#I LOVE YOU DESPITE THE FACT THAT YOU WANT A WENDIGO TO BEND YOU OVER

[ravengirl94]

Fic Tag Game

I was tagged by the ever lovely and talented @lipstickandwhiskey and my wonderful twin @deanssweetheart23 (I think? You tagged me, right? Yes)

Rules: List the first lines of your last 10 stories. See if there are any patterns. Then tag some of your favorite authors

From “The Arrangement,” AU!Dean x Reader

You stifled a yawn behind your hand, glancing at the clock on your computer. How could it only be three? It felt like six... that third round of drinks the night before was definitely been a mistake, but it had certainly been fun. You pushed away from your desk and got to your feet, stretching your back before heading to your boss’s door.

“I’m going to get some coffee, Mr. Novak, can I get you anything?” Jimmy lifted his head from where he was studying some paperwork and smiled at you.

“Some coffee would be wonderful, Y/N,” he said, rubbing at his eyes.

“Absolutely, sir,” you replied with a chuckle, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

From “Angel in Blue Jeans,” Dean x Cowgirl!Reader

Dean hauled himself out of the impala with a grunt, muscles still protesting from the werewolf hunt a few days ago. The long drive probably hadn’t helped much, but it sounded like a pretty nasty shifter case so he and Sam had high-tailed it across the country to Wyoming. The most recent lead had them pulling onto a large farm to speak with a victim’s brother. It was mid-afternoon, the sky a brilliant blue and dotted with fluffy white clouds. The sun was strong, but it was only May so it wasn’t too hot yet. Dean’s work boots kicked up dust as he and Sam made their way down a wide path flanked by fencing, heading towards a large barn.

From “Imagine: Benny Turning You,” Benny x Reader

Strangely enough, you didn’t feel anything. That hellhound had used you like a chew toy, leaving deep punctures and gashes all over your body. There was blood everywhere, so you knew something was horribly wrong... and yet, all you felt was cold.

“Y/N!” Benny exclaimed, hurrying to your side and falling to his knees. “Look at me darlin,” he pleaded, grabbing your face in his hands, “stay with me.” You dragged your eyes up to meet his crystal blue ones, and he looked so worried, so panicked. Probably because of all the blood. Shit, he shouldn’t be around you when you were bleeding like this. “Hey now, just take it easy,” he said as you struggled to move, pressing his hands over the worst wounds in an attempt to staunch the bleeding. “DEAN!” He bellowed over his shoulder before turning back to you. The look in his eyes scared you, and suddenly you knew you were dying.

From “Imagine: Dean Coming to Find You,” Dean x Reader

A lot of shitty things had happened during your life, but tearing your ACL was by far the worst. It was a freak accident on a wendigo hunt. You’d been running hard through the woods, feet pounding against the dirt-packed path. Of all the stupid plans, being bait was by far the dumbest, but you were the fastest out of the three of you. You’d even run track in high school. Unfortunately, pine needles weren’t the best footing. As you rounded the bend towards where the boys were waiting, you slid on the slippery surface, trying to turn right and get out of the way. But a shooting burning pain ripped through your knee, sending you smashing to the ground.

From “One of These Nights,” Benny x Reader

It had been a year. A whole year of searching. A year of driving around the country with Sam and occasionally Bobby, hoping desperately for any sign of Dean or Castiel.

"We’ve been there already Sam," you muttered tiredly, rubbing your eyes. You were poring over an old faded map, marked up with circles and crosses and other various notes. It was slowly becoming unreadable – yet another sign of your desperation.

"I know, I know…" Sam snapped, slamming a hand down on the table, "but we have to keep looking."

"What about where he came back from hell? Where had you buried him?" You asked, glancing back to the map.

"You really do think he's dead." Sam said, his voice hollow.

"I don't know what to think anymore, Sam! It's been a year with no sign of him at all. He vanished when Dick exploded - that's literally the only information we have." You exclaimed, pacing around the room. The bunker had become home for you, someplace to return to for rest and further planning, but it felt empty without Dean.

