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Happy Birthday Dean Winchester ☼ January 24th, 1979

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Hi Kazy!

I've missed you! It's great to have you back! ♥️

I would love to request prompt 91 with Sam x Reader 😍

So so so happy to have you back ♥️♥️♥️

Hi!! It’s so good to be back! Thanks for the request and here you go! 💖🥰

“How’d it go?” Dean asked as you opened the back door of the Impala and slid in. “Did you get the files?”

You grinned triumphantly, shaking your phone in his face.

“He’s sending the scans right now.”

You handed your phone up to Sam, trusting his grasp on Enochian engravings surpassed yours. He thumbed through the files coming through for a moment and then, from his profile, you saw his eyebrows raise.

“Huh,” he said.

“What is it?” you asked.

“It’s, uh - it’s not just the files he’s sending you,” Sam replied. “You just got a text from him asking you to dinner.”

“Hey! Nosy,” you said, reaching to grab your phone back.

“It came through between pictures, I wasn’t trying to look,” Sam said with a slight laugh, though his smile disappeared quickly, and you fumbled to get the words out that you weren’t being unprofessional in the museum.

“Hey, mixing business with a little pleasure, nothing wrong with that,” Dean said, throwing you a wink through the rear view. You rolled your eyes, cheeks burning hot. You looked down at the message, confirming what Sam had said. You were being asked on a date. It was hard to remember the last time that happened.

“Do you think you’ll go?” Sam asked, meeting your eyes for only a second before looking away again. You shrugged, chewing your lip.

“I don’t know. I guess I could…there might be more info I could get from him about the history of the place. Stuff we couldn’t find online.”

“Or you could just go and have fun,” Dean said.

“You don’t have to push everyone to be like you, Dean,” Sam snapped. Dean laughed a little, shaking his head but not saying anything more. “I just mean you shouldn’t go if you don’t want to,” Sam amended, turning in his seat now to look back at you. You nodded, fully aware of how much you were still blushing. Why was this so embarrassing to talk about with him — them.

“Could be fun,” you said, shrugging again. “It’s not like I’ve had any other offers lately.”

Sam turned away from you again, shoulders stiffening. You sent your reply and the rest of the car ride was mostly silent.

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It took you half an hour to decide what to even wear and you were staring at yourself in the mirror debating if you were really made for dating when a soft knock came to the door.

“Yeah?” you called, reaching down to tug your shoes off.

The door opened and Sam gave you a once over, eyebrows sky-high for the second time that day.

“Don’t,” you stopped him. “I feel - I don’t know. Like not me.”

Sam picked at his fingernails, nodding slowly.

“He must be taking you somewhere nice,” he finally said.

“Yeah, I googled it. A lot of the menu is in Italian. I’m going to need a translator. Too bad it isn’t Enochian or I’d bring you with me,” you smiled.

“Oh, I’m sure your date would love that,” he teased. You shook your head.

“Don’t call him my date. He’s just…a guy. You know?” Sam was silent as you went to your dresser, putting on the earrings you’d chosen. You picked up the bracelet that went well with them and turned to Sam with it in your palm. “Can you help me?”

He stepped farther into your room, meeting you and taking the bracelet from your hand. Again, you felt your cheeks starting to burn, hotter than they had even in the car, as Sam gently turned your wrist over to clasp the bracelet.

“Why are you going out with him if he’s just some guy?” he asked quietly.

“Because why not?” you asked, your eyes glued to Sam’s hands, he was being so delicate with the chain. The bracelet was clasped now but his fingers lingered for just a few seconds before trailing over the soft skin of your wrist and then finally away.

“Don’t go,” he said. You forced yourself to look up and meet his eyes, making sure you’d heard him right. “Don’t go on that date,” he repeated, reading your expression.

“Why not?”

“You know why.”

He was holding your eye contact just as intently as you were and you felt the space between you - it was nothing at all.

