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[imagining-supernatural]

Have I Told You Lately

Summary: Band AU. With you being on tour and your girlfriend busy with a big project at work, you rarely have time to talk. Dean takes matters into his own hands.

Word Count: 1748

Warnings: FLUFF

Based off the song Lately by Dan + Shay

A/N: I was walking to the bus after class this morning and this song came on my iPod and I guess I was just in the right mood? Put it on repeat and started writing this on my phone on the bus. I just love Dan + Shay. They have the best songs and lyrics. 

Version en Español: Te He Dicho Últimamente

“How’s Charlie?”

At Dean’s question, all of your anxiety resurfaced. It had been one month and four days since you’d last seen your girlfriend. In that time, you’d been so busy with your North American tour, and she’d been swamped with a huge project at work that even calling each other three times a week was nearly impossible.

“Good, I think. We haven’t really talked lately.”

“Problems?”

Heaving a heavy sigh, you laid down on the bench seat in your RV and closed your eyes. Her beautiful face immediately came to mind. “Not really. I don’t know. We’re just both really busy lately.”

“Well, don’t make the same mistake I did—”

“Charlie’s not like Lisa, Dean,” you broke in hotly. Immediately, you felt bad for snapping. “No offense. But I know that she won’t cheat on me. And she knows I won’t on her either. At least, I hope she knows…”

“That’s what I’m talking about, Y/N. This band is important, but Charlie is even more important. Don’t neglect her because it’s hard to—”

You quickly sat up and leaned across the kitchen table to lock eyes with your bandmate. “You did not neglect Lisa. What she did is not your fault, Dean. You flew home every chance you could to spend even a few hours with her. You flew her out to go on all of those touristy trips in the cities she always wanted to see. You are not at all at fault for Lisa being a bitch and cheating on you. That’s all her fault. You did everything you possibly could.”

He cleared his throat and looked away for a moment. “Thanks. But, still—”

“No buts, Dean. If she wasn’t happy with you, she should have been mature and talked to you before sleeping with someone else.”

“We were talking about you and Charlie,” he hedged, clearly uncomfortable with your insistence on the matter. “And how we have two days before our next show. Maybe you should fly home and spend some time with your girl.”

When you didn’t respond right away, he raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“I—Everything has just changed so much. I… I don’t know, Dean. What if it’s changed too much? I mean, when Charlie and I met, I was just a girl with a guitar and a dream, singing my little heart out in a dark bar downtown. And now… now we’re playing sold out shows all over the world. She didn’t sign up for this madness.”

“She signed up for you. That’s all that matters, Y/N.” His forehead scrunched up for a minute as he thought through something.

She signed up for me, you repeated Dean’s words in your head. There was no doubt in your head or heart that you loved Charlie then and now. And you knew that she loved you, but was that enough with the lifestyle you led?

“Sam, Cas!” Dean yelled into the back of the RV where your other two bandmates were trying to sleep. When neither of them replied, Dean climbed out of the kitchen booth and went back. You heard the unmistakable sounds of your two friends being woken up, followed by the slightly concerning noises of wrestling. Men.

A few minutes later, all three of them came out. None of them looked harmed, so you didn’t worry.

“I need you two to call your wives and make them take Charlie out tonight for drinks at—what bar did you meet her at, Y/N?”

“Uh, Shaw’s. Why?”

But he turned back to Sam and Cas rather than answering your question. “Have them take her out to Shaw’s tonight. And tell them that they can’t take no for an answer. Make Charlie believe it’s a girl’s night or something.”

Dean turned to you with bright eyes. “Here’s the plan…”

Charlie stepped into the familiar smoky haze of Shaw’s. Memories of you and her made her smile, but half of her mind was still back at work. The deadline was next week, and her team kept messing up their parts. Charlie spent more time fixing their mistakes than she did working on her own part.

It was so hard being the smartest person there.

“Three Peach Bellinis,” Jess ordered while Meg grabbed Charlie’s arm and started walking through the crowd until she found an empty table.

“I can’t drink too much,” Charlie said, glancing at her phone to check the time. “I still have a bunch of work to do tonight.”

Suddenly, her phone wasn’t in her hand anymore. Charlie looked over and saw that Jess was slipping it into her purse, having snatched it when she approached. “None of that tonight. We’re relaxing and enjoying each other’s company.”

“But I have a really big project and—”

“I talked to your boss,” Meg said just as the drinks arrived. “He said that he noticed how much overtime you’ve been putting in and that you’re not allowed back at work tonight or tomorrow and he’ll push the deadline back a few days. Mind you, this is still paid time off, you lucky bitch. Wish I had a job that good.”

“Really? He said that?”

Meg just nodded as she took a sip of the Bellini. Her nose scrunched up and she glared at Jess. “You’ve ruined me. I used to be a whiskey girl, but hanging out with you has made me actually like this fruity shit.”

“You’re welcome,” Jess grinned before turning to Charlie. “Since you have over 24 hours of relaxation, I say we start off your mini-vacation right, don’t you?”

What the hell is going on? Charlie wondered briefly before deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth. A smile found its way onto her face and she raised the glass to clink it against Jess’s. “Let’s get this party started, bitches!”

Charlie rarely spent time with Jess and Meg if you weren’t around, but lately it seemed like the universe was against the two of you. Charlie missed you more than she cared to admit. She knew how much you loved tours and the rush of being onstage, but damn it was hard being away from you for so long.

Half an hour later, the lights dimmed even more and a spotlight lit up the stage. Charlie didn’t glance over, knowing that whoever was about to start playing or singing wouldn’t be able to hold a candle to her perfect girlfriend.

“Hey everyone. It’s been a while since I’ve been on this stage.”

