Oh goodness, you're an amazing writer! I was wondering if you can do an imagine where reader is overweight (but still able to kick ass and hunt things) and she's just feeling super depressed about her looks (cause she always notices Sam and Dean picking up skinny model types at the bars) and Dean notices she's feeling sad and he comforts her and they end up getting together and it's super fluffy? Sorry for the long request. haha. I love you! <3
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Hi. You’re so sweet! And I’m so sorry it’s taken me ages to write this. I’ve just been really busy with school. But I hope it was worth the wait!
Warnings: Reader is a bit self-conscious about her weight.
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“What were you after?” the blonde bartender asks Dean, leaning forward so that her chest is in full display.
“That depends. What’s your specialty?” Dean replies, equally flirtatious.
“Anything you want.”
“Can I get a coke, please?” you cut in.
The bartender’s eyes flicked to you briefly. “Sure.”
As she walked away to get your drink, you couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly toned body. If this girl wanted to, she could easily be payed to walk the runways of Paris. She just had that kind of figure.
You gazed down at your own body self-consciously. Years of hunting ensured that you were reasonably fit but you knew that it probably wouldn’t hurt to lose a couple of kilos. Unfortunately, you just weren’t built in the same way that the bartender was. You weren’t built like the kind of girls Dean liked.
When the bartender handed you your drink, you pushed away from the bar, muttering, “I’ll just leave you guys to it.” You went and sat down in the corner, the sounds of the bartender’s flirtatious laughter occasionally reaching you over the noise of the bar.
Five minutes later, you were staring into the depths of your drink when someone sat down in the chair opposite you.
You looked up, preparing to tell whoever it was that you weren’t interested, when you realised who it was sitting opposite you.
“Okay. What’s up?” Dean asked.
“What makes you think something’s up?”
“For one thing, you’re sitting in the corner on your own over here. For another, I have never known you to shut up in all the time I’ve known you. But tonight, I’ve barely heard a word out of you. What gives?”
“Did you get her number?” you asked abruptly.
“What?” Dean queried, startled with the sudden change of subject.
“The bartender,” you explained. “Did you get her number?”
“Um, I think I might have it written down somewhere…”
“Of course you do. Because she’s blonde and pretty and can pull off wearing tight clothes. She’s practically a model. And I’m not,” you added on bitterly.
“What’s all this about?” Dean questioned.
“Dean, I’m not blind. You have a type. Sam too. You both go for the pretty girls, who are rake thin. And that’s fine and all, but sometimes, you know…”
“No, I don’t know.”
“Sometimes it’s just hard not being that type!” you burst out.
“That’s what this is about? You think I could never be interested in you because you don’t have the ‘perfect’ body?”
“I don’t think it. I know it.”
“Well, Y/N, I hope you haven’t put any money on that. Because you know what? Yeah, the waitress is hot. But do you think she could take down a werewolf in hand to hand combat? Do you think she could cleanly slice the head off a vampire? Do you think she’d be prepared to put her life on the line every day in order to protect people she’s never met?”
“Well, no, but -”
“No buts,” Dean interrupted. “I want you to listen to me very carefully. That girl over there? She caught my eye, sure, but I’ve only known her for ten minutes or something. This time next week, I probably won’t even remember her name. But you, on the other hand…Y/N, you’ve never stopped catching my eye.”
“You…what?” Your heart was rattling the bars of its cell, threatening to break free from your ribcage. “What are you saying, Dean?”
“What I’m saying is that, yeah, you probably wouldn’t have caught my eye if we’d met for 10 minutes in a bar. But we didn’t meet in a bar. We met on a hunt. And I’m forever grateful for that because if we’d crossed paths in any other way, I wouldn’t know you the way I do. And if I didn’t know you the way I do, I wouldn’t love you,” Dean explained.
“You love me?” you squeaked out.
“Is it really that surprising?” he joked.
“Well, a little. I mean, I just wouldn’t have thought you’d ever be interested in someone like me -”
“Y/N, why do you say, 'someone like me’ as though it’s a bad thing? Because in my opinion, it’s one of the best things there is.”
“Are you for real?” you asked.
“Yep. And I’m also still waiting on an answer.”
“To what?” you asked in confusion.
“Well, I told you how I feel about you. So now would probably be a good time to confess your undying love for me…” he trailed off nervously.
You grinned. “If that’s what you want, then I guess I can probably let you have that,” you teased, before growing serious once more. “But seriously, Dean. I do feel the same way about you. I always have.”
You were prevented from saying anything more as Dean’s lips captured your own, stealing all the words they needed to hear.
You pulled back, giggling. “What is it?” Dean asked.
“Before I told you how I felt, you were nervous,” you explained. “I made Dean Winchester nervous!”
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Hey! could you please do an imagine where dean and the reader go to meet the readers family and he gets angry because they keep making rude remarks and comments about her while she's with them? thanks!!
