“Anytime”

My first one shot in forever! Yay!  Seriously, though, guys, I wanted to apologize for being so inactive up until a month or so ago. There’s been a lot going on with school, applying to colleges and all that jazz, but I graduated high school almost a month ago (about when I started posting again :P)!! So that’s exciting :) Quick life update: I’m going to UMBC in the fall to major in psychology, and eventually I’m planning on going to grad school to get a doctorate in Physical Therapy so I can become a physical therapist (obviously haha). So I’m super excited about that!  Anyways, this wasn’t requested, my inbox is actually empty right now (I think somehow all of my messages got deleted...so sorry if you had sent something in! Please feel free so re-send it if you would like), so if anyone wants to request anything, be it an imagine or one shot, go right ahead and I’ll try to get on it as soon as I can! Or if ya just wanna drop in and say hi/start a conversation or if you have any questions or anything like that, I would appreciate that, too ;) Enjoy! 

(Y/N) = your name Warnings: themes of depression/anxiety, language

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With the life you were living, it was a no-brainer that you were gonna have your fair share of bad days. When they occurred, you managed to pull yourself through them with the help of your friends, and you kept your head up. Because that’s what you were supposed to do. 

But you knew something was wrong when you started feeling worse and worse, and more frequently than before. And not even because of everything that was going on. It just felt like there was this constant fog always clouding your thoughts, and no matter how hard you tried to make it go away, it wouldn’t budge.  It wasn’t even just feeling sad. It was the tiredness, the ever-growing irritability, the worry, the feelings of low self-esteem. For the first time in your life, you felt absolutely worthless, and you didn’t know why. 

So you started distancing yourself from everyone. Maybe it started as an unconscious action, but when you realized you were doing it, you started to think that maybe it was for the better. If no one knew you were suffering, then no one would worry about you, and things would just go on as normal. Anyone worrying about you was the very last thing you wanted; you didn’t want to become annoying or be a nuisance. 

This went on for a few months. You would hunt, kill a few evil sons of bitches, come back to the bunker, and then retreat into your room until someone informed you of another case. And it worked out well. You didn’t get in anyone’s way, you were still a sharp and competent hunter, and while you were working, you were able to keep your mind occupied. The trouble only came when you were locked up in your room, with nothing to distract you from your thoughts. Sure, you had Netflix, and you spent countless hours scrolling through social media, but it was never enough. Your mind kept drifting off and ended up in dark places.

It’s not even like you matter, your brain would tell you. Sam, Dean, Cas, everyone...it’s obvious that they all love each other more than they could ever love you. Hell, I’m not even sure if they like you. You’re nothing like them; not a good hunter, not a good friend, not even a good person. I’m sure they’d all be better off without you.

Most of the time, you were able to push those thoughts away, even if only for a second, and distract yourself with solving long division in your head or some other ridiculous thing until you were able to stop ridiculing yourself. Other times, though, like today, you broke.

You tried to be quiet, you really did, but apparently you’re a louder crier than you thought, because after a few minutes of it, there was a light knock on your door. “(Y/N)?” you hear Sam call, kindness in his voice. “You alright in there?”

“Yeah I’m fine!” you reply, trying to sound as normal as possible. There’s a pause, and for a fleeting second, you think Sam is going to leave you alone. But he cracks the door and peeks his head in, and you know that once he looks at your face, there’s no hiding anything. Still, though, you quickly wipe your tears and try to play it off. “I think my allergies are acting up. The pollen count must be really high today.”  Your voice cracks on the last word, giving you away, and Sam gives you a sympathetic smile, making his way over and sitting beside you on your bed.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?” he asks, and you shake your head, tears escaping your eyes, and you bite your lip to keep from making any noise. He tilts his head and raises his eyebrows, though, making it clear that he’s not giving you a choice; you’re going to have to talk to him, whether or not you want to.

“I just,” you hiccup. “I’ve just been having a really hard time recently.” Sam nods encouragingly at you, and suddenly, you spill everything. “I’ve been feeling really fucking awful, and I don’t know why. I feel like the world is crashing down around me and I can’t do anything to stop it, and I feel like a fuck up because I can’t do anything right, and I’ve been so damn irritable lately, and I feel like I’m being a bitch, and everything just really hurts right now and I’ve been feeling this way for a really long time but I didn’t want to say anything but now I have and oh God Sam I’m so fucking sorry.”

