hi can i get a dean imagine where your in a car accident after a fight with dean about a hunt and he feels awful about it and fluff? thanks doll :)
Anonymous
Hey. I hope you like it!
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“What the hell was that, Dean?” you fumed, storming into the bunker. You whipped around, folding your arms across your chest and fixing him with a furious expression.
“Oh, you’re one to talk,” he retorted. “What were you thinking? When we have a plan, we stick to it. If I hadn’t saved you -” You snorted, your expression turning to one of utter disbelief.
“Saved me? Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Glaring at him, you took a step closer and drew yourself up to your full height. Through gritted teeth, you said, “Dean, you have a hero complex. And you know what? I was perfectly capable of handling myself until you showed up. The reason that hunt nearly got us both killed was you. Not me.”
Dean reeled back as though he’d been slapped, and you took his brief silence as a moment to exit the bunker, making sure to slam the door behind you. Getting behind the wheel of your car, you pulled away from the bunker. Away from Dean. But the further you drove, the more your anger left you, and in its place the guilt set in. You knew Dean had only been doing what he’d thought was right. You had no right to treat him like that. He’d only been trying to help you.
Making your decision, you made a U-turn, knowing that the back roads were generally pretty quiet, so no one would get in your way. But in all the time that you’d been thinking, you hadn’t even noticed the car that had turned onto the road behind you. You sped off towards Dean, only registering the other vehicle just before the moment of collision. There was the squeal of brakes, and a large smash, and then you blacked out, feeling shards of glass from the windscreen cut you as the airbag slammed into your chest.
—-
When you woke up, you had the strangest sensation that something was tugging against your arm. For a moment, you panicked, and strained to free yourself from its grip. But as consciousness set in properly, you realised that it was an IV, not an attacker. You slumped back against the pillows, realising that you must be in the hospital.
But then something did grab your arm and you froze, turning to look at whoever it was who had you in their clutches. “Dean…” you breathed, relaxing once more as you took in the sight of him. Who else would it have been?
“Y/N, thank God you’re alright,” he answered, giving your hand a tight squeeze. “They told me you’d be okay, but I didn’t want to believe it until I saw you for myself.”
“I’m fine,” you answered, remembering why you’d gone on that drive which had resulted in the accident in the first place. Dean was evidently remembering it too, as you noticed that the guilt had carved itself across his features.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry. If I hadn’t been fighting with you -”
“Dean,” you interrupted. “It wasn’t your fault. You were only trying to help me, and I was a bitch about it. In fact, just before I crashed, I was turning around to come see you. I didn’t mean any of it - the things I said were horrible. And none of them were true, you have to know that.” You paused, taking a moment before you said the most important thing you had to say. “Dean, I’m so sorry. Can you forgive me?”
“Y/N, I’m just glad you’re alive. Of course I forgive you,” Dean told you, moving the strands of hair off your forehead so that he could stroke your temple. You smiled at him, loving how he could be so tender and gentle around you even after the things you’d said to him.
“You’re too good for me, Dean Winchester,” you murmured, leaning into the hand that was now cupping your cheek.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. There’s nothing special about me,” he answered, giving you a sad smile.
“Dean,” you said seriously, looking him dead in the eye, “there’s everything special about you.”
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Hey could you do an imagine where the reader is dean or SAMs daughter that came back in time and they find out after they go on a Hunt and she gets injured? Thanks! Xx
Anonymous
Hi! I hope you like it.
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You tugged on your boots, sliding a knife down the side of one of them as a back up. After all, you could never be too prepared when going to take down a nest of vampires. Looking around at the motel room you were staying in, you couldn’t help but think about how strange everything was in the past. And for you, that’s what this was. You’d gotten caught in the crossfire of a battle between angels and demons, and somehow, you’d ended up back in time.
At first, people had looked at you strangely, eyeing the way you dressed and the few possessions you had with you when you were sent back. But soon enough, you had learned to blend in, and had set off to find the two people you were able to locate and who you happened to trust - Uncle Sam and Dad.
Three weeks ago, you had found them and had worked at gaining their trust. You would’ve told them straight up who you were, but you knew that if you did, they’d never believe you. “Y/N, you ready?” your dad called from outside your door.
“I’m here,” you answered, striding out of the room. “Let’s gank those sons of bitches.”
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The nest the vamps had made for themselves was dark and gloomy, which you supposed was probably considered light and airy by a vampire’s standards. It was an old barn, set out some distance from the rest of the town. The structure was falling apart, with sections of the wood splintering away, but they had nailed boards over the gaps and windows to block out the sunlight.
Your dad explained your plan of attack, and the three of you took up your positions, charging into the nest on Uncle Sam’s signal. The vampires seemed freshly turned, a theory supported by their sloppy killing of the victims. Even though they were strong, they didn’t know how to fight, which made it easy to kill them. Within minutes, their bodies were strewn about the ground, the heads scattered beside them.
