“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.” 

Dean Was Right

Request (from robinsgirl): Hiya could I request a Dean one shot where you have a really shitty manipulate,cheating boyfriend and Dean finds you crying in your room and comforts you, and admits he's had feelings for you for a very long time, then convinces you to leave your asshole of a boyfriend please? Thank you 😊 sorry if I worded this badly 

Request (from anon): Can you do one where (reader)'s boyfriend is cheating on her and Dean knows it and Dean always insults him and such until (reader) gets angry at Dean. She storms off and catches her boyfriend and she rushes back to see Dean and apologize and it get super fluffy and Dean admits he has a crush on her

Request (from flashing-supernatural-wholockian): Can you do on earth where dean confesses his love for you?

I decided to take aspects from all of these requests and combine them into one one-shot since the prompt is pretty similar; I hope this is okay!

(Y/N) = your name Warnings: cheating, language

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“Dean, we need to talk about this!” you exclaim, groaning in frustration as you follow Dean around the bunker, trying to get him to talk to you. You’ve recently started to go out with this guy named Emmett, but Dean wasn’t such a big fan of him. Which is fine; everyone is entitled to their own opinions. But once Dean started to call him names, not even caring if Emmett was standing right there, you drew the line. That’s what you were trying to get Dean to talk about now.

“There’s nothing to talk about, (Y/N),” Dean replies simply, opening the fridge and bending over to grab a beer. “That guy is a douche, and I’m just trying to help you realize that.”

“He is not a douche!” The volume of your voice was almost at yelling point, now. What wasn’t Dean understanding that Emmett is an important part of your life? “Why do you even say that?!”

“Because, he’s cheating on you, (Y/N)!” Dean says, growing angry as well.

You slap your hand to your face in exasperation after Dean says this. He’s been saying it for a while, now, but he’s never been able to give you any solid proof. And you’re a skeptical person; you need to see something to believe it. “A hunch” is what he called it, but he’s never been able to prove his little theory.

“You know what?” you sigh, shaking your head. “I’m done trying to reason with you.” And with that, you turn around to walk up the stairs and out of the bunker.

“Where are you going?” Dean calls after you.

“Out,” you reply, not even caring that you sounded like a rebellious teenager by saying it. You slammed the door behind you and got into your car, driving away as quickly as possible.

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You ring the doorbell to Emmett’s house when you get there. You had a key, but you thought it would be more polite to just try ringing first. When he didn’t answer, you started to get confused. That’s funny, you thought to yourself, scrunching up your eyebrows. His car is right here in the driveway...

“Em?” you call out, peeking around to see if you could make out anything through the window. The only thing you were able to see was that all of his lights were on, but he was nowhere to be found. “Are you here?”

This is dumb, you think, chuckling slightly at your stupidity. He’s not going to be able to hear me from out here.

Growing a little concerned, you decide to use your key to let yourself in.

“Em?” you call again once you’re inside. “Where are you?” You hear a bit of shuffling around upstairs, so you decide to call out again. “Emmett? Are you okay? I rang the doorbell but no one came...”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” he says, opening his bedroom door and looking down at you. His hair was a little bit messed up and he was only wearing his boxers.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” you ask, now feeling a little bit bad for barging in.

“Hm? Oh, uh, yeah, I was just taking a nap, but it’s alright,” he replies quickly, looking back into his bedroom. That’s when you hear a giggle coming from upstairs.

“Do you have someone over?” you ask, starting to head up the stairs.

“No, no one’s here,” Emmett chuckles nervously, trying to block your way to the bedroom. You’re able to peek around him, though, and see a half-naked woman laying on his bed. You look up at him with an expression of anger mixed with sadness. “Please, just let me explain,” he tries, but you don’t let him finish. You give him a good kick where the sun doesn’t shine, and run out of the house, leaving him groaning on the floor in pain. You quickly make your way back to the bunker, trying to drive through all the tears in your eyes.

You dreaded having to hide the fact that you were crying from Sam and Dean, but dreaded even more having to tell Dean that he was right.

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Somehow, you were able to make it back to your room without running into either of the brothers. Your luck wouldn’t stay for long, though, because a few minutes later, your sobs were cut off by a sharp knock on your door.

“(Y/N)?” you hear Dean’s voice call. “Are you okay?”

You sniffle and call out a weak, “Yeah, I’m fine,” trying to hide the fact that you’ve been crying, but obviously it doesn’t work, because Dean slowly opens the door to come in. Closing it softly behind him, he comes over and sits next to you on the bed.

Not even saying a word, he just wraps a strong arm around you, and you lay your head down on his shoulder and let the tears pour out. Dean sits there in silence, rubbing up and down your arm and rocking back and forth a little, just letting you get all of your emotions out. Once you start to calm down and the tears slow, he says, “Now, do you wanna tell me what that was all about?”

“You were right,” you reply simply, sitting up and wiping your eyes.

“Well, I usually am,” he jokes. “But what was I right about this time?”

“Emmett. You were right. He was cheating on me. I caught him with another girl.”

