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Feb 2

Can you do an imagine where Sam is the reader's boyfriend and he's sick, so Dean asks the reader to come and help take care of Sammy? Because Dean knows that the reader is the only one who can comfort his brother. And maybe some fluff in there too? Thanks!! Love your imagines by the way. :)

Anonymous

Aww, thank you! Here it is. Sorry for the wait!

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“Hello?” you said into the phone.

“Hey, Y/N,” Dean’s voice came out through the speakers.

“Dean! How are you? How’s Sam? Where are you guys?” you asked.

“I’m good but Sam isn’t so good,” he said. “And we’re actually about 15 minutes away.”

“What? What’s wrong? Dean, what’s going on?” you asked frantically.

“Nothing, don’t worry. He’s just got a really high fever,” Dean explained.

“So he’s okay then?” you questioned.

“Yeah, he’ll be fine. It’s just that I’ve got to go on a hunt and he’s not really in the best shape to be left alone. He keeps asking for you. Do you think you might be able to swing by?”

“Like you even have to ask,” you replied. “Give me the address and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Twenty minutes later, you were stood outside a motel room. You only had to knock once before the door was swung open by Dean.

“Hey,” you greeted him.

“Hey yourself,” he answered. As you stepped into the room, you saw Sam tossing and turning on one of the beds.

“Sammy,” Dean called. “Y/N’s here. She’s going to take care of you.” Dean looked back at you. “Thanks for coming. I’ll see you later,” he said before exiting the room.

“Y/N?” Sam asked in a weak voice.

“Yes, baby, it’s me,” you told him as you went and sat on the edge of his bed.

“Are you here to take care of me?”

“Yes, I am,” you replied, stroking his hair. As you did so, you noticed that Sam’s forehead felt as though it was on fire.

“Jeez, Sam. Dean wasn’t lying about that fever,” you murmured.

“It’s not so bad,” Sam told you. “I don’t even feel that hot.”

You bit your lip. That did not sound good.

“Could you please get me some water?” Sam asked.

“Of course, sweetheart,” you responded as you leaned down to kiss his temple.

You stood up and went to fill a glass in the small kitchenette. You went back over to the bed and handed it to Sam.

“Thanks,” he said, sitting up to drink. As he sipped, he could barely keep his hands from shaking. This resulted in a few drops of the water spilling over the rim of the glass and onto the sheets.

“Sam,” you began, taking the glass from him and putting it on the bedside table. “What’s wrong? You’re shaking.”

“I-I’m just r-really cold,” Sam stuttered through chattering teeth.

“Here,” you said gently as you took a blanket from the other bed and draped it over him. “Does that help?”

“Yeah. Thanks,” Sam replied. You noticed that sweat had started beading on his forehead so you went into the bathroom to wet a cloth.

As you returned to the bed, you saw Sam was following you with his eyes.

“Y/N?”

“What is it, Sammy?” you asked as you wiped his face with the washcloth.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Sam told you.

“Anytime, sweetheart,” you said, resting your hand on the side of his face.

Sam reached up, took that hand in his own and brought it to his lips. “I love you, Y/N,” he said.

“I love you too, Sammy.”

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Feb 1

Hello!!! (^.^) I was wondering if you could do an imagine where the reader is Sam and Deans little sister and she dies, but Gabriel lifts her from hell and they're all dating and Sam, Dean, and Cas find out (•~•) and they forbid you to go out with him but you do it anyways? Im so sorry if you don't wanna. I'm sorry.

Anonymous

Hey. No need to be sorry! If anyone should be apologising, it’s me. I had to catch up on some episodes so I’m so sorry this imagine took so long! Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

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Fire. Screams. Torment. Agony. You’d seen a lot of horror movies in your time, even lived a few, but none of the terrible events that had happened in those could even begin to compare to the reality of hell. Every moment that went by was an eternity. Every minute seemed to last a thousand lifetimes. Time here seemed impossible. You’d been in Hell forever, but the occasions where you were told that the day of torture was over seemed few and far between.

Flames. Anguish. Terror. Wings. Wings?

Something was wrong. Or perhaps right. You had no idea. All you knew was that Hell was always the same, but this was different.

A hand gripped your shoulder. You could feel the shape of it being branded into your skin. And then it happened - the rising sensation.

—-

You woke up in a field that looked as though a hurricane had torn through it. You stepped over an uprooted tree, fear and confusion making coherent thought impossible.

“Miss me?” a voice to your right asked.

You whipped your head around to find Gabriel standing there, a lighthouse to guide you amidst all this destruction. You ran towards him and threw your arms around him, finally feeling safety again as his arms pulled you in.

“It’s you,” you sobbed into his chest. “It’s really you.”

“You bet it is,” he replied. “You won’t believe what I had to go through to get you out of Hell.”

“So that was you?” you asked, pulling away to look up at him.

“Who else?” he answered. “There’s no way I would ever leave you in there. You deserve so much more than that.”

You smiled as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, the first time you could remember in a long time when you were actually expressing happiness.

“How long?” you whispered.

“A month.”

