell me that there is not one thing beautiful about you.”

“There’s not one thing beautiful about me,” you stated, glancing at your reflection.

“Look harder.”

You did. You kept looking, even if just to appease Sam.

“Fine,” you finally said. “My eyes. I like my eyes, okay? Now are we done here?”

“Not yet,” Sam told you, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you. “There’s something that I think you need to hear first.”

“What?” you sighed.

“You’re right about one thing. Your eyes are beautiful. They’re one of my favourite things about you. And I’d hate to see those eyes stop shining because you think that nothing else about you is beautiful,” he answered, reaching up to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“I’m still fat, though,” you replied.

“You’re not, Y/N. In fact, you’re the opposite. This isn’t healthy. Starving yourself or purging or whatever it is that you do is not the answer. You need to stop this,” Sam said.

“I’m scared, Sam,” you whispered.

“I know you are,” he replied. “But I’m gonna help you through this. You won’t have to do this alone,” he continued, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. “I promise.”

*Six Months Later*

“Here you go,” Sam said, handing you a burger he’d picked up on the way back to the motel.

“Thanks,” you responded, grinning up at him.

The past few months had been rough for you, but once you’d seen that your eating habits were unhealthy, you’d started making changes. It wasn’t easy, and even now, there were still days where you would only pick at your food. But each time this happened, Sam walked you over to the nearest mirror and had you say three things you liked about your body.

Gradually, it worked. You were back to a much healthier weight and even though you hadn’t fully recovered yet, Sam was always there to help you through. You weren’t in this alone, just as he had promised.

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Hi! Could I have a Dean Winchester imagine, please? Where Dean meets me (a hunter)? That would be really cool, thanks. :)

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Hi! Thanks for your request. Here is your imagine. I hope you like it!

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You were sitting at the bar, exhausted. You had just driven over 6 hours to deal with a seriously evil spirit, only to find that the case had already been dealt with by the time you got there.

You took another swig of your drink and heard the door to the bar opening. You turned around and saw two men walking in. They were both pretty good looking but you found your eyes drawn to the shorter of the two, who looked slightly older.

Turning back to the counter, you overheard part of their conversation.

“I thought for a minute there we wouldn’t be able to finish that one off,” one of the men said.

“Are you kidding me, Sammy?” the other replied. “That spirit was nothing compared to some of the sons of bitches we’ve taken down in the past. We totally had it covered.”

At that point, the conversation cut off and a minute later, you found out why. The shorter of the two, the one you’d just been checking out, had sat down beside you.

“Hey. I’m Dean,” he said with a cocky grin.

“Y/N,” you replied. “So you’re the one who stole my case.”

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

“Don’t play dumb. I heard you and your friend over there talking about it,” you told him with a nod in the direction of the taller man.

Dean followed your gaze. “That’s my brother, Sam. So I take it you’re a hunter then, huh?”

“I am,” you answered. “I’m also kinda pissed because somebody took my case.”

“What makes it your case?” Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Let’s see,” you replied. “I’ve been doing a lot of research into the history of this town, looking at past hauntings and stuff. Then I find a recent article about some suspicious deaths, so I drive 6 hours to get here, on very little sleep I might add. But when I arrive, I find that there’s nothing left for me to deal with. So you can see why I might’ve been a bit possessive over this case,” you finished.

“Well, Y/N, my brother and I are very sorry about that,” Dean told you.

“Really?” you questioned, doubt evident in your voice.

“We’re deeply regretful,” he answered with mock sincerity. “But maybe I could make it up to you,” he continued, leaning in towards you with a flirty grin.

“And how do you suppose you’ll do that?” you asked him, meeting his flirtation with some flirting of your own.

“I can think of a few things,” he told you with a heart-stopping smirk. “How ‘bout I start by buying you a drink?”

“That could work,” you replied, settling in for what you could tell would be a good evening.

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Anonymous asked: Can you do an imagine where Sam finds out the reader has been drinking demon blood and wants to help you, but Dean just wants to treat her like any other monster? And maybe Sam sticks up for her I dunno.

Hi! Thanks so much for your request! This is my first fanfiction ever, so I’m a bit nervous about how it turned out. But it’s the thought that counts, right? Anyway, I hope you like it!

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You sat bolt upright in bed, your heart pounding in your chest and blood rushing in your ears. You glanced around at the motel room that you were sharing with Sam and Dean and noticed that both were still asleep. Very quietly, you slipped on your shoes, grabbed a coat and went outside to get some fresh air.

You’d been hunting with the boys for around six months now and you knew that nightmares were part of the deal. Most of the time you could shrug them off but this one just kept coming back.