In your triumph, it became easy to forget that for the vampires to become freshly turned, there had to have been an older vampire who turned them in the first place. The reminder came in rather a harsh way. The vampire slunk out of the shadows, lunging at you and knocking you to the ground. Its weight sent you skidding across the dirt floor, before finally slamming into the barn wall.
As you cried out in pain, the vampire’s fangs extended, inching towards your neck. You thought for sure that it would bite you, but just as you felt the sharp teeth brush against the tender skin of your neck, Uncle Sam wrenched it off you, cutting its head off with a clean slice.
Your dad rushed over to you, moving your head into his lap. “Y/N, are you okay?”
“Daddy, it hurts,” you whimpered, wincing in pain. Of course, that was not the best way to reveal who you were to them. But you couldn’t help it. All you could make out through your foggy vision were his eyes, those green eyes that had rocked you to sleep as a baby, that had comforted you when you came home from a bad day at school. In that moment, you’d forgotten he was supposed to be a Dean, a fellow hunter. He was just your dad.
“What?” he demanded, drawing back from you slightly. You saw him and Sam exchange a confused glance, and you noticed Sam’s hand inching towards his waistband.
“I-I didn’t want to tell you this way, but I’m your daughter.”
“I don’t have a kid!” your dad argued, his mouth set in a stubborn line. Uncle Sam glanced at him thoughtfully, and you could tell he was wondering whether your dad had gotten some poor girl pregnant after a one night stand.
“Well, not yet you don’t.” You proceeded to tell them all about the battle that had taken place, and your role in it. How you’d been sent back in time and had to adapt to this new life. You told them about how you’d tried to find them, knowing that they would help you, about how you’d pretended to be a stranger so that you could gain their trust.
Finally, when you’d finished telling them the story, Uncle Sam looked at you and said, “How do we know you aren’t lying to us?” So you went on to talk about stories they’d told you, things from their childhood and personal lives. All the things that no one else would know.
“Well I’ll be damned,” Dad murmured when you’d finally finished explaining. “I thought there was something about you that seemed familiar, but I never thought you’d be my kid! Sammy, I get to have a family!”
He was beaming, and you could see that Uncle Sam was happy for him. “I know, Dean. I’ve been here the whole time.” Seeing their reactions, you thought everything would be okay, but then you felt your dad freeze, and you tilted your head back to try to get a look at him. There was a slight look of horror on his face, mingled with self-loathing.
“Hang on,” he began. “If you’re my kid, why the hell are you a hunter? How could I do that to you?” His voice was shaking with anger, but you knew it wasn’t directed at you - it was directed at himself. Well, himself of the future, anyway.
“It wasn’t your fault,” you murmured. “I wanted this for myself.”
“No one wants to be a hunter!” Dad yelled, causing you to flinch in shock. He noticed this and brought the volume of his voice back down for the next thing he said. “And even if you did, what kind of father am I that I let you become one?”
“One that loves and trusts his daughter, and who knows she can handle herself,” you told him. “Dad, I am a hunter because I want to help people. You know why? Because I wanted to be a hero like my dad and my Uncle Sam. I love you both so much. And if you can foresee a future in which you love me too, then please, please don’t try to change things so that I don’t become a hunter. This is the life I want for myself. Don’t take that from me.”
Your dad was silent for a moment, taking time to process everything you had just said. Uncle Sam was silent too, and you could tell he was taking the backseat to give his brother time to come to terms with this. “Alright,” your dad said at last. “Alright. I won’t try to change things, and Sam and I will try to get you back where you belong. But for now, let’s get this banged up head fixed up, okay?”
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Okey first of all your blog is awesome! Could you write a a Dean imagine where you dance on "Island in the sun" by Weezer?
Anonymous
Thank you so much! Actually, I listened to this song for the first time when I wrote this, and it’s actually pretty catchy. Also, I haven’t really written something like this before, so I hope it’s alright.
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You sighed, slamming the lore book shut and watching as a cloud of dust rose up from the pages. You and Dean had been researching for hours, and you still had nothing. But now, the words had blurred into one another and you were seeing the passages without taking anything in. If you were going to have any chance of finding anything out about this creature, you were going to have to take a break.
Standing up, you headed to the radio in the corner of the room, tuning in to your favourite station. As “Island in the Sun” by Weezer came on, you smiled, and an idea popped into your head. “Come on,” you said to Dean, pulling him up from his chair.
“What are you doing?” he asked, staring at you in confusion. “We have research to do -”
“Shhh,” you interrupted, placing a finger over his lips. “Just go with it.” You pulled him into the centre of the room and started swaying in time with the music. Soon enough, he picked up on what you were doing and placed his hands on your waist, leaving you to wrap your arms around his neck.