“A month?” you questioned. “But that’s, that’s impossible! No, surely not. I was there for so much longer than that!”

“Time works differently down there.” Gabriel explained.

“Oh, God,” you whispered. “I was really there, wasn’t I? It really happened. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God,” you started repeating over and over, like a mantra. Tears had worked their way down your face again, blurring your vision and forcing you to sit on one of the fallen trees.

Gabriel sat down beside you and pulled you towards him.

“Hey, I’m here. You’re safe now, Y/N. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he murmured.

While his voice and embrace were soothing, all the stress and fear and pain you’d felt in Hell took over and it was at least an hour before your brain was able to process anything beyond your immediate situation.

“My brothers,” you said finally, wiping a hand across your eyes. “I have to see them.”

“Are you sure? I mean, is right now really the best time?” Gabriel questioned.

“I have to. They’ve spent a month thinking I was dead. I have to let them know I’m alive.”

“Alright then. I’ll send you over,” Gabriel consented as he pressed a finger to your head to send you away.

Before you stood the door to a motel room. As you looked around, you could tell that it was fairly low budget, but you couldn’t care less. On the other side of that door were the people who meant the most to you in the world.

You slowly raised your hand and, with only a moment of hesitation, knocked.

“If you’re the cleaning person, we’re alright in here,” Dean’s voice floated out to you.

“I’m not the cleaning lady,” you answered with a shaky laugh.

“What the-” Dean began, only to cut himself off abruptly as he wrenched open the door.

“Sammy!” he called, warning in his tone.

“Dean!” you cried, stepping towards him.

“Stay where you are,” Dean commanded, holding a gun towards you.

You raised your hands in a conciliatory gesture.

“Dean, it’s me. I’m back,” you told him. “Really, it’s me. Same as before.”

“We’ll see about that,” Dean said, just as Sam stepped into your line of vision.

“Y/N,” he whispered as he caught sight of you.

“We’ve got some tests to run, Sammy,” Dean said.

“Right,” Sam replied, picking a bottle of holy water and pouring it over you. Next, Dean picked up some salt from a side table and threw it on you. Finally, Sam pulled out a silver knife and dragged the blade across your forearm.

“Are you done?” you asked, dripping with water.

“Y/N,” Dean murmured as he grabbed you and pulled you into an embrace. It soon turned into a three way hug when Sam wrapped his arms around you as well.

“You’re back,” Sam whispered.

“We’re so, so sorry, Y/N,” Dean said, his voice muffled by your hair. “It’s our fault you had to go there.”

You extricated yourself from their arms. “Guys, none of this was your fault,” you told them firmly. “Besides, that doesn’t matter now. I’m safe. That’s what’s important.”

“Y/N,” a new voice said.

“Cas!” you exclaimed, looking behind you to find one of your closest friends.

“I’m very glad to see you alive again,” he told you. “However, I don’t understand how this came about.”

“Wait, you mean you didn’t do this?” Dean asked.

“Then who did?” Sam queried.

“Hello, boys.” The three of you turned to find that Gabriel had also arrived.

“Gabriel?” Sam asked in surprise.

“The one, the only,” Gabriel replied cockily, which caused you to roll your eyes as you moved to stand beside him.

“I don’t understand,” Cas began. “Why did you raise her? I don’t recall hearing any such plans.”

“I did it on my own terms. I wasn’t just going to leave Y/N there,” Gabriel answered as he gave your hand a squeeze.

Sam noticed this and asked, “Y/N, what’s going on?”

Shyly, you looked up at Gabriel, who gave you a nod. “Gabriel and I are…together.”

“What?” Sam and Dean burst out in unison.

“Y/N, I don’t think that’s the best idea,” Sam said while Dean stood beside him, seething with rage.

“And why not?” you demanded to know.

“Well, for starters, he’s angel,” Sam explained.

“So? Cas is an angel!” you defended yourself.

“You’re not dating Cas!” Dean exclaimed.

“I must say I agree with them,” Cas told you. “A relationship with an angel would be…complicated.”

“So what? I can handle it.”

“Do you even know what you’re getting yourself into? This guy messes with people’s heads for a living!” Dean yelled.

At this, Gabriel decided enough was enough and drew himself up to his full height.

“I would never do such a thing to Y/N,” Gabriel said. “I love her.”

“You what?” Sam asked.

“I love her,” Gabriel repeated.

“What about you, Y/N? Do you feel the same way?” Sam asked you.

“I do,” you uttered.

Dean huffed out an annoyed breath. As he looked between you and Gabriel, he seemed to reach some sort of decision.

“Fine then,” he began as he stepped up to Gabriel, stabbing a finger into his chest. “But don’t think that because you brought Y/N back, you’re automatically off the hook for everything. If you hurt her, we will hunt you down and kick your ass.”

Dean backed off and you noticed that Sam and Cas were also sending threatening glances in Gabriel’s direction. You didn’t care though. You were back with your family and you had another shot at life, all with the man you love standing beside you.

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Just curious, are you a Sam girl or a Dean girl?

Anonymous

I’m a Winchester girl. I love them both too much to choose!