Imagine taking care of Dean when he’s sick.

Requested by anon :)

Dean’s Plan

Request (from anon): Hello!  Could you do a one shot were Sam likes the reader and the reader likes him and Dean knows. So he tries to get them together by leaving them alone and stuff or he would lock them in a room together.

(Y/N) = your name Warnings: none

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“Hey, nice job on the hunt today,” Sam says from the front seat, looking back at you and smiling.

“Thanks, you too,” you smile back, thankful that it was dark enough outside that Sam couldn’t see the blush that was sneaking up on your face.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” Dean mumbles.

“What?” you and Sam ask in unison, and you giggle a little. 

“Nothing, nothing,” Dean waves it off, turning his attention back to the road in front of him, and you shrug your shoulders at Sam, signaling that you’re just as confused about it as he was. He just rolls his eyes at his brother and turns back around in his seat.

Seeing that the two boys weren’t really in the mood for talking, you put your ear buds in, turn your music on, and lean your head against the window. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep for a little bit before Dean finds a motel to stay at, you think to yourself as you close your eyes.

“Hey, (Y/N), wake up,” Dean whispers from next to you, and you open your eyes to see that the car was stopped and Dean had opened the car door next to you to get you up.

“What time is it?” you ask quietly, still very tired. It felt like you were only asleep for 10 minutes or so, so you were really surprised what Dean told you that it was about 2:30 in the morning. Your eyes widen a little bit and you start to get out of the car, but, deciding that it was too much effort to actually walk anywhere, you plop back down into the seat, saying, “Just leave me here to sleep. I don’t wanna move.”

“(Y/N), let’s go, up and at ‘em,” Dean tries again, shaking you. You just groan in response. Then, you hear Sam’s voice say,

“Here, Dean, I’ve got her. You go get us all a room.”

“Well alright then, loverboy,” Dean replies, and you could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

“What?” Sam asks, but by then, Dean was already walking away, chuckling to himself. So Sam reaches down and picks you up out of the car, shutting the door with his hip. Normally, you would have protested, saying that you could walk for yourself, but at the moment, you were too tired to even care.

Sam carries you into the room that Dean got and places you down gently on the bed. Then he pulls the blankets over you, pushes the hair out of your face, and without another word, walks away.

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The next morning, the three of you were sitting at the table in the motel room when Dean says, “Ya know what? I just realized that we didn’t get any eggs last night.”

“Dean, what are you talking about?” Sam replies with a confused expression on his face. “We never get eggs.”

“Well, I’m about to go get them,” Dean says in a-matter-of-fact way, and struts out of the motel room, shutting the door behind him.

“That was weird,” you frown, getting up to look out the window at Dean.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Sam agrees, and he goes over to the door to go outside and talk to Dean. As reaches out to twist the knob, though, it won’t budge. He pulls on it again, and then once more for good measure. When he can see that it wasn’t going to move, he says, “Um. I’m pretty sure Dean locked us in here.”

“Are you kidding me?” you grumble, getting up to see for yourself. When the doorknob doesn’t twist for you, either, you ask, “Well, don’t you have an extra key?”

“Oh, yeah,” he remembers, walking over to his bedside table. “It’s in my-” he stops mid-sentence.

“In your what?” you question.

“Wallet. It’s in my wallet. But it looks like Dean took that with him,” he replies, running his hands through his hair.

“Why would he do this?” you question, looking up at Sam. He thinks for a second, and then groans and says,

“I think I might have an idea.”

“Well, what is it?”

Sam takes a deep breath, and then says, “I’ve had feelings for you for a while now, (Y/N), and Dean knows about them. Hell, he teases me about it so much that I’m surprised you haven’t said anything about it yet.” He pauses to chuckle awkwardly a little bit, and then continues. “Anyways, this was probably some plan of his to get the two of us alone so that I could tell you about it, and obviously, it worked.”

Sam stops talking and you look up at him, half expecting him to come out and say that he was kidding. But he didn’t. So you smile and say, “I feel the same way about you, Sam.”

“Really?” he smiles a little bit, and all doubt that was previously on his face suddenly disappears.

“Yeah,” you laugh a little.

And so the two of you sat down and talked about it a bit, discussing whether or not you wanted to become “official”. In the end, you decided that although your relationship wouldn’t be a typical one, and you wouldn’t have much time to go on dates or anything like that, it would all be worth it in the long run.

You both heard the Impala pull back up to the motel, and you smile at each other, eager to let Dean know that his little match-making scheme worked out.

"Why are you doing this?" Demon!Dean One Shot part 2

Requested by anon: The demon!dean one part 2!

NOTICE: THERE COULD BE A TRIGGER WARNING FOR A BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF TORTURE. PRETTY MILD, BUT PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION.

