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Dinner Date with the Winchesters-Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean does something with Y/N’s food that Sam never noticed before. 

Warnings: Fluff and Language

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1528

Tag List: @elskinner45​ @you-a-southpaw-doll​ @it-is-rebel-owl-ma-dudes​

A/N: A prompt gave me inspiration for this! I hope you all enjoy!! To be tagged in More Dean One Shots, message me, submit an ask or comment!!

It’s only been a few years since I met the Winchester brothers. There was a ghost in my home and they quickly got rid of it. Finding out who it was, they salted and burned the bones. After that, I was too afraid to stay in the house any longer. Dean, after a private talk with Sam, invited me to go on the road with them. They agreed with me when I said I just wanted to hang at the motels, saying that would be for the best.

I can go through all the books and John’s journal helping them, but I will not actually go out and hunt with them. I didn’t want to get hurt and the boys didn’t want me hurt either. It wasn’t until about a year in when Dean officially asked me to be his girlfriend. We’d slept in motel rooms together and screwed around quite frequently, but we were never official. 

I of course said yes and we’ve been together for the last two years. I wouldn’t change it for the world. Dean tried to say I deserved the white picket fence and a huge house but all I want is him. I love traveling around with the Winchesters. I may have to stitch them up and ‘flirt’ with other guys to get money but I wouldn’t change it for anything. These guys are my home. 

I sit down on mine and Dean’s bed waiting for them to return. The three of us, me, Dean, and Sam, had to share a room this time since they only had a double room left. Grabbing the remote from the side table, I turn on the TV to see Dr. Sexy MD playing. I playfully roll my eyes, knowing Dean had to have the TV on before they left earlier. 

The door opens and in walks the brothers with two bags, the delicious smell wafting over from them, making my stomach growl. I smile widely.

“Hello, dear Winchesters! How did it go?” I stand up, giggling.

“You were right. We needed to check the office one more time. We found a picture of the girl and was finally able to shank her.” Dean smiles. 

I smirk. “Y/N is always right. When will you learn that?” 

He playfully rolls his eyes. “I’m so sorry, my dear. Whatever would I do without your amazing ‘always being right’ skills?”

Sarcasm drips from his mouth as he speaks. I playfully smack his arm and giggle. 

“Shush, Dean.”

He cracks up laughing and kisses my head. I grab three plates and hand them to Dean. He takes them over to the beds while I grab a couple of beers from the fridge. Dean grabs my burger and puts it on my plate before opening the wrapper. I see Sam watch his older brother with a raised eyebrow. Dean takes the top off my burger and grabs my onions before putting them on his plate. 

He then takes the pickles off his own burger and places them on top of my burger. After he does that, he gently places the bun back on my burger, so as not to squish it, before taking a large bite of his own.

“Wait...Do you always do that?” Sam asks as I sit down next to Dean.

I hand Sam his beer before speaking, glancing at him, curiously.

“Always do what, Sammy?” I take a sip of my own beer and put it on the side table.

“Does he always take off your onions? And give you his pickles?” Sam opens his salad box. 

“Usually, yeah.” Dean nods, before taking another bite. “It’s like an unspoken agreement between us. My pickles for her onions.”

“Since when?” Sam glances at us, curiosity and amusement written on his face.

“Well...on our first date, they didn’t take the onions off my burger.” I take a small bite before I continue. “Then Dean found out my favorite part of burgers is the pickles so he gave me his.”

Sam nods, chuckling quietly, before he opens his mouth and starts talking again.

“I’ve never noticed that before.” 

“It’s not like we announced it to you, Sammy.” Dean chuckles, sipping his beer.

“I think it’s kinda of cute.” Sam smiles.

“Shit. We’re gonna have to stop doing it. I don’t need anymore Rom-Com comments.” Dean teases, winking at me.

“But then who will eat my onions?” I pout.

“I will.” Sam smirks over at his brother.

“Oh hell nah. I got it.” Dean quickly says, looking at Sam. “My girlfriend...My onions.”

“Hopefully, she won’t be your girlfriend for long.” Sam mumbles around his fork.

“What was that?” I look at Sam.

“Nothing!” Both boys call out before turning back to the TV.

I shake my head. Winchester brothers always hiding shit from me. 

“Dean Henry Winchester! If you want to break up with me, you had best let me know now!” I say, turning my head to look at him.

He quickly shakes his head, almost fast enough to give himself whiplash. Swallowing the bite of burger in his mouth, he chases it with a swig of his beer before looking at me.

“No. No. It’s nothing like that, baby. I promise. I don’t want to break up with you. Sammy’s just jealous I’m the one with the smoking hot girlfriend and not him.”

I push my lips out and hum. “Mhmm, sureee!”

“I’m serious, babe! I…” He cuts himself off when he sees me smirking. “You are evil, doll.”

I giggle and shrug. “You’ve learned to live with it.”

***

A week later, Dean and I are in the middle of researching a case when Sam walks in with a bag from the burger place down the street. He puts the bag down and goes through it. I don’t look up as I put my hand out toward him. He lays a wrapped burger in my hand and I mumble a ‘thank you’ as I read the article on my laptop.

I finish the article, not wanting to lose my place, before opening my burger and I take the top off to get the onion when I gasp loudly. My burger has extra pickles and no onions.

“What?” Dean looks overs at me. 

“Samuel William Winchester! What did you do?” I glance up at him.

“I…” He starts.

Dean opens his own burger and takes the bun off. His eyes snap up at Sam.

“You...you fucked this up.” He shakes his head.

His burger must have the extra onions on it and no pickles too.

“No? I got you what you usually eat.” Sam pauses. “Right?”

“No, Sam. It’s our thing to switch the ingredients. It’s different if you just order it this way.” I sigh and put my bun back on.

“What’s the difference?” Sam raises an eyebrow.

“It’s our thing. A routine. I take her onion, she takes my pickles. It would be like if you...if, for two years, you ordered your salad the same way, taking out pieces to eat later or eat it a different way.” Dean starts.

“Like how I eat steak salads but put the steak to the side to dip in the ranch later…” I cut in for a second. 

“Yeah, then it would be like if someone ordered her steak salad but no steak.” Dean explains. 

“And, while we may not like to actually bite into the onions and pickles, the taste of them is still on the burger, and that’s what makes it taste just right.”

Sam bites his lip and nods. “I understand now. I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”

“It’s okay, Sammy. Just...Don’t do it again.” Dean smirks before taking a bite out of his burger. “Nope. Not the same.” 

I giggle slightly and nod as I chew through my own burger. “It’s not, but it’ll have to do. I’m starving.”

“I’ll know what to do for next time.” Sam sits down with a small smile.

“Don’t worry about it, Sam.” I smile as I eat. “We’ll let it go this time.”

He chuckles and nods. “Thanks, guys.”

I glance over at Dean and shake my head. He chuckles. I can’t let it go. It’s not the same at all. I hold my hand out for his burger. He looks confused for a moment, but hands it over. Giggling, I lay our burgers side by side, and lift the top buns off each. Taking some of the pickles from my burger, and some of the onions from Dean’s, I switch them for a moment. 

I ignore the brothers as they both watch me do my thing. I put the top buns back on our burgers, and hand Dean’s his. He chuckles, seemingly understanding what I’m doing, and a moment later, we do our ritual. He hands me the pickles I’d put on his burger and I hand him the onions I’d put on mine. 

We both take a bite of our burgers at the same time and smile at each other before we start chewing.

“Perfect.” Dean says, not caring about the mouth full of burger he has.

[supernatural-squadd]

Wash It Away

Winchester Sister Imagine

TRIGGER WARNING: Heavy depression thoughts, verbal suicidal tendencies

Requested by: @rilezra  "I'm feeling shit and desperate so i request a shitty desperate reader begging the winchesters to kill her to stop the pain she experiences on the daily with some sort of good ending that doesn't actually end with them killing her, rather them helping her?"           

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The hopeless feeling that swelled inside of your chest expanded as your tears continued to fall fast and hard. The entire feeling consumed you, overwhelmed your mind and body in every aspect. Leaving a crumpled up girl curled up atop her bed, clenching onto her pillow so tight the fabric might break. The same comforting pillow softened the tears from falling a distance, quieted the sobs and desperate silent cries for help. Your mouth stay opened, pushing out a thick line of air as though you were screaming at this invisible inner pain that continued to destroy you eternally, however, no sound came out as the tears dripped from your swollen eyes.

You'd been like this all night, quietly allowing your mind to destroy you as there seemed to be no more of a will for anything lurking inside. Sleep was beyond impossible, unless it was permanent and everlasting. Yet somehow being a Winchester almost ensured your two brothers, or Cas, would certainly find a way to bring you back and force you to live this existence you so badly felt the need to escape.

As tears silently fell, the silent patting of footsteps got closer to your room, but they were inaudible to you over the sound of your heart crumbling into a million small pieces.

Sam knocked lightly, trying to test to see if you were awake, instead he heard a small sniffle as you turned your body to pretend as though you still slept. While he wanted to rush in and come to whatever aid you required, he knew you always responded to Dean better than himself. Dean had practically raised not only Sam, but you as well. Sam and Dean had an undeniable bond, everyone in the entire universe and every conceivable universe knew that, but when you were a child and your tiny hand curled around his finger, everyone knew this would be everlasting.

It was 5am, Sam was headed out for his jog, but now seeing he was delayed and concerned, he went to Dean's bedroom instead, not even bothering to knock. Dean was always a light sleeper, so naturally when his door opened, so did his tired green eyes with a shock. Under no circumstances was it smart to wake the beast that was a sleeping Dean, but in all honesty, the boys had been down this road with you before, they knew it was literal life or death in the past and feared for the same this time around.

