Hey! could you please do an imagine where dean and the reader go to meet the readers family and he gets angry because they keep making rude remarks and comments about her while she's with them? thanks!!
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Hi. I’m so sorry this took so long. I’ve just been quite busy with school lately.
Warnings: Reader’s family is really nasty to them.
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You sighed. “Dean, it’s just lunch. Free food. You can’t get much better than that,” you explained for the thousandth time.
“Yeah, but it’s with your family. I never do the whole ‘meet the family’ thing!” he exclaimed.
“Dean, I know you aren’t into this kind of thing but can’t you please just put up with it? For me? They’ve really been on my back lately.”
“Alright,” Dean conceded. “But I’m only doing this because it’s you. If it were anyone else, I’d say no. Just keep that in mind.”
“I will. And Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s go.”
—-
You took a deep breath and knocked hesitantly on your parents’ front door.
“Y/N,” your mother greeted you as she opened the door. “I see you’ve finally decided to grace us with your presence.”
“Hi, mum. I know, it’s been a while. I’m sorry about that. But work’s been really hectic lately,” you explained.
“Blaming it on this elusive job of yours again, are you? Am I ever going to find out what you actually do?” You exchanged a glance with Dean. “And who is this?” she asked, noticing the shift in your gaze.
“Mum, this is Dean Winchester. He’s my boyfriend.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs Y/L/N.”
Your mother frowned at his outstretched hand, carefully avoiding it. “Yes, well. We better go in now. I expect lunch has gotten cold with all this pointless discussion you’ve engaged me in,” she complained, turning on her heel and heading into the house.
Dean frowned at you before ushering you into the house after her.
—-
Lunch was carried out in awkward silence, only broken by the clanging of cutlery and the occasional request for food to be passed down the table.
At one point, Dean stood up. “If you’ll just excuse me, I’m going to use the bathroom.”
“It’s just down the hall on your left,” you told him.
“Alright. I’ll be back in a minute,” he answered, pressing a kiss to your temple.
As soon as he’d left the room, your father turned to you. “So how did you and Dan meet?”
“It’s Dean,” you corrected.
“What difference does it make?” he shrugged. “It’s not as if things will work out between the two of you.”
“Actually, we’ve been together for about six months now.”
“Really?” your mother asked skeptically. “I suppose anyone will stick around if you give them enough of what they want.”
“Mum!” you gasped. “It’s not like that between Dean and I! How could you even suggest something like that?”
She appeared unconcerned by your reaction. “I simply don’t see what else he’d see in you.”
“How dare you?” Dean threatened from the doorway, as tears swam in your eyes.
“I thought you were using the facilities,” your mother said mildly.
“I was. But then I come back down the hallway to hear you say things like that? What the hell is wrong with you? If I ever hear of you saying things like that again, I’ll -”
“Dean,” you interrupted, standing up to put your hand on his arm.
His gaze cut to you. “You aren’t just gonna sit hear and take their crap, are you?”
“Can we just take this into the hall?” you pleaded.
“Sure,” he replied, allowing you to lead him out of the room.
“Look, Dean,” you began.
“Are they always that douchey?” he burst out.
“Dean,” you hissed, looking back to make sure your parents hadn’t heard.
“What? It’s a valid question. Do they always treat you like that?”
“Um, kind of. Yes, I suppose. But it’s fine, really. I’m used to it.”
“You should never have to get used to crap like that,” Dean stated, indignation taking over his features.
“Yes, well, that’s just the way things are. And it’s okay,” you told him, your voice quivering.
“No, Y/N, it’s not,” Dean told you, cupping your face in his hands. “Because there are countless things I see in you, an infinite list of why I’ve stayed with you for so long. So don’t you ever think that what your parents say is true. Because I see everything in you. Everything.”
“Really?” you whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek.
“Of course,” Dean answered, wiping your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Never, ever listen to them, okay? Because you’re beautiful, and no one should ever make you feel any less than that.”
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Could you write an imagine where the reader secretly washes the Impala after a messy hunt for Dean when she thinks he's asleep but gets caught? I love your writing and can't wait to see more!
