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Can you please do an imagine where the reader is currently in a relationship with Sam and she's alone in a motel doing research while the boys are out and she sees Jessica , Sam's ex girlfriend and tells her that she is watching out for Sam and her.x

Anonymous

Hi. Sorry for the wait! I hope this is what you were after.

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“Y/N, we’re going out to pick up some dinner,” Sam told you. “Will you be alright?”

“Sam,” you answered, getting up off your bed, “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.” You walked over to him, draping your arms around his neck. You pulled him towards you and planted your lips on his in a slow, passionate kiss.

“I should go. Dean’s waiting in the car,” Sam mumbled against your lips. As if having heard Sam, Dean blared the Impala’s horn from outside, causing you to giggle and pull away from Sam.

“Alright. Bye.” You watched him as he headed out the door, locking it behind him. When the sound of the Impala’s engine had finally faded, you turned towards the table where Sam’s laptop rested, ready for you to do some research.

You sat down in the chair, opening up the laptop and logging in. You read over pages of information, the text swimming together and blurring before your eyes. For twenty minutes you carried on like this, the sound of your fingers hitting the keys being the only noise in the room. It was then that you noticed the room had become cold, so much so that your breath came out in a white cloud. The lights in the room flickered and you whipped your head around, looking for anything out of place.

Across the room, a silhouette seemed to be emerging, the image gradually strengthening. Before you stood a beautiful girl in her early twenties, with long, wavy blonde hair and a white nightgown. She could’ve been some sort of model. If it wasn’t for the dark, red stain spreading across her midsection.

You jumped up, fumbling around for the gun you had loaded with rock salt earlier in the evening. “Wait,” she girl said in a soft voice. “I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to talk to you.”

You laughed harshly. “Right. Well, I can’t afford to take that chance.” You picked up the gun, holding it up at her.

“Please!” she cried. “I just wanted to tell you that I’ve been watching over you and Sam.” You lowered your gun slightly, staring at the ghost in confusion. She smiled gently before continuing on. “You make him very happy. Thank you for that. Please just take care of him for me.” Those were the last words she uttered before vanishing, leaving you to scan the room, searching for any signs that the ghost was still around.

Eventually, you put the gun back down, returning to your place in front of the laptop. “That was weird,” you muttered, the sound of the Impala’s engine filling the parking lot again.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dean called, stepping into the motel room.

“Hey, guys,” you replied, standing up as Sam came into the room and walked over to give you a kiss.

“Anything happen while we were gone?” he asked.

“Uh, no,” you told him, deciding not to reveal the strange encounter which had just taken place. As Sam went to go sit down on your bed, he dropped his wallet, causing it to open as it hit the ground. You reached down to pick it up and saw a picture of you stuck into one of the slots. But right behind it, the corner of another photo stuck out. You reached into the pouch, pulling the hidden photo free. When you could see it properly, your breath in your throat. The picture was of a blonde girl on a beach, the very same blonde girl you had seen just minutes before. “Who’s this?” you asked shakily, holding the picture up for Sam to see.

He glanced up from the TV, his eyes filling with sadness as they fell upon the picture. “That was my girlfriend from college,” he told you. “She was…she was killed by a demon. Her name was Jess.”

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Hi! I was reading your imagines and they are amazing!! Could you do one with Dean based on the song "beautiful girl" by hedley? Thanks!!

Anonymous

Hi. Thank you so much! That means a lot to me. I’m sorry this took so long to write. This is actually the first time I’ve ever written from the perspective of a non-original character, and I’m not entirely happy with the way Dean’s POV turned out. Also, I’m not entirely sure if I interpreted the song right, but I did my best. And omigosh…this song is so beautiful.

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DEAN POV

When Y/N had first started hunting with the us a few months back, I tried so hard to push her away. She was just so sweet and innocent. So beautiful. I couldn’t let her become a part of my life, couldn’t let her get messed up in all my shit, especially when she’d probably end up dying because of me. I didn’t want her story to become a tragedy. But no matter how hard I tried to make her go, it was like she’d stubbornly planted her feet, refusing to leave.

I never thought I’d say this, but it’s like she’s rewritten my story. I thought she was delusional, wasting her time, but now…things look brighter, and I know she’s the one responsible. Every time I see her, I swear I fall a little bit more in love with her. And I can’t just stand to the side anymore. I have to tell her.

Y/N POV

You were in your bedroom in the bunker, sprawled across your bed with a book in your hands. You were just flicking to the next page when a hesitant knock sounded at the door. “Who is it?”

Dean’s head poked around the door. “It’s me.”

