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Jul 9

Hi sweetie ! Please could you write a fic with Dean being jealous because another guy touched you ?

Anonymous

Hey! Um, okay, for the record, I know nothing about pool. Absolutely nothing. But I really wanted to include it in this imagine. So I had to go on wikihow to write this. So if anything’s wrong or whatever, please forgive me.

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There was a clunk as the cue ball shot out from where you’d hit it, bumping into the other balls on the table. You straightened up, watching in satisfaction as a couple of the balls went into the pockets. You were just taking a swig of your beer when a voice close to your ear said, “You’re pretty good at that.” Turning around, you found yourself face to face with an incredibly attractive guy, probably around Sam’s age.

“Thank you,” you replied, giving him a coy smile as you put your empty bottle down on a side table. The music and laughter of the bar made it hard to hear, so you had to lean in very close to catch his next words.

“Of course,” he said, “I would offer a couple of suggestions for you to improve your technique.”

“Excuse me?” you answered, leaning away from him and pretending to take offence at his words. “My technique is flawless!”

He smirked at you, reaching out to take the pool cue from you. “There’s always room for improvement,” he told you, giving you a wink. You felt your face flush, and hoped that the poor lighting kept your face hidden from him. “The key,” he continued, turning away from you to face the table, “is in your stance.”

You watched as he positioned himself over the table, lining up the cue with the cue ball. He paused for a moment, before drawing the cue back and sending it into the ball. It shot forwards, hitting the other balls and sending them ricocheting off the edges of the table, with several of them sinking in the pockets. “Impressive,” you nodded, glancing at him in admiration.

“Here. You try.” He held the cue out to you, watching as you grabbed it and took up your position at the edge of the table. As you started to line it up, you felt him come up behind you, his arms reaching around to shift you into a better position. You had to stifle a gasp as his warm breath grazed your neck. “Good,” he whispered. “Now take a shot.”

You let the pool cue go, and laughed as the hit turned out better than it had ever gone before. But you barely had a moment to enjoy the shot before you felt the warmth of your admirer being jerked away from you. “What the -?” You spun around, only to find Dean pulling the guy you’d been talking to away.

“What are you doing, Dean?” Last you knew, he and Sam had been talking to a couple of attractive women over by the bar. You wondered if he’d had too much to drink, but he didn’t seem to be hurting the guy - just keeping him off you. “I’m so sorry,” you said to the guy. “This is my friend, Dean. But honestly, I don’t know what’s gotten into him!”

“It’s alright,” he replied, sending a tight smile in your direction.

“Could I speak to you for a minute, Y/N?” Dean asked stiffly. You were about to say no, when the guy you were interested in glanced between the two of you and excused himself, leaving you to face Dean on your own.

“What the hell, Dean?” you demanded. “You just sent him away! And I didn’t even get his name or his number!” You felt yourself growing angry, and you glanced at Dean in disbelief. What right did he have to choose who you spoke with when you went out? And it wasn’t as if the guy had been hurting you - it was an innocent conversation. Perhaps a tad flirty, but innocent none the less. What right did Dean have to interrupt?

“I didn’t like the way he was touching you.” With every minute that passed, Dean seemed to grow more and more uncomfortable. Which served him right, seeing as he had ruined your evening.

“Dean, he was helping me with my pool!” you exclaimed. But the longer you looked at him, the more you noticed his fidgeting and nervousness. Dean, the guy who was always confident (and perhaps the tiniest bit arrogant at times), was nervous? “Oh. My. God,” you said, finally understanding. “You were jealous!”

“I was not!” Dean protested weakly. But he couldn’t meet your eye, which didn’t go far in the way of convincing you.

“Yeah, right!” you laughed, putting the pool cue back. You gazed at him thoughtfully for a moment, smirking slightly, before standing up on tiptoes so that your mouth was in line with his ear. “You know,” you whispered, “If you ever want to play pool with me, all you have to do is ask.”

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I love your writing and I was wondering if I could have one with Dean and the reader is caught on a hunt? Thanks :)

Anonymous

Hi. I hope this was what you meant! And sorry I didn’t post this earlier. It’s just Saturday night, I was out all day and Supanova and then I went to a party, so I didn’t get home until 11:15pm. And then yesterday, I had homework, and then I finished Faking It, started Teen Wolf and watched more Once Upon A Time. But I mean it this time! I’m going to go back to my regular updates again!

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You sat on the edge of the footpath, shivering under the blanket that the paramedics had given you for shock. The edges of the blanket were clutched tightly in your hands, pulled tightly together underneath your chin. When the emergency services had arrived, you’d told them all about the attack, how the creature had leapt forward, pinning the man down under its weight. How the man had gone limp, his face turning pale as the blood made its way from his body. How you’d been standing on the other side of the road, waiting for the bus when you saw it happen.

But that was only the half of it. The one thing you hadn’t mentioned, which you couldn’t even make sense of yourself, was the fact that the creature you had mentioned wasn’t really a creature at all. It was a woman.

She’d emerged from the trees lining the road, her eyes fixed on the man. She hadn’t even noticed you watching as she lunged forward, her teeth extending out from her mouth, burying themselves in the man’s neck.

If you were living between the pages of a book, you knew that this would be the part where the protagonist is introduced to the world of the supernatural, when they see this attack and demand answers. The part where they find out that vampires are real.

But this wasn’t a book. The movies are fiction. None of this was real - you must’ve just imagined the whole thing. And yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this had just looked so real. And try as you might, you couldn’t come up with any other plausible explanation for what you’d just seen.