The voice that came over the speakers made Charlie freeze with her glass halfway to her lips. She raised her eyes to Jess and Meg, scared to even hope that she was hearing things right. They both and huge grins on their faces and Jess winked.

“I’ve been on a lot of other stages the last few years, but this one is still my very favorite stage. It’s where I got my start. Where I got noticed. Where I met my first agent. But most of all… this is my favorite stage because it’s where I met the love of my life.”

She couldn’t hold herself back anymore. Charlie turned in her chair and her heart melted when she saw you sitting on a stool, your old acoustic guitar propped on your knee, just like the first time she ever saw you.

“Hi Charlie,” your voice was slightly lower this time. “This song’s for you, my beautiful, nerdy, wonderful girlfriend.”

Charlie could only stare as you began the first few chords of a slow, country ballad. Five years ago, she heard you sing for the first time, and knew that she was a goner. It was like being transported back in time.

“Lately, it's been hard to breath / Just trying to keep my head above water / Sometimes life's in the way, all work and no play / And lately, it's been hard to see the way you used to be / And I wonder, if the words I don't say / Can make it okay / But I've been thinking bout us / And I know that the going is rough / And it feels like a little too much / Maybe I don't say it enough / So listen,” You looked up from your guitar and caught her eyes. An errant tear of emotion escaped Charlie’s eye and she quickly wiped it away, but not before you noticed. Your smile grew as you started the chorus.

“Girl you know you're beautiful / I used to tell you all the time / But when you let your hair down it / Still drives me crazy / Something like a miracle / That I get to call you mine / So baby have I told you that I love you / Lately?”

At this point, Charlie gave up completely on not crying. It was pointless when she could see moisture gathering in your eyes as well. It had been much too long since she’d seen you. You’d barely spoken in the last few months, and Charlie hadn’t realized just how empty her heart had gotten. Seeing you, hearing you sing… She was filled with so much love.

Towards the end of the song, Charlie felt Jess’s hand on her shoulder and let herself be pushed up closer to the stage. Anything that got her closer to you.

“Have I told you that I love you / That you're funny, that you're sweet / And I love what's outside and everything that's underneath / Lately / Have I told you that I miss you every second I'm asleep / And I love the way you smiling when I kiss you in my dreams / Have I told you? / Have I told you? / Lately…”

The song drew to an end and the entire room erupted in applause, but Charlie didn’t care. She could only focus on you, twisting the guitar around until it lay on your back. She could only focus on your hand as you pulled up the few steps to be on stage. She could only focus on the warmth of your other hand on her cheek. The tears in your eyes. The loving smile lighting up your face.

“I love you so much, Charlie.”

“Just kiss me already,” Charlie grinned and, without waiting for you to take her up on it, she leaned forward and kissed you like she’d been dreaming about for over a month.

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[imagining-supernatural]

Harry Potter and Chill?

Drabble request by anon: Can you write a Charlie x female reader where they've been best friends since childhood but Charlie confesses feelings? 😄 I love your writing so much btw! You're amazing!

Word Count: 665

Warnings: None

"What about her?" A jerk of your head towards the blonde chatting with the bartender down the bar indicated your next target.

Charlie took her time turning to check her out. "She's probably only seen the first Harry Potter movie and thinks she's a Gryffindor just because Harry's a Gryffindor. Pass."

"C'mon, C. She's cute and who knows? Maybe you could show her the rest of the movies? Harry Potter and Chill?"

At that, Charlie couldn't help but laugh. "Harry Potter and Chill with someone who's never read the books? C'mon, Y/N. You know me way better than that. The only way I'd be able to chill with someone while watching Harry Potter is if they knew it inside and out like me and wouldn't miss anything."

"Not everyone is as nerdy as we are. I mean, I know I'm pretty amazing and can quote the entire first book practically by memory, but I'm one of a kind, sweetie."

"Maybe we should Harry Potter and Chill then," Charlie said suggestively, wiggling her eyebrows. Your mind traveled back to the last time the two of you had marathoned the movies and you couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Yeah, because arguing about how centaurs would deal with their human half need for intimacy during sex, and the awkward anatomical struggles to make that happen is just sooo sexy."

"You're the one who brought that up."

"I just wondered what they would do with their human arms while doing it. You're the one who made it weird."

"Charlie Bradbury, making things weird with Y/N Y/L/N since 1985!" Charlie announced, holding her glass up, which you gladly toasted. After downing the alcohol, you waved the bartender down for another one of his concoctions. He like making new drinks, and you and Charlie liked how you never had to pay for drinks as long as you gave your honest opinion on the drinks before they went on the menu.

"Dave?" Charlie sat up straight in her seat, and he waited patiently for whatever name she wanted next. "Make me a drink called Centaur Sex."

"Steamy," you quickly interjected. "Steamy Centaur Sex."

He'd learned long ago to not question most of the names you two came up with, but this one earned you two a raised eyebrow and a mumbled, "You two are gonna be the death of me."

While he turned to begin creating a drink inspired by steamy centaur sex, Charlie called after him, "You're the best, Dave! We love you!"

It was a few drinks later (turns out Steamy Centaur Sex sounds a lot cooler than it tastes) when Charlie turned to you. "Since I make things weird anyway, I'm gonna make things weird again."

"Go for it, sweetie. Weird it up all you want."

"I think we should Harry Potter and Chill. For real."

Her words froze you, but not in a bad way. You just needed a minute to process. "You and me? Like, more than friends?"

She blushed, her cheeks quickly trying to match her red hair. "Yeah, well, you said it yourself. You're kind of one of a kind."

"Are you saying I'm the chosen one?" You teased, but now that the idea was in your head, it kept bouncing around. And the more you thought about it, the more... settled it became.

"But unlike Voldemort, I won't take seven years to nail you with my charms."