Dean lets out a sigh and you can practically feel the anger radiating off of him. “That son of a bitch,” he says quietly, shaking his head. “Alright, (Y/N), listen to me.” He turns to face you. “You deserve so much better than him. Hell, I don’t even know if there is anyone in the whole damn world who is up to par when it comes to that. But I do know one thing: Emmett was not. That bastard is just a low-life who has nothing better to do than to fuck some girls and fuck with other’s emotions. Alright?”

You nod in response. “Thanks, Dean.”

“No need to thank me, hun,” he replies. “Now, I know that right now might not be the best timing, but I’ve been wanting to tell you something for a while.” You nod for him to continue. “I really like you. Like, a lot. And I know that with the life we have, it’s kind of hard to keep a relationship, but I also know that tomorrow is never guaranteed; especially not to us. And I don’t want to have any regrets. So with that being said, I was just wondering if you would give me the opportunity to see if I’m able to meet your expectations in a relationship.”

Laughing a little bit, you give Dean a kiss on the cheek and say, “It would be my pleasure.”

He smiles back at you, and suddenly, all the sadness you were feeling about Emmett fades away, if only for the moment.

Thunderstorm

Request (from anon): Could you maybe do an imagine (one shot) where the reader is a teenage girl that is a Winchester and is terrified of thunderstorms and has anxiety attacks when they happen, and one night there is a bad thunderstorm and Sam and Dean are on a hunt, and while having a anxiety attack, the reader prays for Cas to come and help or stay with her, and he comes and comforts her and waits until Sam and Dean come back?

(Y/N) = your name Warnings: mild language, panic attacks (please remember that everyone has different experiences with these, and this is only based off of my experiences, not everyone’s)

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Considering the fact that you were still young, only 16 years old, your brothers seldom let you come on hunts with them. And if they did, it was only for something they were absolutely sure you could “handle”, such as a small vampire’s nest.

Usually, while Sam and Dean are gone, you keep yourself occupied mostly by reading and listening to music. Once in a while, if you ever got really bored, you would pray to Cas to keep you company, but you didn’t like to do that too much because you were worried that he would start to get annoyed.

On this particular night, you were sitting at the table in the bunker reading a random book you picked off of the shelves, while drinking a cup of tea and listening to the music you had playing in the background. You had just flipped the page when you heard it. Hoping that it was just your overactive imagination playing tricks on you, you pause your music and sit still, listening to see if you can hear it again. Sure enough, about 30 seconds later, the sound of thunder comes back with full force.

“Shit,” you mutter to yourself, slapping your book shut and squeezing your eyes shut. All of a sudden, your chest felt really light, like someone had grabbed your heart and just started squeezing it. It got harder and harder to breathe, so you tried taking deep breaths in and out, like your brothers told you to do, but that just made your chest hurt even worse.

Getting an idea, you open your eyes and start saying a desperate (and somewhat awkward) prayer to Cas. “Hey, uh, Cas,” you think, unable to talk out loud. “I’m not really sure if you can hear me right now, but if you can, I would really appreciate it if you could find your way here. I’m kinda, ah, freaked out by this storm and need your help calming down.”

Almost immediately after you got done praying, you heard the sound of fluttering wings, and looked up to see Cas looking down at you with a concerned expression on his face.

“(Y/N), are you alright?” he asks, but you still can’t talk because you’re too busy trying to get that tight feeling in your chest to go away, and get your breathing back to normal. Sensing that you were having a hard time breathing, Cas knelt down in front of you and pulled your chin up lightly so that you could look at him. “Okay, (Y/N), breathe with me, can you do that?” Cas breathes slowly in and out, never breaking eye contact with you. Seeing that it wasn’t helping as much as he would’ve liked, he gently pushes your head down in between your legs, telling you, “Keep breathing in and out, just like you were doing.”

This helps you calm down more, and eventually, after what feels like an hour, your heart no longer feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest, and you can breathe easy again. “Thank you, Cas,” you sigh, looking up at him.

“It was no problem,” he replies. “I didn’t know you were that afraid of thunderstorms.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s stupid,” you groan. “I’m not afraid of vampires or demons or werewolves, but I let a dumb thunderstorm get the best of me.”

“It’s not stupid, (Y/N),” Cas frowns and shakes his head. “Everyone has things that they’re afraid of.”

You just nod in response.

It’s quiet for a moment, and then Cas asks, “Would you like me to stay here with you until Sam and Dean return? Or at least until the storm is over?”

“Yeah, that would be great,” you smile, and he smiles back. Then the two of you put a movie on while you try to keep your mind off of the thunder outside. But even when you do get a little jumpy, Cas is always quick to calm you right back down to make sure you don’t have another panic attack.

Close Your Eyes

Request (from anon): Hi could I request a gabriel one shot where he sees the reader dancing in her room and joins her and ends with a first kiss maybe? Idk sorry if it’s confusing.