Anonymous
Hey. Thank you so much for saying that! I’m sorry this took so long but I hope it’s what you were after.
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You snuck out of the bunker, staying as quiet as possible so that you wouldn’t wake Sam and Dean. When you got to the garage, you grabbed a bucket and filled it with water and soap, before grabbing a sponge as well.
“Dean really messed you up, didn’t he?” you murmured to Baby. “I’ve never seen you this dirty before!”
You reached up to the roof of the car, scrubbing at the caked on mud. After a while, you got into a rhythm and soon you were busting out the lyrics to your favourite songs, figuring the Winchesters wouldn’t be able to hear you through the thick walls.
You had just moved to wipe at Baby’s headlights when someone cleared their throat behind you. You whipped around to find Dean standing there with a smirk on his face.
“Really, Y/N? Cleaning my car at one o'clock in the morning?”
“It was really dirty!” you protested.
“And cleaning her couldn’t wait until morning?” he asked dubiously.
“It was really bugging me!” you exclaimed. “Why are you here, anyway?”
“Because I’m radioactive, radioactive!” Dean sang.
“You heard that?” you moaned, covering your face in embarrassment.
“I did. And I must say, you’re not a bad singer.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m good.”
“True, true,” Dean agreed. “But I like it regardless.” He went and picked up another sponge.
“What are you doing?” you asked as Dean came over to the Impala and started scrubbing the hubcaps.
“If you’re gonna be weird in the middle of the night, I figure I might as well join you,” he stated.
You grinned. “The mud was pissing you off too, wasn’t it?”
“Little bit, yeah.” You laughed and the two of you went back to cleaning.
When Dean wasn’t looking, you reached across and squeezed out your sponge on top of him.
He shot up, water dripping down his face. “Is that how it’s gonna be, huh? Because two can play that game,” he said, lunging towards you with his own sponge. You shrieked, darting out of the way.
By the time the two of you went back to bed, you were both soaked, half the suds having gone on you rather than the Impala.
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Hey could you do an imagine where your an angel and you knew Cas he was a big brother to you and you died a long time ago and then you come back and save Dean, Sam, and Cas's life and Dean falls for you and fluff n stuff
Anonymous
Hi! I’m so sorry for the wait. But I hope you enjoy it!
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You appeared in a warehouse, looking out over a large group of demons closing in on two men and an angel. The three in the middle were hopelessly outnumbered and unless you acted immediately, you knew they would all die.
You revealed your grace, hoping that the three men you were attempting to save would realise what was going on and shield their eyes. The brilliant glow radiated from you and to your relief, they shielded their eyes as the demons around them dropped like flies.
Once they all lay on the ground, you allowed your grace to fade back down so that you could be seen by the men, who were starting to look around the room to work out where the source of light had come from.
“Castiel,” you called out to the angel. As soon as he heard your voice, he turned to you, his eyes widening in astonishment.
“Y/N?” he asked, crossing the room in quick strides to stand before you. “What are you doing here? I thought you were dead,” he continued, clasping your hands in his own.
“I was. But it would seem that I have been brought back.”
“But how?”
“What is it that the humans say? God works in mysterious ways?” you smiled. “Regardless, I am here now, which is fortunate for you, seeing as you and your friends here would have been dead without me,” you said, nodding towards the two men who were slowly approaching you.
“Y/N, this is Sam and Dean Winchester,” Castiel introduced you.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you told them.
“Yeah, you too. We appreciate the help. But how did you find us? I thought Cas had ways of stopping other angels from tracking us,” the taller brother asked.
“Sam raises an interesting point. How did you find us?” Castiel asked.
“I’ve been searching for months for you. It was difficult, I admit, but I was not going to give up on my big brother. I just got lucky, I suppose.”
“Well, I’m glad you found us when you did,” Dean said. “That was some badass angel mojo you worked just then.”
You frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“He means that you were very helpful when you used your angel powers,” Sam explained.
“Oh. Thank you, Dean,” you said, smiling in his direction.
“Dean, we should probably sort this mess out. I’m sure these two would like a minute to catch up,” Sam suggested.
“Sure,” Dean agreed.