"It's Y/N." Sam immediately spoke, hoping Dean would register that in his brain his sister needed him in a bad way.

These were the only words that would make it acceptable to wake up Dean Winchester at any hour. He and Sam both made haste to your room where Dean quietly put his ear to your door listening as you silently sobbed into your pillow. With ease he opened the door, peering in at your sobbing form all bundled up and tightly hugging your pillow.

He didn’t say a word, just sat down on your bed and began rubbing your back softly, trying to let you know he was there whenever you were ready. His loving brotherly touch only made your heart ache more and tears fall thicker than before. The heartbreaking sounds emitting from your broken body only crushed your brothers souls more. They wanted nothing more than to help you, but sometimes things can't be fixed with words. Words are like the glue that hold us together, hugs and physical presence is what keeps that glue from melting away or crumbling.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Dean's half asleep half awake groggy voice filled the room, vibrating your bones as though each sound he made echoed off of them and into your heart.

Without words you simply shook your head, rolling to your side a little to see your brothers faces. Sam in the doorway, looking afraid, and Dean who just looked like someone had stabbed him in his chest.  Just looking upon your face he could see how broken you were, how far you'd fallen off the wagon. He wasted no time forcing his arm under your shoulders, pushing himself onto the bed, motioning you to roll over and to lay in his arms while he sat up.

"Do you hear my heartbeat?" He said, brushing random strays of hair out of your face while his other arm held you tight. "Just focus on that, okay?" His voice was even more so echoing now that you lay on his chest.

Sam watched the two of you, watched how dead you looked in your eyes, how blank and unfeeling your stare was. This is what concerned him most of all. Dean gave his brother a once over nod, letting him know you would be okay with him, and reluctantly Sam left the room.

"Can I ask you a favor?" You spoke with such a hoarse and low tone from crying for so long. "I want you to kill me." The words rolled off of your tongue as though they were nothing. "I can't do it myself, I don't want to be here anymore. I can't be here anymore. I hate it."

Dean sat you up instantly, his face forged with confusion, sadness and anger all in one, but mainly anger.

"How are you even asking me this right now?" He roughly said, this time speaking a little louder than he was before. Completely ignoring the fact you squinted your eyes in pain at the raising of his voice, indicating you had a bad migraine.

"I'm tired of fighting, I just-"

"You just what?" He cut you off in total, his voice still loud with mixed emotions. "You just plan on giving up? Leaving Sammy? Leaving me?" There was a sense of more hurt in his words near the last, how dare you even think about leaving him. He who had given up majority of his life to keep you safe and alive, loosing the fight so easily and to yourself no less.

"Please stop yelling.' Your hand reached up and connected with your throbbing temple.

"This is serious, this isn't some joke, this is your life." His voice began to lower slightly, after he took a deep breath it went back to a normal tone. "You're life may now have value to yourself right now, but it'll always have value to me. So even when you stop fighting for yourself, I'll be there still, fighting for you. Do you know why?" Dean waited until your eyes shifted and painfully met his. "Because dammit you are worth fighting for."

It took a moment for you to find words, find a self will even if it wasn't that strong. Still you sat up in front of him, hair a mess, eyes puffy with pain, hands weak from the loss of so much emotion, but still you knew he was right.

"I swear I'm trying." You half scoffed out with only air. "I just can't breathe anymore, every second I'm alive I feel like I'm drowning. Physically, I have the world: You, Cas and Sammy. Mentally? I have nobody."

"Let me help you breathe, let me help clear the air somehow. I'm sure as hell not going anywhere, and neither are you." Dean's hand found a fitting over the top of yours while he looked for some form of understanding in your eyes. "Promise me that when you can't fight for yourself, you'll at least let me continue to fight for you. That you won't give up on me even when you've given up on yourself."

Once you nodded, silently whispering that you promised and allowing Dean to kiss your temple and pull you back into his chest.

Only was it hours later did Sam come check on the two of you, finding you with a peaceful face now dry from tears and one big brother who held onto you both physically and mentally, refusing to let you go.

[carleighalpha]

The Return

When John comes back, {Y/N} has some news to give to Dean.

Imagine: Fluff

Word Count: 1,000

In the bunker, Mary is holding back {Y/N}'s hair as she was throwing up. The emergency lights begin to flicker.

" It's ok. Let it out." Mary said as {Y/N} finally finished, she carefully got up, her {E/C} eyes found Mary's.

" I'm feeling better." {Y/N} said as she smiled. Mary helped the girl up. {Y/N} brushed her teeth and rinsed her mouth out.

" When are you gonna tell Dean?" Mary asked the {H/C} woman, she smiled and placed a hand on the small bump.

" I was thinking about today, I was thinking about making dinner tonight." {Y/N} said as Mary smiled. The way that Mary saw that both Dean and {Y/N} looked and cared for one another was beautiful, almost just like her and John used to look at one another.

" Alright, lets go find him." Mary said as {Y/N} nodded. Mary and {Y/N} walked together down the hall.

" Sam? Dean?" Mary called out, another voice they heard made them confused. Mary and {Y/N} walked into the kitchen to see none other than John Winchester, Mary then went to John and the two kissed.

" I'll be back." {Y/N} said to Dean, who looked confused, but went with Sam. {Y/N} went to her and Dean's room, smiling at that. A few minutes later, {Y/N} went to the library and smiled, but was disturbed when she heard footsteps behind her.

' So, how long have you and Dean been ya know? Together?" John asked as {Y/N} turned around and smiled.

" Since he decided to interrupt a demon hunt back in 2008." {Y/N} said as John smiled, {Y/N} fittled with the ring on her finger and John smiled at that.

" I hope you two are happy." John said as {Y/N} smiled.

" You have no idea." {Y/N} said as John walked away. {Y/N} opened up the photo album that contained pictures of her and Dean, then she placed the ultrasound in a new slot. It was later when Dean came to get {Y/N}.

" Hey you doing ok?" Dean asked as {Y/N} nods at this.

" Yeah." {Y/N} said as she smiled, she placed a kiss upon Dean's lips.

" Hey, I do have something to show you." {Y/N} said as she opened up the page with the photo.

" Are you serious?" Dean asked a bit scared, {Y/N} grabbed Dean's hand and placed it upon her stomach.

" I'm pregnant Dean." {Y/N} said with a smile, Dean nodded and kissed her hard.

" Thats great babe. Lets go eat." Dean said with a smile, taking {Y/N}'s hand in his, he takes her to where Sam, Mary and John were sitting. They sat in quiet. Till John spoke up.

" Alright. Near as I can tell, we have two choices. Alright, we can think about what’s coming. Or we can be grateful for this time that we have together. Now, me…" John said as he took Mary's hand.

" I choose grateful." John said smiling, he kissed Mary's hand.

" So, to whatever brought us together, we owe you one. Amen." John said as he lifted his drink.

" Amen." Dean said with a solemn voice.

" Amen." Mary said with a bit of sadness in her voice.

" Amen. " Sam said quietly, then {Y/N} nodded.

" Amen." {Y/N} said gratefully, they clinked glasses together then began to eat.

" So, {Y/N} and I are expecting a baby." Dean said as Sam and John perked up.

" Congrats." Sam said shocked, John smiled and wiped his mouth.

" Never saw you as a father, but I am proud Dean." John said with a smile, {Y/N} drank her apple cider, soon dinner had ended, and {Y/N} got up to see the Winchesters gathered.

" I hate this." Mary said as {Y/N} saw tears in her eyes.

" So do I." John confessed, Dean saw {Y/N} and nodded her over. She walked over and Dean placed a hand on her small bump.

" Okay." John said quietly.

" My girl." John said as he was looking at Mary.

" I miss you so damn much." John said as {Y/N} felt a few tears hit her cheeks.

" You two. You take care of each other. Dean, take care of that baby. You hear!" John said in a fatherly tone. Dean nodded at this.

" Good to see you, dad." Dean said as John smiled.

" Yeah. I am so proud of you boys." John said as he pulled them into a hug.

" I love you both so much." John said to them, {Y/N} felt tears hitting her hard.

" I love you, too." Dean told John. {Y/N} watched as John pulled away from them.

" Okay. Okay. I’m ready." John said as he took Mary’s hand. He winks at her. He faces Sam.

" Sammy." John said as he had a tear in his eyes. Dean took {Y/N}'s hand in his. Sam picks up the pearl and puts it on the table. Sam picks up a bowl and brings it down. The pearl shatters. They all watched as John looked at Mary as he begins to vanish. Mary begins to cry and {Y/N} went to her and embraced her.

" Mary, Sam, Dean, {Y/N}?" Cas' voice was heard, the four of them see Castiel at the top of the steps.

" What happened?" He asked, Sam scoffed and Dean was smiling.

" What happened?" Sam asked to Castiel.

" Well, there’s a story." Dean said as {Y/N} sighed.

" I need a shower." {Y/N} said as she walked away, she went to the shower room and undressed. {Y/N} got under the spray of hot water and began to wash her body, she felt hands upon her body.

" It's only me." Dean said as he rubbed her body.

" It's ok Dean." {Y/N} whispered, she turned around, embraced Dean under the spray of water.

" Love you." Dean whispered.

" Love you more." {Y/N} whispered.

[untoldshortsofthefandoms]

But I love you... Dean x Reader

Requested:  HELLOO❤ Can you write a fluffy one , Dean x Reader, where the reader confess to him?  by... @mother-of-nekos WARNINGS: slight swearing, mentions of drinking, low thoughts of self and lots of feelings... you have been warned. Word count: 1811

Authors Note:  Hey beautiful humans! I wanted to say that I love all of you and that your feedback is always welcomed along with requests! Enjoy your day or night or wherever you are!!!