For once, you were able to do something carefree, something that didn’t involve danger, where there was no pressure to succeed. It was just you and Dean, dancing around the room with stupid grins on your faces. And by the time the final chorus came on, you both sang along.
“On an island in the sun
We’ll be playing and having fun
And it makes me feel so fine
I can’t control my brain.”
You both laughed, pulling away from one another as the final notes of the song died out and the radio switched to a different track. Dean mockingly bowed, as if the two of you were at an old fashioned dance. You grinned, curtsying back. “Who knows?” you joked. “Maybe this will be our song!”
Dean smiled softly at you, gazing at you with a tender expression. “Who knows?”
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Hello! Can you write a one-shot where the reader is hunting with Sam, Dean and Adam? And she has to share a room and a bed with Adam because there aren't any empty rooms in the motel? And can you make it really fluffy?
Anonymous
Hi. I hope the fluff is to your satisfaction! Admittedly, there’s not a lot, but I tried.
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The carpet in the reception area of the motel was thin, and there was a distinct path worn from the door to the counter. As you, Dean, Adam and Sam lugged your bags to the woman working behind the desk, you couldn’t help but glance at the dingy lighting and the shabby furnishings and wish that there had been another motel nearby that you could stay in. But the next one was roughly an hour away, and the four of you were exhausted, so this would have to make do.
“Can we get 3 rooms, please?” Dean asked the woman behind the desk, greeting her with a polite smile. She glanced down at her book, a troubled look on her face.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “but we only have two rooms left. For some reason, were just booked out this weekend. I’m really sorry.” She glanced at your little party sympathetically, but it didn’t do much to change the fact that this could cause a serious problem for you. Sam and Dean usually shared a room, given the fact that they’d done so for years, but you and Adam usually had one each, to allow you both to have some privacy.
You bit your lip, growing slightly uncomfortable at the prospect of having to share a room. It wasn’t that you didn’t like or trust the guys, but you just didn’t know if any of them would want to share with you.
Adam was the one to break the silence that had descended in the lobby. “Maybe…I could sleep with Y/N?” he suggested. Then, when he realised what he’d said, he turned beet red. “Um, that is, share a room with her.”
“Um, yeah, sure. I’m cool with that,” you agreed, blushing profusely. Sam glanced between the two of you for a moment, before turning back to the desk and saying, “I guess we’ll take them, then.”
The woman smiled, before handing over the room keys and explaining where the rooms were located. The four of you thanked her and left, with Sam and Dean turning off a few doors before the one where you and Adam would be staying. Adam unlocked the door and stepped in the room, with you not far behind. But before you even got to see in, you slammed into his back.
“Ow!” you exclaimed, rubbing your nose resentfully. “What was that - oh.” You had finally moved into a position where you could see the room, and you now knew why Adam had stopped dead. There was only one bed. The lady definitely hadn’t mentioned that when you’d made the reservation.
“Y/N, I had no idea,” he said apologetically, as you silently shut the door, still reeling over this new bit of information. “Look, I’ll sleep on the couch. You take the bed.” Glancing across the room, you saw a little armchair in the corner, the fabric worn and fraying.
“No,” you decided. “I’m not letting you sleep in that thing. You won’t be able to move in the morning. You can share the bed with me.”
“Are you sure -” You quelled him with a sharp look, before grabbing your pyjamas out of your duffel bag and heading to the bathroom to change. When you came back out, Adam switched with you, leaving you to flop down on the bed. After a minute, you determined that nothing good was on TV, so you switched it off again and closed your eyes.
Moments later, you heard the bathroom door creak open, and you opened your eyes to see Adam heading back towards you. “You shape up nicely, Milligan,” you observed.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” He switched off the main light in the room, before pulling back the covers and sliding into bed beside you. The darkness was complete, and you could barely make out Adam’s form as you settled into bed.
“Shit! Sorry!” you apologised as you rolled into him. For a moment, you were worried about how he would react. But then you noticed that he was shaking beside you and you realised he was laughing. When the momentary tension gone, you laughed too, pulling the covers up over your shoulder.
As you starting slipping into sleep, you felt a weight settle on your waist - Adam had draped his arm across you. You froze for a minute and he withdrew it slightly, asking, “Is this…okay?”
“Yeah,” you murmured, shifting towards him. “You just surprised me, that’s all.” He put his arm back around you, pulling you closer to him. You lay like that for several minutes, feeling his rhythmic breathing calm you and lull you to sleep.
Then, just as you felt yourself finally drifting off, he whispered, “Sweet dreams, Y/N.” You smiled, and fell asleep with a warm and fuzzy feeling growing inside you.
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Could you write an imagine where the reader surprises Dean by baking all of his favorite pies at once because you see how drained he is and it's just super fluffy?
