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?
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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!
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“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
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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 !
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Hi! Sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you wanted!
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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 ;)
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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Hello :D can you do one where the reader is pregnant from cas. But their baby have visible wings and she is very upset about that and cas try all to make her happy again? ok this sounds weird xD
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Hi! Don’t worry - the request didn’t sound weird. I actually found the concept really interesting. Anyway, sorry for the wait. I hope this is what you were after!
Please note that I’m only 15 and have no experience with pregnancy so please forgive any inaccuracies.
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You sat in the nurse’s office with Cas.
“Are you ready to have a look at your baby?” the ultrasound technician asked.
“I can’t wait!” you grinned.
“Well, here it is!” the technician replied, placing the wand on your stomach. As she began moving it around, an image filled the screen in front of you.
“Oh my God,” you whispered, squeezing Cas’ hand.
You looked over to see that there were tears in his eyes. “Our baby is going to be beautiful, Y/N.”
“Yeah,” you replied, turning your attention back to the image of your baby. “Wait, what’s that darker patch near the arms?”
“Huh. I don’t think I’ve seen anything like that before,” the technician frowned. “Don’t worry though,” she added hastily, “it’ll just be the quality of the image. They’re fairly grainy and often a bit unclear.”
“Oh, okay. What a relief!” you exclaimed.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” the technician assured you. “Your baby appears to be healthy and, by the looks of things, I’d say that you’re about 4 months along!”
“Wow,” you murmured, still in awe over the little baby growing inside of you.
“I’ll just give you two a moment,” the technician said, slipping out of the room.
“This is incredible!” you said to Cas.
“I agree,” he replied.
“What’s wrong, Cas?” you asked, noting the uncertainty in his voice. “Is something the matter? Do you not want a baby anymore?” Your imagination was getting the best of you and you were starting to panic.
“Shh, no nothing like that. I can’t wait to have this baby,” Cas reassured you, stroking your hair in an attempt to soothe you.
“Then what is it?”
“I-I don’t know how to tell you this, Y/N.”
“Preferably in English,” you joked, attempting to cover up your concern.
Cas smiled but soon turned serious again with his next words. “Y/N…the dark shape you noticed? It wasn’t just poor image quality. It was the shape of…wings.”
“Excuse me?” you asked, sure that you had misheard.
“Our baby will have wings,” Castiel repeated.
“But that’s impossible. And besides, it’s not like we’ll be able to see them. Right?”
Cas avoided your eyes. “Tell me, Cas!” you demanded.
“Y/N, human and angel pregnancies are incredibly rare. So rare, in fact, that there is essentially no precedent for them. I suppose that this was always a possibility but I thought the odds of it happening were practically non-existent so I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want to worry you,” Cas explained.
“But this can’t be happening! I just want our baby to grow up normal! Or at least as normal as is possible for us. Oh, God. No. This can’t be happening!” you panicked.
“Hey, come here,” Cas said, gently taking you into his arms. “Y/N, listen to me. This is our baby. It will be beautiful and loved and I will do everything in my power to make sure that they have the happiest and most normal life possible. I promise.”
You sniffled. “Do you really think we can pull off something like this off?” you asked doubtfully.
“I really do,” Cas replied confidently, drawing you in tighter. “You just have to have faith.”
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could you do a one shot where the reader is dating dean and they're laying in bed and it's extra fluffy and gets sexual?
Thank you for your request. Sorry for the wait! I don’t actually write smut so I sort of implied that sort of thing. I haven’t written much of that sort of thing before, so I hope it turned out alright!
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You snuggled into Dean’s chest. “I love you, Dean,” you told him.
“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replied, reaching up to stroke your hair.
“I wish we could spend more time like this,” you sighed.
“Hmm?”
“It just seems like we’re always running from something or fighting someone. I just wish there were more moments like this. Just you and me, being able to relax without some monster getting in the way of things,” you elaborated.
“I know what you mean, baby. Sometimes I wish we could just stay like this forever, that we could just pause the rest of the world and never get out of bed,” Dean responded.
“What would we do in bed all day?” you asked, feigning innocence.
“I could think of a few things…” Dean said, his fingers trailing along your side.
“What sort of things?” you giggled, getting ticklish.
Dean moved so that he was hovering above you. “We could do this,” he said, leaning down to press his lips to yours.
“What else?” you asked when he pulled away.
“Well…” Dean teased. “There’s this.”
He began planting kisses down your neck.
“Any other ideas?” you gasped out.
He pulled the strap of your tank top down and began covering your collarbone with his lips. “How about this?” he asked between kisses.
You sighed in pleasure.
“You know,” you began, wrapping your legs around him, “I think we could probably keep ourselves busy for a day,” you finished off as you pulled his face down to yours.
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Hi could I have an imagine where reader and there boyfriend Sam are watching one of readers shows (teen wolf) and she talks about how cute the wolves are. And he gets jealous and fluff at the end :) love your writing
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Thank you so much for saying that! I’m so sorry that it’s taken me so long to write this, but I’ve been pretty busy. Also, I had to ask one of my friends what Teen Wolf is about because I’ve never actually watched it. But even so, Dylan O'Brien! Need I say more?
Anyway, I hope this was worth the wait!
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“Hey, Y/N,” Sam said as he walked into your room in the bunker.
“Shh! My show is on!”
“What show is that?” Sam asked as he came and sat next to you.
“Teen Wolf,” you replied distractedly, your attention drawn to the screen.
“What’s it -” Sam began.
You waved him off. “I’ll explain in the ad break.”
A minute later, you turned to Sam. “Alright, the ads are on. What do you want to know?”
“Well, what’s the show about?”
“Okay, so there’s this guy called Scott and he gets bitten and becomes a werewolf. And then he gets good at sport, gets a girlfriend, all that sort of thing. But then he gets pulled into the dangerous side of being a werewolf. You know, shifting, people getting hurt. The sort of stuff we deal with,” you explained. “Oh! It’s back on!”
You sighed happily as Stiles appeared on the screen.
“What was that for?” Sam asked.
“I love Stiles. I mean, Dylan O'Brien is just so hot!” you exclaimed.
“Oh,” Sam responded, focussing his attention back on the screen.
When the next ad break came on, you turned so that you were facing Sam.
“Alright, what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” Sam asked.
“I mean you haven’t spoken since the last ads. And whilst I appreciate the fact that you’ve been letting me listen to the show, this isn’t like you, Sam,” you explained. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just… Don’t worry about it. It’s stupid.”
“No, Sam. If something’s upsetting you, then it’s definitely not stupid,” you assured him.
“It’s just…it’s what you said about that Stiles guy,” Sam muttered.
You burst out laughing. “Is that what this is about?”
Sam looked down, a dark red painted onto his cheeks.
“Oh,” you said, your laughter cutting off. “You’re serious.”
Sam still hadn’t looked back up.
“Sammy,” you began. “Sam. Look at me.”
He raised his head.
“Are you jealous?” you asked softly.
Sam didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to.
“Sammy…” you murmured. “You do know that Stiles is fictional, right? He’s just a character on a TV show! A great character, sure, but a character just the same. And even if he was real, I’d still prefer you. I love you, Sam.”
A sheepish smile spread across Sam’s face.
“I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” he asked.
“Yes,” you replied. “But you’re my idiot,” you added, tucking yourself into his side as Teen Wolf came back on.
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