This is a repost of my earlier post (if anyone’s confused).
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You dropped your spoon back into your empty bowl of ice cream, suddenly hating yourself for devouring it as quickly as you had. As you sat there alone, in the dimly lit kitchen of the bunker in the middle of the night, all you could think about was the scales ticking over, adding yet another kilo to what was already considered more weight than acceptable.
“Y/N? What are you doing up?” You jumped at the sound of Dean’s voice, turning to see him entering the room in his grey robe, his hair tousled and his eyes drooping with exhaustion.
“I, uh, couldn’t sleep,” you mumbled, looking down and hoping he wouldn’t notice the bowl in front of you, empty save for a few melted dregs of ice cream.
“Me neither,” he answered, treading towards the freezer. As he opened the door and looked in the top drawer, you saw a frown cross his features. “Huh,” he said. “I thought we still had a tub of ice cream left in here. Guess Sammy will have to pick some up when he’s in town tomorrow.” Immediately, a sense of guilt washed over you, filling you right to the pit of your stomach. Hastily, you got up from the table, attempting to leave the room before anymore could be said. But in doing so, you managed to knock your empty bowl with your hand, sending the spoon clattering to the ground.
“Woah, hey, easy there,” Dean said, bending down to pick it up for you. As he righted himself, he noticed the bowl on the table, and you saw the realisation dawn on him.
“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, tears springing to your eyes. “I didn’t mean to eat it all. I’m just so sorry.” As you went on, the words became harder to get out, competing with the sobs that were starting to form in your throat.
“Hey, hey, what’s going on, Y/N?” Dean asked, concern evident in his features as he guided you into a chair. “What’s all this about? Why the tears?”
“Because I ate it all,” you explained, unable to meet his eyes. “God, I’m such a pig,” you added in an undertone.
“Hey, you are not a pig,” Dean responded, crouching down to look into your eyes. “And who cares if you ate all the ice cream? I was going to if you didn’t. It’s no big deal.” You scoffed, angrily brushing away the stray tears that had spilled over the lower lids of your eyes.
“Yeah, for you maybe,” you retorted, eyeing his figure enviously. “You can eat anything you want and it doesn’t matter. You don’t have this,” you told him, grabbing at your stomach with your hands. “You don’t have to worry about buying clothes and them not coming in your size, or the looks of people in a diner when you decide to order a burger or the look of the cashier when you add chocolate to your groceries. You don’t have to worry about any of that because you aren’t FAT.” By the end of this, the sobs had become more pronounced, and you knew you wouldn’t be able to choke out any more. You didn’t want to either, knowing how pathetic you sounded.
“Screw them,” Dean answered, and you could hear the anger underlying his words. Surprised, you looked up, and saw him gazing at you with his jaw locked, a muscle twitching further back. His eyes held yours and behind the anger, you saw pain too. “Why should any of their opinions matter?” he demanded, continuing to hold your gaze. “If anyone is looking at you and thinking bad thoughts, then they’re clearly all idiots because you are freaking gorgeous, Y/N.”
“Wh-what?” you replied, shocked at the turn this conversation had taken. “N-no, I’m no-“
“Dammit, Y/N,” Dean interjected, shooting up from his crouch in frustration. “Why do you degrade yourself like this?” Seeing you recoil, he softened his tone, attempting to put you back at ease. “I just meant that you’re beautiful, just the way you are. And who gives a damn if you’re packing a bit of extra weight? You make the best goddamn pie I’ve ever tasted and I’ve never met a hunter who’s as good a shot as you, or who cares as much about the people they’re trying to protect. You make everyone else around you feel important, like they matter. That’s what made me fall in love with you.”
Your breath caught in your throat. “That’s what made you…what?” Dean froze for a moment, clearly caught off guard by what he’d let slip, but regained his composure quickly enough.
“I’m in love with you,” he repeated, once more crouching down to meet your level. “And it hurts me to hear you talk that way about yourself, to know that you even think that way about yourself. Because I think you’re beautiful, inside and out. And I just wish that one day, you could learn to see yourself the way I see you.”
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Hey can you do a readerxcharlie please? It has to involve a movie night and the boys too please :3 thank you <3
Hi. I’m so sorry for the delay! But I hope this is what you were after.
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You settled down into the soft leather of the couch, the screensaver of the DVD player bouncing around the screen while you waited for everyone to get ready. Sam and Cas had already taken their places on the other seats in the room and Dean was just heading in, his hair damp from the shower he’d just taken.
You heard the pinging countdown of the microwave and as Charlie opened it, the smell of popcorn wafted towards you.
“Hurry up! I want to start the movie!” you called out to her. As she walked in and sat down, you grinned at her, grabbing a few pieces of popcorn and stuffing them into your mouth.
“Hey!” She slapped your hand away, sending the bowl down on the table where it was out of your reach. “Stop eating all the popcorn! The movie hasn’t even started yet.”