Here ya go :) (Y/N) = your name Warnings: none

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You plug your iPod into some speakers and find the playlist you want. Seeing the one titled “Cleaning”, you click on it, and the music begins to play. The first song to come on is Hallelujah by Panic! At The Disco, and you smile and get to work.

First you make your bed, pulling the sheets up first, and then the bigger blanket. Standing up and turning to your bed side table, you straighten your alarm clock, tissue box, and a few pens and notebooks you have. By now, the song was over, and the next one to come on is Flawless by Beyonce. You’re trying to dance and clean at the same time, which is a little hard considering you’ve never had much coordination to begin with.

After Flawless ends, Close Your Eyes by Michael Buble comes on, slowing everything down.

You’ve loved this song since the first time you heard it; it’s so sweet and pretty.

You stand in front of one of your dressers and begin organizing what’s on it, swaying your hips a little bit back and forth to the rhythm of the song.

Just then, you hear the flutter of wings behind you. You turn around to see Gabriel standing there.

“Gabe!” you say, going over and pausing your music. “I could’ve been naked!”

“I know,” he winks, and you just roll your eyes. “Well, no need to pause your music for me!” he continues. “Carry on.” He motions to your iPod.

Giving him a strange look, you shake your head and go over to unpause your music, muttering, “Weirdo,” under your breath. Then you start to head back over to the dresser you were working on. Before you can get there, though. Gabriel grabs your hands and pulls you towards him.

“What are you-” you start to ask, but get cut off when Gabriel starts to sing along to the song. He takes your hands and wraps them around his neck, and puts his own hands on your waist. Then he starts to sway the two of you back and forth, not really dancing, but moving around in a slow circle. There are a million questions you want to ask him right now, but for some reason, the only one that can form in your mind is, “You listen to Michael Buble?”

Gabriel chuckles and says, “A little bit.” He keeps moving you two around in that small circle, singing quietly along for the rest of the song. Under normal circumstances, the whole thing would’ve been extremely awkward, but with Gabe, it just felt right.

When the song ended, you walk over and pause your music, and then turn around to face Gabriel again. “Sooo,” you say, looking at him. “What was that about?”

“I dunno,” he shrugs his shoulders a little bit and looks back at you. “I liked the song, I like you, and the mood struck me, so I just went for it.” He said the whole thing so casually that you wondered if you even heard him right.

“Wait, you like me?” you ask, shock coloring every word.

“Well, yeah,” Gabriel answered, nodding a little bit.

"Oh,” you reply, too stunned to say much of anything else. Truth be told, you’ve had feelings for Gabriel for quite a while now, but you never imagined that he would feel the same way.

“I mean, it’s totally okay if you don’t like me back, though,” Gabriel rushed, mistaking your silence for disgust.

“No no no! I feel the same way about you!” you quickly reassure him, eyes widening. You didn’t want to ruin what might possibly be your only chance with the best guy ever.

“Oh, okay, cool,” he replies, relief written all over his face. “So, I guess you wouldn’t mind if I did this, then…” He starts to move slowly towards you, obviously waiting to see if you were going to protest to what he was about to do. You wouldn’t dream of stopping him, though, so when his face stopped inches in front of yours, you were eager to close your eyes and fill the gap between the two of you.

It wasn’t a long kiss, or any extra spectacular, but as far as first kisses go, it was your best one yet. And it didn’t hurt that you were extremely attracted to the guy you were kissing.

When you and Gabriel separated, you smiled at each other, and the both of you knew that this was the start of something special.

Crowley?

Recently, I've been thinking about adding Crowley to the list of Supernatural characters that I'll write for, but I wanted to see what you guys think. So, if you would like to see Crowley on this blog, if you could 'like' or reblog this post, or send me a quick ask or message letting me know, that would be greatly appreciated! Same thing goes for if you don't want any Crowley. If you 'like' or reblog this, I'll assume you want to see him, so if you're opposed to it, you can send me an ask or message. Thanks everyone!! :)

Dean’s Birthday One Shot

So the majority of people said that they wanted the reader in the one shot for Dean’s birthday to be his friend, so hopefully this is okay for all you guys! :)

(Y/N) = your name Warnings: none

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You’re siting at the table in the bunker, drinking your cup of coffee and on your computer when Dean comes into the room, heading over to the coffee pot to get his morning fix.

“Dean!” you smile, standing up when you see him.

“(Y/N)!” he replies in the same tone, mocking you. You shoot his a sarcastic smile and then ask,

“Did you forget what today is?”

Dean leans against the wall for a second, thinking. “Um,” he says. “Wednesday?”

“Okay, first of all, it’s Sunday, you moron,” you reply. “And second, it’s January 24th!”

“Oh, hey, whatdya know, it’s my birthday,” he gives you a little smile and then sits down at the table, taking a sip from his coffee.

“You don’t sound very excited,” you whine, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Sorry?” Dean tries, laughing a little.

“I know what will make you feel better,” you smile, an idea popping into your head. You run out of the room and head towards Sam’s room, going to try to convince him to help you out.

“And what would that be?” Dean calls after you.

“A party!” you yell back, and you can hear him groan (which you choose to ignore).