You start crying again, putting your hands over your face. Sam clicks his tongue in sympathy and wraps one arm around you, his hand rubbing up and down your arm soothingly. He uses his other hand to gently remove your own from over your face, and to take your chin to force you to face him. 

“(Y/N), look at me.” Reluctantly, you lift your head slightly to meet his eyes, and he gives you a small smile before continuing. “I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay? First of all, you don’t have to apologize for anything. Anything at all. You can’t control how you’re feeling, and it’s okay to not be okay. Secondly, you’re not a fuck up. I promise you’re not. You’re a damn good hunter, you’re one of the most kind and compassionate people I’ve met in my entire life, and you’re an absolute joy to be around. Honestly, I think I speak for everyone when I say that most of the time, you’re the one holding us all together. I know that recently you’ve been distancing yourself -” Your eyebrows raise slightly at this, and Sam chuckles. “Yes, I’ve noticed. So has everyone else. We’ve all been worried, you know.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumble. “I thought that would be the best.”

“It isn’t though,” Sam replies. “All you’re doing is shutting yourself out from the people who love you most, and the people who want to see you happy. Like I said, we’ve all noticed that you haven’t been yourself lately, and all we want to do is help. We can’t do that if you don’t tell us what’s wrong, though. Even if you don’t know what’s wrong, talking about your feelings is really a good way to feel a bit better, even if only for a moment.” 

“I just didn’t want to annoy you guys, especially since we all already have enough to worry about. And I didn’t want to look weak, because I know I’m supposed to be strong and I know that -”

“Hang on,” Sam cuts you off. “You’re not ‘supposed’ to be anything. Talking about how you’re feeling isn’t weak; recognizing that you’re not okay and asking for help just shows how strong you really are. It sure as hell isn’t an easy thing to do, and it’s definitely not fun, but it allows other people to love you and to help you get through whatever’s going on.”

“I know,” you sigh. Deep down, you knew that you couldn’t get through this all on your own, you just didn’t know how to bring it up.

“I want you to talk to one of us whenever you’re not feeling great, okay?” Sam tells you.

“Okay,” you reply, sniffling. At least I’m not crying anymore, you think to yourself. 

“C’mon,” he says, smiling and standing up. “Dean left a little bit ago to pick up some dinner and should be back any minute. What do ya say we go pick out a movie for us all to watch when he comes back?”

You smile back and get up, wiping your eyes. “That sounds great.” As the two of you walk down the hallway together, you look up at him. “Sam?”

“Hm?” he hums in response, looking down.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, hon,” he smiles, wrapping an arm around you and giving you a hug from the side. “Anytime.” 

Imagine Sam’s eyes just daring a flirty man at the bar to hit on you.

Imagine Sam being upset, so he’s appreciative when you make a joke to lighten the mood and help him feel better.

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.

Imagine Sam’s reaction when you tell him that you’re pregnant with his child.

Imagine being Sam and Dean’s little sister, and this is the face Sam gives you when you tell him that you got an ‘A’ on the math test that he helped you study for.

So, this is my first imagine using a GIF instead of a picture. Is this okay? Should I start using GIFs once in a while instead of pictures? Let me know! :)

This Wasn’t Supposed to Happen

Request (from anon): could I make a request where the reader and Sam have a one night stand and she ends up pregnant and only her best friend (Dean) knows and she leaves. (If anything this could be a part 2 where he finally meets their daughter Avalon? Up to you hun :))

Sure thing :)

(Y/N) = your name Warnings: pregnancy, language, brief discussion of abortion (I’m not inserting my opinions on abortion into this; the only reason I put what I did into the story is for plot purposes)

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“Holy shit,” you mutter, placing a hand over your mouth in surprise, looking at the three pregnancy tests laid out on front of you on the counter. Not wanting to trust what they said, you took two more, just to be sure. Those came out with the same results as the first three: positive. You slid down the side of the bathroom counter and found yourself sitting on the floor, holding back tears.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. The two of you were so careful. You used protection, every single time. But still, all five tests said that you were pregnant.

The first thought to go through your mind was: I can’t do this to Sam.