“Say it,” you demanded, surprised at yourself. His eyes grew wider for the smallest second, and then dark, and you knew what was coming a breath before it did. He pressed both his hands to your face, pulling you to him in a kiss you’d been waiting for for months. You were on your tiptoes in an instant to meet him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he slid his hands into your hair, holding you, keeping you, deepening the kiss exactly when you wanted him to. It was perfect, like he already knew your body, knew your heart. He pulled away long enough to look into your eyes, to see your face break into a smile and then a laugh, and then he was kissing you again, smiling now too.

You never made it to the date.

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Dean + “Pie” (Happy Pi Day!)

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Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!!!!! I’m such a huge fan!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍 🙈🙈🙈🙈

Can I request 18 for a fun little friendship fic with Jack? 💖💖💖💖💖 I’m so happy you’re back!!!

Get out of here, you!! 😆💖 I made a little gif imagine for you!

“I swear it was an accident.”

If it weren’t for your late night trip to the bunker’s kitchen for some water, you’d likely never have heard the sounds of ripping paper coming from behind Jack’s bedroom door. You could see the light on underneath the closed door and stood for a moment, curious.

“Jack?” you called after a few more seconds. A moment of sudden silence and then,

“No! I mean—don’t come in!”

“What’s happening in there?”

The door opened just a bit revealing Jack, head hanging slightly and avoiding your eyes. You looked past him into his room and gasped, seeing that the floor was littered with the birthday wrapping paper you’d carefully bundled his birthday gifts up in. The gifts themselves were on his bed - the ones from you, the ones from Dean and Sam, the ones from Cas. All unwrapped.

“Jack!” you admonished.

“I swear it was an accident,” he said, voice small. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You accidentally found the hiding spot for your birthday gifts and then accidentally unwrapped every single one?”

He finally looked back at you, his eyes so full of remorse you softened immediately.

“I’ve just never had a birthday before and I got excited. I didn’t find them on purpose, but when I saw them, and my name on them, I just…” he trailed off.

“Well, I hope you like them at least,” you said, shaking your head with a small smile. His eyes lit up.

“I love them! All of them! Thank you so much!”

You laughed, giving his shoulder a squeeze.

“Good. Now get some sleep. At least the cake can be a surprise tomorrow. And next year you won’t go opening your presents early,” you teased. If possible, Jack’s eyes grew even brighter.

“Next year,” he said with a smile, remembering all the beautiful normalcy still to look forward to.

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Hi! Welcome back!💗 Can you do 23 with Dean for the writing promts please?

Here you go!! 💖

“It’s hard to get used to.” “What is?” “Being someone that someone cares for.”

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It was late. Though the bunker was pretty much completely sub-level with no windows, you had a pretty good idea that it must be around two in the morning. You knew that Dean, while completely still beside you with an arm wrapped securely around your waist, was awake too.

“Hey. What are you thinking about?” you whispered.

“You,” he answered simply, immediately. You smiled and shifted in the bed, turning yourself to face him. He readjusted his arm, now trailing fingers up and down your back as you got close, almost nose-to-nose with him.

“What about me?”

You could make out his own smile in the dark, before he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“That was nice, but not an answer,” you teased. He gave your hair a gentle tug, making you laugh.

“I’m not great with putting this stuff into words,” he reminded you. You nodded, placing your palm against his chest.

“Ok, I’ll start then. I was thinking about how if there’s time this week I want to make those cookies you like.”

“Ooh, the double chocolate ones?” he asked.

“Mmhmm.”

“You don’t have to do that for me, you know,” he said, voice softer now.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to. I like seeing you happy.”

He pulled you closer to his chest, resting his chin on top of your head, and let out a quiet sigh.

“That’s what I was thinking about,” he said. You waited, knowing when to push and when to be still and patient for him.

“It’s hard to get used to,” he whispered after a minute.

“What is?”

“Being someone that someone cares about.”

You took the statement in slow, letting it break your heart for only a few seconds before lifting your chin to kiss him just at the crook of his neck, tucked into him as you were.

“Dean—“

“It’s not a big deal, we don’t have to talk about it. It’s just that besides Sam, you’re the only person who…”

“I know. And I’m not going anywhere, so take your time but you’re going to have to get used to it.”

He laughed and pulled back enough to tilt your chin up, run his thumb over your bottom lip before kissing you again, soft and so slow now. Taking his time.

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#7 from the prompt list w Sam please !