Bacon. That was the smell that had awoken you from your deep sleep. You let your feet and legs carry your exhausted body to the bunker kitchen. The closer your legs got you to the kitchen the more smells your nose picked up on, like coffee, maple syrup, whip cream and was that chocolate chips too?

Your haze of a mind slowly came to the conclusion of pancakes, as your feet dragged you into the kitchen.

Your blurry vision made out a shape dancing to some song that the radio played. You slowly walked across the kitchen and sat down on one of the metal stools at the island counter, laying your head into your arms. Your ears stopped ringing as Dean’s voice began to take over, singing I was made for loving you by KISS. You felt your lips pull into a smile listening to him sing slightly off-key.

Beginning to hum along with him got you to work your brain making you wake up more. Foot tapping on the rung of the stool turning into sitting up off the table dancing from your waist up for a good period of time before you jumped to your feet dancing in front of the island as Dean watched.

Dean was making pancakes he had just finished when he heard you shuffle into the kitchen. Thump; he knew you put your head on the island like always, pouring a cup of black bliss in a mug he turned up the radio a little and began to sing loudly. He heard the faint tap of your slipper on the metal, he felt himself grin knowing what was to come as the morning progressed. He finished flipping the last of the pancakes when he turned around to find you dancing around in a band tee too big for you and sweats that were clearly too long. Your hair pulled into a messy bun from the night before.

Placing the finished pancakes on the plate that was on the counter, Dean watched everything you did. His emerald eyes traced your body, watching the movement of your hips to the beat of the music, and how your shoulders and arms moved up n down the curves you owned. Dean just watched as he sat down for breakfast and a show, his eyes never left your dance graceful yet slightly offbeat movements.

The radio played a seamless transition of KISS into Aerosmith's Angel. You heard the familiar song begin to play, quickly walking over to Dean grabbing his wrist before he could protest. You pulled him up from the table and dragged him away from, the island so you could dance together.

“Y/N what are you doing” Dean’s voice spoke out as you came to a stop in the middle of the kitchen floor.

“We are dancing.” You answered as you placed Dean’s hands on your waist as your hands went draped around the base of his neck. You couldn’t believe your boldness, maybe you were still a little drunk from last night or maybe you were just too sleepy to care.

You always liked Dean more than a friend the way his green eyes made you feel weak to your knees or maybe it was the way he took care of your cuts and bruises, careful to make sure he doesn’t hurt you. Even if you do whimper out in pain he immediately stops and starts to apologize for what he did, then he’ll go back even softer and lighter with his touch than before. Maybe it was the way he cared for his family or how you and he had so much in common, from burgers to music to the love of classic cartoons. How about the way he smiles and laughs when he is genuinely happy that makes you melt as you smile and laugh with him. Could it be how all you ever wanted was for him to be happy instead of the emotional wreck he is, maybe you thought you could help him.

You swayed to the soft beat of Aerosmith that was sounding so far away as you got lost in those emerald eyes. The red flush appeared across your cheeks as you gave Dean a soft smile. You leaned up giving him a kiss on the cheek, whispering into his ear, “Thank you for breakfast Angel.”

You pulled away, turning to walk over to the pancakes that smell drew you in. As you began to walk away to go sit, you felt a grip on your right wrist. You turned back to see Dean giving you a smile. He pulled and twirled you back into his arms. Your back pressed against his chest as you let out a little giggle. The red color quickly covered your entire face. You felt Dean’s chuckle resonated from in his chest, as his warm breath sweep across your neck.

You leaned your head back against his left shoulder as you, your eyes met his and you just couldn’t take the thought of what is was like to kiss him any longer. You leaned up a little more as your lips pressed against his soft ones. He tasted sweet like chocolate and a little bit bitter from his cup of coffee. Your body twisted in his arms to face him, never letting your lips break apart. Dean’s hand gripped your hips not wanting you to move, your hands rested on the base of his neck.

The kiss was soft and passionate yet gentle, kissing dean made your pulse increase then quickly drop as you relaxed into Dean’s arms. The wave of happiness exploded from deep in your stomach and spread through your body. You pushed yourself onto your tip-toes so Dean didn’t have to crane his neck so far.

Dean’s grip on your hips only got tighter as he picked you up and placed you gently on the counter, letting himself settle between your legs. Your lungs begged you to pull away from Dean’s soft lips but you couldn’t get your body to respond. You tilted your head to the other side letting your mouth capture much-needed air. You gently bit and tugged on Dean’s bottom lip, letting your mind drift away. Dean groaned against your lips as your fingers ran through his brown locks.

Dean was the one to pull away, leaving you breathless, panting to catch your breath. He rested his forehead against yours as his emerald eyes gazed into your Y/E/C orbs, his hands still placed on your hips.

“Wait… Y/N, we… this…” as he motioned between the two of you. “It can’t happen…I don’t want to hurt you.” Dean’s eyes soften as he admitted that, his worse fear.

“Dean,” You spoke softly as your fingers played with the ends of his hair.

“Y/N. No. I’ll end up hurting you… I can’t do that to you.” His hands slipped from your hips as he turned to begin to walk away. You felt the difference in temperature, you felt cold without him near you. The cold not only chilled your skin but your heart as well.

“But I love you…” You choked out, still sitting on the counter. The salt water glassed over your eyes turning your vision slightly blurry. Dean stopped in his tracks, turned to face you, “You what?” he spoke in a whisper. You hopped off the counter, landing with a soft thud. “I love you, Dean.”

“You shouldn’t, Y/N. I’m not good enough for you. You deserve better than me and this life. You deserve the white picket fence with a house and children in a suburb somewhere with peppy neighbors you’ll hate but only be nice to because that’s who you are. You deserve the whole world, and most of all you deserve a husband or boyfriend who is going to love you the way you need to be with all of his heart… I can’t give you that.” Dean hung his head in defeat.

He always thought he was never good enough for you, you deserved the world and he couldn’t give it to you. Even though he would die trying to give it to you. God, he loved you and wanted nothing but to wake up to you every morning in his arms but this life would never allow it to happen. The hunter lifestyle never lets Dean be happy, not with Jo, not with Liza and Ben. Why would it let him be happy with the one girl who was perfect for him?

Your heart dropped to your stomach, it this really what Dean thought you wanted. That was so far from what you wanted. You wanted Dean, you wanted crappy motels, fast food, monster; you wanted dancing in the bunker kitchen. You wanted to wake up to Dean’s singing every morning, to ride in Baby, to have Dean patch you up after hunts. Most importantly you wanted Dean to realize his worth, to realize he means the world to you. For him to see that he was and is your world.

You took a step forward, waited for Dean’s response. Nothing. You carefully walked to Dean, the closer you got the faster your heart pounded against your chest. You placed your index finger under his chin, making his green orbs meet yours. His once happy emerald greens turned to forest green covered in glass. You looked deep into his eyes, they spoke of his broken heart. You leaned up kissing him again softly, only lasting for a few seconds.

“Dean,” you spoke softly as you broke away from him. “I don’t want a house in a suburb somewhere with crappy neighbors and a shitty white picket fence. I never wanted that. I want shitty motels rooms on the road with cheap fast food only to come home to the bunker to dance in the kitchen with you. The only “neighbor” I want is Sam and Cas. You, Dean, the most amazing man I know. I know this life isn’t what most girls want but it’s what I want. Dean Winchester, you are everything I’ve ever wanted; needed. Dean, you are my world.”

Dean stepped closer to you, leaning down and in pressing his lips against yours as his hands cupped your cheeks pulling you up to him. You felt him smile against your lips. Dean slowly pulled his lips away from yours, speaking. “Y/N, would you like to go out sometime? Just me and you.”

His mind decided if he was your world, he was going to give you your world. You smiled looking into his once again happy emerald eyes, “I’d love to Dean.”

“Say it again?” Dean said hopefully.

You giggled, looking deeper into that ocean of green getting lost but before you got completely lost you spoke softly, “I love you, Dean…”

[thewnchstrs]

Runaway

*not my gif

Pairing: SamXchild!reader, DeanXniece/nephew!reader

Disclaimers: ANGST

Word Count: 2,344

A/N: I tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible since most of my fics are female-based!

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When you’re a Winchester, the pressure to prove yourself is extremely daunting, especially when you’re too young to hunt alone but too old to be as naïve as to not believe in what’s really out there.

Dad and uncle Dean had been out of a case for nearly a month, nothing coming up on their radar, which was worrying to say the very least. Not so much as a suspicious death to show up on the internet flashed any neon signs that there could be something for them to be concerned with.

Dad liked having the break, that much I could tell. He seemed less tense, not always hunched over that damned computer of his. Uncle Dean, on the other hand, was practically scaling the walls of the bunker, desperate to kill something.

I knew this was my chance. I had just turned seventeen- an age that most hunters would’ve scoffed at. Starting your hunting career a year before adulthood is nearly taboo, but not exactly unheard of. If I was able to find a successful lead to a hunt, dad would have to let me go.

I never really understood why he never let me go on my own when him and Dean have been hunting since they were nearly half my age. I’ve done target practice, floor training, hand to hand combat, all of it concluding with dad telling me how good I was at it all. I begged him for years to let me put my training into practice but he’d shot me down every time without so much as an explanation. Today, however, I was not going to take no for an answer.

I’d spent hours on end sitting on my bed scrolling through newspaper article after newspaper article trying to find something to get the ball rolling. I was nearly on the edge of giving up after nearly 4 hours of reading about death when an article from a Wisconsin paper made me pause, my heart soaring as I read the headline: 28-year-old Suspected Murderer On The Loose

At first, I’d figured this wasn’t our kind of thing, just a sick guy who’d gotten away from police. However, as I looked closer at the mugshot pictured just beneath the headline, the man’s eyes seemed to be reflecting the light of the camera’s flash. 