That awful pickup line enticed a loud laugh from you. It wasn't like it was the first time you two had come up with horrible Harry Potter pick up lines, but it was the first time she'd actually used one on you. And you found that you liked it.

A lot.

"I would hope not," you finally said, once your laughter had subsided. Before she could come up with something else to set you off, you leaned forward, snaked a hand to the back of her neck, and pulled her in for a kiss.

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[imagining-supernatural]

She’s A Beauty, Such A Cutie

Help yourself to a cute drabble based on the song Can’t Take Her Anywhere by Dylan Scott! (377 words) Song 10 from Deluxe Edition

You ever see someone and you don’t know a thing about them except that the single most important reason for their existence is to bring bright rays of sunshine to the ever-darkening world?

That’s my girl. Y/N.

You ain’t ever seen someone so beautiful and funny and darn right perfect as she is.

Now you might think that I’m biased. I suppose I am. I am hopelessly in love with her, after all. That does lend its hand to some kind of bias. But I also know for a fact that I’m not making this up. I’m not the only person who can see her this way.

Everywhere we go, she’s the center of attention. Not on purpose. She doesn’t even notice it. But as soon as we go anywhere, people are drawn to her. They want to get to know her. They see her smile and become addicted instantly. If I ever leave her alone at a bar, even just to grab some drinks, I always return to some guy trying his luck and hoping for her number.

So, you see, I’m not just making this up. She’s special. Everyone can see it.

And I’m the lucky one she goes home with every night. It’s my lap she sits on after turning down the heartbroken bastard at the bar. It’s my hand hers fits in so perfectly when we stroll down the boardwalk. And my lips are the lucky ones that know every inch of her body.

So I can’t really blame anyone who tries to wiggle their way into her life. Hell, I was there. I was the star-struck soul at the bar blinded by her spotlight. And now I can’t take her anywhere without everyone watching. It doesn’t bother me. Maybe if she gave any sort of indication that she didn’t love me, I would mind the way guys’ eyes follow her ass when she walks away. But she’s mine, and there is no question in my mind about that.

So let the fellas at the bar puff out their chests and flash their fancy watches. Let them flirt and fish for her attention. Let them try.

Because at the end of the day it’s my bed that her sunshine bright smile is warming.

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[imagining-supernatural]

Risk Being Seen

Summary of anonymous request: Just after beginning to hunt with the Winchesters, the reader hears an out-of-context conversation leading her to think they’re homophobic. After growing up in a very homophobic environment, she keeps her long time girlfriend, Charlie, a secret and continues to hunt with the Winchesters. (Full request at end)

Word Count: 3300

Warnings: Homophobic themes, implied/referenced smut

Version en Español: Arriesgándonos A Ser Vistos

“Your need for acceptance can make you invisible in this world. Don't let anything stand in the way of the light that shines through this form. Risk being seen in all of your glory.” ~Jim Carrey 

Hunting with a new partner always required a lot of changes. And hunting with two new partners was even worse. Plus, the two partners were also brothers who had been hunting together their whole life, so you were definitely the third wheel.

But the Winchesters had offered you a spot in their car and who were you to turn down a chance to hunt with the legendary Winchester brothers? You were sure that just a week with them would expand your working knowledge of the hunting life. And if you could stay with them for a few months? Well, you would definitely become a much better hunter.

You really wanted this thing with them to last because not only were they amazing hunters, but in the short time you’d known them, you also saw that they were genuinely nice guys. Good people. It wasn’t too often you found people you got along with and who knew about the life.

A few days after you officially claimed your spot in the backseat of the impala, you were walking up to the booth after sneaking away to the bathroom and overheard part of a conversation that dropped a giant boulder right in your stomach.

“—And those gays are in everything now. They’re taking over Hollywood. It seems like every show has to have some character be gay now.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah. That’s stupid.”

Luckily, neither brother noticed you coming back, so you had enough time to back away and dash into the bathroom again. Your chest felt tight as tears of disappointment gathered in the corners of your eyes.

Before you could dive too deep back into your past self’s pit of darkness, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and scrolled through your contacts until you found Charlie’s name. A quick tap of your finger and her picture filled your screen while your phone dialed her number. Just the sight of your beautiful red-headed girlfriend made you feel a little better.

“Hey bitch, what’s up?” She greeted happily. Even her voice was calming, but not enough for you to convince yourself to go back and join the Winchesters.

“Y/N/N,” she said in a quieter voice when you didn’t reply right away. “What’s going on?”

“I thought they would be different,” you mumbled.

“You thought who would be different?”

“The Winchesters. I thought that I would be able to be myself and we could be a happy little trio of monster killing badasses. But if I tell them about us, then I think that’s the end.”

Turning down a shot at learning from the best of the hunters would be one of the worst decisions of your life. And it wasn’t like hiding your sexuality would be such a hard thing. You’d had years of practice before coming out to your family and consequently getting disowned.

“What’d they do?”

“Just some stupid comment about how they hate that the gays are taking over the entertainment industry.”

Charlie scoffed. “Yeah. Isn’t it such a horrible time? How dare Hollywood actually represent a group of people who exist? That’s just the worst.”

Her sarcasm made you feel a little better, as it always did. God, how you loved that woman. She always knew just the right thing to say whenever you needed to hear something.

“Exactly. There’s absolutely no reason for Hollywood to do anything with anyone other than a group of straight, white, males. Those are the only people who really matter in the world. The only group that needs representation.”

“Those Winchesters don’t know what they’re talking about,” Charlie broke the chain of sarcasm. “Look, honey, if they can’t accept you for who you are, then it’s their loss. Because anyone who turns down the chance to get to know you is insane. You’re the best woman I know and that’s why I fell in love with you.”

Her compliments always made you blush, and this time was no exception. “Thanks, C. I love you too.”