Anonymous
Hi. I hope you like it!
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The sound of the Impala’s engine faded into the distance, leaving the bunker in silence. You knew that Sam was reading up on some lore, but you didn’t want to distract him. So you were left to your own devices until Dean got back tomorrow. He’d left to go interview some witnesses, to try and shed some light on the monster they were hunting.
As you’d said goodbye to him, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He’d been working so hard the past few weeks, and the strain was starting to show. His eyes were lined with bags and he walked as though a large weight was on his shoulders, forcing him to slump and drag himself along. You also knew that he’d been having trouble sleeping lately, which couldn’t have been helping.
You bit your lip, frowning slightly as you thought. You had nothing else to do today, so maybe you could do something for Dean, a nice surprise to take his mind off hunting for the time. Smiling, you headed into the kitchen and grabbed an apron, hoping that you had all the ingredients you would need.
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The next day, as you heard the Impala pulling back into the bunker’s garage, you darted out of the kitchen, a huge smile on your face. You had been in a baking frenzy all night, and couldn’t wait to show Dean what you had prepared for him. Sam had even come in at one point and - after you’d explained what you were doing to him - helped for a little while.
“Dean!” you squealed, throwing your arms around him as he came through the door.
“Hey, Y/N,” he laughed wearily, hugging you back. “I take it you missed me?”
“Yep.” You grabbed his hand, tugging him in the direction of the kitchen.
“Hey, I’m drained right now. Do you think we could do this later?” You glanced back at him, taking in his exhaustion. It wouldn’t hurt to wait, you supposed… “Hang on,” Dean added. “Do I smell pie?” You grinned, knowing that there was no way he’d want to go to sleep now.
“Maybe,” you sang, going ahead of him into the kitchen. “Although it rather use it as a plural.” As Dean saw the table, his jaw dropped. Laid out before him were several fresh pies, the most recent one still steaming. “Just a little something I did to surprise you,” you told him. “There’s apple pie, pecan pie and cherry pie.”
“I love you!” Dean exclaimed, swinging you around in his arms. You laughed, begging him to put you back down again. When he did, you looked up at him and saw that through the exhaustion, he was genuinely happy to see what you’d done for him.
“I just thought you could do with a little something to cheer you up,” you said. “I know the last few weeks have been tough on you…” Dean smiled, and it was clearly genuine, despite the tiredness he obviously felt.
“Y/N? You’re awesome,” he uttered.
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Hi! I hope this is what you were after!
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Clutching the rim of the toilet seat, you felt the contents of your stomach empty yet again. You leaned back, your nose wrinkling at the smell of vomit. You flushed the toilet, flipping the lid down to rest your head against it. The porcelain was cool against your cheek, and it was a welcome relief from the constant nausea you felt.
The stale taste in your mouth was a familiar one, as you had spent the mornings of the past week in this bathroom, heaving up the contents of your stomach. You knew that you should tell Dean about it, but you didn’t know how to. You had no clue as to how he’d react. Would he even want a baby? So you had decided to keep your vomit sessions secret, until you worked out the best way to tell him.
Just as you were getting up to wash your mouth out, you heard the door open behind you. Turning around, you found Dean framed in the doorway. “You alright?” he asked, coming over to rub your back gently as you gave your teeth a brush.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you lied, having spat out the toothpaste and water. “Must’ve just been something I ate.” You were avoiding his eyes, and Dean knew it. He took hold of your chin, turning your face to look at him.
“Just like yesterday morning?” he asked. “And the morning before? And the morning before that?” You squirmed out of his grip, trying not to look guilty. He was eyeing you closely, and you knew that he knew you were hiding something. He knew you better than anyone else, and you had been stupid to think you could hide this from him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Another lie, and is one came out tasting worse than the vomit. Maybe now was the time to tell him, just get it over with. Like ripping off a bandaid.
“Don’t lie to me,” he said quietly. “I know that you’ve been sick the past few mornings, but I didn’t say anything because you didn’t. But it’s gone on for too long, and I want to know what’s wrong.”
You took a deep breath, taking a quick glance up at his eyes. Those green eyes held so much love for you, trusted you so deeply. You could do this. You could tell Dean. He loved you, and he’d love the baby. He would.
“Last week,” you began, “when you and Sam were on a hunt, I went to the doctor because I wasn’t feeling so well. And…Dean, I’m pregnant.” You held your breath, waiting to see his reaction. He was still for a moment, and you worried that it was too soon, that he would freak out. But then his face split into a huge grin, and he wrapped you in his arms.
“We’re having a baby?” he exclaimed. He pulled away from you, running his gaze down your figure before letting his eyes rest on your stomach, where your baby was. There was so much wonder in his expression, and you wished you had told him earlier. He was filled with a joy that you’d never seen in him before.