Anonymous
Hi. I’m so sorry this took so long. I’ve just been quite busy with school lately.
Warnings: Reader’s family is really nasty to them.
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You sighed. “Dean, it’s just lunch. Free food. You can’t get much better than that,” you explained for the thousandth time.
“Yeah, but it’s with your family. I never do the whole ‘meet the family’ thing!” he exclaimed.
“Dean, I know you aren’t into this kind of thing but can’t you please just put up with it? For me? They’ve really been on my back lately.”
“Alright,” Dean conceded. “But I’m only doing this because it’s you. If it were anyone else, I’d say no. Just keep that in mind.”
“I will. And Dean?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“Yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s go.”
—-
You took a deep breath and knocked hesitantly on your parents’ front door.
“Y/N,” your mother greeted you as she opened the door. “I see you’ve finally decided to grace us with your presence.”
“Hi, mum. I know, it’s been a while. I’m sorry about that. But work’s been really hectic lately,” you explained.
“Blaming it on this elusive job of yours again, are you? Am I ever going to find out what you actually do?” You exchanged a glance with Dean. “And who is this?” she asked, noticing the shift in your gaze.
“Mum, this is Dean Winchester. He’s my boyfriend.”
“Pleasure to meet you, Mrs Y/L/N.”
Your mother frowned at his outstretched hand, carefully avoiding it. “Yes, well. We better go in now. I expect lunch has gotten cold with all this pointless discussion you’ve engaged me in,” she complained, turning on her heel and heading into the house.
Dean frowned at you before ushering you into the house after her.
—-
Lunch was carried out in awkward silence, only broken by the clanging of cutlery and the occasional request for food to be passed down the table.
At one point, Dean stood up. “If you’ll just excuse me, I’m going to use the bathroom.”
“It’s just down the hall on your left,” you told him.
“Alright. I’ll be back in a minute,” he answered, pressing a kiss to your temple.
As soon as he’d left the room, your father turned to you. “So how did you and Dan meet?”
“It’s Dean,” you corrected.
“What difference does it make?” he shrugged. “It’s not as if things will work out between the two of you.”
“Actually, we’ve been together for about six months now.”
“Really?” your mother asked skeptically. “I suppose anyone will stick around if you give them enough of what they want.”
“Mum!” you gasped. “It’s not like that between Dean and I! How could you even suggest something like that?”
She appeared unconcerned by your reaction. “I simply don’t see what else he’d see in you.”
“How dare you?” Dean threatened from the doorway, as tears swam in your eyes.
“I thought you were using the facilities,” your mother said mildly.
“I was. But then I come back down the hallway to hear you say things like that? What the hell is wrong with you? If I ever hear of you saying things like that again, I’ll -”
“Dean,” you interrupted, standing up to put your hand on his arm.
His gaze cut to you. “You aren’t just gonna sit hear and take their crap, are you?”
“Can we just take this into the hall?” you pleaded.
“Sure,” he replied, allowing you to lead him out of the room.
“Look, Dean,” you began.
“Are they always that douchey?” he burst out.
“Dean,” you hissed, looking back to make sure your parents hadn’t heard.
“What? It’s a valid question. Do they always treat you like that?”
“Um, kind of. Yes, I suppose. But it’s fine, really. I’m used to it.”
“You should never have to get used to crap like that,” Dean stated, indignation taking over his features.
“Yes, well, that’s just the way things are. And it’s okay,” you told him, your voice quivering.
“No, Y/N, it’s not,” Dean told you, cupping your face in his hands. “Because there are countless things I see in you, an infinite list of why I’ve stayed with you for so long. So don’t you ever think that what your parents say is true. Because I see everything in you. Everything.”
“Really?” you whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek.
“Of course,” Dean answered, wiping your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Never, ever listen to them, okay? Because you’re beautiful, and no one should ever make you feel any less than that.”
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Can I please have a Garth imagine? Like where the reader is hunting with the Winchesters and they run into Garth who is working on the same case? You can take it from here ! Just some fluffy(Maybe a little awkward , I mean its Garth, so it won't be going flawless) I just really love your imagines and I haven't seen much Garth imagines on Tumblr and there definetly should be more!
Anonymous
Hi. Thank you so much! And you’re totally right - there isn’t enough love for Garth on here! And there totally should be, because he’s fantabulous!
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The Impala pulled up in front of the house where the murders had taken place.
“Ah, crap,” you murmured. “Looks like the actual authorities got here before us,” you continued, indicating towards the man in a Texas ranger uniform.
“Hang on,” Sam said. “Is that…?”
“Garth.” Dean finished.
You frowned in confusion. “Who’s Garth?”
“Looks like you’re about to find out,” Dean said, easing himself out of the car.
At the sound of the door slamming shut, the man named Garth turned around. When he saw the Winchester boys, he excused himself from the witness he was speaking to and made his way towards the three of you, a broad smile stretching across his face.