“Bingo,” I smiled at the obvious shapeshifter. I nearly flung myself off of my bed, running toward dad’s room down the hall, my socks sliding as I came to a stop, throwing his door open.

He flipped over onto his back, turned the light on and pointed his gun at me all in one swoop, his posture visibly relaxed once he’d realized it was only me. “Jesus, Y/N, what do you think you’re doing-“

“No time for that,” I said quickly, flopping down onto his bed as I showed him the laptop screen. “I found a case.”

He squinted at the picture, quickly noticing the man’s abnormal eyes. He studied the picture for a few minutes before darting his eyes to meet mine. “Alright, well, uncle Dean and I will get started on it tomorrow.” 

He began tucking his gun back under his pillow, obviously uninterested. However, I was not about to throw away my shot. “No, no, I found this case- I should be the one to take care of it.”

Instantly, he shook his head, his long hair flinging forward and backwards. “Nope, sorry kid not happening.”

“Dad-”

“I said no, Y/N.” he said, sternly, his eyebrows raised in emphasis letting me know he was serious. “I don’t want you hunting, you know that.”

“But why,” I question. This peaked his interest- I’d never crossed him before, never questioned his reasoning for keeping me in the dark with what him and uncle Dean did for a living. “Why are you keeping me out of this?”

Dad sighed, sitting up farther in bed. “I promised your mother I would keep you out of the life, alright? I told her I’d keep you safe and that as long as you were with me, I wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“It’s in my blood, I- I’m a Winchester, we’ve been doing this for hundreds of years-”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He said, shaking his head. “I can’t break my promise to her. Once you’re in this life...there’s no way out of it.”

I sighed, bringing my eyes to his from where they’d been focused on the wooden floors. I nearly slammed the lid of the computer as I stood up, getting ready to leave the room.

“Y/N, come back-”

“No,” I said, turning back to him. I slowly shook my head, it wasn’t fair. “I’m going on this hunt, whether you like it or not.”

Before he could say anything else, I’d already turned, making my way down the hall toward Dean’s room, pushing the door open and snatching his weapons bag off of his dresser.

“Wha’ ya doin’?” he asked, half asleep, his face half buried in his pillow.

“You’re dreaming,” I said as I filled the bag and he settled back into his bed without a second thought.

“Okay...g’night.”

After I’d filled the bag, I slung it over my shoulder and back to my bedroom where I began lacing up my shoes when dad came barging in, “where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m taking care of this hunt, and I’m going alone.” I picked the bag up off of the floor, leaving the room when he grabbed my upper arm, making me whip around to him. “Let go of me!”

“I’m not letting you go by yourself, Y/N!” He nearly shouted. 

“Why not?!” I yelled back, yanking my arm from his grip. “Prior to popular belief, I can take care of myself! I don’t need you!”

“You’re a child, Y/N! You won’t survive five minutes out there alone!” He screamed, his face going red. I had never seen him like this- never expected him to blow up. Dean, of course. I’ve seen him throw things across the room, but this- this was a new occurrence. From behind him, Dean came out of his room, looking up and down the hallway before standing shocked at the scene. Dad, towering over me, veins popping out of his neck in anger as he pointed an accusatory finger at me, “I’d like to see you try to do the things I’ve done, to even go out there and shoot a straight shot because you can’t do it! You will never be able to do what we do!”

The bunker seemed like it was submerged underwater once he’d finished screaming. His echoing voice ceasing to nothing as he rubbed a hand down his face. 

“Screw you.” I shoved the bag into his arms as I passed him and back into my room, slamming the door behind me.

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We avoided each other for days, not looking or speaking to each other, only sparing glances as we passed in the hallways or when we’d cross paths in the library. We made it a point to stay at least fifty feet away from each other at all times. 

Uncle Dean hated it, always having to tip toe around us as if we were landmines. One wrong move and the whole place would be blown to holy hell. 

“You two need to make up.” he said, eyeing me from across the table of the library, his feet kicked up onto the table with a beer in his hand. “I hate this whole silent treatment thing. And for the first time, it doesn’t include me!”

“I’m not apologizing,” I said, flipping through the book in front of me. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Really?” he said, raising an eyebrow at me. 

I clenched my jaw, looking up at him, “what? You think this is all on me? Did you miss the part where he told me I couldn’t shoot a damn target if it slapped me in the face?”

“He didn’t say that-”

“Close enough,“ I said, shaking my head. “So are you on his side or something? Shocker.”

“I’m not on anyone’s side, so you better watch that mouth of yours.” He said, sternly, pointing to me with his beer. “You’re both in the wrong, alright? He shouldn’t have blown up on you, but you shouldn’t have pushed him over the edge.”

“I just want to hunt, why does that make me the bad guy?”

“It doesn’t, it just...your dad loves you. You know that right? He loves you more than life itself and he doesn’t want to lose you. That’s why he’s so strict about hunting. Your dad and I, we’ve seen each other die more times than I can count. I don’t know what he’d do if you got hurt.” he said, shaking his head at just the thought of it. “And your mom...that was her one wish. She didn’t want you dragged into this life. Your dad panicked when you said you were leaving. Nearly scared him half to death that he didn’t know what to do.”

I played with the pages of the book, flipping them with my fingers. “I never wanted to upset him. It’s just that...seeing you guys and what you do...you’ve saved the world, and I- I want to be a part of that. I don’t want to sit on the sidelines anymore. I didn’t mean to scare him.”

“Then tell him that.” Uncle Dean said. “You can’t avoid him forever.”

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“Knock knock,” I said, tapping on the doorframe of the control room where dad was working on a computer. “What are you doing? We’ve never used this thing.”

He seemed slightly shocked we were suddenly on talking terms. However, he didn’t hesitate as he knocked a fist on the ancient device. “Thought we could fix her up, maybe use it for security.”

I nodded, leaning against the wall as he went back to working. I tossed around all the things I wanted to say, but before I could, he spoke up first.

“Did you know, when you were probably four or five you tried running away?”

I sat confused, racking my memory. “No.”

He laughed lightly, smirking at the long ago thought. “Yeah...I told you that you couldn’t have gummy worms for dinner. You wouldn’t stop fighting me on it, so I sent you to your room. You know what you did? You packed a bag.” he laughed, “full of things you had in your room- your stuffed animals, your little toy guitar Dean had gotten you, some coloring books. You were ready to move out.”

I smiled slightly, times haven’t changed much, I guess. “Then what happened?”

“You left the bunker without me even knowing. Went through the garage and everything. God, I was worried sick.” he shook his head as he looked up at me, his eyes sad. “I thought I’d lost you...one minute you were there and the next-”

He stopped, his eyebrows cinched together. I bit the inside of my lip, unable to imagine how scared he was. 

“We searched this whole place for you, from top to bottom we searched. Even uncle Bobby and uncle Cas helped. We were all so worried...Then, I took the Impala out, drove to your favorite park-”

“The one with the twisty slide?”

He smiled, nodding. “The one with the twisty slide...and sure enough, there you were. Sitting in the rocks. You looked so sad, your pockets were stuffed full of dandelions we were finding them in the washer for weeks. You had the biggest tears on your cheeks. But, Jesus I had never been so happy to see those tears.”

My heart broke as he recalled that day, the way his voice wavered as he talked about the fear that coursed through his veins. The relief he’d felt when he’d found me.

“That’s what I thought about the other night when you wanted to leave.” He lifted his sad eyes up to mine. “You had your bag, but this time, you didn’t have your stuffed animals or your coloring books...that heavy bag full of guns and holy water and salt. In my eyes you were still that same four year old kid who tried to leave. And I- I never wanted to feel that again. Never wanted to worry whether or not you were alive while you were gone.”

I swallowed past the large lump in my throat. “I’m sorry I scared you. I didn’t want to hurt you, I was just, mad, I guess. I’ve always hated not being able to help you guys...to be forced to just watch while you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. I just want to be able to help carry some of the load.”

We sat silently for a while, dad examining the tools that were next to him. “I know, and, I should’ve never yelled at you like I did. I want to protect you, but I know that I can’t be around forever...that you need to learn how to protect yourself.”

I squinted my eyes in confusion, not wanting to get my hopes up for what I thought he was going to tell me. “What do you mean?”

“I mean...” he sighed, “I want you to learn how to fight better. How to shoot a gun, but no hunting yet. Not until you’re ready-”

“That works for me,” I beamed, throwing my arms around him. He rubbed a hand up my back. “Thank you.”

When we pulled away, he smiled. “You know, you’re right. You’re not a kid anymore, are you?”

“No, but...I’ll always be your kid.” I laughed as I hugged him again.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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[supernatural----imagines]

Dean stood in the doorway of your room at the bunker. He hadn’t touched anything since the day that you had left, and he made sure that no one else had either. It had been three weeks since he last saw you. Dean had planned to tell you everything- how much he cared for you, how he couldn’t go a day without you- but you were gone before he could get a word out. It killed him inside knowing that you were stuck in that desolate universe with Lucifer. He hadn’t slept properly in weeks, and Dean didn’t plan on sleeping until you were safe in his arms again. “Dean,” Sam called out, standing at the front of the hallway. “We’ll get her back.” Dean took one last look in your room before closing the door. “Yeah, we will. I don’t care if I have to bend heaven and hell, I’m going to bring Y/N back home.” With that, Dean walked past Sam, more determined then ever to see you again.

[winchester-writes]

*Imagine Dean thinking you need help learning how to fight so he offers to “fight” with you and tells you he’ll “go easy on you” and you totally kick his ass*

“I need to what?” You stood on the other side of the room facing Dean, your arms crossing over your chest.