“But it’s traditional to eat it all before the movie starts!” you protested.
“I’m pretty sure that only works when you’re actually in a movie theatre,” Sam pointed out. He was leaning back into the cushions, his legs stretched out along the ground in front of him and his arms folded behind his head.
“Hush, Sam! I’m right. I’m always right.”
“You just go on thinking that,” Charlie teased. You playfully hit her arm before leaning in towards her, capturing her lips with your own. As you ran your hands through her red hair, she placed her hands on your hips, pulling you closer.
“Alright, alright. Tone it down, lovebirds!” Dean teased. “Just remember that I’ve got to watch TV on that couch!”
You shot him a mock glare, trying to contain your smile. But you and Charlie pulled apart none the less, with her moving to rest her head against your shoulder. “I don’t understand,” Cas announced, indifferent to what had been happening around him. You glanced up at the angel to find him seated upright on a chair, a confused frown on his face. In his hands was the DVD case, and he appeared to be reading the blurb. “Why would anyone want to watch a film about children killing one another?”
“There’s more to it than that, Cas,” you explained. “The Hunger Games is a very powerful and well-written story. It’s got a lot of social and political messages, too.”
“It still seems like a horrible tale to me,” he answered dubiously.
“Just give it a shot,” Sam encouraged.
“Who knows?” Charlie began. “You might like it so much that you’ll come and see Mockingjay Part 1 with us at the movies!”
“There are more of them?”
“Yep!” you answered. “The Hunger Games and Catching Fire are the only ones out at the moment, which we’ll be watching tonight. But late this year Mockingjay Part 1 comes out, followed by Mockingjay Part 2 next year!”
“Do you think you guys could stop all this crapping on?” Dean complained. “I want to start watching the movie!” He was sprawled across the lounge, his facial expression showing his agitation at the delay.
“Let’s start then,” Charlie stated, pointing the remote at the TV and pressing the play button.
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Well hi there. I hope I'm not a bother for asking, but I'm in a kinda awful spot, like deep deep deep drowning. I was wondering if you could write a Dean imagine based off of the song "can't help falling in love with you" by Elvis? And just really really really fluffy. Thank you... If you don't write it, it's totally okay, but I suggest you listen to the cover by Ingrid Michaelson. It's beautiful.
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Hi. I listened to both versions of the song that you mentioned, and I agree with you - the Ingrid Michaelson version is so beautiful! And if you ever want to talk, I’m here for you. I hope this imagine helps a bit.
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The Impala growled to a halt at the bunker, the last bars of a Led Zeppelin song fading out as Dean put Baby into park. Sam swung open his door, stepping out of the car. He grabbed his bag from the trunk and headed inside. You got out with the intention of following him but found your way blocked by Dean.
“Could I talk to you for a minute?” he asked nervously.
“Sure,” you answered, settling yourself against the side of the Impala. “What’s up?”
Dean cupped the back of his neck with his hand. “I’m not really sure how to say this,” he admitted. You gave him a teasing smile.
“In English would be preferable.” Dean grinned back at you, but his smile soon dropped as he remembered what he had to tell you. You reached out to grab his hand, intertwining his fingers with your own. “Dean, whatever it is that you have to say, you can. This is a circle of trust,” you teased, trying to put him at ease. When he didn’t seem to relax any further, you added, “Dean, I’m serious. I won’t have a go at you for whatever you say. You can trust me.”
Dean took a deep breath, gathering his courage. He opened his mouth and said, “Alright. I’m just gonna say this now before I lose my nerve. I love you Y/N.” You stood there in shock, gaping up at him and hanging on to his every word as he continued. “I know that some people would say I’m in idiot for telling you this so soon, but I just can’t help it. I can’t help falling in love with you. Rivers flow out to sea, trees grow towards the sky, and I am in love with you. It was just meant to be.”
At the end of Dean’s speech, tears were running down your face. You reached up, wiping them off on the end of your sleeve. “No one’s ever said anything that beautiful to me before,” you whispered.
“Well, they should’ve,” Dean replied. “Because you’re beautiful.”
You smiled up at him softly. “I think that maybe it’s a good thing no one has ever said anything like that to me before. I’m glad it was you who said it.”
“Why?” Dean murmured, his grip on your hand tightening ever so slightly.
“Because maybe you’re not the only one who can’t help themselves.”
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Hi ! Could I get an imagine where the reader is Garth's friend and they work together. One day, they met Dean and Sam, and Dean fall in love with the reader and he finally tell her and kiss her ? Reaaaally fluffy please !!!! Thaaaaaaaanks !!!
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Hi! I’m so, so sorry that it took so long for me to answer this request. It’s just when I first received it, I hadn’t gotten up to the Garth episodes and over the past couple of weeks, I’ve been having some pretty intense Supernatural marathon sessions and I’m FINALLY caught up to Australian TV! I’m still 2 episodes behind America though (so no spoilers!) but it means I’ll have more writing time!