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Later that night, you had everything set up for Dean’s party. Sam had agreed to help you with it, finding your idea to be “cute and thoughtful”. Cas had got in on the action, too. To keep Dean away, you locked him in his room, much to his dismay, but eventually, he decided to be a good sport and agreed to stay in his room.

To keep Dean from having to be in his room for too long, you, Sam, and Cas got to work right away on decorating for the party. Cas popped himself over to the nearest store to buy the decorations and a pie. When he got back, Sam started blowing balloons up while you and Cas worked on the streamers. You put the pie on the table, and put a few candles in the center.

Just as Cas was about to go get Dean, you stopped him so you could run to your room and get the gift you had made him. You started working on it about a week ago, but just finished making it and wrapping it yesterday.

When you came back, you nodded to give Cas the “okay” to go get Dean. Cas brought him out to the room, and you and Sam shouted, “Surprise!” Admittedly, you felt a little silly doing all this, but you figured that a party would be a nice break from everything that was going on.

Dean smiled and chuckled a little when he saw the decorations, and came over to give each of you a hug. When he got to you, he whispered, “Thanks for this (Y/N).”

“It was no problem,” you smile, and the two of you part. Then, Dean goes over to the pie and blows out the candles, and all of you dig in. Cas brought out beers for everyone from the fridge, so everyone drinks those while you eat. After a few minutes, you reach behind you and pull out Dean’s gift. You hand it to him, saying, “Here ya go, old man.”

“Hey, 37 is not old!” Dean replies, but there’s a smile on his face as he takes the gift. He unwraps it to find a cassette tape filled with songs you chose to put on there, so that he doesn’t listen to the same ones over and over again anymore.

“For your sake, and everyone else’s,” you smile after explaining to him what it is.

“Thank the Lord,” Sam says, and Dean laughs.

“Wow, (Y/N),” he says. “This is great, thank you.” He stands up to give you another hug, and you smile.

“I’m glad you like it,” you reply.

The four of you spend the rest of the day chatting, drinking, eating, and just enjoying each other’s company.

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.

“I’m willing to make this work if you are.”

Request (from supernaturalgirl85): Can u do one where the reader really really likes Dean but all he see her is a Hunter or a kids sister.. or so she think until  wants to  try start dating

Here you go; I’m so sorry this took me so long to write; I’ve had a lot going on and have been having a bit of writer’s block lately. But hopefully this is okay!

(Y/N) = your name Warnings: language

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“Alright, are you two ready to go?” Dean asks, slamming the trunk and looking at you and Sam.

“Yup!” you reply, and Sam nods in agreement. Sam had saw that there might be a possible case in Milton, Delaware, so that’s where the three of you were heading now. Sam hopped in the passenger’s seat next to Dean, and you took your usual place in the back, directly behind the driver’s seat. Pulling out of the motel parking lot where you all stayed the night before, Dean blared his music, rolled the windows down, and started to make the 5 hour journey there.

Once you all got about 15 minutes away from Milton, Dean turned his music down a bit so that Sam could brief you two on the case. “So, basically, there’s been a bunch of seemingly random killings in the town recently, and the police can’t figure out who is killing these people, or what connects them,” Sam says, turning slightly so he could see both you and Dean.

“Alright, but what’s there that tells us there’s even a case that we need to handle? I mean, it could just be some crazy bastard killing these people, but nothing supernatural,” Dean questions.

“Well, the latest victim called 911 as soon as she heard someone enter her house, because she lived alone and was understandably frightened. The police were able to get there in time to save her and scare away the thing that was trying to hurt her. Now, here’s the part we’re interested in: the lady swore that it was her husband who tried to hurt her, but when the police questioned him, he denied it all and even had an alibi to back up his story. The police are chocking it up to the fact that the woman’s probably in shock, but as we all know, that’s usually not the case.”

“So, what, are we hunting a shapeshifter?” you ask, leaning forward a little.

“That’s my guess,” Sam shrugs, and you and Dean nod.

“Alright, well let’s get this show on the road,” Dean says, pulling up into the parking lot of a hospital so you could all go talk to the woman for yourselves.

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“Okay, so, this definitely sounds like a shapeshifter,” Dean says once you were done talking to the woman.

“Yeah, now we just have to find it,” Sam agrees.

Just then, a young, attractive nurse walked by the three of them, and Dean whistled softly. The girl turned around and smiled a little at him, giving him a quick glance-over as she checked him out. Obviously pleased with what she saw, she smiled bigger, and Dean winked. Then she turned back around and proceeded to walk away, Dean’s eyes fixed on her waist as she swiveled her hips when she walked.

“Wow, Sammy, did you see the rack on her?” Dean turned and asked his brother once the nurse had turned the corner, smiling ridiculously.

“I wasn’t really paying attention; there are more important things going on right now,” Sam replies to and chastises Dean at the same.

“Yeah, I know, but still,” Dean says, whistling again. “I wouldn’t mind getting to know her more intimately, if you know what I mean.”