“It’s nothing against you babe, but I just think that maybe you could work a little on your fighting skills. How about after lunch you and I can go into the training room and we can practice?” Dean suggested turning his back to you and walking towards your shared bedroom to change his clothes for your “practice session.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Dude admit it, your girlfriend totally kicked your ass!” Sam sat at the desk behind Dean laughing until he couldn't breathe anymore.

Dean closed his eyes and brought his hand up to his head, you really slammed him on the ground harder than he realized, “No she didn’t, I told her I’d go easy on her and that’s what I did.”

“Sure Dean, whatever you say,” You walked into the library after taking your shower, “There she is! Good job at kicking Dean’s ass Y/N. Takes a lot of strength to do that.”

“She didn’t kick my ass!”

You gave Sam a quick wink and then made your way over to Dean, “Of course I didn’t sweetie. Now let’s go get some ice for your head, a knot is starting to form.”

Dean grumbled something under his breath as you got him up out of his seat to head towards the kitchen. Sam was trying his hardest to keep his smile hidden and his giggles under control as the both of you walked past. When you reached where Sam was sitting you held your hand out behind your back and you both gave each other a quick secret high five. That’ll teach Dean to tell you that you need practice with fighting. 

[imagining-potter]

Arguing- Dean Winchester imagine

Request: Can you do one where the reader and dean are arguing and he lets it slip that he loves her and storms off but she follows him and tells him she feels the same and it's all fluffy and cute?

**Warning: more swearing than usual**

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“Dean!” I was absolutely fuming. “Get back here and look at me!” Dean slammed the motel door in my face, but I caught it and shoved it back open.

“I don’t see why you’re so damn worked up about this! I saved your life.”

“You did no such thing! I had it where I wanted it.” I referenced the demon as it was only inches away from the devil’s trap.

“Oh yeah, you against the wall and it not even in the devil’s trap at all. Good fucking job.” Dean’s words dripped with sarcasm. I took my shoe off my foot and threw it at his head. He of course dodged it efficiently.

“I was going to get information on that son of a bitch Crowley! You ruined my chance.” I shouted, throwing my other shoe at him. It his his shoulder because he had his back turned. He glared daggers at me.

“The demon was going to kill you. You were suffocating, Y/N!” Dean fired back. I scoffed loudly.

“In the process telling me all the fucking information we needed.”

“He was probably lying! That’s what demons do, Y/N. Lie!” Dean’s face was red with anger.

“It would have been worth it if it was true!” As soon as I said this, Dean never looked so furious.

“Nothing is worth losing someone I love.” He finished. Both of us froze. Dean looked away from me, grabbing his wallet from the counter. “I’m going for a drink. Don’t follow me.” He mumbled, pushing past me without another glance. I stared after him. Affection did not come out of Dean easily. I mean, it was obvious he loved Sam, but he never actually said it. But hearing it about me, that set me into spirals. He told me not to follow him. So what did I do?

“Dean, wait!” He was nearly to the crosswalk in front of the motel. The bar’s neon signs blinked in the dark across the street. His body whipped around, nearly tripping on his own feet.

“I said don’t follow me!” He scowled. I walked up to him anyways, grabbing the material of his shirt and holding him in place.

“You said...you said you loved me.” I breathed, searching his face.

“I only said it because I’ve seen enough people die already and-” He started. I shook my head, laughing humorlessly.

“No no. You never say you love someone. Not even Sammy. But you said it to me. This is different.” I stare at him harder. Dean holds his composure, staring me down. I’m not looking away until he explains. His eyes look like they’re watering. He let out a deep breath.

“You’re right. I really do love you, Y/N. You’re one of the best hunters I know. You are always there to help. Hell, you put up with both mine and Sammy’s shit all the time. I don’t know of anyone else who does that. Anyone alive, anyways.” His eyes were watering. I wanted to pull him into a hug. So I did. His breath hitched, but he wrapped his arms around my whole body, holding me there. I let him breathe it out. Dean wasn’t one to cry, so it was more of a breath-it-out kind of thing.

“You’re alright, though, aren’t you?” Dean whispered in my ear. I nodded, smiling as I held him at arm’s length.

“I’ve been suffocated before. No biggie.” I teased. Dean shook his head.

“Don’t say that. I’m not sure what I would do if I lost you to a demon.” He admitted, rubbing my back up and down. I kissed his cheek.

“It’s alright. Now, let’s go get that drink. You buy.” I laughed, taking his hand in mine.

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Thanks for requesting :)

[supernaturalwritingbunker]

Apple Pie Life-Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean is finally living the life he’s always dreamed of. He has a wonderful wife, a baby and a great job...But was that the truth?

Warnings: Fluff, Slight Angst, Paranormal Influence, Language, Daddy!Dean.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 2370

Tag List: @elskinner45​ @you-a-southpaw-doll​ 

A/N: First Story on This Blog! I hope you all enjoy! To be tagged in Dean One shots, Message me, comment or submit an ask!

Dean’s P.O.V. ~ 2010, Lawrence, Kansas

Humming the words to Simple Man by Lynyrd Skynyrd, I slowly climb out of Baby, my 1967 Chevy Impala, passed down to me from my dad when I got married to Y/N four years ago, after we’d been dating and engaged for a little over a year. Mom and dad were so happy when I finally settled down. Sammy had been off at Stanford for a couple years, and getting close with his own girl, Jess, when I met Y/N.

She and I had hit it off the moment she walked into my mechanic shop, trying her best not to freak out about the fact that her car had pretty much just died on her. Since it was a newer car, a 2003 Honda Civic, I wasn’t entirely sure I’d know what to do to fix it. My specialty lies in fixing up classic cars, always has been, ever since I was old enough to help my dad work on Baby.

At the time Y/N walked into my shop, I’d only recently been learning how to work on the newer style cars. Despite my hesitancy at being able to fix her car, the look on her face, the distraught, the panic...it just tugged at something inside me, and I knew I’d do whatever it took to fix her car for her. 

Only, I wasn’t able to. The car was beyond repair. Even my adopted Uncle Bobby couldn’t fix it, and he can fix almost anything. So, after he and I towed Y/N’s car to his salvage yard, and I made it back to my shop, I offered Y/N a ride to wherever it was she needed to go in town. It was a quick trip to the diner to get her some to-go food before I dropped her off at one of the town’s motels.

That was when I learned she was new in town. That she had just moved here from a small town in the New England area. Just before she got out of the Impala, since Dad let me drive it today, I gave Y/N my number and told her to give me a call tomorrow, and I’d take her up to Uncle Bobby’s salvage yard and see if we could find her a new car that would actually work. 

It didn’t take long after finding her a new car, a 69 Dodge Charger, that Uncle Bobby had on the back part of his lot, that Y/N and I started dating. Six months after we got together, I popped the question, to which she said yes, and not even six months after that, a year to the day we met, Y/N and got married in a small, intimate ceremony. 

She and I moved into this cute little, 4 bedroom, 2 bath farmhouse with a yard big enough for our two Golden Retrievers, Zep and Cash, and our bluetick hound, Lenny. We wanted a place big enough for if our family, well mom, dad, Sammy and Jess, came over and stayed the night or something. And, we also wanted it to be big enough for when we started to grow our own family.

When we first moved in, there wasn’t a fence around our yard, but after a weekend and some help from dad and Uncle Bobby, I had one up, and could let the dogs run around freely. As I close the driver’s door, and step away from Baby, Lenny comes running over from his spot on the porch, and jumps up, putting his front paws against my chest.

I laugh as I pet him. “Hi, boy! I missed you too!”

He barks happily, his tail wagging. I chuckle and gently push him off me and keep walking to the porch. Lenny bounds along behind me, happy that I’m home. I pet his head again before opening the front door, kicking my boots off, and stepping inside.

“Honey? I’m home!” I call, setting my keys on the hook by the door.

“In the kitchen!” I hear my wife call out.

I smile to myself. My wife. After four years of being married, the thought of being married to Y/N still has me grinning like a fool. I pad across the hardwood floor in my grey socks, making my way to the kitchen. Pausing in the doorway, and leaning against the frame, I tuck my hands in my pockets and smile even more at the sight in front of me.

Y/N dances in the kitchen, our little girl, MaryJo in her arms, as she sings our song and bakes something. My stomach growls as the smell of an apple pie in the oven wafts across the room to me. I smile and push myself up off the door frame before walking over to my little family. I place a kiss on Y/N’s cheek, making her jump a little but giggle as she smiles up at me. 

“How was work, sweetie?” She asks, moving MaryJo slightly.

I smile as I lean down to kiss our four month old daughter’s head, earning a giggle in response. I lean against the counter, and look at my beautiful wife, taking in the sight of her in my shirt. 

“It was good. Extra slow so I was just fixing a car from Bobby’s salvage yard.” I say, grinning.

She giggles. “Is that why you look like you went four rounds with an oil bucket and it won?”

I laugh and look down at my oil stained t-shirt. “I suppose so, baby. You know those old things are covered in so much dirt, grime, and Chuck knows what else.”

She giggles. “That’s fair. Mine definitely was.”

“Mmm. She was. But she’s all clean, and running smoothly now!”

“Thanks to my amazing husband.” She whispers, leaning up to kiss me softly.

I grin as she pulls away. “Mm. Your amazing husband? Hmm. He sounds like a pretty cool dude.”

“Oh, he is! And he’s a sweetheart and an even better father.”

I smile. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah! See, our daughter, she just loves him to pieces, and has him wrapped around her finger.”

Chuckling, I sneak a glance down at MaryJo, and wink when I see her staring up at me with an adorable, gum-filled smile. She squeals and wiggles in her mama’s arms, making her laugh softly and rub her cheek with my thumb.