“But… but you said that these two morons are the best of the hunters, right?”

“Yeah,” you grumbled, mind flashing to the time they saved your life on a hunt that you had totally researched the wrong monster. “And, well, it’s not like they need to know every part of my life. I won’t be with them 24/7, so I’ll definitely have time to come visit you.”

Charlie’s heavy sigh on the other end of the line matched how you felt exactly. “Baby, you do what you need to do. I’ll love you no matter what, and we’ve all been in these situations where we need to hide this part of us. And if these two idiots will help you learn how to stay alive while saving other people…”

“I hate that I have to. I just want to announce to the world that I have the hottest, sexiest, smartest, nerdiest girlfriend ever.”

“Well, you just told me, and I’m your entire world, right babe?”

That earned a laugh from you. “Oh my God, you’re so cheesy!”

“I stole that from one of those bro memes.”

“You love those memes.”

“Not as much as I love you.”

Honestly, every time you talked to Charlie, it felt like your heart dissolved in your chest and the warm particles found their way into your bloodstream, making you all warm and fuzzy all over your body. This conversation was exactly the fortification you needed to put up a wall before heading back to the Winchesters.

“Aw stop, C. You’re making me blush.”

“Skype me when you get to your hotel room tonight and I’ll make you do more than blush. But until then, you do what you gotta. If being with those Winchesters will help you learn how to kill monsters better and save the world, then I can handle being your secret girlfriend.”

What in the world had you done to deserve such a perfect angelic girlfriend like her? You were seriously the luckiest girl on this planet. “I love you so much, C. I’ll talk to you tonight.”

~~Three Years Later~~

“I found a hunt,” you announced. The hesitancy in your voice made both brothers instantly alert.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. It’s a haunting or something at Richard Roman Enterprises. Figured we could look into it.”

Bringing the Winchesters onto this hunt was risky, but something told you that you would need the backup. And when it came to protecting your girlfriend, you would do anything.

“Isn’t that around where you sneak off to every few weeks?” Sam asked, and Dean immediately perked up.

“Did your boyfriend tell you about this ghost? Are we finally gonna be able to meet the lucky guy?”

At Dean’s suggestive eyebrow wiggle, you just rolled your eyes. He was constantly teasing you about the guy that you frequently snuck away to meet. It wasn’t hard to guess that you definitely had a significant other. After all, you always came back much happier and Dean was correct to assume that you’d had a week of mind-blowing sex.

It just wasn’t the kind of sex that he was imagining.  

“My friend did. So I’m heading that way, and I would really like the backup.”

After hunting together for three years, the brothers trusted you enough that they didn’t need to ask too many more questions before agreeing to come along.

“So,” Dean started once you were on the road. “This friend of yours. Is she hot?”

Oh God. Not this.

“She’s way out of your league, Dean. Don’t embarrass yourself.”

“So that’s a yes on the hot thing. Single?”

“Not even close. Seriously, dude. Just forget about her. There are plenty of other women in the city for you to glom onto.”

You finally managed to get the conversation back to your normal routes and the rest of the drive passed relatively quickly. Of course, you started overthinking about how you should act with Charlie around the boys. Girls who were just friends hugged, right? But, like, how long should you linger? And how close should you stand to her so you don’t draw any suspicion? Cheek kisses were also normal things, right?

Damn it. You hated this. After leaving your family, you thought you’d never do this again. That you could always be open about who you were dating.

Three years with the Winchesters… maybe they would be more understanding now?

Better to not risk it.

Dean pulled up to the park that Charlie told you to meet her at, and the three of you got out of the car. Almost immediately, you caught sight of the red-headed beauty waiting for you and an instant smile lit your face.

Normal friends hugged.

So you quickly made your way over to her and pulled her into your arms.

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered into her ear.

“Show me just how much you’ve missed me when we get some alone time tonight.”

And there goes your heart. Dissolving and sending warm bursts throughout your blood stream. However, you would have to control that until later when you were at her apartment and the boys were at the hotel room. Because girls had sleepovers with their friends who were also girls. That was normal.

Friends.

That’s it for now.

You stepped back from the tight hug and motioned towards the Winchesters. “C, this is Sam and Dean. Guys, this is Charlie.”

“So you’re the Winchesters.” You caught onto the judgement in her voice, but hoped that the boys didn’t. Charlie wasn’t their biggest fan. She understood why you stayed with them despite them not accepting all part of you, but she still hated them.

But after a few minutes she cooled down enough to lead everyone over to a restaurant where you ate and talked about the ghost or whatever it was that was haunting her work. The boys managed to focus entirely on the case, but Charlie had her hand on your thigh under the table and you couldn’t handle it anymore. “Hey, C? I gotta go to the bathroom. You wanna…”

You didn’t have to ask twice, and the boys didn’t even raise their eyebrows. Women always went to the bathroom in herds. It was a normal thing. But as soon as you were in the bathroom, Charlie’s hands were on your hips and she was kissing you with all of the missed kisses from the last two months since you’d seen each other. Her cheeks were so soft under your fingers and you pushed her back until the wall was holding her up.

“You’re staying with me tonight, right? They won’t make you stay and research?” Her voice was already breathless and you’d only had her alone for less than a minute. “Because if they try to keep you away from me, I might just have to gank them myself.”

You pulled away from where you’d been peppering kisses down her neck and grinned. “Hey, you used ganked right!”

“Well, my girl’s a super badass hunter, so I figured I better get all up in the lingo.”

“Aaaaand you ruined it,” you teased. “But yeah. I’m staying with you.”

“Good. We’d better get back out there, then.”

The ghost was dead. Well, dead again. Gone. The ghost was gone. The hunt was over. And since you’d come with the Winchesters, you had to leave with them too. Well, you supposed, you could hitchhike back to Kansas, but it would be easier to go with them now and come back for a longer visit later.