“Hey.” You looked up, finding two men in suits approaching you. “I’m Agent Angus. This is my partner, Agent Young. We’re with the FBI.”

“Really? The FBI are involved? Wow. I didn’t realise that you guys investigated this sort of thing,” you said, glancing between the two men.

“Well, we were passing through and thought we’d better check it out,” the shorter of the two explained.

“I heard that you were on the other side of the road when the attack took place,” the taller agent said. “Could you tell us what you saw? Any details you can provide will be really helpful.”

You froze under their watchful stares. How the hell were you supposed to tell them what had just happened without being written off as crazy? And it wasn’t like these were small town cops - they were the FBI. “I…um-I didn’t really see much,” you lied. “I heard a scream so I looked up and I just saw him lying there with blood smeared everywhere.”

“Did you see what attacked the man?” the taller man asked patiently.

“No, I didn’t,” you replied, avoiding their eyes. In your peripheral vision, you could see them turn to look at one another, and the shorter man muttered something to the taller man, who nodded and walked off.

“Hey,” the remaining FBI agent said, crouching down in front of you. “My name’s Dean, and I can tell you that whatever you saw, whatever you think happened, I’m not gonna think you’re crazy.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” you questioned shakily.

“Look,” Dean began, “I have seen a lot of weird crap in my time. And trust me, nothing about this attack seems normal. And whatever killed that guy, it’s going to be very dangerous, and a lot more people could end up like him,” he said, nodding towards the sheet-covered stretcher that the paramedics were carting off. “Please. Tell me.”

You don’t know what it was. Maybe it was the pleading tone in his voice, or the fact that he acknowledged that the attack you’d just witnessed was far from ordinary. But whatever it was, you felt safe around him, so you decided to trust him. “I was just standing there, waiting for the bus to come and this…this woman just lunged at the man, and-and she just pinned him underneath her body and it was like she drank his blood or something and I know that makes no sense but that’s what I saw.” Throughout your recount, you’d gradually gotten more and more worked up, to the point where you couldn’t say anymore because your throat had closed up.

“It’s okay,” Dean told you, shifting so that he sat on the curb beside you, rubbing a soothing hand in circles on your back. “What you saw? That was a vampire. My brother and I…we hunt that kind of thing. Stop them hurting people. And I know that it seems overwhelming right now, but everything’s going to work out alright. Sam and I are going to kill this thing, and then you can forget all about it and go back to living your life.”

“What did you mean by ‘that kind of thing?’” you hiccuped, wiping your eyes with the hem of your sleeve.

“Huh?”

“You said 'that kind of thing,’” you explained. “That would imply that there are other things like that out there. What are they?”

“Uh, well…” Dean started, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. “There are werewolves, wendigoes, demons, angels -”

“Hang on,” you interrupted incredulously. “You hunt angels?”

“Believe it or not, they aren’t all as great as they’re cracked up to be,” Dean replied frankly.

“So tell me more about them, then. Because you sound like you’re crazy, but what I saw before was crazier, so I can’t really judge.”

“Now really isn’t the best time…” Dean said.

“Oh. Right. Sorry, I’m being stupid. I’m sure you and your brother are really busy.” You lowered your gaze, trying to hide your embarrassment from him. Of course he wasn’t going to sit around explaining his life to you. Why would you ever think otherwise?

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he hastily assured you. “It’s just that Sam and I have to sort this out. But maybe…tonight we could…go out somewhere? And I’ll explain it to you over drinks?” he asked nervously.

“Like a date?” you asked shyly.

“Well, if you wanted it to be,” Dean replied.

You smiled, the first time you had done so since witnessing the attack. “I think I’d like that.”

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can you do one where Garth thinks that reader (dean's girlfriend) is really pretty, so he tries to chat her up and things without knowing that he's flirting with dean's girlfriend. and dean gets jealous and possessive and its really really fluffy. (not smut haha ^-^)

Anonymous

Hi. I’m so sorry that I took forever to write this! I honestly starting writing it last night, but I didn’t get to finish it because some IDIOT in my geography class decided that it was beneath him to do his section of a group assignment so I had to finish it all at the least minute and I didn’t have time to finish this. But I hope you guys like it!

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You circled the block for the third time, and you could sense the frustration radiating in waves out from Dean, your boyfriend. The three of you had come out to this little suburban neighbourhood after Sam had read of a few strange happenings in an online newspaper article. But now that you had driven out here, it seemed as though another death had taken place and as a result, Dean couldn’t find anywhere to park Baby amongst all the police cars and curious neighbours.

“Damn it,” Dean muttered under his breath, hitting the steering wheel with the palm of his right hand.

“Just go park further down,” Sam advised. “Y/N and I can get out here and we’ll wait for you.”

“Yeah, I think we’re gonna have to do that,” Dean answered, a scowl on his face as he slowed down to let you out. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Alright,” you answered, opening up the door of the backseat. Just before you stepped out, you turned back to face Dean. “Hey, it doesn’t matter. Soon enough, this case will be sorted out and we can go back home, where you won’t have to worry about having no parking spaces.”

Dean’s expression softened as he returned your smile. “I know. I guess I’m just kind of pissed that all these people are going to get in the way of our investigation.”

As Dean drove off to park the Impala, you looked around at the people assembled outside the crime scene tape surrounding the house. “Oh, God,” you moaned. “They’ve already called in a real detective. We’re going to have to do some serious damage control.” You nodded your head towards a skinny guy who looked out of place in a suit.

“Hang on a minute,” Sam began. “Is that…Garth?” At the sound of Sam’s voice, the skinny guy turned around, his face breaking in a grin as he saw Sam.