“Sam! Dean!” he exclaimed, pulling each of them in for a hug.
“Okay, okay. Come on, that’s enough,” Dean said, awkwardly patting Garth on the back.
“Who’s this?” Garth asked, pulling away from Dean.
“I’m Y/N,” you answered, holding out your hand.
Instead of shaking it like you thought he would, he brought it up to press a kiss to it, causing you to blush. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Y/N. I’m Garth.”
“Yeah, I know. The boys told me.”
“So,” Dean interrupted, “have you spoken to the witnesses?”
“Mostly. The only one left is the daughter of the couple.”
“We better go talk to her then,” Dean said, walking towards the front door.
When the four of you got inside the house, you found a little girl curled up on the lounge, clutching a teddy to her side.
“Hey,” Sam said softly. “My name’s Sam. And these are my friends Dean, Y/N and Garth. We just want to ask you a couple of questions. Is that okay?”
The little girl didn’t answer, choosing instead to suck her thumb whilst staring at Sam with wide eyes.
“Allow me,” Garth announced, taking Sam’s place. “Would you maybe like to talk to Mr. Fizzles?”
You were about to interrupt and ask who Mr. Fizzles was when Garth pulled out a sock puppet. You cocked an eyebrow but allowed him to carry on, interested to know how this would pan out.
To your amazement, Garth’s use of the sock puppet actually got the young girl to open up. And as you watched him converse with her, you couldn’t help but smile. He just had this energy about him that you couldn’t help but love. Garth was the sort of person that made everyone smile, simply by being in the same room as them.
And if his infectious energy wasn’t enough, he glanced up at you at one point and smiled at you when he saw you watching him. That was the point when you realised that you were starting to crush on the dorky hunter.
—-
After about half an hour, Garth finished talking to the girl. What she’d said, combined with the information he’d gathered from the other witnesses, gave you enough information to track down the ghost who had committed the murders.
As Sam and Dean drove off to salt and burn the remains, you and Garth stayed back at the motel room.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“Mr. Fizzles wants to talk to you.”
“Garth, I’m not going to speak to a sock puppet!” you laughed.
Garth gasped. “He has feelings, you know!” he exclaimed, dramatically covering the area where Mr. Fizzles’ ears would have been.
You giggled. “Fine then! I’ll do it. What did you want to say to me, Mr. Fizzles?”
Garth made the head of the sock puppet poke up. “Well, I wanted to ask you something on Garth’s behalf. He was too shy to ask you himself.”
“Oh? And what does Garth want to ask me?”
“Will you go on a date with him?” Mr. Fizzles asked.
You froze for a moment, surprised at the question. When you recovered yourself, you said, “Well, you can tell Garth that I’d love to go on a date with him.”
Garth lowered his hand. “Seriously?” he asked in his normal voice.
“Of course, Garth. Did you think I could say no after you asked me out so adorably?”
“Of course not! I totally knew you were gonna say yes,” Garth replied hastily.
“Sure you did,” you grinned. “And by the way, tell Mr. Fizzles that he is an awesome wingman.”
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Could you write an imagine where the reader secretly washes the Impala after a messy hunt for Dean when she thinks he's asleep but gets caught? I love your writing and can't wait to see more!
Anonymous
Hey. Thank you so much for saying that! I’m sorry this took so long but I hope it’s what you were after.
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You snuck out of the bunker, staying as quiet as possible so that you wouldn’t wake Sam and Dean. When you got to the garage, you grabbed a bucket and filled it with water and soap, before grabbing a sponge as well.
“Dean really messed you up, didn’t he?” you murmured to Baby. “I’ve never seen you this dirty before!”
You reached up to the roof of the car, scrubbing at the caked on mud. After a while, you got into a rhythm and soon you were busting out the lyrics to your favourite songs, figuring the Winchesters wouldn’t be able to hear you through the thick walls.
You had just moved to wipe at Baby’s headlights when someone cleared their throat behind you. You whipped around to find Dean standing there with a smirk on his face.
“Really, Y/N? Cleaning my car at one o'clock in the morning?”
“It was really dirty!” you protested.
“And cleaning her couldn’t wait until morning?” he asked dubiously.
“It was really bugging me!” you exclaimed. “Why are you here, anyway?”
“Because I’m radioactive, radioactive!” Dean sang.
“You heard that?” you moaned, covering your face in embarrassment.
“I did. And I must say, you’re not a bad singer.”
“That doesn’t mean I’m good.”
“True, true,” Dean agreed. “But I like it regardless.” He went and picked up another sponge.
“What are you doing?” you asked as Dean came over to the Impala and started scrubbing the hubcaps.
“If you’re gonna be weird in the middle of the night, I figure I might as well join you,” he stated.
You grinned. “The mud was pissing you off too, wasn’t it?”
“Little bit, yeah.” You laughed and the two of you went back to cleaning.
When Dean wasn’t looking, you reached across and squeezed out your sponge on top of him.