There was no way that Sam could juggle this hectic lifestyle, AND care for a child. That just wasn’t possible, and you knew that; you weren’t delusional enough to think that there was a chance. After what seemed like a lifetime of sitting and thinking, sitting and thinking, you stood up, dried your eyes, and threw away the tests, covering them with toilet paper to make sure that no one found them. Then you walked out of the bathroom and sat on the bed of the cheap motel the three of you were staying at. Sam and Dean were out on a hunt, and you were glad that they weren’t here to see you like this, because you wouldn’t know how to explain this to them.

But eventually, Sam and Dean were back, too soon, and you were forced to face them. Sam walked over and gave you a peck on the lips, and you smiled a little at him.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yup!” you reply, trying your best to muster up your most convincing smile, and he nods.

“Hey, good news,” Dean says, holding up a greasy bag from a fast food place. “I brought food.”

“Thanks, Dean,” you smile, and the three of you sit down at the table and start eating. That reminded you of something else: you couldn’t keep eating all of this greasy junk food; you had to eat healthily to help nourish your baby. Sighing, you pushed your burger away, half-eaten. Sam doesn’t seem to notice, but Dean gives you a questioning look. You just shake your head in response.

After the boys finished eating, Sam went over and put on the TV, and Dean and you cleaned up from dinner. After a minute or two of silence, Dean says quietly,

“So, you wanna tell me what’s going on?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply, concentrating on the dish you were scrubbing, refusing to look him in the eye.

“Oh, c’mon, (Y/N), don’t give me that bullshit,” Dean demands, still in a quiet tone, though, not accepting your answer. “Something is obviously up, and I’m not gonna leave you alone ‘til you tell me what it is. So, start talking.”

You sigh and glance over at Sam to see if he was paying attention. His eyes were still glued to the TV screen, so you took a deep breath and barely whispered to Dean, “I’m pregnant.”

At first, Dean had no reaction whatsoever. Then, his face showed a mix of disbelief and shock. “You’re pregnant?” he asks in a whisper-scream kind of way, and all you can do is nod. He blinks a few times, shakes his head, and blows a little bit of air out. “Wow. Well, uh, congratulations?” he says as more of a question, probably not sure what the correct thing to say in a situation like this was.

“Thanks, I guess,” you mutter, and there’s an awkward silence for about 10 seconds. Then, Dean says,

“So, what are you going to do?”

“Honestly?” you reply. “I have no clue. Sam can’t be responsible for a child right now; he’s too busy hunting demons and shit. Plus, I can’t put our baby in danger like that.”

“Well, are you going to, ya know...keep it?” Dean asks slowly, sensing that he was getting into a sensitive topic of discussion.

“Of course I’m going to keep it,” you respond. 

“Okay, okay,” Dean surrenders. “I’m gonna support you either way; I just wanted to know.”

You nod, and then suddenly, a thought comes to you. There was only one way that you could keep this baby, protect it, and let Sam live his life.

“Dean,” you say, hesitantly but firmly. “I have to leave.”

Where It All Started

Request (from pizzaftvevo): Imagine/One Shot SamxHunter!Reader : Sam getting jealous when a cute guy tries to court you to go on a date with him, but Sam scares him away, being overprotective over you? Love your blog, by the way!

Aw, thanks! I wasn’t sure if you wanted a protective Sam in a romantic or a brotherly way, so I just decided to do romantic, I hope that’s okay! I’m so sorry that this took so long for me to get out; things have been hectic lately! Thanks for being patient :)

(Y/N) = your name Warnings: a little bit of violence in the beginning, mild mild language

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You grunted as the angel blade you borrowed from Cas went through the torso of the demon on the ground beneath you. It screamed in agony, and once it was dead, you blew the hair out of your face and stood upright. At that moment, Sam and Dean burst in the room.

“Sorry we got here so late; we got here as fast as we could,” Sam says, surveying the situation you were in. “You okay?”

“Yup!” you responded, giving them a little smile. “You two missed all of the fun, though.”

“Well, it looks like we’ll just have to go make some fun of our own,” Dean says with a wink. “What do you say the three of us go get ourselves a beer or two?”

“I’d be okay with going out for a drink,” you smile, putting your hands on your hips, and Dean grins.

“Great,” he says. “What about you, Sammy? You fancy yourself a couple beers, maybe a lady?” He winks at that last part.

“Yeah, I’ll go get a drink with you guys,” Sam rolls his eyes, not even bothering to address the last part of what Dean said to him. The three of you go out into the Impala, and Dean drives you all to the nearest bar.

