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Can you do an imagine where the reader has telekinesis, but doesn't want Dean and Sam to find out until the reader has to use the telekinesis to save them from demons?

Anonymous

Hi! I’m sorry for the wait. I’m not quite happy with the fight scene in this, but I hope the imagine is what you were after.

~~~~~

You sat on your bed, concentrating on the glass that sat on the kitchen table on the other side of the motel room. Slowly, it began to rise up into the air and float towards you.

The glass was about halfway across the room when you heard footsteps outside the door. You jumped, and your loss of concentration caused the glass to slam to the floor, shattering into tiny pieces.

“What are you doing in here?” Dean asked, entering the motel room.

“And why is there broken glass on the floor?” Sam added with a frown, coming in after him.

“I was just going to get a glass of water but I dropped it,” you lied. If you told them the truth, they’d think you were a freak with demonic powers, and you couldn’t stand it if they thought of you like that.

“Well do you think maybe next time you could clean it up instead of leaving it on the floor?” Dean asked. “I don’t want to have to get stitches because I stepped on glass.”

“Right. Of course. I was just about to do that,” you replied, jumping to your feet.

As you were collecting the shards into a paper towel, the boys outlined the case for you.

“So get this,” Sam began. “The other day, a teenage girl was attacked by an old woman. And by old, I mean 90 or something. So she was in no condition to be doing anything of the sort. Plus, this woman always goes to church, bakes cookies for the kids in her neighbourhood, that kind of thing. Your typical sweet old woman.”

“So we’re looking at a demon?” You stood up, putting the broken glass into the bin.

“Looks like it,” Dean answered. “You in?”

“Like you have to ask,” you scoffed.

“Good, because we’ve tracked her down and we’re ready to go when you are,” Sam informed you.

“Alright,” you nodded. “Just let me get changed and I’ll be all set.”

45 minutes later, you pulled up in front of an old barn.

“Why is an old woman living in a barn on the outskirts of town?” you asked.

“We did a bit of research and it turns out she grew up here,” Dean told you.

“I did the research, Dean. Not we.”

“Whatever, Sammy. Anyway, Y/N, it looks like the demon’s been using this as their base.”

“Alright then. Well, no use sitting around talking about it. Let’s go and take down the son of a bitch.”

If there was one thing you had learned from the Winchesters, it’s that you’ve always got to be on the ball, because things can turn sour almost instantly. And that was exactly what happened when you stepped into the barn.

Once your eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting, you saw that the old woman was in the middle of the barn. Surrounded by four other demons.

Three of them rushed at you, taking you by surprise. You grappled with your one, managing to knock them unconscious with only minimal injuries on your part. Looking up, you saw that Sam and Dean had had similar results.

But then one of the remaining demons stepped up and backhanded Dean across the room. He crashed into the wall and the demon knife went spinning off into the adjacent corner.

“Dean!” you screamed.

Sam made a grab for the knife, but the demon reached out and grabbed him, knocking him to the floor and laying punches on every area he could access.

An arm snaked around you from behind, spinning you around to pin you against the wall, where hands encircled your neck. You found yourself facing the old woman, whose face had started to go fuzzy around the edges. You could feel yourself blacking out but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get her hands off of your neck.

Your lungs were burning, your mouth gasping for air. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the knife glinting in a brief flash of sunlight. It was too far away for you to get to. Unless you resorted to more unconventional methods.

Focussing all your energy, you fixed your eyes on the handle, willing it into your hands. After the longest moment, you saw it begin to twitch. Once, twice, before sliding across the floor and then up into your open palm.

You gripped the handle tight and plunged the blade into the demon’s back. Her mouth opened wide, her face lighting up with orange flashes before her whole body collapsed to the floor.

“Get off me!” Sam yelled. You raced over to where Sam was struggling on the floor and took out the demon that was on top of him, before proceeding to stab the other demons lying unconscious on the floor.

“Are you alright?” you asked, going back over to him and offering your hand to help him up.

“Yeah,” Sam said slowly, looking at you in confusion. He opened his mouth to say something else, but a moan from the corner cut him off.

“Son of a bitch.” The two of you rushed to Dean’s side, checking to see if he was okay.

“Are you right to stand?” you asked.

“Give me a minute,” he replied. “But while we’re all sitting here, would you mind telling us how you managed to gank those demons, Y/N?”

“Yeah, last I checked, you were being strangled by one of them, and the knife was on the other side of the room. How did you kill her?” Sam questioned.

“I - um, you know, I guess - I guess I just got lucky,” you stammered.

“Getting lucky is finding $20 on the ground,” Dean informed you. “What happened to you was a freaking miracle. So again, how did you do it?”

“I don’t want to go into that…”

“Dammit, Y/N, just tell us!”

“No!” you shouted. Behind you, the barn door slammed shut.

“What the hell?” Sam murmured. Both boys turned to you, wondering why you’d flinched so hard at the loud bang.

“I didn’t mean to,” you whispered.

“Mean to do what?” Sam asked gently.

“This,” you answered, letting the door swing open again. “Sometimes it happens when I get angry.”

“Wait, that was you with the door?” Dean asked in disbelief.

You nodded your head slowly. “That’s how I got the knife. Telekinesis.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Sam wondered.

“I didn’t want you guys to think I was a freak,” you whispered.

“Y/N, we’d never think that about you,” Sam assured you.

“Damn right, we wouldn’t. Especially not when you just saved our lives with your abilities,” Dean added.

“Really?”

“Really,” Sam confirmed, giving you a smile which you readily returned. “And from now on? You don’t need to keep secrets from us. We’re family.”