“What can I do for you?” you asked, taking your bookmark off the bedside table and slotting it between the pages of the book. You sat up and crossed your legs, patting the space beside you for him to sit on. He came over, lowering himself onto the space you had vacated.

“Look, Y/N…you know I hate chick flick moments, but I have to say this.” You gazed at him expectantly while he paused to gather his thoughts. “Y/N, I’ve stuffed up so many times. All my life, everything I did felt so wrong. And then…you came along. And I thought you’d be better off without me, that you should just leave. But you didn’t.”

“Dean,” you began, reaching for his arm.

“No, I need to say this. Please,” he interrupted. You nodded, taking your arm back to let him carry on. “Y/N, I’ll never know why, but you rescued me. You came to me when it was dark, and it was like you turned on the lights. You saved me. And I’ll never be able to stop thanking you for that.” He stopped again, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Y/N, every time I see you, it’s like nothing else matters. All I can think about is how beautiful you are. I’ve never been higher, and it’s because of you. I love you, Y/N.”

Tears swam in your eyes, and you blinked them back. “Dean,” you whispered, “do you really mean all of that?”

“Every word,” he murmured back. You threw your arms around him, burying your head into the crook of his shoulder. His arms wound their way around your waist and he pulled you tightly against him, burying his nose in your hair.

“That was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” you told him softly, your voice thick with unshed tears. “And Dean?” you added. “I love you, too.”

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

Hi. I’m glad you liked it! I just hope this one is just as good.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Someone should do an imagine where dean and sam like the same girl :)

Anonymous

Hi. Your wish is my command! I hope the wait was worth it.

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“Y/N? Come on, wake up.” Slowly, you began to regain consciousness, Dean’s voice reaching into the deep waters of sleep and pulling you out. You felt yourself being rocked and realised that Dean had his hand on your shoulder and was shaking you, trying to rouse you from your slumber.

You sat up slowly, running your fingers through your hair to pull it back from your face. Blinking sleepily, you glanced around the room, noticing the sunlight filtering in through the curtains, lighting up the dated motel furniture. “What time is in?” you muttered groggily, pushing back the covers.

“It’s about 9:30,” Dean answered, causing you to look up at him in surprise.

“9:30? Huh. You actually let me sleep in for a change. And you didn’t throw a pillow at me to wake me up,” you observed. “What’s the deal, Winchester?”

“Nothing,” Dean shrugged. “What, I can’t just be nice for a change without having having my motives questioned?” You eyed him warily, checking to see if this was some kind of trap or prank.

“I suppose you can,” you answered. “And thanks. The sleep in was nice,” you added, heading towards the motel’s kitchenette. “Woah! What’s going on this morning? First Dean letting me sleep in, and now you’re making pancakes?”

Sam stood before you, a bowl of batter on the counter beside him and the frying pan in front of him. He stood with a spatula in hand, flipping over a pancake before transferring it to a plate. “Yeah. Aren’t they your favourite?” he asked, sliding the plate across the counter towards you.

“Um, yeah. Yeah they are,” you answered, picking up the bottle of maple syrup and pouring some across your pancake. You began to tuck into it, but after a few bites, you lowered your cutlery.

“Is it not cooked through?” Sam asked in concern. You shook your head, swallowing the piece that was in your mouth.

“No, it’s fine. Great, actually. But it’s just…” You trailed off, not sure how to pose your question. By this point, Dean had come over as well, and he lowered himself into the chair beside you.

“What’s wrong?” he queried, giving you a once over to check for any signs of harm. Sam had lowered the spatula and he, too, was watching you.

“There’s nothing wrong! I just don’t understand why you’re both being so nice to me!” At their looks of confusion and hurt, you hurried on. “Not that I don’t think you’re mean to be or anything, but you’ve got to admit, you’re both being weird this morning. You’re acting completely different than usual. And whilst the sleep in and pancakes are great, I just want to know why.”

You gazed at the brothers expectantly, hoping for an answer. The two of them exchanged a glance, before directing their gaze elsewhere. Sam looked down at the pancakes, prodding at them to see if they were cooked. Dean stared into his coffee mug, swishing it around. After a couple of minutes, you finally decided to break the silence. “Is there something you guys aren’t telling me?”

Dean cleared his throat, before starting to speak. “Actually, Y/N, Sammy and I were talking last night and we found out that, um…” He glanced up at Sam for assistance.

“It turns out that we both have feelings for you,” Sam stated, picking up where Dean had left off. You sat in stunned silence, processing this revelation. You opened and closed your mouth several times, trying to work out how to respond.