Almost immediately after entering the bar, Dean goes and scopes out a woman, and goes over and sits next to her, turning on the charm. You and Sam just shake your heads and make your way over to get a beer. You sit down next to each other, and the bartender gets you your drinks. Then you guys drink and chat about whatever comes to mind.

About 20 minutes after you sat down, a handsome man came over and sat on the other side of you. You nodded politely at him, and he smiles in response and orders his drink. Just as the bartender was about to walk away again, the man calls out,

“Could I also get another drink for this fine lady right here?” He gestures towards you, and the bartender nods.

“Thanks,” you say to the man, smiling a little.

“No problem,” he winks back, and you smile again. The two of you started talking a little bit, and you found out that his name was Gavin, and he lived in the area. He seemed really into you: laughing at all the little jokes you made, putting his hand on yours; the usual. He was a sweet guy, but you just weren’t into him like that. Besides, with your job, you couldn’t get tied to a relationship in a place where you were most likely never even going to come to again. So that’s why at the end of the night, when he asked for your number and to maybe hang out sometime, you refused.

Or at least, you were about to refuse, until Sam stood up and butted in for you, saying, “I’m sorry, but she can’t. We’re already dating.”

You looked over your shoulder at him, bewildered, and Gavin looks equally surprised. “O-oh, sorry man, I-I didn’t know,” he stuttered, obviously intimidated by Sam’s height and appearance. Then Gavin stands up and hurries off, most likely to find himself another girl.

You watch him go, and then turn to Sam. “What the hell?” you say.

“I’m sorry,” Sam apologizes, looking a little ashamed. “I don’t know why I did that.”

You run your hand through your hair, sighing. “You’re lucky I wasn’t into him, Winchester, or I would’ve kicked your ass into next week.”

He chuckles and nods, and the two of you sit back down and finish your drinks.

Later, while you and Sam were getting ready for bed (Dean picked up some chick for a one-night-stand and got a separate room), you got curious about something.

“Hey, Sam?” you call out, and he walks out of the bathroom, just finished with brushing his teeth.

“What’s up?” he replies, sitting down on the bed.

“Well, I wanted to ask you something,” you say, and he nods for you to continue, so you do. “Why did you act like that back there in the bar?”

He tenses up a little, and then relaxes and sighs. “You’re gonna find out eventually, so I might as well tell you now. When that guy asked you out, I got jealous. I didn’t like the idea of you going out with anyone...unless it was me.” After saying this, he looks up at you with an expression mixed with embarrassment and hopefulness.

“Sam Winchester has a crush on me?” you say, smiling. “Well, I just don’t believe this!” Truth be told, you’ve kinda had a thing for Sam for a while now; yo just never imagined that he would feel the same way.

“Yeah, yeah, you don’t have to make fun of me for it,” he mutters.

“Aw, Sammy, I’m sorry,” you say. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad. I feel the same way about you.”

Judging by the expression on Sam’s face when you said that, you don’t think he was expecting you to feel the same way about him, either.

So you smiled at him, and he smiled back, and that’s where your relationship started. 

Imagine the smile Sam gives you when he can tell you’re having a bad day and wants to cheer you up.

Imagine Sam giving you this face when he’s concerned about you.

"I told you so."

Anonymous said: Hey! Could you write a one shot where the reader is Sam and dean’s sister, and she goes on a hunt with them and ends up getting hurt? Like, their reactions to her getting hurt. Thanks!

“Sam,” you whine, following him and Dean out to the Impala. “Please let me come with you guys.”

“(Y/N), I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: no. It’s too dangerous. You’ll get hurt,” he replies, giving you a look that clearly expresses that he wants you to let it drop. But you won’t.

“But you and Dean do it all the time,” you protest. You wanted to go on a hunt with your brothers. Dean was alright with it, as long as you payed attention to what was going on around you, and you did whatever they told you the first time they say it, no questions asked. But Sam was a little harder to convince. You shot Dean a glare, silently demanding him to help you out a little. Thankfully, he caught on.

“Sam, maybe we should give her a chance,” he says, scratching the back of his neck. “I mean, we’ll be able to watch her to make sure nothing happens, and she can’t prove herself unless we give her the opportunity to do so.”