Absolutely!!

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“It could be worse.”

“Hey. Sam?”

“What?” His voice was tight, his grip even tighter on the steering wheel as he drove.

“You’re going to get worry lines if you keep holding your face like that.”

He glanced over at this, letting out an incredulous huff of breath and shaking his head.

“I’m going to get worry lines because of the way you conduct yourself on hunts—“

“The way I conduct myself?” you laughed. He reached over, pressing your bundled up jacket harder into your bloodied side and eliciting a sharp gasp.

“Keep pressure on that.” He was chiding but his voice was gentle. You took a deep breath, giving him several seconds of silence before speaking again.

“It could be worse,” you finally offered. The speed with which his eyebrows shot up had you stifling a smile.

“There’s a blade lodged in your side,” he said, not able to look over at you as he did. “How could it be worse?”

“Well, have you ever seen those videos of the water balloon and they shove a stick through it and keep it there and the water basically stays in, but when they pull it out that’s when the water just starts spilling all over.”

Sam forced a glance your way, his jaw still tight.

“I’m the water balloon, Sam. If you took the knife out I’d be spilling all over, but you didn’t so I’m not.”

You could see just the ghost of a smile at the corner of his mouth, a success.

“You’re delirious,” he corrected.

“I’m not delirious. I’m the water balloon. And it could be worse.” Giving him a full smile now, he allows himself to return it, however tight, however brief, and reach over to take one of your hands in his. He gives it a squeeze and you know: he’s acutely aware of how it could be worse. He has it all playing in his mind as his eyes stare unblinking at the road - what could have been, what did happen, the moment of not knowing after he saw you go down. You twine your fingers with his, softening, in a silent promise to not ever make him see worse.

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Oooo sending you prompts is more fun than working outside my contract hours to catch up! I’m going to suggest either 131 or 132 with Sam or Dean.

Eeee! You got it, friend!

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So this was it. This was after. It had to be by now; you’d been listening to nothing but the sound of your broken breathing for what felt like hours, vacillating between silently pacing the bunker’s main room or sitting statue-still with your phone gripped in your hand tight enough to leave indents. And still, nothing. No word from Sam that the plan had worked, that the world was saved. No word from — you clamped your teeth together hard in an attempt to stop the thought. You wouldn’t hear from Dean ever again. The hero. The martyr. The reason you’d been opening your eyes the last four hundred-some-odd days. The world was still intact, still spinning, so that must mean it was saved. It didn’t feel saved to you. This was your after. After Dean.

So when you finally heard the bunker’s heavy metal door open and you’d stood, walked the few steps to see him at the top of the stairs, you could only shake your head, let out a small breath.

“No. You aren’t — you aren’t here.“

“I am,” Dean said gently, eyes locked on yours. “It’s ok now.”

You took two more tentative steps forward, barely registering Sam walking in behind Dean, confirming this wasn’t a cruel hallucination. Then you ran, across the war room and up the stairs, knocking Dean back a step with the force of your arms around him. He wrapped you up immediately, pressing kisses into your hair, your temple.

“How?” you asked, and then before letting him answer you pushed away, shoving him once, hard. “You can’t do that to me again! I thought you were gone!”

“Hey. I thought so too,” he said, voice placating, hands up. “But we figured something out, me and Sammy. I’m not leaving you.”

You allowed yourself to be pulled to him again, feeling like you could go weightless in his arms, sleep the brokenness of this day away and wake up to him again.

“I’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you,” he murmured, lips just by your ear.

“Well you’ve already burned through, what, a hundred?” you tried to joke through your tears in his flannel. He laughed softly; you felt that familiar rumble in his chest and you allowed yourself to close your eyes, to finally breathe fully as Dean amended his last sentence.

“Then I’ll spend the other 900 coming back to you.”

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I need some help getting this writing engine going again! Please send in any prompt requests from this lovely list along with the character(s). Maybe let’s save the spicier ones for after I’ve gotten my feet wet again 😅

150 Random Writing Prompts

There’s some fluff, some smut, some angst, and some funny prompts all mashed up from a bunch of prompt lists I’ve found. Absolutely none of these prompts came from me, I just threw a bunch of ones I liked together. 