“Okay, I get what you’ve been saying. They are nice guys.” Charlie was lounging on her couch while you took one last look around her place to make sure you weren’t forgetting anything important. “Maybe you read them wrong before? They could be cool about you being gay.”

Your eyes landed on a framed picture on a bookshelf and a bittersweet sigh escaped your lips. You and Charlie had gone to an amusement park a few years ago and spent the day laughing, screaming, and enjoying each other’s company as you went on every ride you could. As you did every time you were together, you took selfies liberally. Everywhere you could, whenever possible, you documented your lives together. This picture had been taken at the top of the Ferris Wheel. It had been a wonderful view. The bright colors of the amusement park were laid out behind you two like a child’s board game.

But it wasn’t the park that kept your attention.

Charlie had been laughing when you took the picture. You couldn’t remember the exact joke you’d just told her, but you could remember the magical sound of her laughter as you leaned in and kissed her cheek just as you snapped the picture.

It had been a good day.

“They might be. But I just… I don’t know, C. I don’t want to keep hiding,” you plopped down next to her on the couch, picture still in hand. “But I’ve never had hunting partners this good before. We just click and I don’t want to risk it. But I hate keeping us a secret.”

She reached over and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. You leaned into her touch, knowing it was going to be a long few weeks before you would feel it again.

“You consider them your friends, right?”

You just nodded.

“Then they should accept you for who you really are.”

“That’s what everyone said about my family,” you mumbled, remembering the major disaster that had turned out to be. But before Charlie could say anything comforting, you kept talking through it. “But… But I was happier after I told them. Well, not right away. And I still miss them. But it was freeing after a while. Realizing that I didn’t have to sneak around and I didn’t have that weight of their judgement on me. I… Okay. I’m going to tell them.”

“You are?”

“Yeah. If they can’t accept me as I am, then they don’t deserve me.”

“Damn right, bitch!”

“I’m not going to hide anymore.”

“Oh, sweet Sansa Stark, you’re turning me on right now,” Charlie breathed and the next thing you knew, she was pushing you back on the couch. “I love when you get all determined and shit.”

Carefully, you set the picture down on the coffee table before wrapping your arms around her shoulders and pulling her on top of you. “Just how turned on are you?”

“More turned on than Amy was when Jake took charge and planned that party at the cop convention in season four.”

“Oh, god,” you grinned. “You are turned on!”

She wasted no more time with words and crashed her lips into yours. With her weight on top of you, your hands exploring her body, and the intoxicating taste of her on your lips, you weren’t aware of anything else in the world. It didn’t even register that someone had opened the front door until they spoke.

“Hey, Y/N, we got a call from—oh.”

“Dean!” Both you and Charlie had frozen, but when Sam came in and raised his eyebrows at the sight, you both scrambled to sit up. For a brief moment, you faltered in your resolve, remembering the horror after your family found out.

But then Charlie scooted away a few inches and you panicked. You needed her, the Winchesters be damned. So you grabbed her hand to keep her from moving further.

A small grin covered Dean’s face and he folded his arms. “So this is who you’ve been sneaking away to see all these years.”

“Um, yeah.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Sam asked, pushing further into the room and taking a seat on the coffee table. He picked up the framed picture of you and Charlie beside him and studied it with careful eyes.

“Because… because…”

“Because she overheard you two being dickheaded, homophobic jerkasses, but you guys are the best in the biz so she wanted to stick around and learn from you,” Charlie supplied for you.

“What?” Sam’s head jerked up in disbelief. “When did you hear that?”

“Um, three years ago. It was at a diner and Dean said something about how he hated that the gays are taking over Hollywood and you agreed that it was stupid, Sam.”

Dean’s lips moved silently and he stared off into the distance like always did when he was trying to conjure up a memory, and Sam looked just as confused. Then Dean’s face cleared and he came to sit next to Sam on the table.

“Y/N, I was telling Sam about a conversation I had with some other dickheaded, homophobic jerkass who thought that. Sam agreed that it was stupid and offensive that he said that. We don’t think that. I swear.”

“Really?” Was that all this was? A three-year misunderstanding?

“Yes, really,” Sam said. He turned the picture around so you could see your girlfriend’s laughing face. “You love who you love and look at how happy she makes you. You shouldn’t have to pretend otherwise. I’m sorry if I’ve ever done anything else to make you feel like you weren’t welcome.”

A quick perusal of the past three years didn’t bring up anything else. “You didn’t. I just don’t have the best history at coming out to people and so that one conversation just kinda… cemented everything.”

“Well this conversation changed it, right? We’re good?”

Their acceptance brought tears to your eyes and you nodded before slipping your hand out of Charlies to hug both brothers. It was the complete opposite of your family. But, what was it that Bobby always said? Family don’t end in blood. This was your family now.

“’m glad we cleared this up, kid.”

“Me too, Dean. And I’m sorry I thought you guys were…”

“Dickheaded, homophobic jerkasses,” Charlie piped up and you glanced back at her with a tender smile.

“Yeah. Thanks, babe. Sorry I ever thought you were dickheaded, homophobic jerkasses.”

“No need to apologize. But I actually came in to tell you that I got a call from Taylor. He needs some backup on a hunt in Tennessee. But Sam and I can take it if you want to stay here for a bit.”

You shook your head. “Nah. Taylor’s an idiot so you’ll need backup just to deal with him. Besides, I’ll be back here soon enough.”

“You better, bitch,” Charlie grabbed the lapels of your jacket and pulled you to her for a quick kiss. After so long of hiding from the Winchesters, the PDA was a little stilted, but you pushed past it and let your heart dissolve.

“We’ll meet you at the car in five minutes.” Sam and Dean gracefully excused themselves and Charlie smiled at you which sent your neurons firing off like fireworks.