With your eyes closed and your hands tied, you felt the knife Dean had pierce your skin. Luckily, you could tell it wasn’t too deep; just a scratch on your face. But you could tell that this wasn’t going to be over quickly like you were hoping…

You allowed yourself to open your eyes slightly to look at Dean, half expecting his face to be softer. For the old Dean to be back, apologizing for everything. But that wasn’t the case. His expression was still cold, eyes were still dark.

Groaning to yourself, you brace for another cut as Dean starts coming toward you again with the knife. You shut your eyes again and wait for the pain, but it doesn’t come. Instead, you hear the door of the house burst open and feet moving quickly in your direction. Sam and Cas appear, and you immediately start feeling less threatened. Just then, Dean gets behind you and holds the knife to your throat, and threatens, “Go away or I’ll slice her throat.”

“Dean, please. Put the knife down,” Sam pleads, holding his hand out in a what was supposed to be calming gesture. Cas just looks on with a worried expression. “And what if I don’t?” Dean responds, a low chuckle escaping his mouth. That’s when you see Cas disappear for a split second, and he reappears behind Dean.

“Alright, we’re leaving,” he tells Dean in that low, firm voice of his. And they’re gone. As soon as Cas makes them disappear, Sam rushes over to you and starts to untie you.

“Are you alright?” he asks frantically, and you nod in response, not able to form complete sentences yet. “Yeah? You sure?” he asks, standing up and checking the cut on your face. You bring your hands from around the back of the chair where they were tied and start rubbing your wrists. The ropes had made marks on them.

“I’ll be fine,” you assure Sam, and he just nods. Then, he says, “Cas could heal that cut on your face later after he gets done dealing with Dean; he could probably heal your wrists, too, if you wanted.” “That would be nice of him,” you say, and then Sam helps you stand up and walk outside.

“So,” he starts, putting his hands on his hips. “I’m assuming you have some questions.” “Well, you assumed correctly,” you reply, and he gives a tight smile. Then the two of you get into the Impala that Dean drove here, and he begins to try to explain everything for you.

Imagine the look that Dean gets when he realizes he's in love with you. Requested by anon

"I decided to do a little research on my own" A Castiel One Shot

Anonymous asked: I’ve never made any requests before, so this is new. Would you do a Cas X Reader? Something where she hunts with Sam and Dean, and Cas has been in love with her from the moment they met?

Here you go, anon. I hope this is okay and what you were looking for!

“Yeah, whatever you say,” you laugh after Dean claimed that he and Sam “totally killed that last demon on their own”. In reality, you played a major role in killing the thing and saving their asses….again. Sam just chuckled and shook his head, fumbling with the lock on the motel room that the three of you were sharing. After he (finally) got it open, you guys walked into the room, ready to gather what little belongings you had and get back on the road again. But what you all saw on the couch made you stop dead in your tracks. Cas was sitting there, looking at the three of you. “Hello Sam, Dean, (Y/N),” he greeted when you noticed him, nodding at each of you while he said their name. “Jesus, Cas,” Dean breathed. “Couldn’t you have at least told us that you were coming? You nearly gave us a heart attack!” “And I almost shot you,” you added, earning nods of agreement from Sam and Dean but a blaming look from Cas. “What?” you tried to defend yourself. “It’s not my fault I didn’t know who you were.” Cas looks at you for a second and then just gave a little shrug dismissing what you said. “I needed to speak to (Y/N),” he explained himself. “You guys were gone, so I just decided to wait here until you all got back.” “Oh, well, what did you need to talk to me about?” you ask, only paying half attention because you were getting your things that were scattered all over the motel room together. “Um,” he scratched the back of his neck. “Can we talk somewhere else?” You look up at him, surprised. You were expecting him to just want to talk to you to make sure you were alright after the hunt; he checked in on you like that every now and again. You hadn’t considered the possibility that he wanted to talk to you about something more private. Masking your confusion and curiosity on your face, you simply reply, “Yeah, of course. Here, let’s step outside.” You followed Cas out the door, seeing Sam and Dean’s expressions as you passed them. They both gave you questioning looks, and you had no doubt they were thinking the same thing as you: what was this all about? You just shrug in response, signaling that you had no clue, either. Then you shut the door behind you, and turned to face Cas. “Sooo, what’s up?” you ask. “Well,” he starts to explain. “I have been been thinking about you a lot lately. And, I’ve never really felt quite like this before, and I had no idea how to describe the way I felt about you.” Just as you were about to ask what he felt about you, he continued talking. “So, I decided to do a little research on my own. And it turns out that the way I’ve been feeling about you is love.” You smile at this and open your mouth to say something, but Cas cuts you off to say, “Wait, let me finish. I want to explain. I’ve known since the first day I met you that I cared about you, and after a while, I’ve grown to love you. But soon, that love grew into a different feeling. It was still love, but it was…different. So while I was researching, I looked up what I was feeling, and it told me that I did, in fact, love you. Which, like I said, I already knew. But it turns out that these feelings are described as a more…romantic kind of love. Now, looking back on it, I can tell that this conclusion is correct. So, the next thing that it told me was that I should ask you out on a date?” He phrased this more like a question, looking at your facial expression to see if this was the right thing to be asking. You giggle a little and nod, telling him that it was okay. He nods and continues, “So, (Y/N), would you like to go on a date with me?” You smile and reply, “I would love to go on a date with you, Cas.” You’ve had feelings for Cas for a while now, too, but you were always too afraid to make the first move. He smiles at you and says, “Great. That’s great. When…when do you want to go?” “I’m free whenever,” you shrug. “Free?” he looks at you with confusion. “Did you come at a price before?” You laugh at this, and then decide to just suggest a time. “How’s tomorrow at 6?” you ask. “Sounds great,” he replies, smiling. You smile back, and then the two of you walk back into the hotel room, with you still supressing laughs over the fact that Cas had researched love.