“So you guys are treating me like this because you’re trying to impress me?” you finally asked. When they both nodded, you sucked in a sharp breath. “Wow, um, I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s alright,” Sam assured you. “There’s no pressure on you or anything.” Dean nodded in agreement. It was this action that drove you to your decision.

“Look, guys…you’re both great. And I love you both. Just not in that way. But even if I did, I don’t think I could go out with either of you. I just couldn’t pull you both apart like that,” you explained. Both boys looked down, attempting to hide their disappointment. “I’m really sorry. To both of you.”

“Don’t be,” Dean answered, looking up at you. “It’s not your fault. You can’t help the way you feel. And what you said…well, I think you make a very good point. I don’t think I could ever go out with you knowing Sam likes you, and I’m sure he feels the same way.”

“Exactly,” Sam agreed. “Did you want another pancake?”

“Am I still allowed to have one?” you joked.

“Of course,” Sam assured you. “You’re our friend, and friends make each other pancakes.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” You grinned, helping yourself to the fresh pancake Sam handed to you.

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Hello there! Could you write one about dean and the reader please!!! Maybe where dean and the reader are in the impala singing shes my cherry pie at the top of her lungs and then he ends up telling her he loves her? Please?!(:

Anonymous

Hi! I’m sorry this took so long, but I hope you like it!

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You and Dean were sitting in the front seat of the Impala, driving back to the bunker. The dark expanse of road stretched out before you for as far as you could see and at this time of night, you were the only ones on the road. AC/DC was blaring out through the speakers yet again, and you sighed in exasperation. “Dean, can’t we listen to something else?”

“Hey, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole,” he stated, cutting you a glance from the corner of his eye.

“Dean,” you whined, desperate to listen to something different.

“Fine,” he huffed, gesturing to a box sitting at your feet. “There’s some stuff in there. Pick something.” You grinned, reaching down to pick up the box. You settled it into your lap and started rifling through the cassettes, looking for some music that appealed to you. Finally, you found something good and popped it into the slot.

“What did you pick?” Dean asked as you put the box back on the floor.

“You’ll see!” you chirped. The opening bars filled the air and Dean groaned. “Hey, no dissing the song,” you told him, reaching over and turning up the music. As the lyrics began, you sang along to them. “She’s my cherry pie! Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise!” You looked over and saw Dean shaking his head in exasperation at you whilst his eyes stayed on the road. You nudged him. “Sing with me! I know you know the words.” Dean sighed dramatically, but joined in none the less.

“SHE’S MY CHERRY PIE! OH YEAH! SHE’S MY CHERRY PIE! PUT A SMILE ON YOUR FACE, TEN MILES WIDE!” You were both singing at the top of your lungs, rocking out before an imaginary audience. You were dancing in your seat while Dean beat his hands against the steering wheel. When the end of the song came, you both burst out laughing, sending each other huge grins.

“God, you’re such an idiot,” Dean laughed. “But that’s why I love you.” He suddenly froze, the grin slipping from his face, and he stared straight ahead, not taking his eyes off the road.

“You what?” you asked, startled at what he’d just said. It was incredibly rare for Dean to say things like that. Whilst he often showed his affection, he rarely ever stated it outright.

Dean hesitated for a moment, then seemed to decide something. He straightened up, glancing at you as he drove. “I love you,” he repeated. “I have for a while now but I just didn’t want to say anything. But when I saw you singing along like that…I couldn’t hold it back anymore.”

You grinned at him, a soft blush creeping along your cheekbones. “I wish I’d picked the music sooner,” you told him in a soft voice. You didn’t need to say anything else. He knew what you meant.

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Can you do an imagine where the Y/N isn't like the usual super pretty girls Sam usually likes. She's tall and curvy. But she thinks she's fat because society has made her believe that. She was a overweight kid and was bullied. But maybe Sam loves her anyways? I hope he would. Please?

Anonymous

Hi. I think Sam would love her anyway as well. And I’m so sorry for the wait. I hope it was worth it.

Warnings: Reader is self-conscious about her weight, there is a flashback to bullying about the reader’s weight.

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You looked around the diner at all the young, pretty waitresses. Girls with gorgeous hair, the perfect figure and who could pull off just about any look. They were the kind of girls that Sam always seemed to go for. Girls completely unlike you, with your immense height that dwarfed half the guys you met, and your curves. Well, that was the polite way of putting it. Even as a kid, you’d been bullied for being overweight.

——

“Hey, Y/N!” a voice called out. You turned to find a group of popular kids a few tables away staring at you. They were the girls everyone wanted to be, and the guys everyone wanted to be with. Most of them had smirks on their faces, and a few were even whispering to each other, casting glances in your direction every few moments. You looked down at your plate, dreading how this exchange would go.