“I’m glad that worked out.”

“Me too.” After another not-so-quick kiss and some goodbyes, you stood and grabbed your bag. You were on the porch when you heard Charlie calling for you.

She handed you the framed photo from the top of the Ferris Wheel. “Take this. I’ll print another for myself, but you should keep this one. Put it in your room at the bunker.”

Your smile couldn’t be contained as your fingers closed around the simple black frame. “Thanks, C. I love you so much.”

“Love you too, baby. Now go save some lives and be the badass Diaz to my lovely, eccentric Gina!”

“Oh god, they’re so perfect for each other,” you couldn’t help but gush about your favorite ship on Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

“So perfect.”

You pulled her in for another kiss, fully aware that Sam and Dean could see from the Impala. That anyone, really, could see. “I’ll call you tonight. Love you.”

Full request by anon: Lesbian reader starts hunting with the Winchesters, but after hearing a conversation out of context she assumes that the Winchesters are homophobic. Since she grew up in a very homophobic environment she doesn't think of leaving and instead doesn't tell them about it or about her girlfriend, Charlie (kinda AU where they don't know Charlie). Flash forward couple years and they're on a hunt and run into Charlie, who is still reader's serious long distance girlfriend. Bonus points if she knows about the hunting life and totally gets it, but kinda hates Sam and Dean bc she thinks they're homophobic and so messes with them by acting ignorant. THANKS, this is a really personal request for me right now. 

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Te He Dicho Últimamente

Inglés autor: @imagining-supernatural Traducido por: @kclaire1

Sumario: Banda AU. Entre que tú estas de gira y tu novia está ocupada con un gran proyecto en el trabajo, apenas tenéis tiempo para hablar. Dean toma cartas en el asunto.

Recuento de palabras: 1.791

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Basada en la canción Lately by Dan + Shay

N/A: Iba hacia el bus al salir de clase esta mañana y esta canción empezó a sonar en mi IPod, y supongo que ¿tenía ganas? Lo puse en función repetir y empecé a escribir esto en mi móvil en el bus. Me encantan Dan+Shay. Tienen las mejores canciones y letras.

English Version: Have I Told You Lately

“¿Cómo está Charlie?”

Ante la pregunta de Dean, toda tu ansiedad reapareció. Había pasado un mes y cuatro días desde que viste a tu novia por última vez. En todo ese tiempo, tú habías estado ocupada con la gira por Norte América, y ella estaba tan metida de lleno en un gran proyecto en su trabajo que incluso sacar tiempo para llamaros tres veces a la semana era casi imposible.

“Bien, creo. La verdad es que no hemos hablado mucho últimamente.”

“¿Problemas?”

Lanzando un profundo suspiro, te dejaste caer en el asiento de la caravana y cerraste los ojos. Inmediatamente se te vino a la mente su precioso rostro. “No realmente. No lo sé. Las dos hemos estado muy ocupadas últimamente.”

“Bueno, no cometas le mismo error que yo cometí—“

“Charlie no es como Lisa, Dean.” Le respondiste cortante. Te sentiste inmediatamente mal por haberle interrumpido. “No quiero ofenderte. Pero sé que ella no me engañaría. Y ella sabe que yo no lo haría tampoco. Al menos, espero que lo sepa…”

“Justo de eso es de lo que estoy hablando, T/N. Esta banda es importante, pero Charlie es incluso más importarte. No la descuides porque es difícil—“

Te incorporaste rápidamente y te inclinaste sobre la mesa de la cocina con los ojos fijos en tu compañero de banda. “Tú no descuidaste a Lisa. Lo que hizo no fue culpa tuya, Dean. Cogías un avión a casa cada vez que podías pasar aunque solo fueran unas cuantas horas con ella. Volabas para hacer todos esos viajes para turistas a todas las ciudades que siempre quería conocer. No es tu culpa en absoluto que Lisa fuera una zorra y que te engañara. Fue todo culpa suya. Tú hiciste todo lo que pudiste.”

Se aclaró la garganta y desvió la mirada durante un momento. “Gracias, pero aun así-”

“Sin peros, Dean. Si no era feliz contigo, debería haber sido lo suficientemente madura para hablarlo contigo antes de acostarse con alguien más.”

“Estábamos hablando de Charlie y de ti.” Respondió evasivo, claramente incómodo con tu insistencia en ese asunto. “Y tenemos dos días libres antes del siguiente concierto. Quizás deberías volar a casa y pasar tiempo con tu chica.”

Al ver que no respondías an instante, levantó una ceja. “¿Qué?”

“Yo—todo ha cambiado tanto. Yo… no sé Dean. ¿Y si ha cambiado demasiado? Quiero decir, cuando Charlie y yo nos conocimos, yo sólo era una chica con una guitarra y un sueño, cantando a corazón abierto en la oscuridad de un bar. Y ahora… estamos llenando cada concierto que damos por todo el mundo. Ella no firmó para meterse en esta locura.

“Ella firmó para estar contigo. Eso es lo único que importa, T/N.” Frunció el entrecejo durante un minuto mientras pensaba algo.

Ella firmó para estar conmigo, te repetías las palabras de Dean en tu cabeza. Ni tu mente ni en tu corazón cabía ninguna duda de que amabas a Charlie entonces y la seguías amando ahora. Y sabías que ella te amaba, pero ¿eso era suficiente teniendo en cuenta el estilo de vida que tu llevabas?

“¡Sam, Cas!” gritó Dean hacia la parte de atrás de la caravana donde los otros dos miembros de la banda estaban intentando dormir. Cuando ninguno de los dos contestaron, Dean saltó del taburete de la cocina y se dirigió hacia atrás. Escuchaste el inconfundible sonido de tus dos amigos despertándose, seguido por los ruidos ligeramente preocupantes de pelea. Hombres.