“Well, it’s a good thing her daddy loves her to pieces too.” I say, looking back at my wife.

Y/N giggles and nods. I smile and watch her cook. 

“How was your day? You girls do anything fun?” I ask.

“Oh, definitely! Let’s see...we napped...mommy did some work while MaryJo napped again after lunch. Um...oh, she got a bath. Then we snuggled and watched Ice Age. After another nap for Princess, and more work for mommy, we decided to bake a pie for when daddy got home.”

I smile. “Sounds like an amazing day! Work’s still letting you work from home? Not still pressuring you to get back to the office?”

Y/N smiles and shakes her head. “Nope! Luckily I can still do whatever I need to from the house. Although, I have to go in one day next week, to turn in the case files I have here and pick up some new ones.”

“Sounds like a plan, baby. Let me know, and I’ll take the day off from the shop, and stay home with our Princess here.”

She smiles up at me. “Maybe Wednesday?”

“Sounds good to me, baby.” I smile, leaning down to kiss her head. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up and come help you finish cooking, yeah?”

“Go get cleaned up, but don’t worry about helping. Dinner’s almost done. And it’s a surprise.”

I chuckle. “Yes, ma’am!”

I give her another gentle kiss before bending down and kissing my little girl’s head, getting another giggle as I do. I smile and make my way out of the kitchen as the front door opens, causing me to look up. 

“Sammy? What are you doing here, brother? I thought you weren’t due to come into town for another couple weeks.” I say, confused, as my younger brother steps inside, looking a little panicked.

“Dean!” He exclaims, rushing over to me, and pulling me into his arms. “C’mon, man. We gotta get you outta here!”

I push him back a little, even more confused. “What do you mean, Sam? I just got home? And Y/N’s cooking dinner.”

“Y/N’s here? Dean! It’s a trap. It’s not real!”

I glare at my brother. “My wife and daughter are real, Sam! They’re just as real as you and I! And so is mom, dad, and Jess!”

Sam sighs. “Dean. Mom died when you were 4. Jess died while I was still at Stanford, right after dad went missing. That’s why I got back into hunting. And, dad...Dean, sold his soul to Yellow Eyes to save you after the car wreck. You know this. Now, c’mon. We gotta get you outta here before the Djinn comes back.”

I stare at my brother like he’s grown a second head.

Suddenly, everything goes black for a second as I blink and when I open my eyes again, I’m no longer in the farmhouse with Y/N and my daughter. Instead, I’m in an old warehouse, leaning against Sam.

“Sam?” I croak out, my throat dry.

“I’ve got you, Dean. Don’t worry. We’re gonna get you outta here. We gotta hurry. The Djinn’s gonna come back soon though.” My brother replies, holding me up.

At the sound of a growl, he and I both look. A Djinn comes running at us. I pull away from Sam, knowing that neither of us will be able to properly fight with my leaning against him. It doesn’t take long for us to destroy the Djinn, even with my weakened, still slightly drugged state. Sam helps me back to the Impala.

For once, I don’t oppose and argue as Sam holds his hand out for the keys. I toss them to him and slide into the passenger side of Baby. Sam gets in and cranks the engine.

“Burgers before we go back to the hotel?” Sam asks.

“No.” I mumble.

“No? Dean? Are you okay? Passing up a burger.”

“No. I need to see Y/N first. I have to tell her something.”

Sam nods. “Alright. Well, she’s at the motel room, waiting. So, we’ll get burgers and go back there.”

I nod and look out the window. Everything that happened while I was in the dream state from the Djinn’s poison floats through my head. And, I want something that every Hunter wants but rarely gets. A family. A shot at a normal life. And, I want it with Y/N. Even though I’ve been denying myself that for the last first years since I came across her on a hunt, I still want it.

And after that dream, the one that felt like reality, I want it even more. There’s no more denying, no more hiding, no more lying about the way I feel about Y/N. And I have to tell her. By the time Sam makes it back to the motel room, I’ve scarfed down one of the four burgers he got for me, and start feeling like myself again.

The moment he parks Baby, I’m out of the car and rushing into the motel. I bust into the room so quickly that Y/N nearly falls off the bed from jumping sky high. Hurrying over to her, I help her get steady on the bed again as I kneel in front of her. Taking her hands in mine, I look up at her.

“I’ve tried denying it. Tried hiding it. Tried lying about it. But I can’t do it anymore.” I start.

She looks at me confused. “Dean? What’s going on? Are you ok?”

I nod. “I will be. I just gotta tell you something.”

“Okay?”

I take a deep breath. “I love you, Y/N. And, I know this life, being a Hunter, ain’t exactly the easiest one to live when you love something. But, something happened and I realized I couldn’t fight it anymore. I had to tell you. Had to at least try. I love you. And, I want a shot at normal, or at least as normal as we can get. You. Me. A kid. Or four. I don’t care. I just want you. By my side. I got a brief taste of it, even if it wasn’t real and I crave it.”

Y/N’s eyes go wide and she opens and closes her mouth a few times. “You...you love me? THE Dean Winchester loves me?”

I nod, not taking my eyes off her as I swallow deeply. “I do. And I want the Apple Pie Life with you, Y/N.”

 Before I can get another word out, to tell her that it’s okay if she doesn’t want to say it now, or ever, she pulls her hands from mine and cups my cheeks and leans forward, pressing her lips to mine. I smile into the kiss and lean up towards her a little more, deepening it just a little, putting all of  my no longer hidden or denied love into it. 

As we kiss, something I’ve never felt before, a shock of purely happy energy courses through my body. When we slowly pull back, she rests her forehead against mine, keeping her hands on my cheeks.

“It’s ‘bout damn time you said that, Winchester. Only took you four years.” She whispers. “I was beginning to give up on ever hearing you say that, and the chance for me to say it back.”

“Say it back?” I whisper.

She giggles. “Such a bull-headed man sometimes, Winchester. Yes. Say it back. I love you too.”

I grin from ear to ear and kiss her again. Pie has always been my favorite thing in life, and I want the Apple Pie Life. I need it. And, I need the Apple Pie Life with Y/N.

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Not ready to be a dad (Dean imagine)

I may have sent this one before and I apologize if I did and missed it or if you didn’t wanna write it. But a one shot where the reader and Dean are together he keeps coming back to the bunker from the bar drunk and keeps pushing you away more and more finally you get fed up one night ask him why he hates you if he’s cheating etc, he gets angry you tell him it’s gotta stop your pregnant he gets mad leaves Sam and/or Cas wake up and hear everything go talk some sense into him, sorry if too much

i wrote this kind of differently, i didnt read the request properly before i started writing, but pretty much everything the same happens. Hope you like it x 