Suddenly feeling awkward, you clear your throat, letting Dean know that you were still there.

“Oh, right, sorry, (Y/N),” Dean quickly says, realizing his mistake. “Alrighty then, let’s get to work on finding this son of a bitch.” The three of you leave the hospital and get back in the car in your usual spots. Sam and Dean were discussing the case, but you were just sitting there thinking. You had liked Dean for a while now, but you weren’t delusional; you knew that Dean obsessed over basically everything in a skirt, so you knew that there wasn’t really a chance for the two of you. Besides, he only saw you as a little sister, anyways. It was stupid to think that he could ever think of you differently.

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Three days later, you all had succeeded in killing the shapeshifter, and you were in the motel, getting a good night’s rest before heading off to find another case. Sam was already passed out on the couch, snoring slightly. You chuckled a little at the sight of him, and then sat down on your bed and pulled out a book. After about 5 minutes of quiet reading time, you feel the side of you bed dip down, and you look up to see Dean sitting there next to you.

“Hey,” you say, putting your bookmark back in and placing the book next to you on the bed.

“Hey,” he replies, giving you a quick little nod of his head. “I just, uh, wanted to make sure that you were okay. You’ve been a little quieter than usual these past few days.”

“Yup, I’m all good!” you smile, doing your best to put an enthusiastic expression on your face.

“(Y/N),” Dean immediately sees past your facade. “Don’t lie to me.”

You sigh, running a hand through your hair, and try to think of the best way to word what you were thinking. Truthfully, the whole Dean-not-ever-seeing-you-as-anything-but-a-sister thing was still getting to you, but you weren’t about to tell him that.

Or, so you thought. But before you could stop yourself, a jumble of words starting pouring out of your mouth, telling Dean everything. “It’s just that I get jealous really easily, and sometimes seeing you check out girls and flirt with them makes me upset because I really like you, and I want to be the one you’re doing those things with. And I know that’s stupid because you only see me as a sister and a hunter and nothing more, but I just can’t help thinking like that. And now I know I’ve probably made everything really awkward and ruined our friendship and I’m sorry but-”

Dean cuts off your run-on sentence by saying your name repeatedly and putting a hand over your mouth. After he was sure that you weren’t about to start rambling again, he removes his hand and says,

“(Y/N), where did you get the idea that I only thought of you as a sister?”

“I dunno,” you reply softly, shrugging. “I just kinda assumed.”

“Well, I don’t,” Dean says, smiling a little.

“Really?” you ask, your eyes lighting up a tiny bit.

“Really,” he chuckles in response, and you smile at him. “So, now that I know how you feel about me, and seeing as I feel the same way about you, would you like to try going on a date sometime? I know that with our job, it’s not the easiest thing to do, but we can go get dinner at some crap diner and I’ll make it all real cheesy and romantic and cliche if you want.”

“Yeah, Dean I would love that,” you smile. “I’m willing to try to make this work if you are.”

“Of course I am,” he smiles back, and those four words make your day.

She’s Always A Woman

Request (from anon): Can you do a one shot based off of song "she's always a women to me" where the reader is sam and dean's sister and she is asleep in the impala and the song is kinda what dean is thinking about her. Whatever u want to happen after that. Thnks luv ya.

Sorry this took so long for me to get up :/ I only ended up using like two lines from the song, specifically “She takes care of herself” and “She never gives in, she just changes her mind”. Hopefully it’s okay!

Just as a side note, this kind of jumps all over the place, from flashbacks to where they are currently. So to try to make it easier to understand, I put the flashback parts in italics.

(Y/N) = your name Warnings: language

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*Third Person POV*

“Aw, look at her,” Sam says from the passenger seat next to Dean, gesturing to (Y/N) in the backseat. Her head was leaned against the window and she was fast asleep, with her mouth open slightly.

“She’s tired; I don’t blame her,” Dean replies, taking a quick peek at her through the rear-view mirror and then looking back at the road. They had just finished up a particularly rough hunt; they killed the thing, but didn’t get there in time to save anyone. (Y/N) always gets in a kind of funk after those hunts. She tends to linger on the lives we couldn’t save, whereas Sam and Dead try to let it go. It’s harder for her, though.

Even though she’s obviously a bit more sensitive than Sam and Dean, she takes care of herself. Dean chuckles as he remembered the night when she went on her first date.

“I don’t like this,” Dean had said, glaring at the boy as he drove away with (Y/N) in the passenger seat.

“Neither do I, man,” Sam replied. “But, she’s growing up, and wants a semi-normal life. We have to let her go out on dates and have normal human experiences if that’s what she wants to do. We don’t have the right to force her to be a hunter forever; she’d just be miserable for the rest of her life.”

“Yeah, I know,” Dean grumbled. “But I still don’t like it.” Sam just chuckled, shook his head, and walked away.

Later that night, (Y/N) had come home in an awful mood, slamming the front door behind her. 

“Woah woah woah, what’s the matter?” Sam asked her, walking around the corner to meet her in the doorway. Dean was right on his tail. That’s when they noticed her make-up-streaked face. She had been crying.