~~~~~

I’m sorry, but the irony of that last bit Sam said! Anyway, thanks for reading!

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could you try a dean imagine where reader goes missing and he and Sam have been looking for lets say like a year to find her then they do and its cute? thank you(:(:

Anonymous

Hi! I’m sorry this took so long to write. I kind of added a bit to the request, but I hope it’s what you were after.

TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of deaths of family members, one instance of swearing.

~~~~~

You slammed the motel door shut, your hand fumbling with the lock. You could’ve sworn you saw him in your last town and even though you knew a locked door wouldn’t stop the demon, it felt good to have a barrier between you and what lurked outside.

Satisfied that you had shut yourself in properly, you sank onto the bed, the loss of adrenaline leaving you shaky.

Hunting had never been your strong point, but you did pick up one useful thing from the Winchesters - evasion. You had been on the run for a year, switching from motel to motel, leaving behind a string of rental cars and fake credit cards. You never wanted to leave the Winchesters, especially not Dean, but you weren’t going to drag them into your mess. If they were going to get hurt, it wouldn’t be because of you.

—-

“Well, well, well. Look at you,” the sly voice crowed from behind you.

Turning, you found yourself face to face with the demon who haunted your every nightmare, the one responsible for your involvement in the hunting life in the first place.

“I must say,” he continued, “when I first set out to kill your family, I thought the job would all get done in one go. But you have provided me with a great deal of entertainment. Despite the inconvenience,” he finished with a sneer.

“I’d get out of here quickly if I were you,” you said, mustering every ounce of courage you possessed to cover up your fear. “Sam and Dean are going to be here any minute. And they won’t be as lenient as me if they catch you around.”

“Lenient, is that what they’re calling it these days? Because I think we both know the real reason you aren’t doing anything to me, Y/N. Every time your little boyfriend Dean and his baby brother Sammy go out to fight monsters, you stay behind at the motel, doing research,” he mocked. “Which is all well and good, until they’re not around. Tell me, Y/N, how do you think Sam and Dean would feel if they found out I was having this conversation with you? How do you think Dean would react if he found out I ripped the heart out of his pretty little girlfriend? I think he’d be heartbroken don’t you?” the demon finished off, a cruel grin marring the lines of his face.

“Leave them out of this,” you said, your voice lacking the conviction it had held a minute ago.

“You want me to leave them out of this?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“How about this. I’ve rather enjoyed this little game of cat and mouse. And I will leave the Winchesters alone, so long as they don’t get the way of me getting to you. So if I were you, I’d run far, and fast. Because I’m only going to count to 60, and whether you’re ready or not, I’m gonna come.”

—-

A sharp knocking broke into your thoughts, slicing into your memory of that night. You sat bolt upright, watching the chain on the door rattle with each thump. You had thought you’d be safe here, but apparently he’d found you after all.

Your 60 seconds was up.

Deciding to go down fighting, you picked up the lamp from the side table and inched your way towards the door. Slowly, you unlocked the latch, letting the door swing inward. You raised the lamp above your head but just as it was about to come crashing down, you froze. Because you had been found, but not by the demon.

By the Winchesters.

You lowered your arm, gazing at the doorway in disbelief.

“Thank God you’re safe,” Sam murmured, wrapping his arms around you tightly. You hugged him back awkwardly, the lamp getting in the way.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, pulling away. Your gaze locked on Dean, taking in every feature, from his creased shirt to the bags under his eyes.

“We came looking for you,” Dean said in a strained voice. “What the hell were you thinking? It took us a year to find you! An entire fucking year!”

“I…” you started, unsure of where to begin.

“I’m gonna go back to the Impala,” Sam said, retreating from the door. “You guys need to sort some stuff out. I’m glad you’re safe, Y/N.”

When he had gone, you turned back to Dean.

“How could you do that to us? To me?” he yelled, pushing his way into the motel room and slamming the door.

“I was trying to protect you!” you yelled back.

“How is taking off in the middle of the night without any warning protecting us? Do you have any idea what we’ve been through this past year?”

“How dare you try to make it sound like it’s my fault! If I hadn’t gone when I did, he would’ve killed you!”

Dean tensed. “Who’s he? What happened? Did someone threaten you?”

Your voice caught in your throat. In all the daydreams you’d had over the past 12 months of reuniting with Dean, you’d never once imagined how you would explain to him why you left. Your mind had always just skipped to the chick flick moments, as Dean liked to call them.

“Dean, do you remember why I started hunting with you?”

“As if I could forget. Your family…” he trailed off, hit with the realisation. “It was him, wasn’t it? He found you.”

Slowly, you nodded. “Dean, you and Sam were out and I was outside the motel when he found me. The demon said that he wanted to finish what he’d started the night he’d murdered my family, and that if I wanted to keep you and Sam safe, I’d have to run. So I did.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asked, coming close enough that his breath danced across your skin. “We could have helped you.”

“I was scared, Dean,” you whispered. “Look at what he did to my family. I couldn’t let that happen to anyone else I love.”

Dean brought his hand up to your face, his thumb wiping away the tear that had started to slip down your cheek. “Y/N, there isn’t any person or monster on this earth I wouldn’t take on for you,” he murmured. “Never, ever forget that. Any time you feel scared, or threatened, tell me, because I’m always gonna be there to chase away every bad thing that comes for you.”

“But I don’t want you to get hurt because of me,” you choked out.

“It’s not because of you. Call me selfish, but I can’t imagine my life without you. The past year was hard enough. Let’s not make it a day more.”

“Do you really mean that?” you asked, your heart pounding out a familiar rhythm.

“I do,” he answered, cradling the back of your head to bring your lips to meet his.

As his lips found yours, you recognised the rhythm. It was every moment you had spent together. Every word, every touch. It was the song that your heart played for Dean.