From “Imagine Taking Care of Sick Dean,” Dean x Reader

You had to suppress a giggle as Dean appeared in the kitchen doorway. He had the biggest frown you’d ever seen, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and bare feet. He was still in his pajamas.

“Hey there sleeping beauty,” you said, still smiling at the sight of him. It was nearly noon, and he didn’t look very happy to be awake. The smile vanished from your face as Dean spoke.

“I don’t feel good,” he said miserably, voice hoarse and raspy. He certainly didn’t sound good. In fact, he sounded like he’d been gargling rocks. 

“Oh honey,” you exclaimed, pushing out of your chair to place a hand on his forehead, “you’re burning up.” You winced and took a step back as he began coughing, looking positively miserable. When he had finished, you took his arm and led him back down the hall to his room. “you need to stay in bed today, mister,” you said as he collapsed back onto the mattress, face down.

From “Just You and Me,” Bucky Barnes x Reader

Bucky turned, the smile fading from his face and giving you a concerned look as you froze on the stairs. The two of you were returning to your tiny apartment after grocery shopping, bags still clutched in your hands.

“Someone’s in there,” you whispered, heart hammering in your chest. Your heightened sense of hearing allowed you to pick up on the soft footsteps across the creaky floor, as well as the steady heartbeat from whoever was inside. 

“Ah shit...” Bucky muttered, “I should have known this would happen after that attack...” A bomb had gone off in Vienna at an important conference and news reports were blaming Bucky, despite him being in an entirely different country at the time. But people were dead. Important people. And it would have been naive to expect the world to leave the two of you alone.

From “Mistaken Identity,” Dean x Reader

You ducked into the bar, glancing around nervously. It was a nice enough place, with quiet music and low enough lighting that made just about everyone look attractive. You still weren’t sure why you’d let yourself be talked into a blind date of all things... You didn’t really care that you were single, but apparently your friends did. You couldn’t blame them much. Nearly all of them were married or engaged or on their way to it. They were in love and wanted you to find your happily ever after too. It wasn’t their fault you were a realist and didn’t really believe in it anymore.

From “Start of Something Good,” Benny x Reader

You’d only been going to the coffee shop for a few months, but already it felt like home. It was small and simple, but the coffee was strong and the food was phenomenal. It wasn’t one of those high end cafes, but rather it was simple, almost understated. It was quiet, relaxed, and something about it put you at ease. Within a few visits it became your favorite place, and you soon found yourself there every day. You would bring some work or more often, the most recent book you were reading, order the usual and sit at one of the worn wooden tables. People would filter in and out while you sat there, engrossed in your novel and savoring the quiet bustle, the heady coffee aroma and the good looking man behind the counter. His bright blue eyes had caught you the first time you’d visited, making you stammer, scrambling for words in your suddenly empty head. He’d smiled good-naturedly, perfect white teeth flashing in the light.

“What can I get for you, cher?” The smooth low voice accompanied by a gentle southern drawl made your knees weak.

**SNEAK PEAK** Untitled Frank Castle x Reader Fic

You didn’t really know much about your neighbor across the hall. You knew his name was Frank, and that more often than not he looked like somebody had been using him as a punching bag. Not that you ran into him much. Once in awhile you’d see him in the hall or the stairwell, and the two of you would say a quiet hello before moving about your business. He was a quiet neighbor, kept mostly to himself, and only occasionally made a hell of a racket in the hall coming home at an ungodly hour. Your German Shepherd Max wasn’t too fond of that part, but otherwise wasn’t particularly wary of Frank. You’d expected him to be more protective of you, since that seemed to be his main purpose in life: growling at anyone that was dumb enough to get too close. And yet for some reason he seemed to like Frank. He’d wag his tail when the two of you ran into Frank, and more often than not, Frank would glance down at your dog and you swore something would soften in his hard features.

**cough cough @atari-writes I swear it’s coming eventually**