“Yes, Dean,” you laughed, delighted by his reaction. “I just didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t know how you’d react.” He reluctantly dragged his gaze away from your stomach so that he could meet your eyes. He must’ve sensed that you’d harboured some uncertainty about the situation, because he murmured, “Y/N Y/L/N, you make me the happiest man on Earth.”
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I love your blog! I was wondering if I could request a Dean imagine where the reader and dean had a baby and the reader gets up during the night to check on it and finds a demon in its room.
Anonymous
Thank you! I hope you like this imagine.
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The bed sheets felt so good as you climbed into bed, sinking your head into the pillow as the mattress cradled your body. Your eyelids drooped, and it barely even registered when Dean climbed into bed beside you, tucking you under the covers. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before settling himself on his side of the bed. “How was she?” he murmured.
“Mmm, yeah, I got her to sleep,” you replied drowsily. “She won’t sleep through the night, though. God, when people said that we’d get no sleep with a baby, I didn’t realise how literally they meant it.”
Dean let out a humourless laugh. “God, I know. I love her, but man I wish she would stop crying.” You were about to agree, but you felt yourself being pulled under, and you welcomed the much needed rest.
Only a couple of months ago, you had finally become a mother, a title you couldn’t be prouder of. But what you hadn’t expected was just how exhausted it would make you. Many days had passed where you’d drift off to sleep when you were supposed to be looking after the baby, before jerking upright and realising what had just happened, and hating yourself for leaving your baby unattended, even for only a few minutes.
Even on the nights when you did go into a deep sleep, it didn’t last very long. Tonight was no exception. Barely three hours after you’d drifted off, you were woken by crying coming from the baby monitor on your bedside table. Groaning, you sat upright, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Dean was still asleep, so you went to check on your daughter yourself, wanting to let him sleep as much as possible.
Your heart just about stopped as you turned into the nursery. Standing in front of the cot was a man, leaning over your baby. “Dean!” you screamed, as the man’s attention turned to you. But as he faced you, you saw that his eyes were black, and you knew that this was no man. It was a demon.
“Please, leave her alone,” you pleaded. “She’s just a baby! Take me instead!” The demon took a step towards you, using his power to force you up against the wall. Your breath cut off and you started choking, watching helplessly as he turned back to your little girl. A rushing sound filled your ears, making it almost impossible to hear the crying coming from the cot. You were sure that you were going to pass out, and you had no idea what the demon would do to your baby when you did.
But just as the darkness starting creeping in on the edge of your vision, a figure darted into the room, headed straight for the demon. Dean. Slowly, your heart rate returned to normal. Everything would be okay now that he was here. He was going to fix everything.
You saw him stab the demon and then you were free, slumping back against the wall with a hand to your throat, gasping for breath. Dean was there in an instant, cradling your face and asking over and over again if you were alright. Nodding, you stumbled over to the cot, where your baby was crying.
“Hey, it’s okay,” you gasped, picking her up and rocking her in your arms. “Shh, sweetheart, it’s alright.” Gradually, the cries began to die down, and soon she was sleeping in your arms.
“Is she alright?” Dean murmured, reaching for her. You handed her over, checking her for any physical signs of harm.
“I-I think so,” you shakily replied. “But what if he’s done something to her?” You thought of Sam and what had happened to him when he was six months old. Dean must’ve been thinking along the same lines, because he said, “I’ll get Cas to come check her out. Why don’t you go back to bed? I’ll look after her.”
“Dean -” you began to protest.
“No,” he interrupted. “You’re exhausted. Please. Just let me do this.” Seeing the pleading look in his eyes, you consented, turning to leave the room. You had just reached the doorway when you heard a muffled sob behind you. Looking back, you saw Dean’s body shaking slightly, but he kept a firm grip on your baby.
“Dean, what’s wrong?” you asked, hurrying back to his side. He shook his head, at a loss for words.
“I thought I was going to lose you,” he finally choked out. “I thought it would be like Mum all over again. Like Jess. When I heard you scream, all I could think was that I would run in here to find you burning on the ceiling.”
In that moment, he looked so broken and lost. All you could think of was that little boy, one who had lost far too much, and gained so much responsibility. Dean deserved a better life than hunting, and just as he’d gotten one, this demon had shown up in your daughter’s room to remind the both of you that sometimes, happy endings just aren’t possible.
“Dean,” you said firmly, looking him directly in the eye. “I am still here. I know what could’ve happened, but it didn’t. I’m still here, and I’m not going to leave you,” you promised. “We’re going to get through this. Together.”
Dean looked up at you, a desperate look in his eyes. But there was hope there too, like he thought that the two of you could do this. He knew that you weren’t going to leave, unlike so many other people in his life. “I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you, too.”