“What did he do?” Dean demanded. 

“It was just a dare,” (Y/N) explained quietly. “He only asked me out because some of his buddies bet him 20 bucks that he couldn’t last one night with me.”

“That son of a bitch,” Dean said, growing angry. 

“Dean, calm down,” Sam started to say, putting a hand on his brother’s shoulder.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Dean almost yelled, pushing Sam’s hand away. “I’m gonna kill that bastard!”

“Dean,” (Y/N) said, smiling a little bit. “I already took care of him.”

“You what?” he asked after some hesitation. 

“I already took care of him,” she repeated, smiling wider now. “Let’s just say that he’ll be too scared to ever come near me again.” Sam and Dean share a look, shrugging and smiling a little. Then they told her that they were proud of her, and the three of them watched movies and ate junk food for the rest of the night.

Dean smiles at the memory, and then thinks back to the first argument that the two of them ever had. It was over something stupid; what channel they watched on the TV in the motel. (Y/N) was 11 at the time.

“Dean, let me watch Disney Channel!” she had yelled, putting her hands on her hips.

“No, we’re not watching that crap!” he replied, holding the remote above his head out of her reach. “I’m gonna put on the news!”

“But that’s boring,” she whined, and Dean just shrugged and said,

“Deal with it.” She sat down on the couch with a huff, crossed her arms over her chest, and didn’t say another word. Dean brought his hand back down, turned on the news, and sat down next to her. “What, did you give up?” he tried joking with her to lighten the mood.

“No,” she replied simply. “I just changed my mind.” Dean laughed for five minutes straight after that.

Dean pulls into the parking lot of a motel and stops the car. He looks at Sam and says, “You go get us a room, and I’ll work on waking up (Y/N).” Sam nods and goes inside, and Dean gets out of the car and opens (Y/N)’s door. “Hey, sweetheart, wake up,” he says, shaking her lightly. “We’re at the motel; you can go back to sleep in a minute.”

In response, she just grunts and doesn’t move. Dean sighs and tries one last time to wake her, but to no avail. Finally, he just decides to carry her.

Lifting her into his arms and holding her bridal-style, he shuts her car door, carries her to the room, lays her down and tucks her in, gives her a kiss on the cheek, and whispers, “Goodnight, ‘hun. Sleep tight.”

Can’t Help Falling In Love

Based off of the song “Can’t Help Falling In Love” by Elvis, but specifically the cover by Twenty One Pilots (listen to it here, it’s awesome!)

This is also a Destiel one shot; my first one! Criticism and critiques are welcome, but please be nice about it. :P Also, please let me know if you would like to see more Destiel one shots; I wouldn’t be opposed to that if that’s what you guys wanna read! :)

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Wise men say only fools rush in...

Cas wasn’t trying to get in over his head like this; it just sort of...happened. One day he was trying to deny his feelings for Dean Winchester, and the next, he was admitting to himself that he was completely and undeniably in love with him.

This feeling had shocked him at first. Cas had loved before, but he had never before felt as strongly about a person as he felt about Dean. There was just something about him that pulled Cas closer and closer to him, and it seemed like every day, he was falling more in love.

Probably the worst part of it all was the fact that Dean had no idea that Cas was feeling this way, and Cas wasn’t even sure if Dean should ever know. He knew Dean’s reputation: he’d have sex with woman after woman, and he wasn’t shy about it, either. He knew that Dean enjoyed it, but he wasn’t so sure if he’d enjoy the fact that another man was in love with him.

Shall I stay, would it be a sin?

At first, Cas tried denying his feelings. He was an angel of the Lord, for God’s sake. He shouldn’t be feeling this way...having these thoughts...about people, surely not another man. To many people, his way of thinking was downright sinful, which got Cas to thinking: are these okay thoughts to be having?

This was a question Cas pondered for weeks. In the end, though, he came to a simple conclusion: Dean made Cas happy, and that was all that mattered. No matter what “sin” he might be committing by feeling this way, Dean was worth it.

Like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so we go, some things were meant to be...

Cas knew; in fact, he was positive; that Dean was the one for him. No one else in the history of his existence had made him feel the way this green-eyed man had. And he knew that he would never again find someone who made him feel this way.

Take my hand, take my whole life, too

The angel cared deeply for Dean; that was evident in most all of his actions. In many ways, he valued Dean’s life more than he valued his own. And if he was being honest with himself, Cas would be more than okay with Dean being he biggest part of his life.

Cas sighed as he watched Dean take a swig of his beer.  With that simple, casual movement, Cas felt a pang of hurt when he remembered that Dean didn’t even know the extent of his feelings for him. Ah, screw it, Cas thought to himself, realizing that if he ever wanted to be in a relationship with Dean, he had to tell him his feelings. So he stood up and walked purposefully over to where Dean was seated, readying himself to let Dean know exactly what he thought about him.

‘Cause I can’t help falling in love with you...

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. 

“I Said No.”