“Sam! Long time no see!” he exclaimed, pulling Sam into a bear hug. Sam awkwardly reached up to pat Garth on the back while you looked on in amusement. Sam did give out hugs, but this guy was much more enthusiast about the whole institution than anyone you’d ever met before.

“Um, Garth, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Garth, an old hunting buddy of ours,” Sam said once Garth had pulled away.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you said politely, offering a hand which Garth eagerly shook.

“I’m just going to go talk to some of the witnesses,” Sam told you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You and Garth wait here for Dean, alright?” You nodded in response, turning back to Garth as Sam disappeared into the crowd.

“You know,” Garth began, “you’re really pretty.”

“Oh, thanks,” you replied, a faint blush gracing your cheeks.

“It must hurt,” he said.

“I-what?” You were baffled at his choice of words.

“I mean when you fell from Heaven. Because you’re an angel. I mean, you’re so pretty that you look like an angel…I’m not doing a very good job of this, am I?” He looked so innocent in that moment that you felt your heart melt a little.

“Garth, it was very sweet. But I’m not interested. Sorry. I’m actually in a relationship with -”

“Me,” Dean’s cold voice cut in. You looked up as a placed a protective arm around you, clearly back from parking Baby. “So no, she definitely isn’t interested.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Garth gushed, almost tripping over himself in an attempt to apologise. “I didn’t mean to offend either of you. I didn’t realise. But I’m really sorry -”

“Garth,” you interrupted. “It’s fine. You didn’t know. But would you mind just excusing the two of us for a minute?” Garth nodded, visibly relieved at being pardoned. You pulled Dean by the arm, waiting until you were out of earshot of Garth before saying, “What the hell was that?”

“He was hitting on you!” Dean burst out in indignation.

“Yeah, I realise that,” you told him. “But it’s not like he’s some sleazy guy in a bar. Garth honestly seems like a really sweet guy.”

“That’s beside the point,” Dean retorted.

“Actually, you know what? I get it now,” you answered, suddenly realising what had gotten under your boyfriend’s skin. “This wasn’t about me, was it? This was about you. You were jealous.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he scoffed.

“I agree,” you replied. “But that doesn’t make my theory any less plausible. I just don’t get why you’re jealous. I mean, you and I? We’re tight. I really think there’s something between us that I’ve never felt with anyone else. So I honestly don’t get why you’re worried.”

Dean took a deep breath. “Y/N…it’s just…I keep thinking you’re going to wake up one morning and think, ‘Why am I even with this guy? Why aren’t I in a relationship without all this baggage and extra crap?’ And I worry that one day, you’ll act on those thoughts.” There was a slight tremor in his voice, and even though he was standing tall, you could detect a slight hunching of his shoulders, as though he was trying to fold in on himself as a form of protection.

You reached up, cupping the palms of your hands around his cheeks. “Hey,” you whispered, holding his face in place so he had to meet your eyes, “I’m not going anywhere. You know why?” He shook his head, a cue for you to continue. “Because I love you. And yeah, maybe some days we have to work harder at our relationship than others. But that’s what love is. You take all the crap, and baggage and stress and you keep going, because it’s worth it. You’re worth it, Dean. And don’t you ever, for one second, think otherwise.”

“I guess I don’t really have any reason to be jealous, then, huh?” he said, laughing nervously. You grinned, going up on tiptoes to place a light kiss on his lips.

“Now you’re getting it.”

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! Sorry for the lack of updates. But last night I had the geography thing, and on Saturday I saw TFIOS. It broke me. But it was incredible, a brilliant adaptation.

Anyway, please don’t repost without giving credit! And requests will HOPEFULLY be open again in a couple of weeks.

Jun 5

Can you write an imagine where you are hunting with the boys and you have to take a plane so you try to calm dean down when he panicks.

Hey! Sorry about the wait. And I get that this isn’t my best, but I just didn’t know how to finish it.

Just a reminder, MY REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED. Hopefully, I’ll have them open again within a couple of weeks. I’m just trying to work through them. But a lot of my assignments are done now, so I have more time.