Unos minutos después, los tres salieron. Ninguno de ellos parecía herido, así que no te preocupaste.

“Tenéis que llamar a vuestras mujeres y hacer que saquen a Charlie esta noche de copas en—¿en que bar la conociste, T/N?

“Eh, en Shaw´s ¿Por qué?”

Pero se volvió a mirar a Sam y Cas en vez de contestar a tu pregunta. “Que la lleven a Shaw´s esta noche. Y decidle que no admitís un no por respuesta. Que se crea que es una noche de chicas o algo así.”

Dean se giró hacia ti con ojos brillantes.

“Este es el plan…”

*****

Charlie entró en la familiar niebla de olor a tabaco de Shaw´s. Recuerdos de las dos allí le hicieron sonreír, pero parte de su mente estaba aún pensando en el trabajo. La fecha tope era la próxima semana y su equipo seguía liándola con algunas partes. Charlie se había pasado más tiempo arreglando sus errores que trabajando en su parte.

Era tan duro ser la más inteligente.

“Tres Bellinis de melocotón,” pidió Jess mientras Meg agarraba a Charlie del brazo y comenzaba a caminar entre la gente hasta encontrar una mesa libre.

“No puedo beber mucho,” dijo Charlie mirando el teléfono para ver la hora que era. “Aún tengo un montón de trabajo que hacer esta noche.”

De repente, ya no tenía el teléfono en la mano. Charlie levantó la vista y vio a Jess guardándolo en su bolso, después de habérselo quitado mientras pasaba a tu lado. “Nada de esto esta noche. Nos vamos a relajar y a disfrutar de la compañía.”

“Pero es que tengo un gran proyecto y—“

“He hablado con tu jefe,” dijo Meg justo cuando llegaban las bebidas. “Me ha dicho que se ha dado cuenta cuantas horas extras has estado trabajando y que no te permite volver al trabajo esta noche o mañana y que ha cambiado la fecha tope a dentro de unos días. Además, es tiempo libre remunerado, zorra afortunada. Me encantaría tener un trabajo así de bueno.”

“¿De verdad? ¿Eso ha dicho?”

Meg asintió mientras daba un sorbo a su Bellini. Frunció la nariz y miró a Jess. “Me has estropeado. Solía ser una chica de las que beben whiskey, pero desde que salgo por ahí contigo has logrado que me guste de verdad esta cosa con sabor a fruta.”

“De nada.” Jess sonrió antes de volverse hacia Charlie. “Ya que tienes más de 24 horas para relajarte, yo digo que empecemos nuestras mini-vacaciones ahora mismo, ¿vale?”

¿Qué demonios está pasando? Charlie se preguntó brevemente antes de decidir no mirarle los dientes al caballo regalado. Una sonrisa apareció en su rostro mientras levantaba su copa para chocarla con la de Jess. “¡Que empiece la fiesta, zorras!”

Charlie raramente pasaba tiempo con Jess y Meg si tú no estabas allí también, pero últimamente parecía que el universo se había conjurado contra vosotros. Charlie te echaba de menos más de lo que quería admitir. Sabía cuánto te gustaban las giras y la emoción de estar en el escenario, pero maldición, era duro estar lejos de ti durante tanto tiempo.

Media hora después, las luces se atenuaron un poco más y un foco apareció en el escenario. Charlie ni siquiera levantó la mirada, sabiendo que fuera quien fuera el que estuviera a punto de tocar o cantar, no tendría nada que hacer al lado de su perfecta novia.

“Hola a todos. Ha pasado ya tiempo desde la última vez que pisamos este escenario.”

La voz que salía por los altavoces hizo que Charlie se quedara paralizada con el vaso a medio camino de sus labios. Levantó los ojos hacia Jess y Meg, con miedo incluso a tener la esperanza de estar escuchando bien. Ambas tenían amplias sonrisas en sus rostros y Jess guiñó un ojo.

“He estado en muchos escenarios estos últimos años, pero este es aún mi favorito. Aquí es donde empecé. Donde me di a conocer. Donde conocí a mi primer agente. Pero sobre todo… es mi escenario favorito porque aquí es donde conocí al amor de mi vida.”

Charlie no se pudo contener durante más tiempo. Se giró en la silla y se le derritió el corazón cuando te vio sentada en un taburete, con tu vieja guitarra acústica apoyada sobre la rodilla, justo como la primera vez que la viste.”

“Hola, Charlie,” dijiste bajando la voz un poco. “Esta canción es para ti, mi preciosa, sabihonda y maravillosa novia.”

Charlie solo podía mirarte fijamente mientras comenzabas a tocar los primeros acordes de una lenta balada country. Cinco años atrás, te la escuchó cantar por primera vez, y supo que iba a ser un triunfo. Ahora se sentía como transportada en el tiempo hacia el pasado.

“Últimamente, me cuesta respirar / tratar de mantener la cabeza fuera del agua / a veces la vida es así, todo trabajar sin nada de diversión / y últimamente me cuesta recordar como solíamos ser / y me pregunto, si las palabras que no digo / pueden arreglarlo / pero he estado pensando en nosotras / y sé que el camino es duro / y a veces parece demasiado / quizás no te lo digo lo suficiente / Así que escucha,” levantaste la vista de la guitarra y la miraste a los ojos. Una lagrima errante de emoción escapó de los sus ojos y Charlie se la limpió rápidamente, pero no antes de que tu la vieras. Sonreíste ampliamente mientras comenzabas a cantar el estribillo.

“Chica sabes que eres preciosa / solía decírtelo a todas horas / pero cuando te dejas el pelo suelto / aún me vuelve loca / es como un milagro / que pueda decir que eres mía / así que nena ¿te he dicho que te quiero / últimamente?”

