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Mar 4

Hi could I have an imagine where reader and there boyfriend Sam are watching one of readers shows (teen wolf) and she talks about how cute the wolves are. And he gets jealous and fluff at the end :) love your writing

Anonymous

Thank you so much for saying that! I’m so sorry that it’s taken me so long to write this, but I’ve been pretty busy. Also, I had to ask one of my friends what Teen Wolf is about because I’ve never actually watched it. But even so, Dylan O'Brien! Need I say more?

Anyway, I hope this was worth the wait!

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“Hey, Y/N,” Sam said as he walked into your room in the bunker.

“Shh! My show is on!”

“What show is that?” Sam asked as he came and sat next to you.

“Teen Wolf,” you replied distractedly, your attention drawn to the screen.

“What’s it -” Sam began.

You waved him off. “I’ll explain in the ad break.”

A minute later, you turned to Sam. “Alright, the ads are on. What do you want to know?”

“Well, what’s the show about?”

“Okay, so there’s this guy called Scott and he gets bitten and becomes a werewolf. And then he gets good at sport, gets a girlfriend, all that sort of thing. But then he gets pulled into the dangerous side of being a werewolf. You know, shifting, people getting hurt. The sort of stuff we deal with,” you explained. “Oh! It’s back on!”

You sighed happily as Stiles appeared on the screen.

“What was that for?” Sam asked.

“I love Stiles. I mean, Dylan O'Brien is just so hot!” you exclaimed.

“Oh,” Sam responded, focussing his attention back on the screen.

When the next ad break came on, you turned so that you were facing Sam.

“Alright, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked.

“I mean you haven’t spoken since the last ads. And whilst I appreciate the fact that you’ve been letting me listen to the show, this isn’t like you, Sam,” you explained. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just… Don’t worry about it. It’s stupid.”

“No, Sam. If something’s upsetting you, then it’s definitely not stupid,” you assured him.

“It’s just…it’s what you said about that Stiles guy,” Sam muttered.

You burst out laughing. “Is that what this is about?”

Sam looked down, a dark red painted onto his cheeks.

“Oh,” you said, your laughter cutting off. “You’re serious.”

Sam still hadn’t looked back up.

“Sammy,” you began. “Sam. Look at me.”

He raised his head.

“Are you jealous?” you asked softly.

Sam didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.

“Sammy…” you murmured. “You do know that Stiles is fictional, right? He’s just a character on a TV show! A great character, sure, but a character just the same. And even if he was real, I’d still prefer you. I love you, Sam.”

A sheepish smile spread across Sam’s face.

“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied. “But you’re my idiot,” you added, tucking yourself into his side as Teen Wolf came back on.

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Hi ! Could I get an imagine where the reader is Garth's friend and they work together. One day, they met Dean and Sam, and Dean fall in love with the reader and he finally tell her and kiss her ? Reaaaally fluffy please !!!! Thaaaaaaaanks !!!

Anonymous

Hi! I’m so, so sorry that it took so long for me to answer this request. It’s just when I first received it, I hadn’t gotten up to the Garth episodes and over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been having some pretty intense Supernatural marathon sessions and I’m FINALLY caught up to Australian TV! I’m still 2 episodes behind America though (so no spoilers!) but it means I’ll have more writing time!

Anyway, I hope it was worth the wait!

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“Hey, Garth!” you called as you walked into the motel room.

“Hey, Y/N,” he replied.

“So did you find out anything about the vampire we’re hunting?” you asked as you locked the door behind you.

“I did.”

“Well?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It turns out we’re not dealing with one vampire,” Garth replied.

“So what? Two? Three?”

“More like a whole nest,” Garth answered reluctantly.

“What? Garth, we can’t take on an entire nest by ourselves!” you exclaimed.

“I know. That’s why I called in some other hunters to help us out.”

“Garth…”

“Look, Y/N, I know you aren’t particularly fond of working with other hunters but trust me. The guys I called are Sam and Dean Winchester. They’re great. I’m sure you’ll love them. And Dean loves pie, just like you!” Garth explained.

You sighed. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance of you telling them not to bother?”

“Nope!” Garth said. “Besides, they’re already on their way. They should be here within the hour.”

“Garth! A little warning next time!”

“Sorry,” he shrugged. “But I can’t help it if they were in the area.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Whatever. I’m gonna go have a shower before they get here.”

You stood under the hot water, letting it soak your sore muscles. You really loved hunting at times but the aches you got after working a job…let’s just say that you could definitely go without them.

You knew that you’d probably been in the shower for too long but you had nothing else to do, considering you and Garth couldn’t work on the case until the other hunters arrived. Besides, it was little luxuries like this that you lived for.

When you finally stepped out of the bathroom and got dressed, you could faintly make out voices coming from the main area of the motel room. With your hair still damp, you left the bathroom to see what was going on.

In front of you stood Garth with two other men.

“Y/N, I’d like you to meet the Winchesters,” Garth announced.

“Hey, I’m Sam,” said the first brother, who towered over you.