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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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Hi, could you write a one shot where Adam is out of the pit and the reader is pretty much a sister to the Winchesters, but they like Adam and Adam likes them back but Sam and Dean are extremely protective even though Adam is their half brother?
Hey. So I sort of cut Sam out of this, but aside from that, I hope it’s alright. Fair warning - it’s kind of long.
I quite liked writing this, actually. Mostly because I like the idea of Adam being freed from Hell.
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You pulled your car into the bunker’s garage, cutting off the engine. The Winchesters had gone on a hunt a fortnight ago, a simple salt and burn. They were supposed to be back within two days, but then you’d gotten a call from them saying that ‘something had come up’ but 'not to worry, they’d be back soon.’ Which had, of course, left you stuck in limbo for a while. You couldn’t go on any hunts, because you wouldn’t have back-up if something went wrong. But at the same time, you couldn’t get involved in much else in case the brothers needed you.
But last night, the brothers had finally called to tell you that they were back at the bunker. So first thing this morning, you had set off, drinking a coffee as you drove over. And now that you had finally arrived, you were set to give them an earful for leaving you out of the loop.
“Two calls in two weeks, with one of those being last night. Not exactly what I’d consider keeping in touch,” you seethed, slamming the door behind you. Sam and Dean started, looking up at you in shock. They both looked exhausted, and you wondered just how much sleep they’d gotten over the past two weeks. Sam opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off before he could start.
“Look, I get that you were away longer than expected. Shit happens, I get it. But you couldn’t have spared a moment here and there to let me know what was happening? Christ, I was worried about you guys! But could I do anything? No! Because you idiots decided that you were better off on your own and so I had to wait here, wondering if you were dead yet! Oh - who are you?” Your anger subsided momentarily, as you took in the third man in the room, one you hadn’t noticed before. His eyes were sunken into his face, smudged with black rings, and you noticed that he kept twitching and darting his eyes around the room, as though he expected something to jump out at him.
“Y/N, this is Adam, our brother,” Dean introduced you. “Well, half-brother, technically. Adam, this is Y/N, a good friend of ours.”
“Your what?” you demanded. “Are you fucking - I can’t believe this. You never thought to mention in the whole two years that I’ve known you that you have a brother?”
“Well, we didn’t know him that well!” Sam said in their defence.
“Whatever,” you replied, pinching the bridge of your nose. As much as you loved them, the Winchesters had the ability to infuriate you like no one else.
“Look, Y/N, we really need to catch up on some sleep,” Dean said. “Do you think you could look after Adam for a bit?”
“Sure,” you sighed, watching them leave the room. After their backs had disappeared from sight, you turned to Adam, tucking your thumbs into your belt loops.
“So,” you began, drawing out the 'o’ sound. “Can I get you a drink or something? I reckon you could use something like that. You look like you’ve been through hell.” Adam flinched, and you wondered what he’d found fault with in your innocent comment. “Sorry, did I say something wrong?”
“It’s just…I kind of have been through Hell. Very literally,” Adam responded, a haunted expression colouring his features. “I’ve been there since about…2010, I guess.” You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. Time in Hell was longer than on Earth, and you couldn’t begin to imagine what Adam had gone through.
“How are you still talking right now?” you asked, thinking in horror of the kind of trauma he must’ve been through.
“I don’t know,” he whispered hollowly, gazing up at you with empty eyes.
“I’m going to get you some tea,” you decided. “Or alcohol. Or maybe alcohol in the tea.” Adam’s mouth quirked upwards, but the smile never reached his eyes.
“That’d be great,” he answered, sinking back against the cushions of the lounge, while you got busy preparing him a drink.
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Over the coming months, you stayed at the bunker, having made the decision to be there to help ease Adam through post-Hell trauma. You were practically dead yourself, having been woken up most nights by Adam’s screaming as he lived the torture all over again. The only thing worse than nightmares born out of fear were those born out of reality.
Adam was adjusting so much better than you would’ve thought. Hell, the fact that he was still walking was a miracle within itself. You and the Winchesters had passed the days filling him in on current events, letting him know that he was back in the real world, assuring him that he was safe within the confines of the bunker. But you were treading on eggshells around him. Sam and Dean had both been to Hell, and they knew just how easy it was to bring back that trauma.
Out of everyone, Adam seemed to have connected most with you. While Sam and Dean really tried to help him, sometimes their own memories just got too much, and they couldn’t do it. But you didn’t have those horrors in your past, so you kept at it, bringing Adam back into the light whenever the darkness threatened to take hold.
But it wasn’t just Adam who connected with you. You found that you felt a connection to him as well. And as inappropriate as it was, you found yourself developing feelings for him. The guy had spent the equivalent of several centuries in Hell, but instead of trying to help him, you were crushing on him.