He shot up, water dripping down his face. “Is that how it’s gonna be, huh? Because two can play that game,” he said, lunging towards you with his own sponge. You shrieked, darting out of the way.
By the time the two of you went back to bed, you were both soaked, half the suds having gone on you rather than the Impala.
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Hey could you do an imagine where your an angel and you knew Cas he was a big brother to you and you died a long time ago and then you come back and save Dean, Sam, and Cas's life and Dean falls for you and fluff n stuff
Anonymous
Hi! I’m so sorry for the wait. But I hope you enjoy it!
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You appeared in a warehouse, looking out over a large group of demons closing in on two men and an angel. The three in the middle were hopelessly outnumbered and unless you acted immediately, you knew they would all die.
You revealed your grace, hoping that the three men you were attempting to save would realise what was going on and shield their eyes. The brilliant glow radiated from you and to your relief, they shielded their eyes as the demons around them dropped like flies.
Once they all lay on the ground, you allowed your grace to fade back down so that you could be seen by the men, who were starting to look around the room to work out where the source of light had come from.
“Castiel,” you called out to the angel. As soon as he heard your voice, he turned to you, his eyes widening in astonishment.
“Y/N?” he asked, crossing the room in quick strides to stand before you. “What are you doing here? I thought you were dead,” he continued, clasping your hands in his own.
“I was. But it would seem that I have been brought back.”
“But how?”
“What is it that the humans say? God works in mysterious ways?” you smiled. “Regardless, I am here now, which is fortunate for you, seeing as you and your friends here would have been dead without me,” you said, nodding towards the two men who were slowly approaching you.
“Y/N, this is Sam and Dean Winchester,” Castiel introduced you.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you told them.
“Yeah, you too. We appreciate the help. But how did you find us? I thought Cas had ways of stopping other angels from tracking us,” the taller brother asked.
“Sam raises an interesting point. How did you find us?” Castiel asked.
“I’ve been searching for months for you. It was difficult, I admit, but I was not going to give up on my big brother. I just got lucky, I suppose.”
“Well, I’m glad you found us when you did,” Dean said. “That was some badass angel mojo you worked just then.”
You frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“He means that you were very helpful when you used your angel powers,” Sam explained.
“Oh. Thank you, Dean,” you said, smiling in his direction.
“Dean, we should probably sort this mess out. I’m sure these two would like a minute to catch up,” Sam suggested.
“Sure,” Dean agreed.
When they were out of earshot, you turned to Castiel. “I have missed you terribly, Castiel. Or should I say Cas? That’s what your human friends seem to be fond of calling you,” you teased.
“Yes, that is their nickname for me. I believe it makes me seem more human to them,” Castiel explained.
“Is that a good thing?” you frowned.
“I think it is,” Castiel answered. “These humans, with all their emotions…it’s really rather extraordinary.”
“I’m sure I’ll learn all about it. That is…if you’ll let me stay with you?” you asked uncertainly.
“Of course, Y/N. We’re family.”
You spun around at the sound of approaching footsteps. “So,” Dean began, “do you want to ride with us in the Impala, or would you rather do what Cas does, and teleport yourself back to the bunker?”
“No, I would love to ride with you in your car. Human experiences fascinate me, and I’d love to have a few of my own.”
“Alright then. Let’s go.”
—-
When you made it back to the bunker, you stepped out of the Impala giddily. “That was incredible!” you exclaimed.
Dean had been watching you and he grinned. “I’m glad to see someone appreciates my driving, at least.”
“Oh, you were a magnificent driver, Dean!”
“Yeah, well, try telling Sammy that.”
“Why? Does he not approve of your methods? Should I speak to him?” you asked.
“No, no, I - it was a joke,” Dean explained.
“Oh.” You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.
“Hey, don’t worry,” Dean reassured you. “All this human crap can be confusing. But you’re doing a great job at picking up on it.”
“Thank you,” you replied, a soft smile forming on your lips.
“Anytime,” Dean said, leading the way into the bunker.
—-
That night, you were inspecting the kitchen appliances when you heard a voice behind you.
“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?”
You looked around to face Dean. “That was a rather insensitive thing to say, Dean,” you stated, hurt evident in your tone.
“Shit,” Dean muttered. “I didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t thinking. It was just some stupid pick up line I was trying on you.”
“Pick up line?” you frowned, confused at this unfamiliar term.
“Uh, yeah,” Dean answered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “It’s, uh, something you say to someone you like. It’s supposed to make them want to go on a date with you.”
“Are you saying that you like me, Dean Winchester?”
“Maybe,” he murmured.
“You don’t sound too sure,” you laughed.
“I - yes. I am trying to tell you I like you,” he said.
“I’m glad for that,” you told him. “Because I think I might be starting to feel similarly about you.”
