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Can I have a Dean imagine!! We’re he is always mean to the reader and she gets mad and they start fighting Like really fighting hunter style but he hurts her and makes her cry and it's the first time He's seen her cry since the were small. An the reader should be a strong female tomboy who really loves Dean !!

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Ever since you were a kid, you had been with the Winchester boys. You remember being barely walking when your dad first dropped you off at Bobby’s house with Sam and Dean while he went off to hunt monsters with John Winchester. You would play soccer with them, and learn to shoot with them. You went to school with them and picked fights with them. You shared so many things with them, and as time went on, the loss of both your families was another thing added to the list of things you shared.

Sam and Dean had always taken care of you, standing up against bullies and kicking the butts of any guys who dared to break your heart. You were so close to the both of them, even if you and Dean spent half your time fighting. And although you’d never admit it, fighting with Dean was something you couldn’t live without. You loved him.

You strode out of your bedroom in the bunker, tying your hair back in a ponytail. This was one of the rare times when the three of you weren’t on a case, so you were able to relax in an old pair of track pants and a tank top. You couldn’t be happier that you didn’t have to wear any fake FBI outfits for a while. You despised getting all dressed up like that. You would much rather lounge about in oversized T-shirts and baggy pants.

“What’s up, Y/N,” Dean asked, sending a smirk in your direction as you walked into the library.

“Bite me, Winchester,” you replied.

“Ooh, someone’s grumpy!” he teased. He walked over to where you had sat down and tugged on your hair.

“Are you five or something?” you exclaimed, swatting his hands away. “Leave me alone!”

“Make me.” He grabbed hold of your hands, twisting them around. You stumbled out of your chair, trying to free yourself from his grasp. But his hands were clenched tightly around your wrists and you couldn’t get away.

“Get off me!” you demanded.

“You’re a hunter,” he responded. “Do it yourself.” You twisted your body around sharply, causing him to loosen his grip on you. You tackled him to the ground, pinning his arms with your knees and using your weight to hold him down.

“Gotcha,” you smirked.

“I don’t think so,” he answered back, flipping around so that he was the one holding you down. But as he pushed you down onto the floor, he shoved too hard, slamming your head against the floor. You cried out in pain, and Dean’s triumphant expression immediately changed to one of concern. “Shit! I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” You shook you head at him, tears springing to your eyes and leaking out of the corners.

“It really hurts,” you whimpered.

“I can tell,” he murmured. “I haven’t seen you cry since…God, it must’ve been when we were seven and you scraped your knee when you tried climbing that tree in the park.”

“It’s not like I make a habit of it,” you sniffled.

“I know. Come on,” Dean said, slowly pulling you up into a sitting position. “Let’s check out that head of yours.” He walked you over to a chair, gently setting you down and moving behind you to check the back of your head. “There’s a small bump there,” he told you. He pressed against it lightly. “Does this hurt?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed. Dean came around to crouch down in front of you.

“Is your vision blurry?” he asked seriously.

“No, Dean. It’s fine. I’m pretty sure I don’t have a concussion,” you stated. Dean didn’t move, remaining where he was and eyeing you carefully. “What?”

“Nothing,” he answered. “We’re just going to have to keep an eye on you. Make sure things don’t get worse.” He stayed crouched in front of you, reaching out to grab hold of your hands. He held onto them tightly, squeezing them comfortingly.

You leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Thank you, Dean.”

“Anything for you.”

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I really loved the imagine you made and here I am again! You you do an imagine were the reader loves Sam but he hates her and hates that she even hunts with them. SAMs always mad and angry at her and she ignores it because it's been like that forever so she just stays with Cas and Dean and is always sad so she finds comfort with Cas you can go from there

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“I’m going to go pick up some dinner,” Sam announced, standing up from the table where he’d been researching on his laptop for the past three hours. “Anyone wanna come with me?”

“I will,” you began, only to be cut off by a sharp glare from Sam. “I, um, actually I should probably stay here. I’ve got stuff to do,” you added on hastily, your eyes glued to the floor.

“I’ll go with you,” Dean told Sam, standing up and grabbing his jacket off the back of a chair. He followed Sam out the door, pausing only briefly to offer you a sympathetic look. Then he was gone, leaving you alone with Cas.

As awful as it seemed, you were used to being treated like this by Sam. Ever since you had started hunting with the Winchesters and Cas, Sam had made no secret of the fact that he hated you. If it was up to him, you probably wouldn’t be hunting with them at all. But Dean and Cas liked you, so you had stayed. However, that didn’t stop Sam from being horrible to you. He only shared case details with you on a need to know basis, said nasty things to you when you stuffed up on a hunt and did everything he could to avoid being alone with you. The worst part was that you couldn’t even find it in you to hate him back. You loved him.

Fortunately, Dean and Cas were always around to pick up the pieces when Sam was in one of his moods. The two of them seemed to have an unofficial roster going, taking turns to stay with you so that Sam wasn’t too horrible to you. You were grateful for all the support they provided. You just wished it wasn’t necessary.

“Y/N?” Cas asked, drawing you out of your thoughts. “Are you alright?” He came over to sit beside where you had slumped down on the motel bed, surrounded by rumpled sheets.

“Not really,” you admitted. A heavy sigh escaped you and you leaned back against the headboard. The bed shifted beside you and you turned to see that Cas had changed positions, swinging his feet up onto the bed so that he could face you.

“Did you want to talk about it?” he questioned in his gravelly voice.

“No. Yes. I don’t know,” you sighed. “It’s just…I love him, Cas. And that makes it ten times more awful.”

“Is it not possible to simply stop loving him?”

You gave him a sad smile. “I wish things could be as simple as you make them sound, Cas. But it doesn’t work that way. Love is weird. You can’t help who you fall for.” You looked down at your clasped hands, the fingers clenched together so tightly that the knuckles were white. “The thing is though, Sam is actually pretty great. Just…not to me. And I don’t want to love anyone else. I just wish he was nicer to me.”

Cas shuffled over to you, draping his arm protectively across your shoulders and pulling your body against his. It was a bit awkward at first, but just having him there with you helped. You tucked your head into his chest, burying your face in the folds of his trenchcoat.

“Y/N,” Cas began, “I have watched humans since the birth of your race. I won’t pretend to be an expert on human affairs, but I have learned a few things from my observations.” With your ear against his shirt, his voice came out muffled so you had to strain to hear everything he said. “And there is something I have learned that I feel I should share with you. No matter how you act towards others, you cannot help how they feel about you. That is ultimately their decision. However, you can choose to be around people who care about you and make you happy. I believe that that is what you should do.”

You pulled your head back, craning your neck to look up at Castiel’s caring expression, sending him a soft smile. “Didn’t you realise, Cas? I’ve already done that. I’ve got you and Dean.”

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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

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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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