When they were out of earshot, you turned to Castiel. “I have missed you terribly, Castiel. Or should I say Cas? That’s what your human friends seem to be fond of calling you,” you teased.
“Yes, that is their nickname for me. I believe it makes me seem more human to them,” Castiel explained.
“Is that a good thing?” you frowned.
“I think it is,” Castiel answered. “These humans, with all their emotions…it’s really rather extraordinary.”
“I’m sure I’ll learn all about it. That is…if you’ll let me stay with you?” you asked uncertainly.
“Of course, Y/N. We’re family.”
You spun around at the sound of approaching footsteps. “So,” Dean began, “do you want to ride with us in the Impala, or would you rather do what Cas does, and teleport yourself back to the bunker?”
“No, I would love to ride with you in your car. Human experiences fascinate me, and I’d love to have a few of my own.”
“Alright then. Let’s go.”
—-
When you made it back to the bunker, you stepped out of the Impala giddily. “That was incredible!” you exclaimed.
Dean had been watching you and he grinned. “I’m glad to see someone appreciates my driving, at least.”
“Oh, you were a magnificent driver, Dean!”
“Yeah, well, try telling Sammy that.”
“Why? Does he not approve of your methods? Should I speak to him?” you asked.
“No, no, I - it was a joke,” Dean explained.
“Oh.” You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
“Hey, don’t worry,” Dean reassured you. “All this human crap can be confusing. But you’re doing a great job at picking up on it.”
“Thank you,” you replied, a soft smile forming on your lips.
“Anytime,” Dean said, leading the way into the bunker.
—-
That night, you were inspecting the kitchen appliances when you heard a voice behind you.
“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”
You looked around to face Dean. “That was a rather insensitive thing to say, Dean,” you stated, hurt evident in your tone.
“Shit,” Dean muttered. “I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t thinking. It was just some stupid pick up line I was trying on you.”
“Pick up line?” you frowned, confused at this unfamiliar term.
“Uh, yeah,” Dean answered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s, uh, something you say to someone you like. It’s supposed to make them want to go on a date with you.”
“Are you saying that you like me, Dean Winchester?”
“Maybe,” he murmured.
“You don’t sound too sure,” you laughed.
“I - yes. I am trying to tell you I like you,” he said.
“I’m glad for that,” you told him. “Because I think I might be starting to feel similarly about you.”
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Could u do an imagine where Dean drags u 2 ur family members wedding and (u hunt with them) he pretends to be your boyfriend (u like each other) and a leviathan shows up and spills all ur secrets to ur family and then you hand to hand combat it and kill it on your own and you can end it anyway u want THANKS!
Hi! I’m sorry it took me so long to write this and I hope you like it! I’m not quite sure if this is what you meant, but I did my best with it.
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“You’re going to wear that to a wedding?” Dean asked as you walked into the bunker’s kitchen in your pyjamas.
“Yes, and then I’m going to wear it when I go meet the Queen,” you replied sarcastically. “Seriously though, I’m not going to any wedding today. How did you find out, anyway?”
“I found the invitation on the ground beside the bin,” Dean explained. “And you can’t not go! It’s your cousin Stacey that’s getting married!”
“You’ve never even met my cousin Stacey!”
“Yeah, but I’m sure her wedding will be awesome.”
“Dean,” you sighed, “I’m not going. I didn’t RSVP and I’m definitely not going alone.”
“Take me then. And besides, people always overbook at weddings. I’m sure they won’t mind an extra two people,” Dean answered.
“You’d go to a wedding with me?” you asked doubtfully.
“Sure. Why not?”
“Alright. Well, I guess I better get ready. And you should too,” you told him, heading back out of the room after grabbing a couple of slices of toast from Dean’s plate.
“Take my food again and I’ll retract my offer!” Dean called after you. You grinned as you shut your bedroom door behind you.
—-
It took you a while, but you were finally able to find a suitable dress that didn’t have too many creases in it. You spent a bit of time on your hair and make up too, but gave up after a while, figuring you wouldn’t stay very long.
“Alright, let’s go,” you sighed, stepping out of your room to meet Dean.
He turned around and when his eyes found you, he sucked in a sharp breath. “Y/N, you look…wow.”
“Don’t mock me,” you said.