~~~~~

Are my endings getting too cheesy? Anyway, thanks for reading!

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can you write a Dean imagine where Dean makes y/n watch a horror movie with him against her will and he comforts her when she's scared? Can it be really fluffy? I'm having a bad day and could use some cheering up. Thanks so much!

Anonymous

Hi! Normally, I would write things in the order that they get requested. But you’re an amazing person who doesn’t deserve to be having a bad day, so I made this a priority. I really hope it helps and I hope your day gets better! *sending hugs*

~~~~~

“Hey, Y/N!” Dean called as you walked past his bedroom in the bunker.

“Yeah?” you replied, backtracking to stand in his doorway.

“Do you want to watch a movie with me?”

“Depends. What movie were you planning on watching?”

“I just rented out The Conjuring,” he said, holding up the DVD case.

“I don’t know. I’m not really into that kind of thing…”

“What? You scared?” Dean teased.

“No!” you replied stubbornly.

“Then come watch it with me.”

“Fine,” you answered, reluctantly going over to sit beside him on the bed.

You hated horror movies. They scared the hell out of you. But seeing as you pretty much lived one with the Winchesters, you couldn’t tell Dean that. He’d never let you live it down.

The movie started off alright. A few parts made you jump but that was to be expected. But then you got to the part where the woman went down into the basement.

Throughout the whole scene, you were gripping the blanket. And then came the part where the hands reached out and clapped.

Screaming, you shoved the blanket off and whipped your head back and forth, checking the corners of the room to make sure nothing was hiding there.

“Hey, hey, Y/N, calm down!” Dean said grabbing a hold of your arm.

“Turn it off!” you screamed at him, your body shaking.

Dean fumbled for the remote and turned the TV off.

“What’s wrong? What is it?”

You shook your head, unable to talk through the sobs that were wracking your body.

“Shh,” Dean comforted you, drawing you against his chest. “Just take deep breaths, alright? Now, what’s wrong?”

“It-it’s just, the - the hands. When they reached out and - and they clapped and it - it r-really freaked me out,” you choked out.

“You’re scared of horror movies?” Dean asked in surprise.

You nodded, unable to meet his eyes.

“How? I mean, we do this kind of thing all the time.”

“I don’t know. They’ve just always scared me, ever since I was a kid,” you whispered.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dean asked.

“I didn’t want you to make fun of me,” you answered. “I thought you’d think I was being stupid.”

“Hey,” Dean said, tilting your chin up towards him. “I wouldn’t make fun of you for something you’re scared of, and I definitely don’t think you’re stupid. Everyone’s scared of something, no matter how irrational. For Sammy, it’s clowns. For me, it’s flying. No one can help their fears. All we can do is try to overcome them.”

You cracked a smile. “So you aren’t going to tease me?”

“Not for something like this,” Dean replied with a smile. “And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Next time you’re scared of something, just tell me. Because no matter what it is, I’ll be there with a baseball bat, to keep it from hurting you. I’ll always protect you. Remember that,” he promised.

“Thank you, Dean,” you whispered, tucking yourself against him.

The ghostly hands and creepy laughter felt so far away, now that Dean’s arms were shielding you from them.

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! I haven’t actually seen The Conjuring so I worked from the trailer (which creeped me out).

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Hello! I LOVE your writing and I was wondering if you could write a charlie bradbury x fem!reader where they cosplay to a con and then they kiss and its all fluffy?

Anonymous

Hi! Thank you so much for that! I love Charlie, she’s my spirit animal, so I hope I did her justice in this! This was a pretty short imagine and they didn’t actually go to Comic Con in it because I’ve never been (not for lack of trying) and I didn’t want to mess it up. Anyway, sorry for the wait. I hope you like it!

~~~~~

“You ready?” Charlie called from the next room.

“Just about!” you called back, straightening your robes. Charlie came in and stood beside you so that the two of you were looking into the mirror together.

“We look good,” she said.

“I just can’t believe I finally get to go to Comic Con!” you exclaimed.

“With me, no less.”

“Of course,” you smiled.

“I wish I could’ve gone as Hermione,” Charlie sighed. “But you have better Hermione hair.”

“Yeah, but Ginny is pretty badass too,” you pointed out. “Plus, I think you make a pretty sexy Weasley.”