“What is it?” you called back.

Drew, the captain of the football team, stood up and began sauntering towards your table. As he passed his team mates, a few reached up to offer him high fives, whilst most of the girls giggled at him as he walked by. “My friends and I,” he began, glancing back at his table with a smirk, “were just talking to the lunch ladies, and much to our disappointment, we were told that all the doughnuts had gone.”

You crossed your arms across your body, looking down to avoid eye contact with him. “Why are you telling me this?” you asked quietly, knowing that some snide remark was sure to come.

“Well, we were told that if we wanted doughnuts, there were plenty over here at your table. Apparently you’re a regular with the lunch ladies. You’re even known to some as the ‘Doughnut Girl.’” His friends burst out laughing, cheering him on. Some even began to pound the table and chant ‘Doughnut Girl,’ causing several groups of students across the cafeteria to join in.

You bit your lip, pushing back from your table and fleeing from the cafeteria, leaving your uneaten lunch behind. “Why the rush?” Drew shouted out to you above the noise of the other students. “Was there a special at McDonald’s or something?” You picked up the pace at these words, wanting to escape the cafeteria before the tears started to stream down your face.

Finally, you locked yourself in one of the cubicles in the bathroom, the sound of ‘Doughnut Girl’ ringing in your ears.

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“Y/N? Y/N!” you jumped in your seat, looking up to see Sam staring at you from across the table. You blinked a couple of times, trying to clear the memories from your mind.

“Um, sorry, I zoned out for a bit. What were you saying?”

“I was asking which size fries you wanted,” Sam said. You turned your gaze downward, suddenly ashamed to be ordering something so fatty. Sam was one of the sweetest guys you’d ever met and although he’d never say anything, you knew that he had to be thinking the same thing your classmates had all thought. You were fat.

“Actually, I don’t think I want the fries anymore,” you told him, avoiding eye contact. You glanced down at the menu, picking the first thing that caught your eye. “I think I’ll have a garden salad instead.”

Sam cocked an eyebrow, glancing at you questioningly. “Are you sure?” When you nodded in response, he called over a waitress and placed your order. When she went off to the kitchen, Sam turned his attention back to you. “What’s wrong?”

“Why would you think something was wrong?”

“For starters, when you zoned out before, you looked pretty upset,” he answered. “And then you decided not to order the fries, even though yesterday you claimed that they were the best fries you had ever had.” Sam was looking at you intently, studying your features. “You know you can tell me if something’s up.”

“Nothing’s up. I just thought that I should probably start watching my weight,” you told him, tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt.

“What?” Sam exclaimed, looking genuinely surprised. “Why would you need to watch your weight? You’re in great shape!”

You glared at him. “Maybe diner dinners and take outs every night work for you, but not everyone can be so lucky,” you said witheringly. Sam gazed back at you in confusion, understanding slowly creeping over his features.

“You think you’re fat,” he announced. You didn’t answer, which he took as confirmation. “Y/N, why would you think that? You’re beautiful. And you have a great body! I mean, you seriously rock those curves -”

You scoffed, cutting him off. “Curvy is pretty much a synonym for fat.” You looked up to find Sam shaking his head in disbelief. He reached across the table and clasped your hands between his own.

“Y/N, I want you to listen to me right now. You are not fat,” he stated firmly. “You know what you are? Tall, curvy and beautiful. How could you possibly think otherwise?”

“Everyone I went to school with used to tell me I was fat,” you murmured, swallowing the lump in your throat. Sam looked outraged, and you continued on before he could make a comment. “They called me ‘Doughnut Girl.’ And then you always seem to go after all the skinny, model-type girls.”

Sam frowned at you, trying to read the meaning of your words. “What have I got to do with any of this?”

You smiled weakly. “I thought you were smart, Sammy.”

Realisation dawned upon him, and his fingers tightened their grip on your hands. “Y/N, do you like me?” You nodded slowly, afraid of his reaction. Your worst fears were confirmed when he started laughing. You were about to snap at him, but he started speaking again. “God, I thought my feelings were only one way!”

“Wh-what?” you asked shakily, stunned by his response.

“I’ve liked you for ages,” he explained. “You’re so smart, and funny, and kind and sexy. I never thought you could ever be interested in me.” A grin broke out across your face, and your heart picked up its pace. A waitress walked by, and you signalled to her to get her attention.

“Can I help you with anything?” she asked.

“Um, yeah,” you answered, sending a quick glance in Sam’s direction. “Do you think we could have a side of fries?”