“I’m not! You really do look incredible!”
“Well, thank you,” you answered carefully. “But we should probably go now.”
“Sure,” Dean nodded.
—-
From the moment you pulled up outside the church, you knew exactly why you hated weddings.
“Dean, I can’t do this. I haven’t seen my family in ages! What am I supposed to tell them about what I do now? How do I explain hunting?” You were starting to panic, so Dean rested his hands on your shoulders.
“Y/N, it’s gonna be fine. Trust me. Now, why don’t you go talk to some people while I park Baby?”
“Alright,” you responded, stepping out from the car.
“Y/N!” you heard a voice call to you as Dean drove around the corner. You turned to find your aunt and uncle walking towards you. “We didn’t expect to find you here!” your aunt continued.
“It was a bit of a last minute decision,” you explained.
“I can see that. I mean, you didn’t even have time to wrangle up a date!” she laughed. “Not that we really expected much different. No offence.”
“Actually,” a deep voice said from beside you, “I was just parking the car. I’m Dean Winchester, Y/N’s boyfriend,” Dean introduced himself.
“It’s nice to meet you,” your aunt said as your uncle shook the hand Dean had offered. Both relatives looked quite flustered at having been proved wrong.
“Well,” your uncle began awkwardly, “we should probably go. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Goodbye,” you said as they moved away.
As soon as they were gone, you turned to Dean. “What the hell?” you hissed.
“What?”
“Why did you tell them you were my boyfriend?”
“They were being really nasty to you and I wanted to prove them wrong. Besides, dating me wouldn’t be so terrible, would it?”
“I-but-that’s not the point!” you burst out, a blush creeping up your neck.
“How about we go inside?” Dean suggested. “I think the ceremony’s starting soon.”
—-
After the ceremony had ended, you all headed outside, where the bridal party had their photos taken.
“You brought a Winchester, I see,” a voice drawled.
“Do I know you?” you asked the man who had approached you.
“You know of me,” he replied, opening his jaw to reveal a large set of teeth and forked tongue.
“Leviathan,” you whispered.
“Bingo! Hey everyone,” he called, his voice rising so that those around you could hear. “Did you know that Y/N isn’t actually dating Dean Winchester? They lied so she wouldn’t seem pathetic to you.”
A few people nearby started to murmur, glancing between you, Dean and the leviathan. “What are you playing at?” you hissed.
“I think secrets can really get in the way of relationships, don’t you think? You know, I think it’s about time we tell everyone what you do for a living.”
Your eyes widened as panic filled you. But before you could do anything, Dean had already stepped forward, grabbing the leviathan by the front of his suit and pulling him so that his face was right in front of Dean’s. “If you dare -”
“Dean,” you interrupted, casting your eyes around at the concerned looks you were receiving, “let me deal with this. We can take him round there.” You indicate towards where Dean had parked the Impala.
Dean consented and dragged the leviathan around the corner, out of sight of the wedding guests.
“Do you really think you can do anything to harm me?”
“I really do,” you replied, flinging Boraxo in his face. While his skin was burning, you snatched up the knife that Dean offered and sliced his head off.
As it hit the ground with a soft thump, you sagged back into Dean.
He straightened you up and went to put the head inside a box he’d retrieved from the Impala.
“We better go bury these,” he told you. When you didn’t answer, he added, “Y/N? You listening?”
“Can’t I just go to my cousin’s wedding without some creepy monster drama taking place?”
“If it means anything to you, I thought you were pretty badass when you took that sucker down.”
You gave him a small smile. “I just wish I didn’t have to put up with all this crap 24/7.”
“Then don’t,” Dean said. When you looked up at him blankly, he went into a little more detail. “We can take a break. Rent some movies, order pizza, just do absolutely nothing. What do you think?”
“I think you’re the best fake boyfriend ever,” you answered, throwing your arms around his neck.
“Do me a favour,” Dean murmured in your ear.
“Hmm?”
“Do you think we could get rid of the ‘fake’ part?”
You pulled back and grinned up at him. “I thought you’d never ask.”
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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!
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“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.
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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!
Anonymous
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.
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“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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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“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.
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“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.”
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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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