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Could u do an imagine where Dean drags u 2 ur family members wedding and (u hunt with them) he pretends to be your boyfriend (u like each other) and a leviathan shows up and spills all ur secrets to ur family and then you hand to hand combat it and kill it on your own and you can end it anyway u want THANKS!
Hi! I’m sorry it took me so long to write this and I hope you like it! I’m not quite sure if this is what you meant, but I did my best with it.
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“You’re going to wear that to a wedding?” Dean asked as you walked into the bunker’s kitchen in your pyjamas.
“Yes, and then I’m going to wear it when I go meet the Queen,” you replied sarcastically. “Seriously though, I’m not going to any wedding today. How did you find out, anyway?”
“I found the invitation on the ground beside the bin,” Dean explained. “And you can’t not go! It’s your cousin Stacey that’s getting married!”
“You’ve never even met my cousin Stacey!”
“Yeah, but I’m sure her wedding will be awesome.”
“Dean,” you sighed, “I’m not going. I didn’t RSVP and I’m definitely not going alone.”
“Take me then. And besides, people always overbook at weddings. I’m sure they won’t mind an extra two people,” Dean answered.
“You’d go to a wedding with me?” you asked doubtfully.
“Sure. Why not?”
“Alright. Well, I guess I better get ready. And you should too,” you told him, heading back out of the room after grabbing a couple of slices of toast from Dean’s plate.
“Take my food again and I’ll retract my offer!” Dean called after you. You grinned as you shut your bedroom door behind you.
—-
It took you a while, but you were finally able to find a suitable dress that didn’t have too many creases in it. You spent a bit of time on your hair and make up too, but gave up after a while, figuring you wouldn’t stay very long.
“Alright, let’s go,” you sighed, stepping out of your room to meet Dean.
He turned around and when his eyes found you, he sucked in a sharp breath. “Y/N, you look…wow.”
“Don’t mock me,” you said.
“I’m not! You really do look incredible!”
“Well, thank you,” you answered carefully. “But we should probably go now.”
“Sure,” Dean nodded.
—-
From the moment you pulled up outside the church, you knew exactly why you hated weddings.
“Dean, I can’t do this. I haven’t seen my family in ages! What am I supposed to tell them about what I do now? How do I explain hunting?” You were starting to panic, so Dean rested his hands on your shoulders.
“Y/N, it’s gonna be fine. Trust me. Now, why don’t you go talk to some people while I park Baby?”
“Alright,” you responded, stepping out from the car.
“Y/N!” you heard a voice call to you as Dean drove around the corner. You turned to find your aunt and uncle walking towards you. “We didn’t expect to find you here!” your aunt continued.
“It was a bit of a last minute decision,” you explained.
“I can see that. I mean, you didn’t even have time to wrangle up a date!” she laughed. “Not that we really expected much different. No offence.”
“Actually,” a deep voice said from beside you, “I was just parking the car. I’m Dean Winchester, Y/N’s boyfriend,” Dean introduced himself.
“It’s nice to meet you,” your aunt said as your uncle shook the hand Dean had offered. Both relatives looked quite flustered at having been proved wrong.
“Well,” your uncle began awkwardly, “we should probably go. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Goodbye,” you said as they moved away.
As soon as they were gone, you turned to Dean. “What the hell?” you hissed.
“What?”
“Why did you tell them you were my boyfriend?”
“They were being really nasty to you and I wanted to prove them wrong. Besides, dating me wouldn’t be so terrible, would it?”
“I-but-that’s not the point!” you burst out, a blush creeping up your neck.
“How about we go inside?” Dean suggested. “I think the ceremony’s starting soon.”
—-
After the ceremony had ended, you all headed outside, where the bridal party had their photos taken.
“You brought a Winchester, I see,” a voice drawled.
“Do I know you?” you asked the man who had approached you.
“You know of me,” he replied, opening his jaw to reveal a large set of teeth and forked tongue.
“Leviathan,” you whispered.
“Bingo! Hey everyone,” he called, his voice rising so that those around you could hear. “Did you know that Y/N isn’t actually dating Dean Winchester? They lied so she wouldn’t seem pathetic to you.”
A few people nearby started to murmur, glancing between you, Dean and the leviathan. “What are you playing at?” you hissed.
“I think secrets can really get in the way of relationships, don’t you think? You know, I think it’s about time we tell everyone what you do for a living.”
Your eyes widened as panic filled you. But before you could do anything, Dean had already stepped forward, grabbing the leviathan by the front of his suit and pulling him so that his face was right in front of Dean’s. “If you dare -”
“Dean,” you interrupted, casting your eyes around at the concerned looks you were receiving, “let me deal with this. We can take him round there.” You indicate towards where Dean had parked the Impala.
Dean consented and dragged the leviathan around the corner, out of sight of the wedding guests.
“Do you really think you can do anything to harm me?”
“I really do,” you replied, flinging Boraxo in his face. While his skin was burning, you snatched up the knife that Dean offered and sliced his head off.