“I do, don’t I?” Charlie said to the mirror.

“And not at all full of yourself,” you added.

“But that’s why you love me,” Charlie sang.

A smile broke out onto your face. “Very true.”

Charlie turned to you. “Y/N, this is going to sound incredibly cheesy but I’ve been to a lot of cons in the past, but I’ve never been this excited about going to one. Because I’ve never gone to one with you.”

“Charlie…”

“I know, I know,” she interrupted, “that was the lamest thing ever said and I deserve to be locked up in Azkaban for saying it -”

“No, Charlie,” you interjected. “That was beautiful. And you know what? I think this will be the best day ever,” you finished, pulling her into you for a kiss.

“Are you kidding me?” Charlie said when she pulled back. “Of course this is going to be the best day. I just got to kiss Hermione Granger!”

You laughed, grabbing her arm and pulling her out to the car to head off to Comic Con.

~~~~~

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Can you do an imagine where you're a demon, but Dean loves you and can't decided whether or not he should kill you or let you live

Anonymous

Hey! I’m so sorry it took so long for me to write this but I hope you like it!

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You were taking the weapons back to the Impala when Dean came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured in your ear.

“Dean! You know I get jealous when you talk to your car when you’re with me!” you teased. Dean laughed, a low rumble.

“You were pretty badass taking down those vamps,” he said.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, twisting around to face him.

“Definitely. You were very sexy.” You grinned up at him. “I’ve been thinking,” he continued.

“Don’t exert yourself,” you interrupted with a smirk. Dean swatted your arm playfully.

“Anyway,” he went on. “You should come with me. To the bunker. Sam’s back there and he said he misses you.”

You went cold. “I’m not sure that that’s the best idea…”

“Why not? We’ve been going out for a while and I just thought you might like to see it…” he trailed off.

You bit your lip. You had no idea how to say no without offending him or having to tell him why you couldn’t go. And there was no way you were going to explain that.

“Alright,” you agreed reluctantly. “Let’s go.”

Dean beamed at you, opening up the passenger side door for you.

The whole car trip, all you could think about was what you were going to tell Dean when you made it back to the bunker. You didn’t know how to tell him that you couldn’t enter it. You didn’t know how to tell him that you were a demon.

In your opinion, it was way too soon before Dean stopped the car. “Here it is!” he announced.

You stepped out of the car slowly. “Dean, I can’t go in there,” you told him as he went and opened the door. He looked at you in confusion.

“Why not?” he asked.

You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “Dean, I can’t enter the bunker because it’s warded.”

“I don’t understand. Why would that be an issue?”

“Because it’s warded against demons.”

Quick as lightning, Dean had you pinned against the Impala at knifepoint. “What have you done to Y/N?” he growled.

“Dean…you don’t understand. I am the demon.”

Betrayal flashed across Dean’s face and he staggered back. “What?”

“I just wanted to be normal, Dean. And I couldn’t tell you that I was a demon because you’d kill me,” you explained.

“Damn right! You’re just lucky I haven’t already!”

You flinched at his words. “What, was that supposed to make me feel sorry for you?” he demanded. “Whose body is this, anyway? Whose life did you steal?”

“Dean, it’s not like that! This body…they were clinically dead when I took over. You have to believe me!” you pleaded.

“Believe you? After you lied to me for months? Is that really what you expected me to do after finding out that the person I love is a demon?”

“The person that you…love?” you whispered.

“I can’t believe I was such an idiot!” he yelled, apparently having not heard you. “Every time we went on a demon hunt, you said you didn’t want to come because you have had ‘bad experiences’ with demons in the past? Hell, you are the bad experience with demons!”

It would have hurt less if he’d stabbed you. “Dean, do you think I want to be a demon? You’ve been to Hell. You know what it’s like there. Do you honestly think anyone would like that? Just because I’m a demon, doesn’t mean I can’t feel things.”

“Is that supposed to make me forgive you? To make me forget that everything that happened between us was a lie?” Dean demanded to know.

“Dean, none of what happened between us was a lie. I love you. With everything in me.”

“You’re a demon,” he spat. “You aren’t capable of love.”

“And yet something about you made me feel it.”

You looked into Dean’s eyes and saw his resolve slowly crumble away, leaving a raw vulnerability in its place. “How do I know you’re not screwing with my head?”

“You don’t, Dean. You’ve just got to trust your heart. Trust me,” you implored.

Dean took a step towards you. “Please don’t start doing any demonic crap,” he asked. “Please don’t hurt me,” he added in a broken whisper.

“Dean, I’d never do that,” you promised. “Somehow, against all odds, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

~~~~~

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Can I request an imagine where the reader hunt with Garth and the Winchester come help and after they've finished, Dean tell her that he think he's falls in love with her and he asks her to come hunting with him and Sammy ? Thanks !

Anonymous

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

Also, since my last post, I hit 200 followers! I’m so excited! Thank you all so much!

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“So when are these new hunters supposed to be meeting us?” you asked Garth.

“Any time now. They said - there they are!” Garth exclaimed. “Sam! Dean! Over here!”