That thought kept you awake many nights, and tonight was no excuse. Usually, you didn’t have to worry, because Adam woke up from his nightmares and provided you with a distraction. But amazingly, he seemed to be sleeping through the night tonight.
With a groan, you eased yourself out of bed, heading to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate to help you get to sleep. You had just put the kettle on when you heard footsteps behind you. Turning around, you found Adam walking into the room. “Hey, what are you doing up?” you asked drowsily.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he answered, a rueful smile on his face.
“Like, nightmares, or…” your voice trailed off as your eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of there being something wrong.
“Nah, just thinking about stuff. Nothing to worry about,” he assured you.
“Alright. I actually had the same problem. Did you want some hot chocolate?” You asked, opening the cupboard and reaching in for your mug. When he nodded, you grabbed an extra one and put them both down in the counter. While you waited for the water to boil, you spooned some chocolate powder into the mugs, and when the hot chocolates were finally ready, the two of you sat down together.
It was quiet for a few minutes, the only sounds being the slurping of beverages and the clinks of mugs against the counter as they were put down. When only the dregs remained, you decided to break the silence. “So what were you thinking about?”
“What?”
“You said that your thoughts were keeping you awake,” you elaborated. “What were you thinking about?”
“Oh, just thinking about how much everything has changed while I was…gone.” He went quite, and you regretted saying anything.
“Sorry,” you apologised. “I can’t imagine what it must be like for you. I wish I hadn’t mentioned it.”
“Hey, don’t worry. It’s not your fault,” he told you. “In fact, you’ve probably been the biggest help in all this. So thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome,” you answered softly. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Adam had been staring at you, a faint smirk on his face. Your cheeks heated up, and you felt yourself growing self conscious.
“You, ah, have a bit…” His let his voice trail off, instead choosing to point at his upper lip. Reaching up to touch your own, you felt a milk moustache.
“Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing,” you laughed, rubbing it off. “Is it gone?”
“Ah, hang on. There’s a little bit…let me get it for you.” He reached across, wiping at it with the pad of his thumb. For a moment, everything went still. There was only Adam, his eyes gazing into yours and his hand resting by your mouth. And then the clock started again, and it was over.
Clearing your throat, you glanced down, feeling your face get redder than it already was. “So what were you thinking about?” he asked, shaking you from your thoughts.
“When?”
“When you couldn’t sleep.”
“Oh. That,” you said. “It’s nothing, really. It’s stupid.” You wracked your brains desperately for something else to talk about, but came up empty.
“I bet it’s not,” he replied, smiling encouragingly.
“I was thinking about you,” you muttered reluctantly, avoiding his eyes.
“What about me?” he asked curiously, nudging you with his foot.
“Stupid things. Like, the way your hair is all messy when you wake up. Or the way your mouth quirks up on one side when I tell a joke. Or the way you - never mind. Stupid stuff.” You tried to cut yourself off, but it was too late. The damage had been done, and the truth was out.
“Doesn’t sound stupid to me.” You stopped, halfway out of your chair. You had been on your way back to bed, so sure that you had ruined things between the two of you.
“Come again?” you asked in surprise. Surely he didn’t…no. He couldn’t feel the same way. He was still recovering. Surely he wouldn’t want to get involved in a relationship with anyone just yet.
“I like you, Y/N. A lot,” he told you, standing up and pulling you with him so that the two of you stood facing each other. Your toes were touching, and his arms were wrapped gently around your elbows, holding you to him.
“I like you, too,” you whispered, closing the gap between you. His kiss was soft, hesitant. You could taste the fear, the torment he had been through. But at the same time, you could feel the hope that he held, could sense that this was his second chance at life.
“What the hell?” Dean demanded. “I come into my kitchen in the middle of the night and find you both making out?”
You and Adam pulled apart, turning to face Dean. But Adam’s hand never quite left you, moving to rest on the small of your back. “We were just -” you began.
“I don’t want to hear it,” Dean interrupted. “Adam, what the hell are you doing? She’s like a sister to us!”
“I’m your brother!” Adam protested, looking at Dean in disbelief.
“So? That doesn’t give you free passage to our friends!” Dean retorted.
“Dean! What is wrong with you?” you hissed. “I don’t know if you’ve realised, but I am fully capable of making my own choices. And I chose to kiss Adam!”
Dean’s expression turned slightly apologetic, but he still didn’t back down. “I’m just worried, Y/N. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Dean,” you sighed. “That’s a part of life, unfortunately. But even so, I don’t think Adam would ever deliberately hurt me. Would you?” you asked him, turning to look at him.
“Of course not,” he answered, slightly offended that you had to ask.
“See?” you said, turning back to Dean. “Besides, if he does, you’ll have my permission to kick his arse. Alright?” Dean grudgingly agreed, allowing you to move on. “Well, now that we’ve got that sorted, would you mind, Dean? Adam and I are a little busy right now.”