You were sitting in an arm chair in the library of the bunker, waiting for your boyfriend of 6 years, Dean to come home. You rested your hand on your pregnant belly, and lightly stroked your small bump. Every night for almost as soon as you found out you were pregnant, Dean would stay out late, not come home for all hours, getting drunk and not texting or calling you.You hated it. You couldn’t sleep without knowing he was home or safe. When he was away on hunts without you, he would call and you would have 30 second conversations. He was acting extremely distant. You where staring at the door, waiting for it to open when Sam tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around, and his face was full of pity for you, which you hated. Although you appreciated his concern. “Y/n, you need rest. I will make sure he comes home” Sam said to you. You stayed in your seat. “It’s ok, I’ve got it” Sam insisted that you went to bed so you did. You ploded down the hall way and into your room. You sat down on the edge of the bed and looked up at the wall at a picture of you, Dean, Sam and Bobby. Dean had his arms wrapped around You, you were looking up at him giggling, Bobby had Sam in a headlock, pretending to give him a nuggie, it was a really fun picture. Dean used to treat you like a princess, he made sure you were always happy, health and safe. He spoiled you and he was literally the world’s best boyfriend, until you became pregnant. You would think he would become over cautious and more protective once you were pregnant but it was quite the opposite. A tear trickled down your cheek thinking about the memories and how happy you were. You leaned against the bed post and sighed “Oh Cas” you cried “Please, come down. I really need you right now” You prayed to Castiel, your Angel friend. Castiel and you were always close, and although he wasn’t good at talking to people, he always knew when you were upset and he tried his best to comfort you. Castiel arrived at your side in no time. He was beside you on the bed and noticed your crying right away. He rubbed your back in an attempt to comfort you, and you leant your head into his chest. “What’s happened?” He asked “Dean, is a dick, that’s what. Cas, could you please go and find him and bring him home?” Cas cuddled you in and made sure you were ok before leaving. He came back to your room about 5 minutes later and told you Dean was in the kitchen. You walked in to see him propping him self up against a counter, as he was too drunk to stand by himself “Dean, where the hell have you been?” You asked, although the answer was obvious. “Out” he replied “Oh, just out?”  “Yes. I was at a bar”  “Oh well I hope you had a hell of a good time” “I did, thanks” he smugly answered you. “Dean this has to stop!” You yelled “Why?” “Because Dean I’m fucking carrying your baby, and your going out drinking at the local bars, getting plastered every night!” You yelled “What’s happened to you Dean? Do you not love me anymore?” You asked in a calmer, more upset rather than angry tone. “I do, but is a man not allowed to go drinking in the local pub anymore?” “Of course you can Dean but not every fucking night with out a word if when you’ll be back” you shouted. He pushed passed you and went into his room. You put your head in your hands and stood there until Sam and Cas came up to you. “Y/n, you can have my bed. I’ll take the couch” Sam offered. You managed to pull a half smile and throw it his way as a thank you. Castiel walked you to the room and made sure you were settled in.  “Pray if you need me” he said to you “I will. Bye Cas” you whispered, worried that if you spoke loudly you would just end up screaming, because that’s exactly what you felt like doing. Your rolled over in the bed and cried into the pillow. You must have cried your self to sleep as you awoke the next morning to Dean calling your name. The calls got quieter and quieter as he walked down the hall. You opened the door and quietly left the room. You strolled down the hall way and stopped when you heard Sam talking about you to Dean.  “Hey Sam, where’s y/n?” You heard Dean ask Sam from the kitchen. “She’s in my bed” Sam replied, with a hint of anger and annoyance in his voice “Why?” “Why Dean? You seriously don’t know why she didn’t want to sleep in the same bed as you last night?” Sam said raising his voice “No I don’t know” “It because you’re a jackass Dean! Your girlfriend is pregnant and you can’t spend longer than 20 minutes with her” “Oh, come on” Dean scoffed “Dean, you have been out every night for the past couple of months. Do you know what that does to her?” “I go out for a couple of drinks, she’s over reacting. Why do you care so bad?” “I care because she’s practically my sister in law Dean! I love her like a sister and me, or Cas don’t like seeing her upset” Sam shouted “Cas?” “Dean how drunk were you last night? Cas brought you home. In fact every night when you go out and don’t come home for all hours, with out so much as a phone call, it’s me and Castiel who have to sit here and comfort your crying girlfriend. Dean she thinks you hate her! Do you know how many times I have had to stop her from leaving you? Do you know how many times Cas and I have sat here telling her you are a good guy? Next time using think I’ll not convince her because she deserves better than a selfish bastard who can’t look after his pregnant girlfriend!” He ranted “Sam…I had no idea”  “Well you better go find her and try and fix things before she leaves. For good.” Dean stormed out of the kitchen, and found you standing in the hallway listening. “Did you hear all that?” Dean asked. You nodded “Is it true?” You nodded again. He took a step closer to you, and pulled you in close to him. You were still pissed and you tried to stand your ground and not hug him back, but you missed him so damn much. “Y/n. I love you, more than anything in this world” Dean started “I never meant to make you feel like I hate you, it’s just, I’m not ready for a kid”  “Dean I get that. Honestly I am not ready either, but making me feel like shit isn’t the way to cope with this” “I am so sorry, I guess It took Sam to shout at me to realize what an absolute dick I have been. Baby, I feel horrible for treating you like this”. He kissed the top of your head and out his hand on your belly “I’m going to be here for both if you, starting now”  You pushed him back, he looked at you confused “Dean, it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than a hug for me to forgive you. You can pray for Cas get him down here, and apologize to him and your brother. Also, thank them for taking care of your sobbing mess of a girlfriend” Dean put hi head down, looks at his feet and shook his head. He looked up at you and clenched his jaw. He looked like he was tearing up “I just, can’t believe I had you in tears nearly every night. I am supposed to make you laugh and comfort you when you cry not abandon you when you need me most” he grabbed your hand and kissed it. Then looked into your eyes as a tear fell down his face. You lifted your hand up and grazed your thumb against his cheek wiping the tear away. “I love you, I won’t ever, ever treat you like that again” he said “You better not” you smiled. He pulled you in close to him and gave you a big cuddle. He went down on to his knees, face to face with your small bump. “You too little guy” he smiled.

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Requests Are Open!

Requests are Open for:

Dean

Sam

Jensen

Jared

Exceptions:

I’m sorry but i do not feel comfortable with writing M/M!

If you are requesting for Jensen and Jared, there will be no cheating on their wives with our readers. In our One Shots or Series, it will either take place before they met, they’re just friends, or they’re divorced. I don’t want any slander or to ‘dirty’ their marriage. I know they’d never read these but I am not comfortable with it.

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Underworld

*not my gif

Pairing: SamXmale!reader

Disclaimers: cursing maybe?

A/N: this is the hottest gif I’ve ever seen shiitttt

Word Count: 1,019

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“Remember when you said it couldn’t get any worse?” Dean groaned, trying to loosen the numerous zip ties around his wrists behind his back. He shot a glance to Sam and Y/N who were in the same situation, desperately picking at the plastic until their fingers bled with nothing to show for it. “It got worse.”

Sam rolled his eyes, panting as he tried to break free from the restraints. “We don’t have time to point fingers, we have to get out of here before-”

It was as if a bomb had gone off, the metal door in front of them flying inward, the hinges blasted off the doorframe. The door flew past them and came dangerously close to taking off Y/N’s head. Sam‘s heart nearly flying out of his body as he instinctively reached for him to make sure he was okay.

A woman now stood in the doorway where the door had just been not ten seconds ago. Her skin seemed to glow under the fluorescent lights above her, every inch of her veins running up and down her arms were prominent, the blue streaks of the only sign of a once-living body.

Her black hair was cut straight across at her shoulders, parted down the middle, she looked more like a CEO than one of the most ruthless demons any of them had ever come across.

“Winchester,” she said, looking to Dean, her black eyes clicking to life. Her voice was icier than her stare and could send chills down the spine of even the worst. However, she stood very still and very calm as if not to startle them. Her head slowly turned to Sam, “Winchester.” 

Finally, her eyes rested on Y/N, making her crinkle her meticulously plucked brows together. She squinted as if it would help her to recognize who he was. “And who are you?”

“Who’s asking?” Y/N said, even though he was shaking in his worn out boots. He held her stare, challenging her.

She clicked her tongue as she slowly made her way toward Y/N, squatting down to meet him at eye level. She dragged her long stiletto nails up from the base of his throat, tracing his features before digging the tip of her nail into the spot just beneath his eye. Y/N groaned in pain, making Sam nearly break his restraints. “Don’t hurt him!”

Mickey’s eyes shifted to Sam before bouncing back to Y/N, “Interesting.” she smiled, her red stained lips pulling back to reveal a large set of blood stained teeth. “The name’s Mictecacihuatl. Or Mickey, for short.”

Dean snorted from his spot on the floor, “Your named after a Disney character-”

Before any of them could even blink, Mickey was in front of Dean, her hand enclosed around his neck as she squeezed, “Mictecacihuatl. As in goddess of death, asshole.”

“Goddess of death?” Sam questioned, mainly to himself as he thought through all of the lore he’d read about when it popped into his head. “You mean, you’re- you’re the ruler of Mictlan?”

Y/N and Dean exchanged confused glances as Mickey stood again. “What do you know about Mictlan?”

“Well, in the Aztec culture, it’s the underworld. Nearly everybody who died would go- and there were nine levels...all of which took nine years to complete in order to get to their final resting places.”

Mickey would‘ve been lying if she weren’t slightly impressed. Y/N silently praised the long hours his boyfriend had spent reading, “What do you want with us anyway?”

“You know somebody I’m trying to find.” she began, pacing the floor in front of them. “The Winchesters...and the youngest Winchester’s friend, I suppose, were a last resort.”

“We don’t know any of your people-”

“Does the name Asmodeus ring a bell?” 

Sam, Dean and Y/N froze. The last they’d seen of Asmodeus was when Donatello had decided to go dark side.

Mickey smiled, a grotesque smile that made everyone’s toes curl. “So it does, huh? Figured...my husband was never one to keep things on the D.L.“

“Wait a second,” Y/N said, “Asmodeus is...your husband?”

Mickey sighed, bringing her arms across her chest. “Asmodeus’ real name is Mictlantecuhtli. He was the King of the Aztec underworld, but he- he’s gone rogue. And, Asmodeus was the perfect disguise to get himself into Hell. The real Asmodeus is locked up somewhere in who knows where.”

“So what does he plan on getting out of riding around as Asmodeus?” Sam asked, not even going to try to pronounce her husband’s name.

“I guess the underworld wasn’t enough for him...he’s becoming weaker every day. Less and less people are beginning to believe in Aztec mythology- once they forget, we all disappear. He thinks that if he’s Asmodeus, and reeks havoc on your world, it’ll keep him alive.”

“And what exactly do you want us to do, huh? Gank the son of a bitch?” Dean asked, confused. This is was this guy’s wife they were talking to, wouldn’t she be on his side?

“Ideally, yes.” she said, nodding. “But as Asmodeus, Mictlantecuhtli is very powerful. It’s like he’s...he’s recharge, or something. But there’s one way I know how to stop him. But I can’t do it without you.”

“Wait, let me get this straight,“ Y/N said, beyond confused. “Your man, King of the Aztec underworld is dying, I mean- you’re all dying, right? And you- want to kill him? Aren’t you his wife, shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, his sidekick or something?”

Mickey snarled slightly, sauntering toward him. “Let me get a few things straight.” She said, getting closer and closer to him. “He is not my man, anymore. And I’m nobody’s sidekick. I want Mictlantecuhtli dead, do you understand? That way, he’s dead, seven billion people continue on with their cookie cutter lives, and I become Queen. Got it? Now you’ll either help me, or I’ll sit back and watch your little, insignificant planet burn to ashes.”

She stood from her spot, back to the middle where she could see the three of them, her arms folded over her chest. “Now. Are you going to help me, or not?”

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Cas Dancing

         We just sat there on the grass looking up, just watching the clouds go by. His vibrant blue eyes just looked at the fluffy white clouds going overhead. His deep yet soft voice rang in my ears. “Did you know that these things you call clouds look much better from down here than up from in heaven?” Giggling “No, but I do now.” I spoke as I pulled out my phone and headphones as I began to listen to I’m Happy Just To Dance With You by The Beatles. Looking over at the angel, “Here, put this in your ear” The sweet angel did as he was told but without commenting. “Won’t this hurt? Dean says that the only kind of good music comes from tapes and records, not electronics.” “Will you just do it… for me?” I pleaded giving him my best impression of Sam’s puppy dog eyes. He sighed and put the headphone in, I pressed the play button. The sweet sound of The Beatles rang through my ear, I glanced over at him. His confused yet happy expression was so adorable it made me smile.