“Come over here and make me.”

“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“I almost lost you.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Kiss me.”

“It could be worse.”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Just once.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“Wanna dance?”

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“You did all of this for me?”

“I swear it was an accident.”

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

“If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”

“I fucking hate you”

“He’s dead, again.”

“It’s hard to get used to…” “what is?” “Being someone that someone cares for…”

“The first time you smiled it felt like the universe aligned.”

“It hurts…” “what?” “Loving someone who doesn’t love you…”

“Let me do this, please.”

you’re not as funny as you think you are

i’m just getting comfy

just because you can doesn’t mean you should

how don’t you know the difference between your left and right?

thank you for being in my life

text me when you’re home

you are such a nerd

why are you so cold?

stop laughing at me

you were put on this earth to give me a headache

you’re ticklish

can we go home yet?

you are a terrible influence

one of us is clearly smarter than the other

you need some sleep

how have you survived this long by yourself?

are you just quoting song lyrics?

i’m only here for the dog

sleep is for the weak

that was you?

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“What? I have never-”

“I do not have an answer for you.”

“In my defense, I really wanted to.”

“At least I didn’t break any laws.”

“What did you do this time?”

“How do we get out?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Just marry me already.”

“Did I stutter?”

“Did I just say that out loud?”

“H-How long have you been standing there?”

“I’ve never felt this way before and I’m terrified to be honest.”

“Is that what you call an apology?”

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

“Somebody’s in love!”

“Can I hold your hand?”

“There is no way this much stupid can fit inside one person.”

“I’m never leaving…I promise.”

“Uh, am I interrupting?”

“I like you, like like you like you.”

“Be my Valentine?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“God, I love you.”

“You’re so fucking cute.”

“Stop being a fucking prick.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“You’re my everything.”

“I love seeing you smile.”

“i’ve been thinking about you all day.”

“ i can’t get enough of you.”

“i like being close to you. you’re warm.”

“i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know.”

“is this okay?”

“this is a one time thing.”

“you know where to find me.”

“you’re really good at that.”

“here’s my hotel room number.”

“don’t be shy now, sit on my face.”

“Wanna join?”

“Stop doing that”

“YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

“If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”

“Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

“ i think i might be in some kind of love with you.”

“say you want me, and i’m yours.”

“you need a place to stay for the night”

“i want to taste you”

“i love it when you talk dirty

“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you”

“i forgot my towel”

“this feels dirty” “that’s because it is”

“don’t cover you’re face, i want to see you”

“are you sure about this?”

“ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn”

“do you want help with that?”

“im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”

“bend over the desk love”

“is that my shirt?”

“my mother adores you.”

“is that a drawing of me?”

“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”

“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

“stop looking at me like that!”

“i didn’t know you could sing.”

“you weren’t supposed to hear that!”

“you wrote me a song?”

“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

“this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”

“do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

“Take my jacket, it’s cold”

“My friends get annoyed by how much I talk about you sometimes”

“I’m not going anywhere”

“fuck you.” - “when?”

“no one’s ever made me feel like this.”

“here, let me help you.”

“we’re quite literally fugitives of the state.” - “so no pizza?”

“you’re insane.” - “people keep telling me that.”

“you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”

“i told you i’d come home to you.”

“i’ll keep you safe.”

“i’ll spend a thousand lifetimes coming back to you.”

“i didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

“please never stop smiling.”

“Touch yourself for me.”

“Shut up and take your pants off.”

“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?”

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

“How are you this perfect?”

“I’ve waited so long for this.”

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

“Tell me what you want.”

“Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“Just let me finish this/this level and I swear ill go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“Were you just masturbating?” “U-uh..no, I was just..” “Want some help?”

“Tell me again.”

“I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”

“I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

“Stop distracting me.”

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YOURE BACK ?? I WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT YOU I MISSED YOU

I am! I am! I miss writing and I miss you too!!

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Of course I’d get this huge pang of nostalgia for this blog and all the love you all shared with me tonight. Just might get back to creating, even if it’s just me on here. 😊 Thank you guys for everything - I hope we all love the finale!

reblog if you’re a content creator in the spn fandom (fic, art, edits, etc.) and you’re not planning on going anywhere after tonight

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One of these days, it won't be long, you'll call my name and I'll be gone.

Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well.

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“Maybe,” the other hunter replied, half shrugging and not holding back his smile. “But Y/N was pulling moves out there I’ve never seen you or Sam do. Think she’s done the job enough now that she could probably teach you two a couple things.”

Dean laughed and clapped the man on the back, watching him head back to his car. He couldn’t help but grin to himself as he shouldered the hunting bag you’d dumped on him on your way into the bunker a moment ago, along with a light punch to his arm and a told-you-so smile.

“That’s our girl.”

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Imagine Going On Your First Hunt Without Sam and Dean, and the Other Hunter You Worked with Reporting Back How Well You Did

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“Maybe,” the other hunter replied, half shrugging and not holding back his smile. “But Y/N was pulling moves out there I’ve never seen you or Sam do. Think she’s done the job enough now that she could probably teach you two a couple things.”

Dean laughed and clapped the man on the back, watching him head back to his car. He couldn’t help but grin to himself as he shouldered the hunting bag you’d dumped on him on your way into the bunker a moment ago, along with a light punch to his arm and a told-you-so smile.

“That’s our girl.”

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Imagine Going On Your First Hunt Without Sam and Dean, and the Other Hunter You Worked with Reporting Back How Well You Did

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Sam Winchester, 1983 May 2nd

Happy Birthday Sammy ❤️

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Spn Forever ❤️

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Preference - Decorating For Christmas

Sam - Sam is all about the Christmas tree. He takes extra time picking out the right one with you, spending hours if need be until he finds the one that’s just the right size and shape.  He helps you dole out the lights and garland for it, not even needing a footstool to place the star on top. You have ornaments for the tree, store-bought ornaments that are the generic kind, but Sam’s bought a few personalized ones for the two of you as well. There is one that has a photo of you together, a few that are inside jokes. The ornaments will follow you through each Christmas as the years pass, they’ll be memories for you when you unwrap them each December from the tissue paper that’s been keeping them safe. You know that Sam gifting them to you is a big deal, that it’s his way of saying he wants to do this again, next year and the year after that. All memories have to start somewhere, and you begin yours in the warm lights of a Christmas tree.

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Dean - Dean loves going traditional. He makes sure you’re there to help him decorate before setting up the record player he finds in the bunker, putting some vinyl on of old Christmas classics like Nat King Cole as the two of you move throughout the place, adding color and cheer where you can. You string up lights and garland, tinsel and holly. He wants it all to be perfect, to be picturesque, and doesn’t even grumble or make jokes when you set out the stockings for the two of you and Sam. You drink eggnog as you go, and Dean gets distracted more than once by pulling you underneath the mistletoe with him, kissing you until you tell him you might have to revoke his privileges until after the decorating is complete. His lips are enough to distract you that you might never finish. You stand back when it’s done, admiring your work; it looks like a new place. Dean kisses your cheek and stands with his arm around your waist, remarking that it looks like home. And that’s when you understand his insistence that you be a part of decorating with him. It’s not home for Dean unless you’re there, too.

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Cas - Cas is a big fan of Christmas, but he also loves being outside for it, not cooped up indoors. As such, he gets very into the outdoor decorations aspect of it all. He wants your Christmas tree to be the one that sits outside the house, covered in snow, instead of buying one. You try to tell him that presents are supposed to go underneath it, and you can’t keep your presents outside, but he insists on stringing lights around the thing. It takes him all afternoon to negotiate the electric cords and get them plugged in so that the tree lights up, but the look on his face when it does is worth it. Snow begins to fall in the late afternoon, but still Cas won’t come in, intent on his mission. You nearly trip over your own feet when you head outside to help him and find that he’s on the roof, stringing lights out over it as well. Once he’s climbed back down and looking over his work with you, a soft snow begins to fall. It’s so perfect, all of it, despite the trouble Cas had to go through. But that’s the way it is for him, he might make a mess sometimes, but the love he puts into it always produces the same results, some kind of magic exclusive to him.

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