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iprobablyshipit91 · 2 years ago
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iprobablyshipit91 Fic Recs
So this started as me keeping links of all my favourite Dean Winchester fics that I finally decided to share so others could hopefully find some great stories and the authors would know how much I love their work. It’s kind of grown to a very, very huge list, but I love everyone of these works, they’re amazing and deserve so much love. I hope you find something you love on here 💕
There’s a mix of fluff, angst, smut, au etc. Please make sure you read the warnings for each story on it’s own page.
Beautiful Dividers by @firefly-graphics
Dean Winchester x Reader
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Should I Stay or Should I Go by @daisythekitty
Sweet Dreams by @deanssweetheart23
Slip Up by @deanwritings
Bad Moon Rising by @hintsofhoney
Not the Planned Delivery by @lazydoodlesandfanfic
Unnamed by @lostdreamr-blog1
I’ve Got You by @spnexploration
Broken Ribs Against Fingertips by @the--blackdahlia
Motel Diablo by @waynes-multiverse
Sharing is Caring by @zepskies
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Mini Date by @avanatural
The Talk by @avanatural
And Baby Makes Four by @carryonmywaywardone-shots
Nows the Time by @crashdevlin
Down on Dean by @deanwanddamons
The Prettiest One by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Always You and Me by @deanwinchesterswitch
Bullets and Bands by @deanwinchesterswitch
Capeesh? By @deanwritings
I Ship It by @deanwritings
It’s Okay by @deanwritings
Safe Now by @deanwritings
What We Lost by @deanwritings
Tell Me About… by @impala-dreamer
Glances by @kasimagines
It’s Okay, I Love You by @kasimagines
Poison by @kasimagines
Obeying Temptation by @kittenofdoomage
Sweet Satisfaction by @kittenofdoomage
Nannas Love Sammy by @littlegreenplasticsoldier
Something New by @princessmisery666
Date Night by @princessmisery666
I Would Never Hurt You by @procrastinatorimagines
Frayed Ends by @scuttling
Must be Love on the Brain by @sleepywinchester
Below Freezing by @soaringeag1e
Promises by @supersleepygoat
Friendzoned by @talesmaniac89
Stupid Cupid by @talesmaniac89
Crazy on You by @thoughtslikeaminefield
Different by @watermelonlipstick
Labyrinth by @waynes-multiverse
Love on the Brain by @waynes-multiverse
Gesundheit by @waynes-multiverse
Dark Waters by @wearywinchester
Above Ground by @wearywinchester
I Won’t Say (I’m in Love) by @zepppie
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The Wrong Winchester by @cherry3point14
Good Things by @crashdevlin
Baby Spoon by @deanwanddamons
Rumours by @deanwinchesterswitch
Blind Love by @jawritter
Faded by @kasimagines
Sacrifice by @kasimagines
The Last Call by @kasimagines
To Know You by @littlegreenplasticsoldier
Watch and Learn by @littlegreenplasticsoldier
Can’t Fight This Feeling by @pink-sparkly-witch
Mischief Managed (2) by @sinfulsoulx
A Few Moments of Madness | Last Time? by @smellingofpoetry
Familiar by @spnhunter4life
Dream On by @talesmaniac89
Well, Hello There Stranger by @talesmaniac89
If You Want it to Be by @zepskies
Midnight Espresso | Devour Me by @zepskies
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Clear the Area by Alisha Ashton
Many of Horror by Alisha Ashton
Closing Walls and Ticking Clocks by Alisha Ashton
In the Dark by Alisha Ashton
Comfort by @fangirlingfromdownunder
Baby, We’ve got a Problem by @deanwritings
Night Falls by @deanwritings
Captives of the Court by @impala-dreamer
Carry On by @jawritter
My Saviour by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes
Heart of a Hunter by @muchamusedaboutnothing
The Widow by @pink-sparkly-witch
The One That Got Away by @pink-sparkly-witch
Hold On I’m Coming by @ravengirl94
The Arrangement by @ravengirl94
Long Way Home by @supersleepygoat
Cross my Heart by @smol-and-grumpy
Home to You by @smol-and-grumpy
Collared by @spnexploration
Pack by @spnexploration
Limelight by @talesmaniac89
Charity Heist by @talesmaniac89
The Man in Apartment 43 by @talesmaniac89
Practically Magic by @thelibrarylesstrektraveled
Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 1 by @waywardaardvark79
Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 2 by @waywardaardvark79
Miscommunication by @winchest09
Don’t Say a Word by @winchester-girl67
Never Say Goodbye by @zepskies
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spnexploration · 1 year ago
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Collared part 40
The final one!
Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually finally
Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.
Episode summary: You try sitting
Warnings: None
A/N: You guys!! I can't believe we're at the end! This is my first series and it took me 40 chapters to get there, but we're finally there!
Word count: 1.5k
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Part 39 <-
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Sam watched you staring at the dining table chairs. He’d come up behind you and you hadn’t seemed to notice him yet. He didn’t want to interrupt your moment, but he was worried if he tried to back away you’d hear and it’d make it even more awkward.
You sighed and then started to head to the collection of cushions on the floor.
“You know,” he said gently, trying not to startle you, “you don’t have to start with the hardest thing first.”
“Huh?”
“Chairs seem like they have a lot of baggage. You were literally tortured by the collar when Dean tried to get you to sit on one, and I’m sure there was worse. But what if you start with something that doesn’t have that association?”
“Like what?”
“I dunno, the kitchen bench, the table itself, the top of the step ladder?”
You turned to look at the bench. You seemed to contemplate it for a few moments before heading over to over to it. You ran your hands along it.
“This could work,” you murmured. You turned around, putting the heels of your hand on the edge of the bench. You looked like you were testing your weight on your wrists, deciding whether to lift up. He would offer to lift you, but he had a feeling this was something you’d want to do by yourself.
He turned to the pantry, busying himself so you didn’t feel like he was staring. He heard a noise behind him and had to force himself not to turn around. You didn’t sound hurt, you didn’t need him. You needed privacy.
He gave it a minute or so before he turned back to you. There you were, sitting on the bench. You looked a little apprehensive but not too bad. He smiled at you then continued busying himself getting breakfast ready.
He heard Dean’s footsteps enter the kitchen. “Wa-hey Bambi! You’re airborne again!”
Sam watched your whole face light up at Dean’s joke. It was adorable how you two acted with each other when you weren’t freaking out about the other one’s reactions.
Dean headed over to you, leaning against the bench next to you. Sam took that cue to busy himself again, although he was running out of things to do to get breakfast given he was just getting out cereal. He could still hear the conversation, but at least he didn’t look like he was intruding.
“How you feeling?” Dean asked.
“I mean, it’s not quite comfortable, you know? But it’s not that bad. It’s kinda nice being up high too.”
“Yeah, you almost made it to a sensible height.” Sam could hear Dean’s voice turn to teasing you.
“Oh? Is only your height sensible, is it?”
“Of course!”
“Sam, you got an opinion on that?” you called to him.
Sam turned around, glad he didn’t have to keep pretending he was getting out cutlery. “Hey, hey, I support people of all statures. I’ve never been to jail for a hate crime against little people.”
You looked at Dean, shocked but still smiling.
“Oi! That was not a hate crime!” Dean replied indignantly. “I was trying to tell you that the problem was fairies.”
You giggled. “You fought fairies?”
“Yeah, look, just because things have a cute name doesn’t mean they’re not problematic.”
“And you solved that by going to jail?”
“What? No. Look, whose side are you on?”
“Anyone who’s against you, obviously!” You stuck your tongue out at Dean. The flirting was really reaching fever pitch now, Sam thought.
“Sassy Bambi has come out today, I see.”
“Aww, did Sassy Bambi hurt Ickle Dean’s feelings?”
Sam was very torn. On the one hand, he wanted you two to get together, if that’s what you both wanted. On the other, he didn’t really want to be incredibly awkwardly third-wheeling your first hook-up while holding cereal.
“So, uh, breakfast?” Sam said, holding up the cereal and spoons. You two could recreate the moment. Alone.
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“You ok?” Sam asked Dean quietly when they were alone.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”
“You literally woke me up because you were terrified you’d scared Y/N.”
“Oh, uh, yeah. All good.”
“So we’re not going to have any more ‘Missing woman found in own bedroom’ moments?”