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can you please do one where dean finds out that the reader (his girlfriend) does drugs casually and he makes a fight out of it (you can choose the ending)

Anonymous

Hi. I’m sorry this took a while to write. And I know virtually nothing about drugs, so I’m sorry if there were any mistakes or whatever.

I must say, I’m actually really pleased with how this turned out. I’m a lot happier with it than I have been with recent imagines.

Warning: Drug use.

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You lit up another joint, allowing the buzz to wash over you. It had been a long day. You, Sam and Dean had gone to hunt down a spirit, but before you had managed to gank it, it had attacked, killing two young children. There was nothing more you could’ve done, but you still felt guilty. You needed something to take the edge off, and that’s when you’d pulled out the stash of weed you kept hidden in your duffel bag.

You didn’t smoke it regularly, just when hunting got a bit too much. You’d never told the boys about it, but not because you were ashamed. You just didn’t feel like it was any of their business. This was your private indulgence, no one else’s.

Looking around, you noticed things about your bedroom that you’d never payed attention to before. The marijuana-induced high had brought things into clarity, sharpening the corners of the furniture, enhancing the colour of your posters.

Unfortunately, it also sharpened your hearing, so when someone started pounding on your bedroom door, you had to cover your ears to block out the harsh sound. “Y/N? What the hell are you doing in there? What’s that smell?”

You froze, staring at the joint resting between your fingers. You knew that there was no way you could hide it from him, especially when you knew that he was about to come bursting through your door at any moment.

The moment the thought had entered your mind, Dean pushed your door open and strode into the room. He came to a halt just before your bed, eyes drawn to your hands.

“Y/N, are you smoking weed?” His voice came out tight, as if he was simultaneously trying to force the words out whilst keeping more words held in. His fists were clenched at his sides, and his face was slowly turning a deep shade of red.

You decided to come clean. “Yes, Dean, I am.”

“What the hell, Y/N?” Dean yelled. “Why would you do that?”

“What’s the big deal?” you exclaimed. You stood up, walking over so that you and Dean were face to face.

“What’s the big deal? The big deal is that I just found out my girlfriend does drugs!”

“So? It’s not like I do it all the time. Just every so often, to take the edge off!”

“Take the edge off? There are better ways of doing that, you know,” Dean stated.

You scoffed. “What, like drinking my way into oblivion like you do? No thanks, I’m fine doing things this way.”

Dean’s whole body was taut, as though every ounce of his energy was going into refraining from lashing out in some way. He glared down at you, infuriated by your words. “At least when I drink, I’m not doing myself harm.”

“Um, hello? Liver failure? Ever heard of it?” you asked. You gazed up at Dean, refusing to back down. “Dean, the way I see it, smoking a joint every so often isn’t going to do me much harm. And I’m responsible about it. It’s not like I do it before a hunt or anything. I’d never risk someone else’s safety.”

“Why?” Dean asked abruptly, throwing off your train of thought.

“Why what?”

“Why do you do it?” Dean repeated, being more clear about his meaning. “You said it’s to take the edge off. The edge off what?”

You sighed, all fight leaving your body. “Sometimes…sometimes hunting gets a bit much. And I just need to lose myself a bit. Get away from it all. And today…after what happened to those kids…today was one of those days.”

Dean’s expression softened, and he took a step towards you. “Why didn’t you tell me something was wrong?”

“Because I knew you and Sam were affected by it too and I didn’t want to bother you. Especially not when I have my own way of dealing with it.” Dean frowned down at the joint in disapproval, causing you to let out a sigh. “Look, Dean, I know you don’t like it, but this is just what I do. Alcohol helps you, marijuana helps me. That’s just the way it is.”

“What if it wasn’t the way things were?”

“Dean -”

“Just hear me out,” he cut in. “I drink when I feel like crap. And it’s the same for you with weed. But maybe…maybe those shouldn’t be our first choices. Maybe the next time I head for the liquor cabinet, I should turn around and head for your bedroom. And the next time you feel like lighting a joint, you should come find me. We can help each other out.”

“I thought you didn’t like chick flick moments,” you teased.

“Hey, even action movies have romantic subplots,” Dean pointed out. You took a step back, glancing up at him with your eyebrows raised in amusement. “Did I just say that?”

“Yep!” you sang.

“Whatever. My point is, we’re in a relationship. And that means we should help each other out when things get a bit too much. What do you say?”

You looped your arms around Dean’s neck, drawing him in towards you. You looked up into his green eyes, finding them gazing right back at you. “I think that that’s the best idea you’ve ever had.”

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Can you do one where the reader and Sam are dating but Gabriel gets jealous and tries to kiss you then you and Sam have a huge fight then some fluff at the end, sorry if it sucks :(. Love your writing over read all of you stories gosh they're amazing <3

Anonymous

Hi! Thank you so much! That really means a lot to me. I’m sorry this imagine took a while to write. I hope you like it!