You could see that Sam was about to cave in, so to push him over the edge, you gave him one of your famous puppy-dog faces that you knew he couldn’t say ‘no’ to.

“Alright, fine!“ he exclaims, throwing his hands up into the air. “Come with us. But I get the front seat.”

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It all happened so fast, you barely had time to process what was going on. One second you were right behind Sam and Dean, and the next, the djinn you were hunting had whipped you around the corner and shoved you up against the wall. You let out a small cry as you felt the impact, and almost immediately, you could tell that at least one, if not more, of your ribs had been cracked from the force. In an instant, your brothers were right there with you, and Sam took care of the djinn while Dean stayed with you. Struggling to breathe, the only thing you could do was nod along to Dean’s assurances that you would be okay; that they got the djinn and soon you would be home, and they would get Cas to fix you up. You hoped he was right.

When Sam came back to the two of you, the first thing that you expected out of his mouth was an exasperated “I told you so”. At least an angry expression on his face. But the only thing you saw was worry.

“Let’s get you home,” he says, and scoops you up into his arms, carrying you to the car. He put you gently down in the backseat, and Dean drove you all back, careful to avoid any bumps or holes in the road that would cause you any pain. When he stopped the car at the motel you all were staying at, he came back instead of Sam this time, lifted you up, carried you inside, and helped you lay down on the couch. You groaned a little in pain, but you didn’t want to make too much of a fuss about it. After all, you were the one who pleaded to come with them on the hunt, anyways. And, it could be a lot worse.

“Alright, um, let me see if Cas will answer,” Dean says, and he begins praying. “Hi, uh, Cas, we really need you here right now, sooo if you could just get down here, it would be much appreciated.” He opened his eyes and looked around, but Cas didn’t show up. “Son of a-” he started, but you cut him off.

“Here, I’ll try,” you offered, and cleared your throat. “Cas, I need you help, man. So get you ass down here right now, or I swear, the next time I see you, I will grab you by your feathery little-“

Just then, you heard the flutter of Cas’ wings, so you smiled and opened your eyes to see him standing in front of you.

“Don’t be rude to the person you’re asking to help you,” he says, but then noticing that you were injured, he walked over and knelt beside you. “What happened?” he asked.

“Well, I convinced Sam and Dean to let me go on a hunt with them, and while we were there, the djinn they were hunting slammed me against the wall, and I’m pretty sure he cracked a few of my ribs,” you try to explain to him through your labored breathing.

Taking two fingers, Cas lightly places them on your ribs, and you gasp from the pain. Frowning, he removes them from you and says, “Yes, I think you’re right about the cracked ribs.”

Then, he uses the same two fingers and puts them against your forehead, and almost instantly, the pain goes away and it’s easier to breathe.

“Oh my gosh, thank you,” you say, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him.

“It was not a problem,” he replies, patting your back awkwardly. You just chuckle and let go of him, looking up to see that Sam and Dean have been watching, concerned, the whole time.

“Soooo, you’re okay now?” Dean asks.

“Yep!” you smile in response.

“Good,” Sam says. “Because now I can say this: I told you so.”

You just smile again and shake your head, glad that you had your older brothers and an angel to look after you.

Any more requests? :)

Imagine the face Sam gives you when you say something bad about yourself, and then he disagrees with you and tells you that you’re perfect just the way you are.

Any requests?

Imagine Sam’s face when you were being reckless and he thought you were going to get hurt so he’s a little mad, but you end up okay.

No One Would Care (A Supernatural One-Shot)

Requested

***TRIGGER WARNING FOR A SUICIDE ATTEMPT/SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, AND A VERBALLY ABUSIVE STEP FATHER. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH EITHER OF THESE TOPICS***

You open your bedroom door after hearing your step dad call for you. Reluctantly, you trudge down the stairs, not really looking forward to seeing what he wanted. Most of the time when he called for you, it was just to tell you about how much of a screw up you were, and remind you of everything you’ve ever done wrong. “Yes?” you ask, walking up to him and being as polite as possible. “We’ve got a hunt to go on, pack a bag,” your mother responds. She is sitting next to him at the kitchen table. You just nod, and then you walk back up the stairs into your room, closing the door behind you. Leaning against the door, you sigh. You didn’t really feel like hunting with your parents. You were fine with killing the things, especially since they hurt other people, but you didn’t like your family. Your mom had never cared about you, and your step dad hated you. You’d never done anything to annoy him or to make him dislike you, but whenever he got the chance, he would insult you and make you feel like absolute garbage. It was hard to cope with it all.