I hope you like it!

~~~~~

“I still don’t see why we have to do this,” Dean muttered darkly, lugging his duffel bag along as you approached your boarding gate. You and Sam sighed, having had this conversation several times over the past few hours.

“Because,” you began, “there’s a serious case a few states over and the Impala needs servicing.” You raised your voice for the last part, trying to make yourself heard over the sound of the arrival and departure announcements coming through over the speakers. “Besides, the flight’s, like, four hours or something. That’s nothing.”

Dean cut you a look, shifting his bag to his other hand. “A lot can happen in four hours.”

“The odds of dying in a plane crash are 11 million to one or something!” you exclaimed. Dean ignored you and walked off to sit down in the area surrounding the gate, muttering something about ‘crappy luck’ and 'freaking planes.’ You turned to Sam, fixing him with an incredulous expression. “Is he for real?”

“He gets really freaked out on planes,” Sam explained with a shrug of his shoulders. You rolled your eyes.

“Typical,” you muttered. “The guy who could take down an entire army of monsters and demons singlehandedly gets scared by a lump of flying metal. Although it’s not as dumb as being scared of clowns, I suppose,” you added as an afterthought, ignoring Sam’s indignant look as you went to go sit beside Dean.

About an hour later, the three of you had boarded the plane, you and Dean sitting next to one another with Sam on the other side of the aisle, and the flight attendant was running you through the various safety procedures. When she mentioned that take off would be soon, you felt Dean tense beside you, his hand gripping the armrest so tightly that his knuckles had turned white.

“I can’t do this,” he whispered in a strained voice, tugging his seatbelt away from his body, as though trying to give himself room to breathe. Turning towards him, you pulled his arms back down by his sides, rubbing circles across his skin.

“Hey,” you murmured. “Everything’s gonna be alright, Dean. You just need to breathe. Come on, with me now. Alright?” You slowed down your breathing, him joining in so that your breaths were synchronised. Slowly, his breathing became less shallow and fell into a regular rhythm. “Is that better?”

He nodded slightly, his frantic eyes meeting yours. “Y/N-” his voice cut off, a strangled sound escaping his throat.

“Hey,” you soothed. “You don’t need to say anything, Dean. It’s fine, okay? Everything’s going to be alright. If I have to, I will take over the running of this plane to make sure it doesn’t crash. You got that? You’re going to be just fine.”

Dean watched you, his eyes trained on your face so that he wouldn’t see the land becoming smaller outside the windows as you pulled away from the airport. After a while, his hands began to unclench from the armrests and some of the colour returned to his cheeks. “Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks,” he told you. He didn’t say what for, but he didn’t need to. You knew exactly what he meant. You smiled at him.

“Don’t mention it.”

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Can you do a imagine were the reader tells Dean her true feelings for him as he is dying in her arms but then Cars saves him and it gets all fluffy. c: Love Your Work Btw!!!! Cx

Anonymous

Hi. Thank you! I’m sorry this took so long. The past few weeks have been quite busy. But I hope you like it!

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It was only supposed to be a routine hunt. Drive out to the nest, gank the vampires, return to the bunker. It was simple, standard. You, Sam and Dean had gone through this routine hundreds of times before, and this time was no different. Until it was.

It all happened so fast. One moment, the three of you were fighting, turning around and slashing at the vamps with blades. They had growled, their hisses filling the air. Sweat had been trickling down your back, but you had kept fighting, and you could see that Sam and Dean had been doing the same.

You had killed the last vampire, and turned around to grin at Sam and Dean, high off your success. And that’s when it happened. A final vampire, previously unseen, had leapt out, tearing a large chunk out of Dean’s neck. He fell, almost in slow motion. You blinked, but it didn’t go away. He was still falling, falling. Falling.

Sam beheaded the final vampire, but it was too late. The damage was done. And now Sam was crouched over Dean, holding a wad of fabric torn from his shirt against Dean’s wound. He looked to you for help, but you couldn’t focus on his words. Couldn’t focus on anything, not while your mind was trying to leap over this obstacle. This couldn’t be happening. Not to Dean.

You raced over to him, pulling his limp body into your arms and taking over Sam’s job of trying to staunch the bleeding. “Dean? Dean!” You shook him lightly, afraid of injuring him even further. He didn’t respond, and your heart rate sped up, fearing the worst. He couldn’t be gone, not when you hadn’t told him how you felt. But after a moment, his eyes fluttered open.

“Y/N?” His voice was weak, and you could hear a faint gargling noise as the words came out. As much as you hated to admit it, you knew he didn’t have much time left.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you whispered. “And Sammy’s here too.” Sam shifted so that he was in Dean’s line of sight and rested one hand on Dean’s arm, and the other on yours.

“Hey, we’re going to get you sorted out, okay? Everything’s going to be okay.” You could hear the crack in Sam’s voice, could see the pain etched into the lines on his face, the hopelessness weighing on his shoulders. He stood up and moved away. At first you thought he was trying to compose himself, but then you heard him muttering under his breath and realised he was praying to Cas. You looked down at Dean.

“You’ve just got to hang on, okay? Because Sam needs you and-and so do I. Dean…I love you,” you choked out. You gazed into his green eyes, the ones you loved so much. They were cloudy, unfocused, but clung to yours with every ounce of strength they had. You could see Dean fighting to respond, but he just couldn’t. He was too far gone. “Hey, it’s okay,” you comforted. But your voice broke as you said it, and as much as you had been trying to appear strong for him, you just couldn’t do it anymore. “Please don’t go,” you wailed. Tears raced down your cheeks, spattering Dean’s bloody shirt. You broke down right there, with him dying in your arms. Yet the whole time, Dean’s eyes stayed with yours, and you could see it was killing him to see you like this.

His eyes started to flutter shut and you screamed his name, urging him to stay awake for you, just for a little longer. You didn’t know why. If Cas hadn’t answered Sam by now, he wasn’t going to. But somehow, you just couldn’t let Dean go just yet.

Suddenly, you became aware of the beating sound of wings. At first, you couldn’t place the sound, but then a figure stepped into your peripheral vision. A figure wearing a tan trenchcoat over the top of a suit. Castiel stepped forward, placing his hand to Dean’s neck and healing him. You watched on in amazement as the wound began to close up and Dean’s shallow breathing got a little deeper.

You looked up at Cas. “Thank you,” you murmured. In all the time you’d known him, you’d never loved the angel as much as you did in that moment. Feeling Dean stir in your arms, you quickly shifted your gaze back to him. “Dean?”

“Y/N,” he murmured, gazing up at you with eyes that were no longer cloudy.

“Let’s give them a moment,” you heard Sam say to Castiel. You felt bad for a moment. Sam was Dean’s brother - he should be the one kneeling beside Dean. At the same time though, you felt grateful. Sam knew what had just passed between the two of you, and was giving you a moment between yourselves.

“You had me worried for a minute there, Winchester,” you joked, your laugh coming out shaky. He ignored your attempt at lightening the mood, instead fixing you with an intense stare.

“Did you mean it?” he asked. “What you said? Or were you just saying it because I was dying?” You looked at him, at the nervous twitch in his jaw, at the vulnerability in his eyes.

“I meant every word,” you replied. A grin spread across Dean’s face, causing him to wince slightly with the pain from his still-healing wound.

“Good thing,” he said. “Because I’m in love with you, too.”