Request (from anon): can you write a gabriel one shot where he is super protective because someone is trying to hurt you? and then you ask him about it after and he says its cuz he loves you. thanks if you can!

(Y/N) = your name Warnings: alcohol, mild language, a tiny bit of violence (Gabriel doesn’t let it get too far, though :P)

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You followed your boyfriend Gabriel into the bar that he claimed “had the best purple nurples he had ever consumed”. You weren’t a huge fan of taking shots; you were more content with just having a few beers. But Gabe had his heart set on coming here for the night, so you didn’t complain.

As soon as you walked into the bar, you could feel every guy eyeing you. Gabriel seemed to notice this too, because he took your hand as he led you to the counter, signaling to everyone that you were already taken.

The two of you sat down and told the bartender what you wanted to drink, and he nodded, setting off to make them. He came back with a beer for you and three purple nurples for Gabriel. You thanked him, and took a swig from your beer. Gabriel downed all three shots within 10 seconds, and then smiled at you.

“Ah, that hit the spot!” he exclaimed, and you just chuckled. After your second beer and Gabriel’s umpteenth drink, you had to use the restroom. “Where’re you goin’, hun?” Gabriel asked you as you stood up.

“Nature calls,” you reply, and he nods.

“Well, hurry back,” he says, and then you go. After taking care of your business and washing your hands, you walk out of the bathroom and start making your way across the crowded bar to where Gabriel was sitting. But you were stopped by a hand on your shoulder.

Your first instinct was to turn around and punch whoever touched you in the face, but you restrained yourself, realizing that this person probably meant no harm; they just wanted to get your attention. So you turn around slowly to come face to face with a man with dark hair a little bit of stubble, probably in his early thirties.

“Can I help you?” you ask him as politely as you could.

“Yeah, I think you can,” he replies with a wink.

Realizing what this man wanted, you sighed and said, “I’m sorry, but I’m not going anywhere with you. I came here with my boyfriend. He’s sitting just over there.” You turn around and point to where Gabriel was sitting, but while your back was to him, he harshly grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him.

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” he sneered, eyeing you in a way that made your skin crawl. “Think of all the fun we could have together.”

“I said no,” you say with gritted teeth, trying to escape his grasp. Twisting your arm around, you were able to break free, but as soon as you did, he slammed you up against the wall. This got the attention of a lot of the people in the bar, including Gabriel. The man didn’t even have time to say anything else to you, because Gabriel was there in a flash, pulling him off of you and punching him in the face. A few people gasped, but no one dared to do anything.

The man held his face in pain, and Gabriel took his silence as an opportunity to yell at him. “Don’t you ever touch her again, you inconsiderate dick!” he said, standing slightly in front of you, as if to shield your body with his. “Do you understand me?”

Unable to speak, the man just nods, and Gabriel takes your hand as the two of you leave the bar. “Asshole,” you mutter as you pass the man, and he looks like he wants to say something back, but he doesn’t.

As soon as you and Gabriel are outside, he snaps his fingers and you guys are in your hotel room. He immediately pulls you into a tight hug, burying his face in your shoulder. “You okay, sugar?” he asks, pulling away and looking into your eyes, but keeping a hold of your shoulders. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, Gabe,” you reply. “Thanks for doing what you did.”

“Of course,” he responds, pulling you into another hug. When the two of you separate, you say,

“You seemed to get really mad back there.”

“Well, duh,” he replies, sounding sort of surprised that you would think he would react any other way. “Some douche was trying to come onto you, of course I’m gonna get mad. You’re my girlfriend, and I don’t want any other guys touching you.”

In response, you just smile and kiss him, knowing that you will always have your archangel boyfriend to look out for you.

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“It’s Okay Now”

Request (from the-real-queen-of-hell) : (i have sent most of this to other writers on tumblr to see how you interrupt it) Someone/thing has gone in to the readers mind and is torturing her in her nightmare. Sam and Dean hear her cry's for help (still in the nightmare) and and they cant wake her up so they call down Cas to fix it, Lots of fluff. Much appreciated :)

I hope this is okay! :) (Y/N) = your name Warnings: Nightmares

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You don’t know what it was, or how it had done it. But somehow, something had managed to find it’s way into your dreams every night (that is, whenever you got the chance to sleep). It was nothing you had ever seen before; all you knew was that it scared the hell out of you. It seemed to know all of your worst fears, and it knew every way to make your skin crawl. Tonight was especially bad.

Sam and Dean were no strangers to nightmares. They’ve definitely had their fair share of them, and they knew that it was basically in the job description of being a hunter. So when they noticed that you were tossing and turning in your sleep and muttering under your breath, they exchanged knowing looks, but didn’t say or do anything about it. Even when you starting muttering “stop it”, and “please”, they kept their mouths shut. But when you started screaming, they knew something had to be done.

The two of them rushed over to the bed you were sleeping on, and even though they knew they probably should have tried a better way of waking you up, they started shaking you and calling out your name. “(Y/N), please, wake up!” Dean was practically shouting, while Sam was trying to keep you from tossing and turning off the bed. Thankfully, you had stopped screaming, but your face was contorted with pain, and you were still muttering to yourself.