As it hit the ground with a soft thump, you sagged back into Dean.
He straightened you up and went to put the head inside a box he’d retrieved from the Impala.
“We better go bury these,” he told you. When you didn’t answer, he added, “Y/N? You listening?”
“Can’t I just go to my cousin’s wedding without some creepy monster drama taking place?”
“If it means anything to you, I thought you were pretty badass when you took that sucker down.”
You gave him a small smile. “I just wish I didn’t have to put up with all this crap 24/7.”
“Then don’t,” Dean said. When you looked up at him blankly, he went into a little more detail. “We can take a break. Rent some movies, order pizza, just do absolutely nothing. What do you think?”
“I think you’re the best fake boyfriend ever,” you answered, throwing your arms around his neck.
“Do me a favour,” Dean murmured in your ear.
“Hmm?”
“Do you think we could get rid of the ‘fake’ part?”
You pulled back and grinned up at him. “I thought you’d never ask.”
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Can you do one where reader, Dean and Sam have been working together for a little while reader is staying with them at the bunker, she really cares about Dean but recently he has been ignoring her or nasty if he does talk to her she just let's it go until finally he says something really hurtful mean( maybe calls her pathetic or a burden) she breaks down finally. Sam confronts Dean knowing Dean cares about her you end how you like
Hi! I’m sorry this took so long but I just hope it’s worth the wait!
It does have a couple of instances of swearing so just be aware of that!
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“Dean?” you asked, poking your head around his bedroom door.
“What is it now?” he answered, annoyance evident in his tone.
“Um, well, Sammy was just going to go out to pick up some things and he wanted me to ask you if you wanted anything.”
“Tell Sam I want pie,” he replied shortly.
Things had been like this for a few days now. Every time you were near Dean or tried to speak to him, he would brush you off or just outright ignore you. It hadn’t always been like this and you wanted to know what had changed.
You hovered in the doorway, wondering how to question Dean about his recent treatment of you.
He glanced up and noticed that you were still there. “You can leave now,” he said coldly.
“Right,” you replied, hurrying from the room.
“What did he say?” Sam asked.
“Pie,” you told him, stepping past him and moving towards your bedroom, blinking back tears.
“Hey, Y/N, are you alright?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me,” you said, shutting your bedroom door behind you.
Later that evening, you heard Sam return so you went out to grab some of the food he’d bought. When you got to the kitchen, Sam and Dean were discussing the latest case.
“You guys wanna fill me in?” you asked.
“So there’s this couple in Minnesota and they reported seeing -”
“No,” Dean cut in.
“What?” Sam asked in confusion.
“We’re not telling her about it.”
“Why not?” you demanded.
Dean turned to face you, the first time he’d looked directly at you in at least a week. “Do you really want to know? Alright. You’re a burden. You always make some stupid mistake and screw things up for us and Sam and I are always the ones who have to clean up after you. I want to keep you out of this so you can’t mess things up again.”
You took a step back, his words punching into you. “Is that really what you think?” you whispered.
“Yeah. It is. And you know what? Maybe you should just leave. Just go and live a normal life where careless mistakes won’t kill a bunch of people.”
“Dean!” Sam exclaimed. “What the hell, man? What’s wrong with you?”
“A lot of things, apparently,” you choked out, running for the comfort of your bedroom. You slammed your door shut and threw yourself down on the bed, your body heaving with sobs. Dean was one of your closest friends and if you were honest, you had feelings for him. Hearing him say those things about you was like a knife to your heart.
From the kitchen, you could hear the sounds of yelling and after a few minutes, footsteps approached your door.
“Go away, Sam,” you said in a muffled voice, not in the mood for his pity at the moment.
“Guess again,” Dean’s voice answered.
“Fuck off,” you whispered, unable to stand him being so close after what he’d just said.
“Look, I know I’m not your favourite person in the world right now -”
“That’s an understatement,” you scoffed.
“Can you just hear me out? Please?” he pleaded.
You rolled over to face him. “Fine. But you better talk quickly because I’m so not in the mood to deal with any more of your shit right now.”
“Y/N, I’m so sorry. It’s just…you can’t be a part of all this,” he stated.
“Dean, did anyone ever explain the concept of an apology to you? Because I don’t think you’ve quite mastered the art yet.”
“Just let me finish, alright? God, I have no idea how to explain this,” he began. “Alright. You can’t be a part of this because you might get hurt. You probably will. Almost definitely. This family is cursed, and I don’t want to bring you into that. I don’t want to have to lay flowers at your grave or hold your lifeless body in my arms. I figured if I could make you leave now, you’d be safe. And I know you’d never leave by choice, so I had to force you out.” Dean’s voice had caught halfway through his explanation and by the end, he was struggling to talk through the wall of tears.
“Why didn’t you just say any of that?” you asked. “Why didn’t you just tell me, instead of making me feel like crap?”
“Because I’m not good with the touchy-feely crap, alright? I really like you and I don’t want to see another woman I love die because of me!”