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You turned around at the sound of fluttering wings. “Gabriel?” you gasped, your eyes widening in shock. “What the hell? I thought you were dead!”

“Death is so…boring. Doesn’t suit me at all.”

“But how…?”

He brushed your question aside. “So many questions. Just go with it.”

You straightened up again. “Sam and Dean will probably be back soon. I suppose you could wait for them, but I don’t know how they’d react…”

“Actually,” Gabriel cut in, “it was you I was hoping to see.”

“Me? Why would you come to see me?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re pretty hot. I thought we could get to know one another.” Gabriel sauntered towards you, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

“Actually, I don’t know about that. I’m with Sam. I love him,” you explained, backing up until your back met the wall.

“What a shame. We could always just not tell him.” Gabriel leaned towards you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close.

“Gabriel -”

“What the hell is this?” Sam demanded. You looked around Gabriel to find Sam striding into the motel room, a furious expression on his face.

“I’ll take that as my cue to leave,” Gabriel announced, vanishing into thin air.

“What are you doing here, Sam?” you asked shakily. “I thought you and Dean weren’t going to be back for another half hour.”

“Oh, so that makes it okay for you to go around kissing other guys, huh?”

“No, Sam. You don’t understand -”

“You’re right,” Sam interrupted. “I don’t understand. How could you do that to me? I thought you loved me! But now you’re going around cheating on me? How long has this been going on, huh? Did you know Gabriel was still alive this whole time?”

“Sam!” you yelled. “I literally found out that he was still alive five minutes ago. And I wasn’t cheating on you! I’d never do that!”

“It didn’t look that way to me.”

“That’s because you came in at the wrong time!” you exclaimed. “Sam, he just appeared in the room and tried to kiss me. But I said no! I told him that I love you!”

“So…you aren’t cheating on me?” Sam confirmed.

You sighed in exasperation. “No, Sam, I wasn’t. Although I’ve gotta say, it kind of hurts that you don’t seem to trust me.”

“Oh, no. Of course I trust you,” Sam assured you. “It’s just…relationships don’t really work out for me. I got jealous and I assumed the worst. I’m sorry.”

Your expression softened. “Hey, it’s okay,” you told him, drawing him into your arms. “Just promise me that if anything like that happens again, you’ll hear me out first.”

“I promise. As long as you let me kill Gabriel next time I see him.”

You burst out laughing. “Good luck with that.”

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Can you do an imagine where the reader has a huge crush on Dean but he always bullies her and hits her he treats her like a boy and she gets pissed after a hunt why is up to you and she gets so mad and cries and something love UR imagines!!

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Hi. I’m really sorry about the wait! But I hope you like this, although I felt the ending was a bit weak.

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You gazed up at Dean. “You did a seriously good job of taking down those vamps. I could never take down that many at once.”

“Maybe if you didn’t slack off during training all the time, you’d stand a chance,” he replied.

“Dean,” Sam said reproachfully as you flushed, ducking your head in shame.

“I’m just telling it like it is, Sammy. Now let’s get in the car and go back to the bunker.” When you didn’t move straight away, Dean grabbed your shoulder and shoved you towards the car.

As the Impala sped off, you hunched down in the back seat, letting the music and conversation wash over you.

—-

“I thought that hunt went pretty well,” Dean announced, striding into the bunker and dropping his bag onto the floor. “Although it could’ve gone better if certain people pulled their weight.”

Something in you snapped. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Dean Winchester?”

“Excuse me?” he answered.

“Y/N,” Sam began.

You cut him off. “Could you please give Dean and I a minute?” Sam nodded and walked out of the room, glancing back at you in concern.

“Why are you like this with me?” you demanded, angrily brushing away the tears that were spilling down your face.

“Are you crying?” Dean asked in astonishment.

“Yes, Dean, I’m crying. Because I’m HUMAN. You know what else humans do? They make mistakes! But that doesn’t give you the right to criticise every little thing I do!”

“Y/N -”

“No. I don’t want to hear it,” you interrupted. A harsh laugh escaped you. “You know what the worst part is? You always pick on me, and shove me, and make snide remarks about me. But despite all that, I like you, Dean. I’ve got a big, stupid crush on you. Not that it matters, because you apparently haven’t realised that I’m not one of the guys!”

“Look -”

“I’m not finished!” you yelled in a shrill voice. “All I ever do is try to impress you, earn your respect. But all you ever do is treat me like shit. But I keep trying, and I hate myself for it!”