You remembered the attack all too well. The demon sliding the knife across your skin, throwing you around the room. And then she’d decided to have a bit of fun and drip some of her blood in your mouth. You’d coughed and gagged to try to bring it back up. At that point, she’d decided that you weren’t worth it anymore and she had positioned the knife above your heart. If Sam and Dean had arrived a minute later, you’d have been six feet under by now.

Each time you had that nightmare, there was one part that stuck out more vividly than the rest. It was her blood, slowly trickling down your throat. You’d ignored it for the first few nights but soon you couldn’t get it out of your head.

You thought you were fine until you’d been on a solo hunt, your first since the incident with the demon blood. You’d just finished off the demon and were wiping your hand across your mouth to clear away some dirt when you tasted it. Blood from that evil son of a bitch.

And it tasted…good.

You kept trying to forget about it but each time you were alone with a demon, you had a little bit more. It was shameful how dependent you’d become on this. It was wrong! But you couldn’t help yourself, no matter how hard you tried.

While you’d been outside thinking, a gnawing feeling in your stomach had been growing stronger and stronger. You were hungry, but not for food. You went back inside the room, knowing that you couldn’t let yourself give in to this addiction.

You rifled through all the cupboards and the fridge, looking for anything remotely edible to distract yourself from the persistent hunger.

Once you had sat down and begun to eat, you heard movement from one of the beds and looked up to see that you’d woken Dean.

“Having are little midnight snack, are we?” he asked. He sat up slowly and as he took in the food piled on the table around you, he let out a low whistle.

“Damn, Y/N, what’s all this? You got cravings or something?” he joked.

“Something like that,” you muttered before you could stop yourself.

Dean’s eyebrows shot up. “What?” he asked. “You aren’t…you’re not pregnant are you?” he asked warily.

“Not that kind of craving,” you replied with a sad smile.

“Well then, what is it, Y/N?”

You bit your lip. You knew you couldn’t hide this forever and besides, Dean was your friend. You could trust him, right?

“You remember a couple of months back when you guys saved me from that demon?” you asked.

“Yeah. You were pretty beat up. But what’s that got to do with anything?” he asked in confusion.

“Well…before you got there, she was torturing me, and apparently she decided that the conventional methods weren’t interesting enough, because she gave me some of her blood,” you told him, avoiding eye contact.

“What are saying?” Dean asked as he got up and started moving towards you.

“What I’m saying is that after that, I -I…I tried to stop, Dean! I really did! But I just can’t help it!” you exclaimed.

“Help what?” Dean asked in exasperation.

“I’m addicted, Dean,” you whispered. “I’m addicted to demon blood.”

Dean was yelling now. “You’re what? How could you let something like that happen?”

“What’s going on?” came a groggy voice from across the room. Sam. It’s a wonder he hadn’t woken up earlier.

“Y/N here has gone and decided to get herself addicted to demon blood,” he told Sam, never turning his glare away from your face.

“What?” Sam asked in disbelief. This was not going the way you’d planned.

“I tried so hard to stop,” you told them, your voice shaking with the effort of holding back tears. “It’s so hard though! I’ve had so many nightmares about the attack and I just can’t get it out of my head! And then the second time I tried some blood, it was an accident! I just can’t stop but I want to so much. I hate it! I just want it over!” At this point, you didn’t even bother trying to stop the tears that were making tracks down your face.

“Yeah, well maybe you should’ve thought about all that before you decided to munch on some hell spawn!” Dean yelled at you.

“Dean, stop!” Sam exclaimed in shock.

“No, Sam, I’m not gonna stop. What she’s doing is wrong! It’s unnatural. We need to do something about it!”

“I agree with you, Dean,” Sam responded. You froze. Up until that point, you’d been sure that Sam would be on your side. “We do need to do something about it. We need to help her. We’ve all screwed up, Dean. We’ve all made mistakes. You and I both know that sometimes, shit happens. But you yelling at Y/N isn’t going to help!” he continued.

Now Sam turned around and walked over so that he was sitting in the chair beside you.

“Look, Y/N, this sucks. I know. But you’re not going to have to go through this alone. I’m going to help you and I’m sure Dean will as well once he stops acting like such a dick.”

He tilted your head up so that you were forced to look at him. Through your tears, you gave him a tentative smile, which he returned with a much more reassuring one of his own.

“We’re going to get through this, Y/N. Together.”

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So there it is! My first imagine. I hope you guys liked it! And if you have any requests, my ask box is open! Also, please don’t post this anywhere without giving me credit.

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