After you had backed away from the door and packed your bag, you picked it up and brought it downstairs to find your mother and your step dad waiting for you. “Finally,” your mom said dramatically. “Sorry,” you mumbled in response, and the three of you go out to the car. “So, what are we hunting?” you dare to ask a few minutes into the ride. “Vampires,” they say in unison, and just leave it at that. Not even bothering to respond, you stare out the window and wait to get to where you were going. You knew better than to talk too much in the car; it annoyed your family to no end, and it made them ridicule you even more. After about a 45 minute drive, you guys pull up to a motel to drop your stuff off there. When you finished with that, you all drove to a nearby cafe to question some people there.

When you got there, your parents instructed you to sit at a table, and they went a few tables away to question a couple. You looked down and started playing with your hands, not really sure what to you. You didn’t have a phone, or an iPod, so most of the time, it was hard to occupy themselves. Just then, you saw two boys sit down across from you. Without even introducing themselves, the older-looking one with the shorter hair asked you, “So, you guys are hunting vampires, huh?” You were shocked. “How did you know that?” you demanded. “We heard your parents over there talking to that couple, and they were asking them basically the same questions that we were asking people here. We’re hunters, too,” the other boy explained themselves. “Oh,” you say. You had run into other hunters before, but it wasn’t a frequent thing, and it always caught you off guard. Sometimes, you forgot that there were people out there that spent their lives hunting the same monsters that you did.

“We should work together,” the boy with the longer hair suggested, and the other boy gave him a stern look. “No, we should,” he continued. “It would give us a fresh perspective as to what we’re hunting and how to catch it, and we’ll be able to kill it quicker.” The other boy just grunted in response as a way to say that he agreed, but wasn’t necessarily happy with it. “I don’t even know your names,” you say. “I’m Dean, and this is my brother Sam,” the more reluctant one said. “Now you do. So, let’s head out and get this show on the road.”

Just then, your parents came back over. “Who are these boys?” your step dad asked you. “That’s Sam, and that’s Dean,” you say, pointing to each of them as you said their name. “They’re hunters, too, and we’re all gonna work together to find the vampire.” “Whatever,” your mom rolled her eyes. “Let’s go.”

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Later on that night, you were taking a walk. You wanted to clear your head and just get away from all the stress of your parents for a little while, so you announced that you were going to leave for a bit. You don’t even know if your parents heard you or not, but you doubt that they would care either way. While on your walk, you came across a bridge overlooking a river. Walking up to the edge and looking over the side, you climbed over the railing in front of the edge and sat down, letting your feet dangle over the side. Suddenly, your mind started to wander. “What if I just jumped off?” you asked yourself. “I mean, it’s not like anyone would care. I wouldn’t be missed. I don’t have any friends. I have nothing to live for anymore. It would just be easier to end it all.” Without really even thinking it through, you stood up. You had made up your mind. Just as you were about to jump, you heard a deep voice call your name. “(Y/N)?” You looked over to see Sam and Dean walking quickly in your direction. “Do it, do it now. Jump!” your mind told you, but your feet were frozen. You couldn’t move. “What are you doing here?” Sam asked you. “Nothing,” you reply quickly, but you could tell that they didn’t believe you. “You were about to jump, weren’t you?” Dean asked you in an accusing tone. You just looked down, and that alone gave them their response. “C’mon, let’s get you back over,” Sam says gently, helping you back over the railing. “Why would you want to kill yourself?” he asks as soon as you were safely over. Suddenly, everything comes rushing out of your mouth. Your step father treating you like crap, your mom not caring about you at all, how you feel worthless, everything. After explaining everything to the boys, Dean says, “Well, why don’t you just come with us?”

“Yeah, great idea,” you say sarcastically. “I’ll just drop everything and leave with you two. Amazing plan.” “Why not?” Sam asks. “You just told us, your step dad and your mother wouldn’t care if you left. And you deserve people who will be there for you and care for you, not people who will put you down. We can give you those things.” You thought it through. Really, it wasn’t a bad idea. “Alright,” you agreed, smiling a little. “I’ll go with you.” “Great,” Dean says. “Now, let’s go find this vampire.”

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