“Y/N, please just listen to me,” Dean pleaded. “I only treat you like that because I’m trying to protect you!”

“What kind of fucked up logic is that, Winchester?” you whispered fiercely.

“I admit, it’s stupid. But you shouldn’t be hunting! It’s dangerous, Y/N!”

“You think I don’t realise that?”

“Apparently not, because you still do it!” he exclaimed.

“So do you!” you yelled back.

“But I don’t want you getting hurt because I’m in love with you!” he burst out.

“You - what?” You didn’t know how to continue. Dean had completely thrown you off with this latest revelation.

“I’m in love with you,” he repeated. “And like an idiot, I thought that if I made you think you sucked at hunting, you’d give it up and you could be safe. I was wrong, okay? But I was only trying to protect you!”

“Dean, if you want to protect me, teach me to throw knives, or shield me from monsters or something,” you explained. “But this? Making me feel like shit? That’s only going to hurt me more, just in different ways.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he murmured, stepping towards you.

“I’m sure you are, Dean,” you told him, taking a step back. “But don’t just think that we can kiss and make up and all this can be forgotten. If you want to put this behind us, then you need to sort yourself out and start treating me with respect.” Dean smiled. “What?”

“It’s just, that’s exactly why I love you. You don’t take shit from anyone.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve put up with plenty from you in the past. But that stops now. You have to prove yourself to me.”

“Deal.”

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Can you write where the reader is with Dean and she goes with him and Sam on a hunt and a shifter steals her identity without them knowing, kidnaps the reader, and takes her place so that it can get in with the Winchesters but they start to realize something is off and pick up on the little things that the shifter does that the reader wouldn't and they have to find the reader and when they find her the shifter, which got away, is already there and they can't tell them apart anymore?

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Hi. I’m so, so sorry you’ve had to wait so long for this. I just really didn’t know how to write this. But I hope I’ve done a good job on it!

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Y/N POV

“You ready?” Sam asked.

“Yep,” you replied, gripping the handle of your silver knife.

“You be careful, alright?” Dean said. “I don’t want you getting hurt. And remember, when we get inside the sewers, don’t go too far in. Let Sammy and I search for the shifter. You just be on guard in case we need a hand, alright?”

“Yes, Dean. I know. You’ve only gone over the plan a thousand times.”

“I just want to make sure you’re okay.” Dean pulled you in for a kiss. “Alright. Let’s go.”

You did as Dean asked, hanging back just inside the entrance to the sewers. The boys had been gone for quite a few minutes and your feet were getting tired, but you didn’t dare lean back against the wall, for fear of getting sewer slime on you.

The sound of dripping rang out through the tunnels, and you desperately wished the boys would come back soon. The cold and stench of the sewers was really getting to you.

A footstep sounded out in the tunnel behind you. “Oh thank God,” you sighed. “I thought you guys would never -” You froze. It wasn’t Sam and Dean approaching you.

“That’s cute,” the shifter began, sauntering towards you. “You didn’t realise it was me. You know what else is cute? Those hunters you’re with. Sam and Dean, was it? I might just try to get a behind the scenes glimpse. Now let’s see. How could I possibly convince them to take me home with them? Hmm.” The shifter frowned, placing a finger on its chin in mock contemplation. “Oh, I know! I could always pretend to be you!”

“You bitch,” you spat. You charged towards it, bringing the knife up, ready to plunge it into her heart. However, at the last second, the shifter moved, hissing in pain as your knife grazed her forearm.

“You are so going to regret that.” In a flash, the shifter had you pinned to the ground, the knife clattering towards the other side of the tunnel.

“Get off me!” you grunted, thrusting your body upwards to push her off.

“I don’t think so.” The shifter turned you over and began to bind you with some rope from the floor of the tunnel. You struggled to free yourself, but the shifter was much stronger than you were expecting, as well as being in a better position than you.

“Y/N?” Dean called out.

“Show time,” the shifter murmured in your ear. She dragged you further into the tunnel, changing into you as she did. “I’m here!” she called out to Dean.

“You all right?”

“Yeah, sure,” she replied, moving back to the tunnel’s entrance. “Except that you guys took forever. It’s freezing down here. Not to mention the smell. Did you kill it?”

“No. We think it’s out going after another victim,” Sam replied, coming into view.

“I’m just glad you both are safe.” The shifter stepped over to Dean, running her hands up his chest and pulling him into a long, passionate kiss.

“Really, guys?” Sam complained.

“Shut up, Sam,” Dean responded. “Just lead the way up. We can come back another time.” As the brothers climbed up out of view, the shifter turned back, sending a taunting smirk in your direction.