~~~~~

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May 8

could you write about the reader being in the shower or just getting done & be walking around the bunker in a towel and the boys walk in on you whilst running lotion on ? or you know something of that sort. :)

Anonymous

Hi. Sorry for the wait! This definitely wasn’t one of my best works, but I think my description and imagery are getting a little better, at least.

I hope you like it!

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You stood beneath the shower head, the water running in rivulets down your skin. The steam was filling up the bathroom, rising up from your body. You hummed to yourself as you massaged the shampoo into your scalp, before rinsing your hair out and moving on to the conditioner.

When it had all been washed from your hair, you stuck out your hand to turn off the tap. The steady stream of water stopped and you stepped out of the shower, shivering at the sudden change in temperature. You grabbed the towel off the rack, rubbing it over yourself to dry off. When most of the droplets had disappeared from your skin, you wrapped it around you, tucking in the end so that it wouldn’t come undone.

“Damn,” you muttered, rummaging through the cabinets. You couldn’t find your lotion anywhere and you realised too late that you had run out just yesterday, and the new bottle you had bought was still sitting on the kitchen table with the rest of the shopping that was yet to be put away.

Switching off the light, you padded out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen. Sam and Dean were out, so you weren’t worried about anyone seeing you. By the time you had retrieved your lotion, you couldn’t be bothered to head back to the bathroom, so you plonked yourself down on one of the chairs and decided to do it there.

You were just rubbing some of the cream onto your leg when you heard a door slam, followed by voices and footsteps coming down the stairs. You froze, but before you had a chance to go anywhere, the boys entered the room.

“Hey-” Sam began, stopping abruptly when he saw what you were doing. Beside him, Dean had also come to a halt, and both boys were shifting their gazes around the room, looking at anything but you. Sam cleared his throat. “Well, uh, we’re back.”

“That’s for that, Captain Obvious,” you answered, trying to hide your embarrassment as you straightened the towel around you to make sure it covered everything.

“So…why are you…you know,” Dean stuttered, clearly at a loss for words.

“Putting on lotion in the kitchen?” you asked. When he nodded, you continued. “I just had a shower and I’d left it in here. I figured that since you guys weren’t home…”

“Right. Sorry about barging in,” Sam apologised hastily. His cheeks were still a bit pink, and he was clearly mortified. Not that he was the only one, of course.

“You know what?” You stood up, grabbing the bottle of lotion, the bane of your existence at the present moment. “I’m just gonna to go finish this in my bedroom. Maybe put some clothes on while I’m at it,” you added as an afterthought. You pushed past them, scurrying towards your room. As you went, you could feel their eyes on you, but they quickly shifted their eyes away when you glanced back at them.

When you finally shut your bedroom door, you leaned against the back of it and let out a sigh. When they had gotten over their embarrassment, they were never going to let you live this down.

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! Sorry for the lack of posts these past few days. I’ve been really busy with schoolwork.

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May 4

ahh can you do an imagine where reader gets possessed by a demon and dean has to torture the demon/reader but he can't do it bc he loves the reader a lot so just exercises her and its really fluffy at the end thanks. I love your writing btw.