The two hunters came over to your booth in the diner and Garth gave each of them a hug. Pulling away, he introduced you. “Y/N, this is Sam,” he gestured to the taller one, “and this is Dean.”

Your eyes passed over Sam and then shifted to Dean. Your breath caught in your throat. You’d met plenty of other hunters in your time but none of them had looked like that…

“Hi,” Sam said, snapping you out of your trance.

“Oh, um, hi,” you replied, flustered. You could’ve sworn you saw Dean smirk.

“So what have you got on the case so far?” Dean asked.

“Quite a lot actually,” Garth replied. “Maybe we could have lunch and then go back to our motel and we’ll show you all we’ve got?”

“Sounds good,” Sam said.

“Yeah,” Dean agreed. “I’m starving. I’m gonna get me some pie!”

After he’d gone off, you turned to Sam, who had sat down beside you. “Does he always get that excited about pie?”

“Pretty much,” he replied, calling a waitress over to order a burger.

“Y/N,” Dean said, coming back and sitting down.

“Yeah?”

“Garth says you’re a pretty good hunter.”

“One of the best,” Garth chimed in. You smiled appreciatively at him.

“I must say, I’m looking forward to seeing you in action,” Dean continued. “How did you get into the life, anyway?”

You looked down at your plate.

“Shit,” Dean said. “Look, Y/N, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m sorry. We can talk about something else.”

“No, it’s fine,” you assured him. “Actually, I was possessed by a demon and I killed a lot of people. And then the demon left me for dead. I think that was its idea of fun. But then Garth found me and helped me, and I asked him to teach me how to fight those things, because no one deserves to go through that.”

“How long ago was this?” Sam asked gently.

“I’ve been working with Garth for about 6 months, I think.”

“Well now that we’ve all had lunch, why don’t we go back and tell you what we’ve got on the case?” Garth suggested. You looked up at him, trying to express how grateful you were for the change in subject. He nodded back at you to show he’d gotten the message.

“Yeah, sure,” Dean said. “We’ll follow you in the Impala.”

—-

The four of you were back at your motel and Garth had just finished explaining the spirit case.

“So I guess you could say that this ghost is dead serious about getting back at his victims, huh?” Dean said.

Sam rolled his eyes, but you giggled. Noticing this, Dean grinned. “You liked that?”

You shook your head, struggling to talk between laughter. “It’s…just…so…bad!” you gasped out.

“You still laughed though,” Dean pointed out.

“Very true,” you answered with a smile, catching Dean’s eyes with your own.

“Shall we go take down this spirit, then?” Sam interjected.

“Sure! Let’s go,” Garth said happily, walking out to his car. After another quick smile in Dean’s direction, you followed him out.

—-

An hour later, you were standing over a burning grave.

“One day, we should bring marshmallows,” Dean said in your ear.

You burst out laughing. “That’s disgusting! They’d have essence of dead guy on them!”

“But they’d have a smoky flavour.”

You grinned up at him. “You’re ridiculous, Dean Winchester.”

“Let’s go load up the cars,” Sam said. He and Garth headed towards the vehicles but as you turned to follow them, Dean’s arm reached out and touched the crook of your elbow.

“Wait,” he said. You turned and looked at him expectantly.

When he didn’t say anything, you prompted him. “What is it?”

“I’ve been thinking… I mean, I know you and Garth hunt together but maybe…maybe you might wanna try something different? Would you like to come hunting with Sammy and I? I totally get it if you don’t want to, that’s cool. I mean -”

“Dean,” you interrupted. “I’d love to.”

Dean’s face broke out into a grin. “Oh thank God. I would’ve looked like an idiot if you’d said no.”

“Well, I didn’t.” You were about to go to the car when a thought struck you. “Dean, why did you ask?”

All of a sudden, Dean couldn’t meet your eyes. “I - You - I just -”

“Dean. Spit it out.”

He looked up at you. “I really like you, Y/N, and I want to see where this could go if we try it out.”

You grinned up at him. “I was hoping you’d say something like that,” you told him, pulling him down for a kiss.

~~~~~

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Can you make a one shot where the reader is Dean's girlfriend. And they have really strong relationship. But after a big fight with Dean she and Sam leave him. And after like month they find out that bobby is really sick. When they arrive at hospital they meet Dean. And the reader and Dean realise how they miss each other. And without any words they just cuddle and kissing. Flufffffff fluffff fluffffff ;)

Anonymous

Hey. Sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after! It’s a bit rushed it think and it’s really long but I couldn’t spend any more time fixing it because I have to study for a maths test and finish my geography assignment.

Warnings: Minor language, a huge fight.

~~~~~

You were waiting in the bunker for the boys to get back from their hunt.

“Sam? Dean?” you called out upon hearing footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Honey, we’re home!” Dean called back jokingly.

You ran into the room and threw your arms around the two of them.

“I take it you missed us?” Sam laughed.

“You were gone for 2 weeks! Of course I missed you!” you replied, tucking yourself into Dean’s side.

Noticing this, Sam said, “I’m gonna go put my stuff in my room and get cleaned up.”

“Ok. Cya!” you answered as Dean lead you over to the lounge.

“I missed you, baby,” he told you, pressing a kiss to your lips.

You looked up into his eyes. “I missed you too, Dean.”