Llegados a este punto, Charlie había dejado de intentar no llorar. No tenía sentido cuando podía notar la humedad en tus ojos también. Había pasado demasiado tiempo desde que te había visto por última vez. A penas habíais hablado en los últimos meses y Charlie no se había dado cuenta de lo vacío que estaba su corazón. Verte allí, escucharte cantar… La llenaba de tanto amor.

Hacia el final de la canción, Charlie sintió la mano de Jess en su hombro y dejó que la acercara al escenario. Lo que fuera para estar más cerca de ti.

“Te he dicho que te quiero / que eres divertida, que eres dulce / y que adoro tu exterior y todo lo que hay debajo / últimamente / te he dicho que te hecho de menos cada segundo que estoy despierta / y que adoro como sonríes cuando te beso en mis sueños / ¿te lo he dicho? / ¿te lo he dicho? / Últimamente…”

La canción terminó y toda la habitación estalló en aplausos, pero a Charlie no le importó. Sólo podía mirarte a ti, girando la guitarra para que reposara a su espalda. Sólo podía mirar tus manos, mientras subías el corto espacio hasta el escenario. Sólo podía fijarse el la calidez de tu otra mano sobre su mejilla. Las lagrimas en tus ojos. La sonrisa de amor que iluminaba tu rostro.

“Te quiero tanto, Charlie.”

“Bésame de una vez,” Charlie sonrió y, sin esperar a que tiraras de ella, se inclinó hacia delante y te besó como había estado deseando hacerlo durante todo un mes.

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To-Write/Requests Closed

Alright everyone! I have so many good requests! I’m looking forward to the next time I want to procrastinate (which will probably be tonight, actually... I’m horrible at this whole “school” thing this semester). Anyway, I just closed my requests and organized all of the requests and updated my To-Write Page. I didn’t put the requests on there in any particular order, and I don’t know what order I’ll get around to them in.

For all of you mobile users that tumblr seems to hate, I copied the list onto this post. The list that will be updated every time I write something and take that one off the list can be found HERE, but it’s not mobile-friendly.

Oneshot Requests

By anon: Lucifer!CasxReader (Not promising anything… Both of these characters are ones I can’t really write, but I’ll try anything once!)

By anon: Lesbian!Reader

By anon: Demon!Dean reader trapped in au

By anon: DeanxReader Ancient Spirits/Gods

By depressedandoverexpressed: PTSD!Reader w/ scars

Drabble Requests

By anon: SamxReader – “I’d rather you be alive and hate me…”

By anon: DeanxReader – “You’re so freaking adorable” “Quite smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up…”

By dixonwinchesterlover and anon: BennyxReader (I put these two together right now, but if I get in the Benny mood, I might do two separate drabbles. Just depends on how well my muse likes our southern vampire friend)

By anon: DeanxZanna!Reader

By anon: CrowleyxReader – Yelling at Rowena

By anon: SamxCurvy!Reader

By starswirlblitz: DeanxReader!Angel – Wings

By supernaturalmarvelgirl: SamxReader – Sammy Comfort (Check out my very first Sam oneshot, Just Leave. I had a super shitty day last year and I needed to feel better, so I started writing and somehow it was Sam who comforted me, not Dean like I thought it would be.)

By theanniewisegirl: SamxReader – Angst then fluff

By anon: SamxReader – The “weird dream” about finding Dean’s girl (I wasn’t completely 100% sure this was a request, but I added it anyway! And with how much detail is in this request/dream, I might move this up to the oneshot request list)

By anon: DeanxReader – Reader knocked out saving Sam

By anon: CharliexReader – Childhood BFFs

By anon: DeanxReader – “I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses”

By autopistaaningunaparte – DeanxReader – Fluffy

By anon: SamxReader – Cuddling in the back of Baby

By attractiverandomness: ShyActor!DeanxStagecrew!Reader

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Ugh, I love this so much

She’s A Beauty, Such A Cutie

Help yourself to a cute drabble based on the song Can’t Take Her Anywhere by Dylan Scott! (377 words) Song 10 from Deluxe Edition

You ever see someone and you don’t know a thing about them except that the single most important reason for their existence is to bring bright rays of sunshine to the ever-darkening world?

That’s my girl. Y/N.

You ain’t ever seen someone so beautiful and funny and darn right perfect as she is.

Now you might think that I’m biased. I suppose I am. I am hopelessly in love with her, after all. That does lend its hand to some kind of bias. But I also know for a fact that I’m not making this up. I’m not the only person who can see her this way.

Everywhere we go, she’s the center of attention. Not on purpose. She doesn’t even notice it. But as soon as we go anywhere, people are drawn to her. They want to get to know her. They see her smile and become addicted instantly. If I ever leave her alone at a bar, even just to grab some drinks, I always return to some guy trying his luck and hoping for her number.

So, you see, I’m not just making this up. She’s special. Everyone can see it.

And I’m the lucky one she goes home with every night. It’s my lap she sits on after turning down the heartbroken bastard at the bar. It’s my hand hers fits in so perfectly when we stroll down the boardwalk. And my lips are the lucky ones that know every inch of her body.

So I can’t really blame anyone who tries to wiggle their way into her life. Hell, I was there. I was the star-struck soul at the bar blinded by her spotlight. And now I can’t take her anywhere without everyone watching. It doesn’t bother me. Maybe if she gave any sort of indication that she didn’t love me, I would mind the way guys’ eyes follow her ass when she walks away. But she’s mine, and there is no question in my mind about that.

So let the fellas at the bar puff out their chests and flash their fancy watches. Let them flirt and fish for her attention. Let them try.

Because at the end of the day it’s my bed that her sunshine bright smile is warming.

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