Hey. Thank you! I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope you like it.

~~~~~

You felt your body saunter into the room, your hands covering Dean’s eyes from behind. “Guess who,” you heard your voice croon.

“I know it’s you, Y/N,” Dean smiled, leaning into you. You moved in closer so that your lips brushed against his ear.

“Guess again.” Dean tensed, the smile dropping from his face. He spun around, pinning you against the wall with his arm against your throat.

“You’re a demon,” he spat. His arm tightened against your throat, cutting into your air supply. Despite the anger in Dean’s expression, you could still see the hurt in his eyes. It tugged at your heart, making you that much more desperate to regain control of your body, to show the demon who was boss.

You had never been possessed before. Your tattoo had ensured that. But tonight, you had gone for a walk when you had been tackled to the ground, a knife slashing across your tattoo, making the lines incomplete. The black smoke had poured into your mouth, the body of the demon’s previous meat suit falling to the ground. You had come to this town to hunt the demons but instead, they’d hunted you.

“My, my, you’re not just a pretty face,” the demon inside you murmured. “I must say, when we first found out you were looking into us, everyone just laughed. But not me, though. I knew you’d crack onto us eventually.”

“I’m so glad to have lived up to your expectations,” Dean answered sarcastically. “What have you done with Y/N?”

“I wouldn’t worry, Dean. She’s still in here,” the demon replied flippantly. “I can hear her. She misses you.” A pained look flashed across Dean’s face, quickly covered up again by a stormy anger. He grabbed your arms and propelled you across the room, pushing your body down onto the motel bed.

“Dean, I’m flattered!” the demon said in a sultry tone. “But don’t forget that we aren’t alone. How do you think Y/N feels?” You were fuming, and the demon knew it. You could feel her satisfaction, could sense that she was gloating at your anger. But there was nothing you could do. Right now, she was the captain of this ship.

“I think she feels pretty pleased right now.” At the demon’s confusion, Dean smirked. “I drew a Devil’s Trap under the bed while she was gone. I like to take precautions.” You felt the demon’s amusement fade, a murderous rage filling her.

“You asshole,” she hissed, the sound of it inhuman.

“Yes, well, you’re not exactly a ray of sunshine yourself,” he pointed out. “Now, let’s get back to the important business, shall we? I want to know where your little group has set up base. You’re going to tell me every single detail of your plan.”

“Am I?” Dean simply stared back stonily, refusing to dignify the demon’s remark with a response. “Well, if you want me to tell you anything, you’ll have to make me.” Your body had raised for the last part of that sentence, the demon getting right in Dean’s face before whispering those words in a darkly flirtatious tone.

Dean’s eyes seem to dim slightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He reached for his knife, holding it against your arm. But you could tell that he couldn’t do it, and the demon knew it too. “Something wrong, Dean?” she asked innocently. He gritted his teeth, clutching the knife tighter. You fought hard, gathering all your strength to break free from the demon’s control, even if just for a second. You had to tell Dean to go through with this. The information was vital, and you couldn’t get it yourself because the demon was shielding those thoughts from you, surrounding them with an impenetrable barrier.

“Dean,” you whispered. You felt your eyes return to normal, the blackness temporarily fleeing from them. “You have to do it. We need to stop them.” His face softened, a tormented look in his eyes.

“Y/N…I can’t…” You lost control, his brokenness shattering your heart and draining the fight from you. But he had received the message - now it was a matter of whether or not he would listen to it.

“Oh, Dean,” the demon taunted as your eyes flicked back to black. His face fell as he realised you had lost the battle for control, that you were tucked back inside. You were a puppet, and the demon was pulling the strings. “Haven’t you heard? Love is a weakness.” Dean’s face hardened at these words, determination taking over his features.

“No, it isn’t. It’s a strength.” He dropped the knife, and you felt elation swell inside the demon. She thought she had cracked Dean. But then he opened his mouth again. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio,” he chanted. Inside you, the demon grew furious and your body started jerking. “Infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, et secta diabolica, ergo draco maledicte et sectio.” As he continued, you felt the demon’s control start to slip and your own strength increased. You began to fight through the pain, fighting to help Dean expel the demon. “Ergo draco maledicte et legio secta diabolica. Ut Ecclésiam tuam secúra tibi fácias servire libertáte, te rogámus, audi nos!” Your head shot back, the black smoke pouring from your mouth and back to where it belonged. Your body flopped back down on the bed and you coughed, your body shaky from the ordeal.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Dean asked, rushing to kneel beside you.

“You…you were supposed to get the info,” you told him softly, your voice lacking conviction due to the weakness in your body.

“I couldn’t do it,” he choked out, brushing your hair across your forehead.

“Why?” you asked. Dean didn’t answer, instead looking around the room to avoid your eyes. “Was she right? About why you stopped? Do you love me?” Your voice was quiet, timid. The two of you had been a couple for a few months now, but never had either of you professed such strong feelings for one another. And as much as you wanted to know his answer, you knew it had the power to either make or break your relationship.

Dean’s gaze finally shifted from the bedside table to you, his green eyes holding yours. “Y/N, after all we’ve been through, how could you ever think otherwise?” A soft smile spread across your features and you leaned up to press your lips against Dean. Your mouth moved against his, and you smiled into the kiss.

“I love you, too,” you murmured against his lips.

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May 3

Hi :) could you do me an imagine where the reader finds out she pregnant with Dean's baby and she's scared that he doesn't want it but he does and it's really fluffy. I hope it isn't to much and I love your account xx

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Hi. Thank you! I’m sorry that the ending is a bit rushed, but I’m exhausted and I wanted to get this posted before going to bed.

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You sat down heavily on the lid of the toilet, your head between your legs as you tried to calm down your breathing. A stick was clenched in your hand, burning into you as the full implications of it dawned on you. Because on that stick were two little lines.

You were pregnant.

For many woman, this was the kind of thing that induced squealing, that promoted shopping lists to be made and shopping trolleys to be filled with nappies and toys and onesies. But for you, it meant stress and nerves and danger. How were you supposed to raise a child as a hunter? How were you supposed to cover the expenses that came with having a whole new person to take care of? And most importantly…how would Dean react? You had never talked about having kids. It just seemed a given that you wouldn’t, considering the lives that you led. You had seen him with kids; you knew he would make an incredible father. But you also knew that he thought the hunting life was no place to raise a child.