Castiel One Shot: “I Was Just Worried”

Anonymous asked: Hi! Can you write a one-shot where the reader gets back from a hunting trip but she's gotten hurt? And at first she thinks Cas is mad at her, but then she realizes that he was just worried? Lots of fluff? :) thank you!!

Here it is!! :) (Y/N): your name Warnings: Very very mild language, injury Sorry if there are any spelling/grammatical errors; let me know if there are! Also, if you wanna request a one shot/imagine/preference of your own, just let me know! :)

“Cas, really, I’m fine,” you sigh as you sit down on the bed in a motel room. “No, you’re not,” he says sternly. You just sigh again. You were out on a hunting trip with Sam, Dean, and Cas, hunting what they thought could be another Wendigo case. Well, it was, and it captured you. You had been strung up in its cave, just dangling there, waiting to be eaten. That’s when the three boys came in and saved the day, just like normal. You had known they would come for you, but you couldn’t help worrying that maybe they wouldn’t be able to find you in time. In all honesty, that was the scariest part of the whole thing. Of course, Cas would do everything he could to heal you or bring you back, but the pain. The pain is what you feared. Getting torn apart and eaten wouldn’t exactly be a pleasant thing to go through, not matter how high your pain-tolerance was. Although you had escaped your fate of being eaten, you didn’t leave without a bruise or a scape. The Wendigo had taken a nasty swing at your shoulder, leaving four deep gashes. It hurt, a lot. But not wanting Cas to panic more than he already was, you tried playing it cool. He wasn’t having it, though. “Alright, (Y/N), move your shirt out of the way, let me see your shoulder,” Cas demanded, sitting next to you on the bed. You had no doubt that he was about to heal you, and as nice as that sounded, all you wanted to do was take a nap. Of course, that could be the amount of blood evacuating your body doing the thinking for you... “I’m fine; can’t I just sleep for a while first?” Your voice sounded whiny even to you, but hey, you just escaped Death’s grip. You thought you were entitled to a little whiny-ness. “Dammit, (Y/N)!” Cas said, rather loudly. “Move your shirt; I need to see your shoulder!” You look down, a little embarrassed that you angered Cas enough to make him shout. He was usually a fairly calm person when he was around you. “Sorry...” you mumble, moving your shirt out of the way. Almost immediately, you felt Cas’ had take the place of where your shirt had just been, and your wounds start to heal. After just a second or two, the only thing left is four, almost faded scars. “Thank you,” you say politely as to not anger him any further, tugging your shirt back into it’s original place. “I’m gonna go shower.” Standing up and grabbing some new clothes from your bag, you make your way into the bathroom. You sigh and lean against the counter. After about a minute, you straighten up, take a deep breath, and start the shower, taking your time to get all the dirt and grime off of your body. You step out, dry yourself off, get changed into your new, clean clothes, and then brush your hair, getting all the tangles out. Not even worrying about drying it further, you walk out of the bathroom and find Cas lying on the bed. Without saying a word, you lay down next to him, pulling the blankets over you, preparing to go to sleep. That’s when you hear Cas’ voice, in a soft tone this time, quietly say, “(Y/N)?” You look over at him, and see him looking at you with a slightly concerned expression. “Yeah?” you answer. “Are you okay?” he asks, studying your facial expressions. “Yeah, I’m good now,” you reply. “Thanks to your healing voodoo magic stuff, my shoulder is totally fine now.” You give a tight smile. “That’s not what I mean,” he shakes his head. Then he sighs and says, “I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier when I was telling you to let me see your arm. I did not mean to be rude or hurt your feelings, and I’m sorry if it came across that way.” “I thought you were mad at me,” you whisper, and Cas’ face contorts with remorse. “I apologize,” he says softly. “I wasn’t mad at you; I was just worried.” “I know that now,” you say, giving a real smile this time. “I appreciate your concern. And thanks again, for fixing me up.” You pat your shoulder. Cas chuckles. “It was my pleasure. I’ll let you sleep now.” He kisses your cheek lightly, and you smile a little in response, already drifting off to sleep.