He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “What’s wrong, Dean?”

“I, uh, I got you something.”

“Like a present?” you asked, your curiosity piqued.

“Yeah,” he answered. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out a woven bracelet. “I mean, it’s not much but I saw it and I thought of you and -”

“Dean,” you cut him off. “I love it.”

“Really?” he asked.

“Of course,” you replied, leaning in for a kiss. When you pulled back, you added, “Maybe when I start going on hunts, I can bring stuff back for you!”

Dean stiffened. “What is it? Did I say something wrong?” you questioned.

“You’re not going on any hunts. Ever,” Dean stated firmly.

“Excuse me? And why not?”

“Because it’s dangerous.”

“So? You do it,” you pointed out.

“That’s different. I’m trained.”

“And? You could give me a bit of training.”

“It’s not going to happen!” Dean yelled. You were both on your feet now.

“Is it too much to ask to learn how to protect myself and the people I love?” you yelled back.

“Yes, it is! Because you shouldn’t have to when I’m around!”

“Well, you aren’t always around!” you responded.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean’s voice was steadily getting louder.

“It means that half the time, you,” you jabbed a finger at his chest, “are always gone and I’m left on my own!”

Dean was breathing heavily. “You know what? If you’re so sure you can look after yourself, why don’t you take off then? See what things are like on your own!”

“Dean!” You turned to see a shocked Sam standing in the doorway. “What the hell?”

“No, Sam, he’s right. I think I will go off on my own.”

“Fine,” Dean said.

“Fine!” you answered, storming off to your room to pack your bags. When you came back out, Sam and Dean were standing in the same positions.

—-

You had left and were just starting up your car when Sam appeared by the passenger door.

“You can’t convince me to stay,” you told him.

“I’m not trying to,” he answered, throwing his bag into the bag seat and climbing into the car beside you. “I’m joining you.”

“I don’t want you to come with me out of pity,” you said in a withering voice.

“Y/N, this isn’t pity. This is me hating to see my best friend alone and upset, and wanting to help her. Besides, Dean’s being a jerk. He needs time alone to cool off.”

“Alright then,” you said after a moment of thought. “Thank you, Sam,” you murmured as an afterthought.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.”

—-

A month later, you were in your motel room while Sam went to pick up some breakfast when your phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Is this Y/N Y/L/N?” an unfamiliar voice asked from the other end of the line.

“Yes,” you replied warily. “Who is this? How did you get this number?”

“My name is Jenny. I work at Sioux Falls General Hospital. We have a patient here named Bobby Singer. He’s very ill. Your number was listed as one of his emergency contacts,” she explained.

You felt like the bottom had gone out of your world. “Miss Y/L/N? Are you there?”

Coming back to your senses, you demanded, “What’s wrong with him? Will he be okay?”

“We’re still running some tests. We can’t tell you any more than that until we know what’s going on.”

“We’ll be there in a few hours,” you said, ending the call.

“Y/N?” Sam called, coming back in. When he saw you, he dumped the food on the table and rushed towards you. “What’s happened? Why are you shaking?”

“It’s Bobby.”

—-

Five hours later, you were rushing to the reception desk of the hospital.

“What room is Bobby Singer in?” Sam asked frantically.

“Room 232,” the receptionist replied. “But there’s another visitor in there at the moment…”

You ignored the rest of her words as you and Sam dashed off to go see Bobby.

“Bobby?” you asked, moving to his bedside and grabbing one of his hands. It wasn’t until then that you realised someone was on the other side of Bobby’s unconscious body, clutching his other hand.

“Dean,” you whispered, the colour draining from your face.

“Y/N,” he replied, looking shocked to see you again.

As you struggled to come up with something to say, a doctor entered the room. “This looks like a popular ward!” he said cheerfully. The three of you turned to look at him.

“Have the tests come back?” Sam asked.

“They have,” the doctor nodded. “I think you’ll be pleased to know that Mr Singer here has pneumonia, but is expected to make a full recovery.” He must have misinterpreted the tension in the room, because he added, “I’ll just give you a moment to discuss this,” before bustling out of the room.

Sam glanced between you and Dean. “I’ll just go and ask him a couple of questions,” he said, following the doctor out of the room.

When you were alone, Dean said, “So…how have you been?”

“Good. You?” you asked politely.

“I’m good.” There was an awkward pause. “You know what?” Dean continued. You glanced up, startled. “I’m not good. I’m all alone in that bunker and it’s my own fault. All I can think about is what I said to you. I’m so sorry. I was a dick, Y/N. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just…I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt, especially not because I brought you into this lifestyle.”

You stood there, stunned. You didn’t know how to reply. “Say something,” he whispered.

“I’m sorry, too,” you replied. “I should have just spoken to you like a normal person instead of blowing up at you.”

“Will you have me back?” Dean asked after a moment, his expression vulnerable.

You nodded, going towards him and wrapping your arms around him.

The two of you stood there like that for several minutes. Neither of you said anything, you just basked in the warmth of each other’s embrace. Finally, Dean leaned down to kiss you.