“I’m Dean.” You turned your gaze to the second brother. This one also stood above you, but didn’t dwarf you as much as Sam. And Dean was hot. There was no other way of putting it. And those eyes…

“I thought you guys weren’t going to be here for another half hour,” you said, snapping yourself out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, well, we got lucky with traffic and stuff like that,” Dean responded.

“It probably helps that you never follow the speed limit,” Sam interjected.

“Hey,” Dean protested. “It’s not my fault the Impala’s built the way she is. I just want Baby to be used to the best of her abilities.”

This piqued your interest. “You have an Impala? What year?”

“1967.”

“Awesome,” you grinned. “But maybe we should discuss the case?”

“Right,” Dean said. “The case. We were just talking and Sammy and I think that we should head out as soon as possible, while it’s still daylight.”

“Shouldn’t you guys prepare a bit?”

“Actually, Garth sent us all the info you had while we were driving here. Besides, this isn’t the first vampire nest we’ve taken down,” Sam explained.

“Oh. Ok then. I guess I’ll sort my stuff out then,” you answer, going over to your bed to pack your gear.

Garth followed you. “So. What do you think? I told you they were cool.”

“Shh! Garth! They can probably hear you!” you hissed.

“Don’t worry. The Winchesters and I are tight. They don’t mind,” Garth assured you.

“Right,” you replied with a roll of your eyes. “Well, come on then. Let’s get this show on the road.”

——

The hunt was tough but finally, Dean decapitated the last vampire. The four of you stood in place, panting, before a voice finally pierced the silence. “You’ve just been Garthed.”

You couldn’t help it. You burst out laughing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop and soon, all of you were in hysterics.

Finally, the four of you regained control and you looked up to find Dean gazing at you with a look of wonder.

“I’m gonna go out to the car and get some stuff to deal with these corpses,” Sam said.

“I’ll help you,” Garth answered. The two hunters left, leaving you and Dean alone.

“Why are you staring at me?” you asked.

“Because when you were laughing…you were just so beautiful, so full of life. You don’t see that in a lot of hunters,” Dean answered, walking over to you. “And I guess - I guess that I kind of want to make you laugh like that.”

“Wh-what?” you stammered out.

“I think…I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Dean began. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.”

“But you’ve just met me,” you said.

“Which is exactly why you should let me take you out on a date,” Dean responded. “I want to check if I’m right.”

“Well if you put it that way…” you trailed off.

Dean took another step towards you, so that your toes were touching. He moved his hand to cup the back of your neck and leaned down, fitting his lips to yours.

“So will you go out with me?” he asked, pulling back after a moment.

“Yeah,” you breathed out.

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Thank you for reading! Any requests or feedback you have are welcome. Also, this was my first time writing Garth (who I LOVE) so if you think he was a bit OOC, just let me know so I can work on it.

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Could you pleaaaassse do a cute imagine where you teach Cas how to kiss and yeah and it turns out all fluffy and adorable!! xoxo

Hi! I swear, this was the CUTEST requests I have ever received. Thanks for sending it in! I know it’s taken a while to write so I’m really sorry for that.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Most of my requests have not been gender specific but this one was. I just felt it worked best to have something written in. But if you want, feel free to replace ‘her’.

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“Y/N, there is a couple outside kissing. And the girl is holding roses,” Cas informed you.

“Well, it is Valentine’s Day, Cas. The most romantic holiday of the year,” you teased.

“I don’t understand,” Cas said.

“Well, it’s this day celebrated all over the world where people-”

“No,” Cas interrupted. “I mean that I don’t understand the kissing part.”

“What about it?” you asked in confusion.

A slow blush spread across Castiel’s cheeks. “I don’t understand…”

“What is it, Cas?” you prompted gently.

“I don’t understand how you do it,” Cas admitted.

“Hey, there’s no need to be ashamed,” you told him. “Come on, sit down,” you said, patting the lounge beside you.

Cas sat down and turned to face you. “Why am I sitting down?”

“Because I’m going to give you some advice. First,” you instructed, “you’ll want to to place your hand on her face. No, not like that,” you said as Cas placed his hand heavily on your cheek. “Gentler, like you’re cupping it. That’s better.”

“Next, look her in the eyes so that she can see how much you care about her.” You looked up to see Cas looking at you in adoration. “Um, yeah, like that,” you murmured.

You took in a deep breath. “Then you should put your arm around her back or around her waist, to pull her body towards you.”

“And then,” you continued, your face mere inches from Castiel’s, “you look down to her lips. It’ll drive her crazy.”

“What next?” Cas asked. He was so close that you could feel his breath ghosting across your lips.

“You lean in and kiss her,” you uttered.

Cas leaned down and fitted his lips to yours. It was soft. Sweet. Loving. He pulled back.

“Was that satisfactory?” he inquired.

A nervous laugh escaped your lips. “I guess you could say that. You know, considering you’re a beginner, you’re pretty good at this,” you told him.

A thought crossed your mind, causing you to lean back. “Cas?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Why did you want to know about kissing?”

“Because…There’s someone that I wanted to kiss,” he said.