“Another woman you what?” you gasped.
Dean froze, as if only just realising what he’d said. “I…I love you. And I want to protect you. I have to protect you.”
“Dean,” you murmured, “keeping me out of things isn’t going to protect me. It’s only going to hurt me more. And what’s the point in denying yourself a shot at happiness just because there’s risk? You say the family business is about saving people, but maybe it’s time to save yourself. And you know what? The more you push people away, the more you’re letting the monsters win.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“I do, Dean. You have to trust me on this. Sure, protect me if you want. But let me protect myself, too.”
By now, the two of you had gotten so close that you could fell his breath ghosting over your features.
Dean cleared his throat. “You know, you never really responded to what I told you before.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The, uh, part where I said how I…how I feel about you,” he said awkwardly, unable to meet your eyes.
Your face broke into a grin. “Is Dean Winchester, the guy who hates chick flick moments, really asking me to respond to his profession of undying love for me?” you teased.
“Well, I wouldn’t put it that way but…I guess.”
Your smile softened. “Well, you’re in luck, Dean. Because I feel the same way,” you murmured, stretching up to press a lingering kiss to his cheek.
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Can you do an imagine where Dean finds out that the reader has been abused (physically or sexually) in the past and that's why she flinches away from the boys' touches? And it has Dean helping her get through it and them falling in love? Lots and lots of fluff if it's not too much to ask! Thank you in advance!
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Hi! I’m sorry it took me so long to write this. I hope it’s what you were after.
TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of sexual assault.
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“Take that, Dean Winchester! I just won yet another game of chess!” you taunted.
“Yeah, well, it’s a stupid game anyway! There’s no action,” Dean grumbled.
“You’re just saying that because you lost.”
Hearing the commotion, Sam entered the room. “You tell him, Y/N,” he said, clapping a hand on your shoulder.
You flinched away from him, causing both of the brothers to look at you in confusion.
“Your hands are really cold,” you said hastily in an attempt to cover up your reaction.
“Really?” Sam frowned down at his hands. “I hadn’t realised. Sorry.”
“You know what?” you began. “I’m just going to go to my room. I think it’d be unfair if I challenged Dean to another game. I’m clearly way out of his league.”
“Alright. I’ll call you when it’s time for dinner,” Sam said.
“Thanks,” you answered, heading out of the room, Dean’s eyes following you the whole way.
Later that night, you were sitting on your bed reading when you heard a knock on the door.
“Yeah?”
Dean’s head poked around the door. “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” you answered, sliding in your bookmark. “What’s up?”
“I want to know what really happened before.”
“Sorry?”
“You know what I mean, Y/N. When Sam touched you, you flinched away from him. Why?” he asked gently.
“I told you before. His hands were cold,” you stated, unable to meet his eyes.
“Y/N, Sammy had been in the kitchen near the oven for at least half an hour. His hands weren’t cold,” Dean said. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed you do this in the past. You always sit on the other side of the table, you claim to be coming down with something when one of us tries to hug you, you pretend that the reason you jump when we’re around is because you didn’t realise we were in the room. Why all the excuses?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you answered stiffly.
“Y/N, you don’t let Sammy and I touch you. I just want to know why.”
You met his gaze. “Do you really want to know?”
“I do.”
“Okay then. Well, a while ago, my boyfriend took me out for dinner. It was our six month anniversary and he really wanted it to be special. So he took me out to this really fancy restaurant and he ordered the expensive wine and he had the band play my favourite song. It was very romantic,” you explained. “And afterwards, we went back to his place, and he had candles set up and rose petals and everything. He…he took me to his bedroom and he told me that I looked beautiful, and that he’d waited all night for this. And I told him no but he-he just kept going…” Your words cut off abruptly, making way for the sobs that were wracking your body.
“Please don’t tell me he did what I think he did,” Dean whispered. Your silence seemed to tell him all that he needed to know.
“That son of a bitch!” he yelled. You flinched away from him, startled by his anger. Dean noticed this and said, “Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. But you have to know that I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? I’d never do anything like that.”
“I believe you, Dean. It’s just hard. I trusted him…I loved him,” you whispered, tears still slipping down your face.
Dean handed you a tissue from the bedside table. “Hey, I’m here for you, okay? And so is Sam. We won’t let anyone hurt you again. And we’ll help you through this.”
“Thank you, Dean,” you murmured. “And thanks for being so considerate,” you added, nodding down at the tissue.
“Anytime, Y/N. I’m going to try to help you in any way that I can. Including backing off for a while.”
“What?” you asked in confusion.
Dean scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “I, uh, I really like you, Y/N. And I was gonna ask you out at some point. But I guess you probably don’t want that, considering.”
“Dean, just because of what he did to me, doesn’t mean I don’t still have feelings.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying that I like you too. And if you’ll have me, I’d love to go on a date with you,” you said.