“Do you dance?” He spoke.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Would you like to?”

      “Yeah, why not.” He stood above me, creating a shadow, extending his hand down to me to grab. I grabbed his hand, he pulled me up to his chest. I looked up into his sapphire eyes. I felt the heat bubble up on my cheeks as they turned a bright red. I’m so glad he can’t read human emotions well, as a smile spread across my lips.

      As we stared at each other, the songs became a distance noise and our surroundings became fuzzy. The only thing that had my attention were those baby blue eyes of that dark-haired angel. He snaked his arms around my lower back locking his hands together. I put my arms around the base of his neck locking them into place. We never broke eye contact. We slowly swayed back and forth to the beat of The Beatles. It was just perfect, some peace in-between the war against the evil. We must have been there for hours just swaying and listening to The Beatles. We danced to songs like Hey Jude, Let It Be, and All You Need Is Love. When Hey Jude came on again for the third time, towards the end of the song. He spun me around, he spun me out all the way to the end of his arm then back in, he wrapped his arms around my waist. My back against his chest, I could feel his heartbeat through his chest. His warm breath tickled my neck, I felt my smile get bigger if that was even possible. He spun me around in his arms to face him, I felt him lean down and his lips were centimeters from mine….when you heard Dean, your oldest brother, shouted.

“Hey! What are you guys doing?” seeing how close you two were. You just continued to stare into the angel’s blue eyes that shown of disappointment.

“Nothing. Why?” You shouted back to Dean but you never looked away from Cas.

“Well me and Sammy were going on a supply run and wanted to know if you needed anything.” You broke eye contact with Cas and turned to face Dean.

 “No, not that I can think of, but could you get something else to drink besides beer.” 

    “Yeah, sure.” Dean’s voice sounded as if he was still shocked at how close you and Cas were to be kissing. Dean’s mind started to think of all the things his baby sister and best friend would do together, he shook all those thoughts and walked away. Cas was still staring at you, as you turned your hair hit his face as the smell of green apple captured Cas out of his thought of how rude Dean was being. He buried his head and face in the corner of your neck, the little stubble he had tickled you. The stubble wasn’t the only thing tickling your neck, the trail of kisses Cas gave you. He was kissing all the way to your lips, where he captured you in a soft, sweet gentle yet still a passionate kiss. He pulled away, leaving you breathless and spoke in his deep voice “I learned that from the pizza man.”

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Supernatural goes to College

Request: Supernatural: What about a one shot where younger Sam (college age) has to go undercover at Y/N’s college and he stays at Y/N’s apartment (being best friends and acting like a couple but neither have confessed their feelings for each other). Though the reader’s friends only thought Sam and Dean were fictional characters and get confused about the readers private hunter relationship with them. I love your work by the way! Thanks! :)

I sat on the sofa with my legs laying across Sammy’s as I read a book on some lore on the thing the boys were hunting. I would usually be very interested in the book but I felt like I was being watched. I peered over the top of the book and my eyes met Sam’s chocolate ones for a brief second. I immediately felt the redness sneak across my cheeks as my lips began to smile. I hid back into the book when there was a knock on the door. I sat up, placing the book on the table and walked over to the door. I saw Dean’s shift of movement as his one hand moved from the pages of the book he was reading to his right hip. I noticed Sam’s movement when I got up, the way his hand reached for his back.

I opened the door and was greeted by a scream, “Y/N!!”

“Hi!!” I screamed back, as a rush of black hair covered my face as Alex jumped into my arms. We hugged, I missed her like a sister I hadn’t seen in years even though it was only a week since the last time I saw her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you had company…” she whispered to me as she noticed Sam and Dean. She leaned closer to me whispering in a lower tone, “hot company.”

I smiled at her and nodded, “Alex this is Dean and Sam Winchester.” I motioned to the boys respectfully. They waved at the mention of their name. I noticed Dean checking Alex out, his eyes traced every curve of her body.

“Wait those are the characters of your favorite book series right?” Alex questioned softly.

“Strange coincidence.” I said, trying to play it off with a forced smile.

Alex pulled me closer speaking softly in my ear, “Y/N, who are these boys? Are they holding you hostage?”

“What?!” I shouted. “God, no! They really are named Dean and Sam Winchester. They are not holding me hostage.”

“Seriously Y/N, how dumb do you think I am?” Alex asked angrily. I noticed out of the corner of my eye the shift in the boys, they were getting awkward around the two of us yelling at each other.

“I’m telling the truth. The books are based on their life!” I shouted out of frustration and limited patience.

I felt my hand rush to cover my mouth. With the realization of what spilled out of my mouth, my eyes stared at Alex waiting for her response.  Alex stood there, mouth ajar then she started laughing.

“Y/N, there are no such things as ghosts or angels or demons. It’s all fake.”

As if on cue, the sound of fluttering wings entered the room. Cas appeared standing in the middle of my living room. In his normal deep stern voice, he spoke, “Dean we need to talk.”

Dean spoke softer than Cas, “Now is not the best time.”, as he motioned towards Alex.

Alex stood gawking at Cas as she spoke softly, “Oh my god, you are not nuts.”

“Alex, why don’t you sit down?” I said gently pushing her towards the couch, where Sam was still sitting. He quickly got up as Alex and I got closer. Alex and I sat down on the couch, Sam was in the kitchen getting Alex a cup of tea. Everyone and everything was silent till the tea rang out, snapping Alex out of her thoughts. Sam sat the tea down on the table in front of Alex. I gave him sympathetic look and soft smile as I mouthed thank you to him. He gave a small smile and nodded his head as he walked back over to Dean. Alex picked up the mug of tea, taking a small sip placing it back on the table as she turned towards me.

“Ghosts?”

“Real.” I said in a monotone voice.

“Vampires? Werewolves?”

“Real and very real.” I spoke as the memory replayed in my head.

“Demons?”

“Real.”

“Angels?”

“You are looking at one.” I said pointing towards Cas.

“This can’t be real.” Alex said standing up as she began to pace in front of me. “This only happens in books, and stupid horror films.”

“Alex, I know this is a lot to take in but please try to understand why I didn’t tell you everything. Why I never gave exact answers to why I was leaving on trips, or why I never mentioned Sam or Dean. I never wanted you to get hurt.”

THIRD PERSON P.O.V.

Sam watched you, he was fascinated by you. By the way, you handled things with Alex or when he first met you during that one hunt years ago. He watched you continue to talk to Alex answering her questions. Alex sat down next to you again but she quickly stood up again speaking.

“That’s…This is just insane Y/N.”

You looked up at Alex from your seat, your eyes pleading as your voice cracked a little, “Alex, please…”

“Y/N, I can’t do this.” Alex said gathering her bag she threw down when she came in.

“Alex wait.” You spoke out of desperation trying to get her to stay with you, standing up. Alex reached the door, stopped only to glance back at you.

“Bye Y/N. Don’t try to find me. Ever.” With that Alex opened the door and walked out. Sam looked over at you, he saw the water cover your eyes making them look like glass. The tension in the room was heavy and Dean did the only thing he could think of to fix the problem, joke about it.

“Well, that could’ve gone better.”

Your eyes narrowed towards Dean and his crock smile. Turning on your heel you felt the tears that were going to fall eventually build up quickly. You made a b-line to your room, slamming the door by accident as you ran in, falling onto your bed letting all the tears fall.

After the bedroom door slammed, Sam turned to Dean.

“Really man?” Sam spoke slightly annoyed with Dean’s remark.

“What?” Dean protested.

“She just lost her best friend then you go and joke about it.” Sam reasoned with his best bitchy face plastered on his features. Sam huffed and turned away from Dean, heading towards your room.

There was a soft knock on your door, you didn’t answer nor get up. You heard the door creak a little as someone opened it, you just kept your face buried in your pillow. The bed sank down next to you, sitting up you buried your face in the crook of the person’s neck. Inhaling their scent of vanilla, wood and slight whiskey you knew it was Sam. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you onto his lap. His fingers ran through your hair, twisting the ends between them.

Sam’s arms pulled you closer to him, he whispered softly into your left ear, “It’s going to be okay Y/N. Don’t worry, you’ll always have me and Dean.”

“Sam…” You whispered pulling yourself away from his neck to face him, “I just lost my best friend, my last normal thing.”

Sam’s brown eyes looked into yours, his expression shown understanding. Being normal was all that Sam ever wanted, to be a normal guy with a girl, a house, and maybe a dog or two. Sam pushed some hair out of your face placing it behind your ear, giving you a weak smile.

“I’ll be your new best friend.” He said smiling. You looked at him and felt your eyes roll a little bit. “Sammy you already are my best friend.”

Sam felt his heart drop a little, you only saw him as a friend he thought. You felt a heart string being plucked as you spoke those woods, how you longed to kiss Sam and tell him how you felt. You felt yourself start to lean in towards Sam, your thoughts couldn’t process fast enough what your body was doing. Your thoughts were lost in those big brown eyes of his, they were always there looking at you not only during the good, happy moments but the weak, sad moments too. Sam was always there for you when you needed him most.

Sam noticed you start to lean in, he longed to feel your lips pressed against. To feel your passion float through the kiss that he had imagined on so many occasions. Your thoughts always wondered what it was like to kiss Sam and now you were going to find out. You were so close, your eyes fluttered closed as your lips brushed against his. Your bedroom door was flung open, making you jump off Sam’s lap landing next to him on your bed. Dean stood in the doorway, looking a little shocked but he quickly got straight to the point.  

His stern voice spoke out, “We got another one.”

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