Anyway, I hope it was worth the wait!
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“Hey, Garth!” you called as you walked into the motel room.
“Hey, Y/N,” he replied.
“So did you find out anything about the vampire we’re hunting?” you asked as you locked the door behind you.
“I did.”
“Well?” you asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It turns out we’re not dealing with one vampire,” Garth replied.
“So what? Two? Three?”
“More like a whole nest,” Garth answered reluctantly.
“What? Garth, we can’t take on an entire nest by ourselves!” you exclaimed.
“I know. That’s why I called in some other hunters to help us out.”
“Garth…”
“Look, Y/N, I know you aren’t particularly fond of working with other hunters but trust me. The guys I called are Sam and Dean Winchester. They’re great. I’m sure you’ll love them. And Dean loves pie, just like you!” Garth explained.
You sighed. “I don’t suppose there’s any chance of you telling them not to bother?”
“Nope!” Garth said. “Besides, they’re already on their way. They should be here within the hour.”
“Garth! A little warning next time!”
“Sorry,” he shrugged. “But I can’t help it if they were in the area.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Whatever. I’m gonna go have a shower before they get here.”
You stood under the hot water, letting it soak your sore muscles. You really loved hunting at times but the aches you got after working a job…let’s just say that you could definitely go without them.
You knew that you’d probably been in the shower for too long but you had nothing else to do, considering you and Garth couldn’t work on the case until the other hunters arrived. Besides, it was little luxuries like this that you lived for.
When you finally stepped out of the bathroom and got dressed, you could faintly make out voices coming from the main area of the motel room. With your hair still damp, you left the bathroom to see what was going on.
In front of you stood Garth with two other men.
“Y/N, I’d like you to meet the Winchesters,” Garth announced.
“Hey, I’m Sam,” said the first brother, who towered over you.
“I’m Dean.” You turned your gaze to the second brother. This one also stood above you, but didn’t dwarf you as much as Sam. And Dean was hot. There was no other way of putting it. And those eyes…
“I thought you guys weren’t going to be here for another half hour,” you said, snapping yourself out of your thoughts.
“Yeah, well, we got lucky with traffic and stuff like that,” Dean responded.
“It probably helps that you never follow the speed limit,” Sam interjected.
“Hey,” Dean protested. “It’s not my fault the Impala’s built the way she is. I just want Baby to be used to the best of her abilities.”
This piqued your interest. “You have an Impala? What year?”
“1967.”
“Awesome,” you grinned. “But maybe we should discuss the case?”
“Right,” Dean said. “The case. We were just talking and Sammy and I think that we should head out as soon as possible, while it’s still daylight.”
“Shouldn’t you guys prepare a bit?”
“Actually, Garth sent us all the info you had while we were driving here. Besides, this isn’t the first vampire nest we’ve taken down,” Sam explained.
“Oh. Ok then. I guess I’ll sort my stuff out then,” you answer, going over to your bed to pack your gear.
Garth followed you. “So. What do you think? I told you they were cool.”
“Shh! Garth! They can probably hear you!” you hissed.
“Don’t worry. The Winchesters and I are tight. They don’t mind,” Garth assured you.
“Right,” you replied with a roll of your eyes. “Well, come on then. Let’s get this show on the road.”
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The hunt was tough but finally, Dean decapitated the last vampire. The four of you stood in place, panting, before a voice finally pierced the silence. “You’ve just been Garthed.”
You couldn’t help it. You burst out laughing. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop and soon, all of you were in hysterics.
Finally, the four of you regained control and you looked up to find Dean gazing at you with a look of wonder.
“I’m gonna go out to the car and get some stuff to deal with these corpses,” Sam said.
“I’ll help you,” Garth answered. The two hunters left, leaving you and Dean alone.
“Why are you staring at me?” you asked.
“Because when you were laughing…you were just so beautiful, so full of life. You don’t see that in a lot of hunters,” Dean answered, walking over to you. “And I guess - I guess that I kind of want to make you laugh like that.”
“Wh-what?” you stammered out.
“I think…I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Dean began. “I think I’m falling in love with you, Y/N.”
“But you’ve just met me,” you said.
“Which is exactly why you should let me take you out on a date,” Dean responded. “I want to check if I’m right.”
“Well if you put it that way…” you trailed off.
Dean took another step towards you, so that your toes were touching. He moved his hand to cup the back of your neck and leaned down, fitting his lips to yours.
“So will you go out with me?” he asked, pulling back after a moment.
“Yeah,” you breathed out.
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Thank you for reading! Any requests or feedback you have are welcome. Also, this was my first time writing Garth (who I LOVE) so if you think he was a bit OOC, just let me know so I can work on it.
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