You never thought you’d be in this position. The two of you had always made sure to use protection. So when you’d woken up feeling sick a few weeks ago, you hadn’t thought much of it. You ate a lot of take out, and you just assumed that some of it had been off. But then the vomiting had continued for the next few mornings, and you wondered if you might’ve caught a bug. But it was when you realised you were late that you had started to think that what was wrong with you might not be something that a couple of days of bed rest could fix.

And so you’d offered to run to the shops for a supply run a couple of days ago, slipping a pregnancy test into your shopping basket. But when you got home, you didn’t have the guts to use it. The same thing had happened all yesterday. Today, however, you knew that you couldn’t put it off any longer. If the test said negative, you could stop stressing and pretend that none of this ever happened. But the test had said positive, and now you had a whole lot more to think about.

“Y/N?” Dean called, rapping his knuckles against the outside of the door. “You’ve been in there a while. Is everything alright?”

“I…no,” you whispered, a single tear escaping from the corner of your eye and slipping down your cheek, forming a dark patch on the collar of your jumper.

“Do you think you could let me in?” Dean asked, his voice laced with concern. Silently, you reached out to unlock the door, allowing him to step around the doorframe. When he saw the position you were in, he immediately knelt down in front of you, pulling you into his embrace. “Hey, shh, it’s okay. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Don’t be mad,” you pleaded. He frowned back at you in confusion, his eyes searching your face for an explanation. But instead of providing one, you slipped the pregnancy test into his hand, hoping that he would work out the rest for himself.

“Is this… Are you pregnant?” he questioned. You nodded, not daring to look at him for fear of his reaction. You felt his finger hook under your chin and he tipped your head up so that you were face to face. “This is incredible,” he murmured, his face breaking out into the biggest grin you’d ever seen on him. “Just wait until I tell Sammy. I’m gonna be a dad!”

You laughed shakily, confused by his response. “So you aren’t angry?”

“Why would I be angry?” he asked in bewilderment.

“Because I know that we’ve never talked about it and we’re hunters and this is so not the kind of life you should raise a child in and I know how you feel about all that and -”

“Hey,” he said, cutting off your rambling. “That doesn’t matter. None of that matters. We’re going to make this work, okay?” he promised. “Because I love you, and I love our baby. And you, me and Sammy are going to find a way.”

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I had a few requests for a Part 2 to an imagine I wrote yesterday, so I wrote one, trying to fit in all the things you guys suggested for it. I’m really glad you guys liked the first one so much!

LINK TO PART ONE: http://imagines-supernatural.tumblr.com/post/84220821934/can-you-do-imagine-the-reader-finding-out-deans-been

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“Thanks,” you muttered, slamming the door of the pick up truck shut. The driver was the fifth person to give you a lift back to the bunker, each person only able to take you a short distance before their lives carried them in another direction. But now you were almost home, and as you hitched your duffel bag up onto your shoulder, you began the long walk which would take you to the door of the bunker.

As you trudged along, the occasional autumn leaf crunching underfoot, you thought about Dean. You knew that he was the kind of guy to have a lot of one night stands, but you thought that all that had been before you. You thought that what you had was different, and he had led you to believe that he felt the same way. But maybe you had just misread the signs, searching so hard for something that you willed it into existence.

You let yourself into the bunker, your feet thumping down the stairs. “Hey,” Sam called out, coming into view. “Where’s Dean?” The colour drained from your face and you shook your head slowly, locking your eyes onto Sam as if he was the only thing holding you above water. He noticed your mood, the way you held yourself, and his expression turned fiercely protective. “What did he do?”

“I didn’t quite catch her name,” you answered bitterly, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“That asshole!” he exclaimed. He strode towards you, holding you up as you collapsed into him. Your body shook and he didn’t comment on your tears, although it was impossible for him not to notice. He simply held you tighter, slowly rocking you back and forth. “Did you want to talk about it?” Your head was tucked up against his chest, and his words were muffled. Shaking your head, you burrowed deeper into the flannel of his shirt.

The two of you stood there like that for several minutes, Sam anchoring you and providing a solid foundation to hold you up. But the peace you had found was interrupted by a loud bang as the door was flung open. You spun around, bracing yourself for an attack, but slumped again as you realised what had caused the ruckus. Dean.

“What are you doing here?” you whispered, your voice almost drowned out by the sounds of his feet clattering down the steps. He began to make his way towards you but you shrank back, tucking yourself into the arm Sam wrapped around you. Dean stopped, his expression pained at the obvious mistrust you had in him.

“Please. Just hear me out,” he begged as Sam’s gripped tightened on you. He started to tell Dean to get out, but you cut him off.

“Do you think you could give us a minute?” you asked quietly. At his look of protest, you held your ground, giving him a look that conveyed your determination to speak with Dean. You had to tell him it was over, that there was no going back from this. And you knew that this particular conversation was one Sam couldn’t be present for. As he walked off, you turned back to Dean. “How did you get here so fast?”

“I left almost as soon as you stormed out.” You frowned up at him in confusion, unsure as to why he’d do such a thing.

“Why? You seemed pretty busy to me,” you said bitterly, a dark look crossing your face at the memory.

“Y/N, I was never gonna let you go without putting up a fight,” he said earnestly, his eyes pleading with you to understand him, to forgive him.

“You didn’t let me go. You pushed me away,” you told him, shutting your eyes for a moment to will back the tears that were building up.

“I know,” he agreed. “I made a mistake. And I’m so, so sorry. I’ll never forgive myself.” You lifted your eyelids, fixing him with a cutting look.

“A mistake happens once. By the sound of things, this has happened a few times.”