It was a slow kiss, a promise. It was a message, telling all the unspoken words between you. It was a kiss that said, “I love you.”

~~~~~

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Can you please write a cas imagine and you're pregnant with his child and what kind of a father he is :)

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Hey! Sorry for the wait. I have been saying that entirely too much lately. Anyway, I hope this is what you were after!

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“Castiel, please come down here. It’s urgent,” you prayed. At the sound of beating wings, you turned to see Cas standing in the room behind you.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked, coming over to check you for any injuries.

“Nothing’s wrong, Cas. It’s just…” You bit your lip.

“Y/N, you can tell me anything.”

Instead of responding, you shoved the item in your hand at him. Castiel took it from you and frowned down at it.

“I don’t understand. What is this?” he asked

You exhaled heavily. “Cas…it’s a pregnancy test,” you whispered.

Slowly, realisation dawned on Cas’ features. “You’re pregnant?” he asked. You nodded slowly.

“Don’t be mad!” you pleaded.

“Why would I be mad at you?” he enquired.

“Well, it’s not something we’ve ever talked about. And it’s a pretty big commitment. And I’m sure this is taboo or something, right?” you rambled.

“Y/N,” Cas cut you off. He placed his hand under your chin and tilted your head up so that your eyes met his. “None of that matters. This is wonderful news.”

“Really?” you asked, your face breaking out into a grin.

“Of course,” Cas replied. “You’re beautiful Y/N. You’ll be an incredible mother.”

“You’ll be an amazing father, too,” you told him.

Cas smiled ruefully. “I wouldn’t count on that. But I will protect you and love you, Y/N. You and the baby.” He knelt down so that he was looking directly at your stomach. “Did you hear that? I’m your father. And I’m never going to let anything happen to you. And I will always, always love you.”

You smiled softly upon hearing these words. “Cas,” you murmured.

“Yes, Y/N?” he responded, drawing himself back up to his full height.

“Do you honestly expect me to believe that you won’t be a good father? After hearing what you just said?”

Cas stood there watching you, seemingly at a loss for words.

“I know you’ve made mistakes in the past,” you told him. “Pretty big ones, too. But you won’t stuff this up. I believe in you.”

You could’ve sworn you saw Cas blink back tears. “Thank you, Y/N,” he said, pulling you into his arms. You wrapped your arms around him in return.

You couldn’t help grinning into his neck. You were finally going to have a family.

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! I’m going to go on a mini writing blitz over the next few days. I have 13 requests in my inbox (some of them a few weeks old) and I’m hoping to have them cleared out within the week! Wish me luck!

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Hey!! Big fan!!! I was wondering can you write an imagine with Adam where the reader is an angel and gets Adam out of hell and hide while taking care of him and he falls for you? Make out sesh maybe?

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Hi! Thanks for saying that! Here’s the imagine. I’m sorry it’s taken so long but I hope it’s worth the wait!

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You knew you shouldn’t have done it. It was wrong, forbidden. But you couldn’t leave him there. Not after everything he’d been through. And that’s why he was now lying unconscious in the motel room you’d rented out.

Adam Milligan.

It wasn’t like you’d planned it. You’d only gone to Hell on business but after seeing Adam there, you couldn’t leave him behind.

You heard a moan from behind you. “Adam?” you asked, rushing to his bedside.

“Where am I?” he muttered groggily, struggling to sit up. “Who are you?”

“Shh, just lie down. You’re in a motel room. My name is Y/N. I’m an angel,” you told him.

Suddenly, Adam froze. “This is Lucifer again, isn’t it? You’re messing with my head again!”

“Adam, calm down,” you ordered. “This is not Lucifer’s work. I really am an angel. I rescued you from Hell.”

All the energy seemed to drain from Adam with that last word.

“What’s wrong?” you murmured.

“Hell,” he choked out. His arm shot out and grabbed onto yours. “You can’t let me go back there. I can’t do it. I can’t!” Suddenly, his voice was loud, desperate.

“Adam, do you really think I’d let all that work it took to get you out go to waste?” you joked. When he didn’t smile, you added, “I promise you, Adam, you won’t go back there. Not on my watch.”

“Positive?”

“Positive,” you smiled. “Now get some rest. Your body needs time to adjust,” you said, tucking the sheets up around him.

You had been taking care of Adam for the past month. Over that time, he’d made a remarkable recovery.

However, whilst most of the physical strain had been taken care of after a few days of rest, his mental state was another matter entirely. Visiting Hell was taxing on you - you could only imagine how it would affect a human.

It didn’t help that you had to keep moving around. Every couple of days, you took Adam to a new motel in order to keep any other angels off your trail, should they be searching.

“Y/N?” a voice called. You turned to find Adam standing in the doorway of your room.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, worried that he had come to you with news of another nightmare or flashback.

“I’m fine,” he replied. “You need to stop worrying about me so much.”

“But you went through such an ordeal. I have to make sure you’re recovering,” you explained.

“That isn’t your responsibility,” Adam told you.

“Of course it is,” you answered in confusion. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Y/N, stop talking,” Adam said, stepping up to you.

You opened your mouth to ask why, but Adam’s lips caught the words before they had a chance to come out. At first, you were stunned but after a moment, your lips began to move with his.

Adam’s hands came to rest on your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your hands reached up and looped around his neck.