“Really?” Dean’s face broke out into a grin.
“Really. But just…promise me we’ll take things slow, alright?” you murmured. “I’m not ready for physical stuff yet.”
“I promise,” Dean answered. “I’ll never do anything you aren’t comfortable with. If I overstep any boundaries, you just tell me, okay?”
“Okay,” you answered, the beginning of a smile working its way onto your lips.
For the first time in a long time, you were able to say that word and mean it.
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can I get "first kiss with Stanford!Sam", please? Girl, you are awesome!
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Haha. Thanks! You’re not so bad yourself! Anyway, I’m sorry this took so long. I hope it’s what you were after.
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You ran your fingers over the spines of the books, looking for the one you needed for your paper.
“Ah, crap,” you murmured, glancing up to find that it was above your head. Standing up on tiptoes, you grabbed at it, but you lost your balance and tipped to the side. At least you started too, anyway, before strong arms reached out to steady you.
“Hey, you alright?” a voice asked.
You looked up to find a gorgeous man with hazel eyes staring down at you. “Um, yeah, I’m fine,” you breathed.
“Did you want a hand getting something down?” he asked.
You blushed. “If you could, that’d be great. I just can’t reach that book there,” you told him, pointing at the book you wanted.
“Here,” he said, handing it to you with a smile.
“Thanks…”
“Sam,” he supplied.
“Thanks, Sam. I’m Y/N, by the way.”
“Y/N. That’s a really nice name. It suits you,” Sam said.
Your blush deepened and you ducked your head so that he wouldn’t see. “Thank you. Well, I should probably be going. But thanks again for helping me out,” you said, turning away.
“Wait.” Sam’s arm reached out to touch the crook of your elbow. You turned back and looked at him expectantly. “Uh, do you think…do you think we could maybe go get some coffee or something?” he asked nervously.
A soft smile spread across your face. “I’d like that.”
Sam grinned back at you. “Let’s go then.”
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“Alright,” you began, “I’ve told you all about me. Now it’s your turn.” The two of you were seated opposite each other in a booth of a coffee shop on campus.
“Well, what do you want to know.”
“Dreams, hopes, aspirations, childhood memories. You know, the little stuff,” you joked.
Sam smiled. “Well, I’m studying law.”
“That’s a start. And I must say, I’m impressed. Fancy me meeting a law student in the library and ending up with him at a coffee shop,” you said. “So what else is there? What about your family?”
“Uh, well, it’s just my dad, my brother and I. But I haven’t seen them in a couple of years. My dad wanted me to stay and be part of the family business and I wanted to go to college. And we had a huge fight and he basically kicked me out,” he explained.
“Oh. What about your mum?”
“She died when I was 6 months old.”
“I’m so sorry, Sam. I shouldn’t have asked about all this. I mean, we just met. It really isn’t my place to be asking you all these personal questions,” you rambled. “I just wanted to get to know you and -”
You were cut off as Sam’s lips pressed against your own. For a moment, you were stunned but once your brain registered what was going on, you began to move your lips slowly against his.
After a minute, Sam pulled back, resting his forehead on yours.
“What was that?” you murmured.
“I just wanted you to know that it was alright. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he answered.
“I think you should tell me I didn’t do anything wrong more often,” you whispered. “You’re a good kisser,” you added, bringing his lips to yours once more.
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Hi there... I was wondering if you could write a Dean imagine based off of the song "we found each other in the dark" by city and colour? I'm going through a really hard time right now and I just really need a pick-me-up. It would really mean a lot, thanks.
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Hi. I’m sorry that this took a while to write. I’ve just never written an imagine based off a song before and I wasn’t sure what to do. But I hope that it’s what you were after and I hope it helps. And I hope that things get better for you.
Trigger warning: I guess it sort of hints at depression and talks about feeling lost in life.
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You and Dean were sitting in the front seat of the Impala, driving back from a hunt. It was dark, and the road stretched before you, an endless ribbon of black.
“I know how you feel,” Dean said abruptly.
“What are you talking about?” you asked in confusion.
“I mean, I understand what it’s like to hate yourself. I understand what it’s like to feel alone, to feel like you’re choking on the blackness that surrounds you. I understand what it’s like to feel as though you’re drowning, while everyone around you is swimming.”
“How?” you whispered.
“Because I’ve felt that way so many times, Y/N. And I know you feel like no one’s listening, but that’s not true. Because I can still hear your voice,” Dean told you.
You felt tears sliding down your face. “No one’s ever realised or understood before,” you choked out.
“Well I do,” Dean answered. “And I promise that I’m gonna help you rise above all the darkness. I’ll help you to breath and I’ll help you to swim. But can you promise me something?”
“What is it?” you whispered.
“When you make it to the surface, pull me up with you. Please,” he answered in a rough voice.
“I promise,” you told him. And you meant it. Because the two of you had found each other in the dark, and you were going to help each other make it out to the light.
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