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I love your work! You get a lot of people asking for imagines about the reader and dean ( which I love, actually gives me butterflies) can you write an imagine you would like? Anything! I just wanna see what makes you happy!
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You’re so sweet! This message really made my day. And I’m glad you like my other stuff.
So I decided to write a fem!reader x Charlie imagine, which I read a prompt for a couple of weeks ago on sammy-and-supernatural’s blog. So I hope you guys like it!
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“So,” Charlie started, pressing the stop button as the credits began to roll on The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. “When were you going to tell them?”
“Tell who what?” you murmured, your mind still in Middle Earth.
“Um, hello!” Charlie replied, pulling her head up off your shoulder and sitting up properly. “When were you going to tell Sam and Dean about us?”
“Oh, that,” you answered, placing the popcorn bowl, empty of everything except a few un-popped kernels, onto the table. “Well, you know, I kinda just…”
“Thought you’d keep putting it off until they worked it out for themselves?”
“Of course not!” you protested. At Charlie’s dubious look, you added, “I was kind of hoping they wouldn’t notice.” It wasn’t that you didn’t care about Charlie, it was just that you liked it this way - just the two of you. You could spend time together without your brothers worrying about you or trying to interfere, and you loved that. It was stolen moments like this that you lived for, moments where you could forget about monsters and shotguns and just spend time with spend time with your girlfriend, like a normal girl.
“Y/N!” Charlie admonished. “You can’t just not tell them!”
“It’s got nothing to do with you!” you hastily assured her, seeing the brief flash of hurt in her eyes. “Or me, for that matter. I mean, they’re totally supportive of my sexual orientation. It’s just, well, they’ve never actually met anyone I’ve dated before, and my brothers can be a bit…”
“Overprotective?” Charlie suggested, giving you a knowing look.
“That noticeable, huh?” you answered wryly. Charlie smirked, giving you a look which suggested that you already knew the answer. “I don’t get why they have to be, though! I mean, I am an adult! A fully grown human being!”
“You wouldn’t know it,” Charlie muttered under her breath. You shoved her shoulder, grinning despite yourself. “Seriously, though, you’re their little sister. They’re just looking out for you.”
“I know,” you sighed. “But can we please stop talking about this for now? I just want to enjoy today while it’s just you and me, alright?” You leaned into her, so close that the tips of your noses brushed against each other.
“Deal,” she whispered, closing the gap between you.
The sound of the door being shoved open startled, causing you and Charlie to jump away from one another. You hadn’t even heard footsteps approaching, but it would seem that you and Charlie were no longer alone.
“Dean!” you cried, jumping up to greet him as Sam appeared in the doorway behind him. “Sam! What are you guys doing home so soon?” You cringed as you heard yourself speak, and tried to stop sounding so high-pitched and squeaky.
“We finished up with the case early…” Sam replied, staring at you and Charlie in utter confusion.
“What the hell is going on?” Dean demanded, barging into the room.
“Well, um, we were - we were just, um,” Charlie mumbled.
“We were kissing,” you stated, taking a deep breath. You felt Charlie grab your hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze. With this show of support, you gathered up the courage to say what you had to. “Because she’s my girlfriend.”
The moment the words left your lips, Sam and Dean’s attitudes changed completely. The bewilderment drained completely from Sam’s face, and he stood glancing between you and Charlie with a huge grin in his face. Dean, on the other hand, had stopped looking angry, and had instead taken on a fiercely protective stance. “Charlie, could I speak with you for a minute?” he asked in a strained voice.
“Oh. My. God.” you stated, stopping Charlie as she headed towards Dean. “You are NOT going to have the big brother talk with my girlfriend.”
“Y/N, just let me deal with this, alright?”
“No!” you exclaimed. “Dean, Charlie and I have been seeing each other for three months! We really do care for each other. I know I would never do anything to deliberately hurt her, and I’m sure she feels the same about me.” You could see Dean’s resolve weakening, so you carried on, your tone much more imploring now. “Please, guys, I can handle this on my own. I’m an adult - I don’t need my brothers to watch out for me every step of the way.”
“But we want to,” Dean replied, standing firm.
“I know you do,” you murmured, walking to him and taking his hand. “But sometimes, you just have to trust that I know what I’m doing.” Dean stared at you for several long moments, his eyes searching your face. After a minute, he nodded.
“Alright,” he said to you. “Alright. But Charlie?”
“Yes?”
“You ever hurt my baby sister, and I will make you regret it,” Dean said. “Understood?”
“Sir, yes, sir,” she replied, giving him a mock salute. But you could see that underneath the joking tone, she had taken everything he said seriously.
“Well, now that we’ve got that out of the way,” you began, “would you two leave us? We have a Lord of the Rings marathon to continue.”
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