After a minute, you pulled back. “Adam, no,” you told him, shaking your head.

“Did I overstep a boundary?” he asked. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean -”

“No, it’s not like that,” you explained hastily.

“Then what is it?” Adam questioned, his brow still creased in confusion.

“Adam, I have no regrets whatsoever about pulling you from Hell. But you have to go live a normal life. You can’t stay with me, in the path of danger. Because of what I did, I’m going to have to spend the rest of my life running,” you whispered.

“Then let me spend eternity chasing you,” he murmured. “You’re worth it, Y/N. Believe me, you’re worth it,” he finished, drawing you to him once more.

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! This was my first Adam imagine so I hope it turned out alright! *sighs* I love Adam so much. Anyway, feedback and requests are welcome.

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Could you write an imagine where Dean was scared (season 4 ep. 6) and when he's almost dying reader comforts him but he hurts her on accident and she runs away and gets kidnapped by demons? Then Dean (w/ Sam) rescue her (most Dean) and then fluff? :)

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Hi! I absolutely love this episode so thank you for the request. I’m so sorry it took so long! I’ve just had a lot of homework and assignments at school. Anyway, I hope it’s what you were after!

Warning: There’s a bit of language in this.

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“Dean, listen to me. It’s not real, alright? None of what you’re seeing is real!” you said in an attempt to calm Dean down.

“They’re after me!” Dean cried out, the panic gripping him like a vice.

“Listen to me. You’re fine. Everything’s fine. Just breathe, alright?” you assured him. “Just try to match my breaths, okay? Sam will have all this sorted out soon. Don’t worry.”

Dean started to breathe with you and after a minute or two, you noticed that he had calmed down marginally.

“That’s good, Dean. Keep that up.”

At the sound of your voice, Dean looked up again.

“Get away from me!” he yelled, pushing you away. “Get out of Y/N, you son of a bitch!”

“What the hell, Dean?” you exclaimed, catching yourself on the wall of the motel.

Dean grabbed the demon knife. “You heard me! Get out of Y/N or I’ll send you straight back to Hell!”

“Dean - I’m not a demon!”

“Do I really look like that much of an idiot? Get out of her!” Dean came up and pinned you against the wall, the knife hovering above your chest.

“Dean?” you whispered, your voice cracking. You tried again. “Dean, it’s me. Please, you have to believe me! This is just the fear making you see things. It’s me, i swear!”

“Shut up!” Dean yelled, plunging the knife into your arm.

You cried out in pain. “Get off me!”

You raised your leg and kneed Dean in the groin. Taking advantage of his surprise and pain, you pushed him off you and sprinted for the door.

It wasn’t until you were at least two blocks away that you began to slow down and catch your breath. You hated yourself for leaving Dean right now, with the fear taking over his brain, but you couldn’t stay there. The blood running down your arm was proof of that.

“In a hurry, are we?” A voice asked from just behind you.

You turned around to find yourself face to face with a man. As you looked at him, his eyes flashed black for a moment.

His arm lashed out and you only had time to think that all your weapons and your phone were back at the motel before the demon made contact with your head and the darkness sucked you in.

—–

“Finally. She wakes,” you heard through a curtain of fog surrounding your brain.

Blinking several times to orient yourself, you looked around and saw that you were tied to a chair in an old shed. The demon stood in front of you, twirling the knife between his fingers.

“What do you want with me?” you asked tugging your hands apart to test the strength of your bonds.

“You’re very direct, aren’t you? No use beating around the bush with you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Look, if you’re just going to be a dick, can we perhaps cut this little meeting short? I’ve got places to be.” You hoped that by matching his casual tone, he wouldn’t realise how truly scared you were.

“Oh, this meeting will definitely be cut short,” the demon assured you. “But perhaps not in the way you’re hoping for.”

“Just tell me what you want with me,” you repeated, feeling your heart rate pick up a little at the sight of the knife inching towards you.

“A little birdie told me that you’ve had a bit to do with the angels. Is that right?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me!” the demon shouted, throwing his fist into your face. “I want to know their plans.”

“Please, I don’t know anything! They haven’t given me any information!”

“I don’t believe you,” he sneered.

“You have to believe me! They’ve kept me in the dark,” you pleaded with him, your cheek throbbing from where he’d hit you.

“If you won’t tell me anything voluntarily, I’ll just have to make you -”

“Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!”

“Dean?” you called out timidly. Part of you was filled with relief that help had arrived but another part, a rather big one, couldn’t stop thinking that this might still be the Dean who had attacked you.

“It’s me, baby. It’s me. I’m all better,” he assured you, coming over to untie you while Sam took down the demon and exorcised him.

“Dean,” you whispered, your eyes filling with tears as he freed you from the ropes that were binding you.

“Hey, baby, don’t cry. Everything’s fine,” he murmured, cupping his hands around your face and wiping your tears with his thumb. “I’m so, so sorry. What I did…I can never forgive myself for hurting you like that. I was seeing all these scary things, but thinking you were possessed…that was the scariest,” Dean explained, his voice cracking on the last part.

“Hey,” you said, bringing your hand up to rest on his. “It’s fine, Dean. I know it wasn’t your fault. I’m just glad that you’re back and everything’s okay.”

“Me too, baby,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Me too.”

~~~~~

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