“Oh,” you replied, a sinking feeling in your stomach. You knew that you shouldn’t be disappointed but you had hoped that he had felt the same connection you had felt. “Well, I’m sure whoever you want to kiss will love it.”

“Couldn’t you give me the verdict now?”

“Wh-what?” you asked shakily.

“It’s just…I have feelings for you. Human feelings. And Dean has informed me that I should kiss you but I didn’t know how and I wasn’t sure if the feeling was mutual-”

“Cas,” you cut him off.

“Yes?”

“If you want to kiss me, all you have to do is ask.”

“Ok then. Well, may I kiss you again?” Cas asked.

“You may,” you murmured before leaning forward to bring his lips to yours once more.

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Feb 9

Could you do an imagine where the reader is dating Castiel and she gets kidnapped by demons and they torture until Cas comes and saves her? Really cute at the end please? :)

Anonymous

Hey! Thanks for the request! I don’t think I have enough cuteness in the end but I hope you like it! And sorry for the wait.

TRIGGER WARNING: TORTURE.
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“Cas,” you called as you knotted your shoelaces. “I’m gonna go for a jog!”

Cas appeared in the doorway. “I do hope you’ll be careful. It’s getting dark outside.”

“I’ll be fine, Cas,” you assured him as you stood up and stretched. “I used to go jogging all the time and look! I’m still here!”

“I know that,” Cas responded, still looking worried.

“Cas,” you murmured. “Everything will be fine. I’ll only be gone 20 minutes, half an hour tops.”

Castiel pulled you in for a kiss. “Have fun,” he said as you pulled away.

“I will!” you replied with a grin before you slipped out the door.

Your feet pounded on the concrete footpath and you felt your breathing get into a rhythm. You’d missed this feeling that running gave you, the feeling of being weightless whilst simultaneously feeling as though you had never been more grounded and secure. These days, most of the running you did was from something. It was nice to finally be able to run simply because you could.

You heard footsteps behind you, matching the rhythm of your own. It didn’t surprise you as you had seen others out jogging around this time of day. What did surprise you was the shove you felt from behind and the crack as your head made contact with the footpath. However, you barely had time to register your surprise before the blackness ate away at the edges of your vision, leaving you with nothing.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open once more. You tried to turn your head to see where you were but found that your movements were restricted. Your arms and legs were also tied down and a rag had been stuffed into your mouth to keep you from crying out.

“Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakes. Didn’t even wait for the kiss.” You strain to see in your peripheral vision and see a man striding towards you. “Of course,” he adds, stepping in front of you, “I would’ve much preferred it if we’d stuck to the original script. It’s traditional, don’t you think?” he leered at you, his eyes flashing black. Demon.

You struggled to free yourself, to no avail. “I wouldn’t bother if I were you,” he said. “After all, you can’t fight me tied up and you can’t recite any of your little exorcism chants with your pretty little mouth clogged up.”

You felt physically sick at the things he was saying. But you knew, with a sinking feeling of despair, that everything he was saying was true. He’d gotten the jump on you and now you had to suffer the consequences.

The demon stepped towards you. “You know,” he began. “I have waited a very, very long time for this. To have you here, all tied up. It’s nice, don’t you think? After all, you’ve put me through hell - pardon the pun - and I think it’s about time I returned the favour.”

He grabbed a knife from the table beside him and ran his fingers over the blade. “I could kill you,” he said, “But where’s the fun in that? No, I think I’m going to make this last. You know, savour the taste.”

Suddenly, the demon lashed out with the knife, slicing it along your forearm. You tried to cry out but your screams were lost in the rag stuffed in your mouth.

Again and again he pulled the knife on you. Arms. Legs. Torso. Again and again you screamed and tried to break free of your bonds. But it seemed that the more you struggled, the more it felt like you were being restrained. It was as if each time you moved, the cuffs grew a little bit tighter.

You were weak and your head was spinning from loss of blood. Surely he would end it. Surely he’d had his fun by now. But each time he looked as though he was done, he simply picked up yet another instrument of torture.

Just as he picked up a branding iron and was about to sear it onto your skin, his eye sockets lit up, as though torches had been lit in them.

You closed your eyes, your whole body attempting to shy away from this blinding light. And then it stopped and you heard a thump.

As you opened your eyes, you saw the demon slumped on the floor, dead. And standing over its body was Cas.

“Y/N,” he murmured, reaching forward to heal your injuries.

“Cas?” you asked. “But how-how did you find me?”

“There is no place in this world where you can find yourself in danger where I won’t come and save you,” he said, breaking apart the manacles which had been holding you down.

Castiel pulled you into his arms, lightly rocking you as you started to sob. “You’re safe now, Y/N,” he told you. “You’re safe.”

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

Anonymous

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

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

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

“What’s up?” you asked him.

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

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

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

“How do you know them?” you asked.

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

“Are they any good?” you asked.

Sam burst out laughing.

“What?” you questioned him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi,” Sam replied with a strained smile.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are jealous!” you said in amazement.

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

“Care to explain?”

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

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

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

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

“Really,” you confirmed.

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