After a few minutes of fruitless effort, Sam glanced at Dean, starting to freak out. “What do we do?” he asks, eyes wide. “I don’t know, man!” Dean replied, equally freaked. He thought for a minutes while Sam continued preventing you from falling off the bed. “I guess we could try calling Cas,” he suggested. “Maybe he could help.” “Yeah, okay,” Sam agrees, and Dean starts his prayer.

Cas was there in an instant after he heard what was going on. The Winchester brothers always knew he had a soft spot for you, and that he was willing to do anything if it meant that you were happy and out of harm’s way. He walked purposefully over to your bed, put his hand firmly on your shoulder, and placed two of his fingers on his other hand on your forehead. You woke up, shooting straight up into a sitting position, panting and sweaty. Frantically, you looked around the room, trying to remember where you were. When you realized what happened, you burst into tears.

“Hey, you’re fine. Everything’s fine,” Sam says soothingly, sitting down next to you on the bed. “Yeah, sweetheart, it was just a bad dream,” Dean adds, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. You just nod along to what they were saying, trying to calm yourself down. Instinctively, you leaned into Cas, and he immediately wrapped an arm around you. Sam and Dean, realizing that he was the one who was going to be able to help you calm down the easiest, gave you two some space, and they returned to what they were doing before.

Cas took Sam’s place next to you on the bed, and he pulled you into his lap. You were turned sideways, so you rested your head against his chest. One of his arms was wrapped protectively around you, and his other hand was playing with your hair. Eventually, after listening to his heartbeat and focusing on his hand in your hair, you were calmed down. Cas took a look at your face to make sure you were alright, and then he said, “So, do you want to tell me what you were dreaming about?”

You paused, not sure if you wanted to talk about it just yet. The only thing you could get out was, “I was being tortured. I don’t know by what. All I know was that I wanted to die. I wanted it all to be over. But they wouldn’t stop.” Your voice cracked on the last word, and you stopped talking. Cas, sensing that you didn’t want to talk about it anymore, turned you back around to face him and gave you a hug.

“It’s okay now,” he assured you, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “You’re okay.” You just nod, burying your face into his shoulder.

Cas might’ve not been the best when it came to social cues, but, like the Winchesters, he was no stranger to nightmares. Even if he didn’t sleep, he experienced nightmares on a daily basis. He was no stranger to fear. And he definitely knew how to comfort you when you experienced it.

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"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.

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"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.

"Why are you doing this?" A demon!Dean One Shot

Request: How about a possessive demon!dean one? Maybe like he kidnaps reader or something

It was about 9:00 at night, and you were pouring yourself a cup of tea. It wasn’t a particularly cold night or anything, actually, it was pretty warm out; you just wanted some tea. You turned to put the spoon that you were using in the sink, and then you heard it. That little clicking sound a gun makes when it’s loaded. Slowly, you put your cup down, and turn around to come face to face to Dean.

“Dean?” you ask, startled. “What are you doing?” Just then, you realized that Dean’s eyes were pitch black instead that stunning greenish color they normally were. That’s when you knew you were in trouble.

“Shut up,” Dean demands, and keeping the gun pointed steadily at your head, he continues, “Come with me.” You just nod, too scared and confused to do anything else, and you follow him out to his car. He pushes you into the front seat, and before you knew it, he was in the driver’s seat, speeding off onto the highway.

“Dean,” you barely whisper. Then a few seconds later, getting your voice back, you say in a firmer tone, “Dean. Where are we going?” You don’t know what sort of reply you were expecting, but there wasn’t one. He just kept his eyes glued on the road in front of him, not even glancing at you. You looked over at the door handle, only to see that it was locked. Sighing, you lean back in your seat, defeated, and just wait to see where you were going.

About 15 minutes later, Dean pulled up to what looked like an abandoned house. Stopping the car, getting out, and walking over to your side, he opened the car door, pulled you out, pointed the gun back to your head again, and led you inside. The fact that it was now around 9:30 at night made the whole thing even more scary.

The house looked pretty simple: when you walked in the front door, you could see a staircase on the right wall leading up to the second floor, and on the left, there was a hallway that lead to a bigger opening. In the opening, there was a medium sized room to the left where the kitchen was, and to the right, there was a bigger room with only a chair in the center.

You took a deep, shaky breath, and walked to where Dean led you: the chair. You sit down, and almost immediately, he starts wrapping a rope around you and the chair to keep you there. “Dean,” you say. “Why are you doing this?” Without a word, he finished securing you to the chair, and stepped back. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulls out a knife.

“Please, Dean, stop this,” you say, panicking. “Why are you doing this?” you repeat. The only response you get is the evil looking smirk on Dean’s face as he makes his way torwards you, so different from the ones on his face when he cracked a stupid joke or made fun of Sam.

You just close your eyes, and pray for Dean to come to his senses, or for someone to come help you. Or at least for it to be over quickly…