Third Person POV

Dean flopped onto the motel’s bed. “God, I was hoping that’d be over already. I can’t believe we have to keep searching!”

“Yeah, and in the meantime, more people are probably going to die,” Sam added.

“Guys, shit happens. Don’t be too hard on yourself,” Y/N said.

“You’re right,” Dean answered. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not pissed off. Did you want to take the shower first?”

“Yeah, sure,” Y/N replied, stepping into the small bathroom.

“Huh,” Sam said.

“What is it?”

“She forgot her body wash. She uses that religiously after every hunt.” He pulled it out of Y/N’s duffel bag, then knocked on the bathroom door. “Y/N?”

“What?” she called out over the noise of the shower.

“You forgot your body wash.”

“Oh. Thank you,” she answered, reaching her hand around the door to get it. When she’d pulled it back in and the door was shut, Dean turned to Sam.

“Sammy, does she seem different to you?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, for one thing, she forgot her body wash,” Dean explained. “And for another, did you see the way she acted in the car? She didn’t seem to know any words to the music, even though I’ve played those songs a thousand times. And did you see her just before we got out of the sewers? I mean, I’m not complaining or anything, but she doesn’t normally kiss me like that in front of you.”

“So what are you - crap,” Sam swore.

“You reckon she’s the shifter, too?” Dean confirmed, already moving towards the bathroom door.

“Definitely.”

Dean kicked down the bathroom door, moving aside to let Sam in with the knife. “Damn it!” Sam exclaimed.

“What is it?” Instead of answering, Sam just pointed towards the open window. “We better get moving then,” Dean added grimly, heading off in the direction of the Impala.

Y/N POV

Footsteps clattered down the ladder into the sewers. “Hello?” you called out. “Can someone help me?”

“Nope, it’s me again,” your voice called back.

“I have way too big a headache to deal with this,” you moaned, watching your own figure approach.

“There are ways to erase headaches,” the shifter smirked, the gleam of a blade coming from her right hand. When she got close to you, you swung your legs out, causing her to topple over, hitting her head against the wall.

You rolled across the floor, fumbling for the knife she had dropped. You finally managed to wrap your fingers around the handle, awkwardly manoeuvring the blade towards the rope binding your wrists. The shifter must have been in a hurry when she bound you, because the ropes fell away relatively quickly.

You leaped up, preparing to attack the shifter when a thump came from the sewer’s entrance. “Y/N? Are you down here?” Dean’s voice rang out.

“Dean!” you rushed forward, diving into his arms. Your voice came out muffled against his shoulder. “Thank God you’re here.”

“Sam. Dean,” the shifter croaked out feebly from the shadows of the tunnel. “Help me. The shifter…it attacked me. It had me tied up.”

Sam and Dean’s eyes darted back and forth between you and the shifter. “Uh, Dean? You might just want to think twice before you start stabbing anyone,” Sam warned.

“You mean, you don’t recognise me?” the shifter asked, stumbling into the faint light coming in from above. “Dean…it’s me. You have to believe me.”

Dean’s eyes were pained. “No,” you interjected. “You can’t just tie me up and make out with my boyfriend, and then try to take over my life. Because you know what? The boys aren’t the only badasses in this little trio. I’m pretty good too, even if I say so myself.” You turned to Dean. “Cut me.”

“What?”

“I said cut me!” you repeated impatiently. “It’s the only way to prove I’m not a shifter.” Dean eyed you warily, before grabbing your arm and pulling it closer.

“No,” the shifter cried out, darting forward. Sam grabbed her, holding her back while Dean dragged the knife across your arm. When nothing unusual happened, he spun around, lashing out at the shifter with the knife. It sunk into her chest, sending her body crumpling into ground.

“Thank you for saving me,” you whispered, pulling Dean into your arms for a second time. When he didn’t respond, you pulled back. “Dean? What’s wrong?”

“It looks like you,” he whispered, his gaze fixated on the shifter. “I stabbed a shifter, and now your body is lying on the ground with a knife sticking out of your chest.”

“Dean, look at me. Dean,” you demanded, turning his face to look at you. “It does look like me. But it’s not. I am right here, touching you. Can you feel that, my warmth? That’s because I’m still alive. I’m safe, and it’s because of you.”

Dean continued staring at you for another few moments, before pulling you tightly against him. “Promise me I’ll never have to see your body lying on the ground like that,” he murmured, clutching you tightly.

“I promise.”

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Thanks for reading! I was going to write more today, but I had to spend my first proper day of the school holidays at an all day drama rehearsal. Damn. But it was actually quite fun, so I shouldn’t really be complaining.

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