“Look, I’m sorry! Just give me another chance and I swear I’ll never do anything like it again,” he promised. You gazed at him dubiously, the hurt pulling at your heart, sharper and more painful then the fangs of any werewolf could ever be. He saw your doubt, and he gave it another shot, seeming to sense exactly what you needed to hear from him in order to be sure of where his loyalties lay. “Do you remember that day in the diner?” he asked, taking a step closer to you. “It was a Wednesday, just after the lunch rush was over. Sammy and I came in and you were working. And when you came over, you wrote down our order in a pink pen. I thought it was a bit weird, and you explained that you were always putting your pens down places and forgetting where they were.” He paused for a minute, searching your face for a reaction, some sign that his words were working. “I told you that of all the angels I’d met, I’d never seen one as heavenly as you. I bet you didn’t realise just how serious I was being.” You smiled in spite of yourself, thinking of the layer of truth in the words he’d first said to you so long ago.

Dean saw the crack in your hard demeanour and reached forward, carefully grasping your hands in his. When you didn’t push him away, he continued on, growing encouraged by your weakening resistance. “And we arranged to meet up that night, but I was so nervous, I almost missed it trying to pick out the right flowers for you. I don’t normally do that kind of thing, but I felt that you were something different, something special.” You glanced up in surprise, your jaw hanging slightly agape. In all the stress and fear of that night, with all the patching up and explanations that had gone on, you’d never realised that he’d bought you flowers. They must have stayed in the backseat of the Impala, left to wilt.

“You bought me flowers?” you asked in a hushed voice. He nodded.

“Yeah, I did. But I never got to give them to you,” he responded. “I was lucky enough to find you alive.” His voice cracked, and he glanced down to compose himself before continuing. “When I saw you on the ground with that monster hovering over you, I knew that I had to protect you, that I wanted to protect for years to come. And I know…I know I haven’t done such a good job of it lately, that I was the one you needed to be protected from, but I would do anything for a second chance with you. Because I love you, and I don’t think I’m ever going to want to protect anyone else as much as I want to protect you.”

You blinked back more tears. But this time, they came from a different place, one of happiness rather than sorrow. “You’d do anything?”

“Anything,” he confirmed. You thought for a moment, wanting so badly to have Dean back, but not knowing if you should grant him forgiveness.

“Alright. I…okay,” you conceded after much consideration. “We aren’t going to be back where we were. In fact, we aren’t even going to be dating straight away,” you told him. “But I want you back so badly, so if you can prove to me that I can trust you, I’ll do it. I’ll trust you again.”

“Thank you,” he murmured, his eyes filling with life at what you had just offered him. And even though this was only the start of his attempt to redeem himself, you could see his resolve, and you knew that this time, he wasn’t going to let you slip away again.

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Can you do "Imagine the reader finding out Dean's been cheating on her"?

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Hi. I sure can! I hope you like it.

And I just wanted to say that reading over my more recent fics, I think I’ve noticed improvement from when I first started writing these. So I’m really proud of myself at the moment.

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You ambled along the footpath towards the motel, gazing around at the night around you. The street lamps had just come on, casting a glow across the pavement. As cars sped along the highway, not far away from where you stood, you could see the flash of headlights and hear the sound of their engines.

This was a rare night off for you, a break from the constant researching and fighting that life as a hunter involved. You intended to make the most of it, not rushing anywhere, but just taking the time to relax, to take things in.

As the motel came into view, you smiled to yourself, knowing that Dean was waiting for you inside. The two of you had been dating for around five months. It had all started when you’d been working your shift at the local diner and two men had come in, who you later found out were Sam and Dean Winchester. Dean had flirted with you, causing a flush to creep along your cheekbones. He’d asked to meet you after your shift and you had agreed. After all, it had been a while since someone had shown in interest in you and he seemed like quite a nice guy.

But then he’d been running late, and you were attacked by a werewolf. It’s claws had ripped into you, it’s fangs heading straight towards your chest, saliva dripping off the sharp points. If Dean had shown up a minute later, you would’ve been dead. So you had started hunting with them, never wanting to feel the powerlessness of that night ever again.

You fitted your room key into the lock, twisting the doorknob. “Dean?” you called out, opening up the door. Before you lay a man and a woman in the bed together, passionately making out. You apologised profusely, thinking at first that you had entered the wrong room. “Wait a minute. Dean?” Your expression turned to one of horror as you realised that the man in the bed was your boyfriend, the man you loved. Who apparently didn’t care much for you in return.

“Y/N?” Dean asked, sitting up and pulling the quilt over himself and the woman. “I thought you said you would be out for a couple more hours?”

“I’m sorry, does that suddenly make it okay to sleep with someone else?” you choked out, fighting to push back the tears.

“Who’s this?” the woman asked, holding the quilt up to cover her bare chest.

“His girlfriend,” you answered bitterly, your gaze locked on Dean. An aching had spread through your chest, the betrayal a stab to your heart.

“You never told me you had a girlfriend,” she said, turning to Dean. You rolled your eyes. As if they’d had much of a chance to talk in the hour or two they’d known each other. “Is this why you cancelled on me the other night?” she continued. Your eyes widened, hysteria rising up inside you.

“What? This has happened before?” All the barriers you’d built against the tears were torn down, your emotions a hurricane whirling around inside you. The tears sprang from your eyes, streaking down your cheeks.

“Y/N, I never meant to hurt you,” Dean told you.

“Well, gr-great job on that,” you sobbed, wrapping your arms around your stomach. “H-how could y-you do this to me?”

“I still love you, Y/N. You have to believe me,” he pleaded. Slowly, you shook your head at him, watching as he fell silent.

“I trusted you,” you whispered.

“You still can. I’ll make it up to you. I promise!”

“No, Dean, you won’t,” you stated hollowly. “It’s over.” His face blanched, his features losing the hope and fight they’d contained a minute ago.

“You’re leaving me?” he whispered. “But…will I ever see you again?”

“Yes,” you answered. For a moment, a spark of hope filled his eyes again, before dying out as you continued. “Sam’s a very close friend of mine. I’ll stick around to hunt with him. But if you ever talk to me again outside of business, I’ll leave forever,” you warned. Your body shook and you bit down on your lip, working hard to maintain your composure. “Because what you’ve done, Dean…there’s no making up for it.”

You picked your bag up from the ground, stuffing a few loose items inside. Dean called out for you, begging you to hear him out. But you stormed out of the room, off to hitch a ride back to the bunker. The more steps you took, the further away Dean got, and his voice soon died away. And as soon as you couldn’t hear him, you knew that it meant he wouldn’t be able to hear your anguished sobs.

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