“Shut up, bitch.”
“Just checking...”
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Dean walked in to the library to find you sitting on the table, looking at the phone Sam had gotten you yesterday. “Heya Bambi,” he said.
“Hi Squirrel.”
He raised his eyebrow, fixing you with a glare.
You laughed.
“What you up to?” you asked after a moment, turning the conversation.
“I was thinking of looking for a case. One we, umm, could take you to, but only if you promise to stay in the motel. Or you can stay here, if you want.”
You turned your head on the side, looking quizzically at him. “You have changed, haven’t you?”
“Huh?”
“Maybe I mean ‘you listened’, rather than changed.”
“Sweetheart, you gotta be less pensive if you want the rest of the class to follow you.”
“I just- I’m happy. I said I didn’t want to be treated like I was fragile, and you’re finally not. Well, in your own overprotective way.”
He scratched his neck, awkward. “Umm, yeah. Ok. So, do you wanna help look...?”
“Can we go practice some moves first?”
“If you’re not ready, we can wait.”
“No, I’m ready. I just want to remind myself that I can do this before we do.”
“And getting to hit me reminds you of that, does it?” he said with a smirk.
“Oh, I mean, that’s absolutely a side benefit. Hell, that’s the whole goal some days.”
He put on his best bitch face. You playfully clapped your hand on his chest as you jumped off the table.
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“Is it easier?” Dean asked you.
“Is what easier?”
“Sitting on the bench.” He gestured to where you were perched, watching him cook.
“Umm, I think so. The chair is just...” You trailed off.
“Too much?”
“Yeah.”
“Fair enough.”
Dean kept cooking, not noticing you staring at your fingers.
“Sometimes I worry I won’t ever be normal,” you said quietly.
He turned to you. “Sweetheart, you’ve been sitting on furniture for one day. You’ve been healing and making huge progress.” He reached forward and cupped your cheek. “And yeah, maybe you won’t. Sammy and I have been through some shit and we’re not the same, we’re not normal. But we’re ok.”
“If I’m not normal, how am I going to leave?”
He froze, “Do you- do you want to leave?” He dropped his hand.
“Don’t you want your freedom back? I appreciate you’re willing to take me to a case to stay in a motel, but I’m sure eventually that’ll be annoying or unsuitable.”
“Logistics is not a reason to leave,” he said in a choked voice.
A small smile appeared on your face. He breathed again, a small glimmer of hope igniting within. “Do you... Do you want me to stay?” you asked in a very small voice.
“If you wa-” he started, then noticed your face falling. He steeled himself, if he didn’t take this moment you would be gone forever. “I mean- yes, Bambi, I want you to stay.”
“You’re not just saying that to be nice?”
“I was telling you it was your choice to be nice. What I want...” he moved closer again. “What I want is-”
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Dean span. Fuck, the smoke alarm was going off, he’d burnt dinner. He quickly crossed to the pan, turning off the burner and trying to deal with the mess. He could see you’d jumped off the bench behind him and we’re trying to fan the smoke away, and Sam came running in to help.
Later, when it was over, Sam turned to Dean. “What were you doing? Not like you to be so distracted.”
“I, uh-” Dean started.
“It’s my fault, I was distracting him,” you answered.
Sam smirked. “Well, maybe I’ll leave you two to the clean up then.”
“Yeah, sure, Sammy, we’ll clean it all up. Might be eggs on toast for dinner though.”
Sam nodded and headed out, a grin on his face. Dean didn’t have time to wonder about that as he turned back to find you biting your lip and looking up at him.
“Where were we?” he asked you playfully.
“Well, I was over here,” you said moving towards the bench. Dean reached forward and lifted you up, sitting you on top of the bench. You giggled.
“And I think I was here,” he said, moving closer.
You spread your legs a little and pulled him to stand between them. “I think this is a better place, don’t you?”
“Certainly has some advantages. And as I’ve said before, I like what your newfound bench sitting does for your height.” He reached his hand to cup your face again.
“Oh? Does that present some advantages too?”
“Can certainly think of some uses.” He leaned forward, watching your reactions. You were smiling and leaning forward.
He bent down slightly and kissed you.
Finally.
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drulalovescas · 1 month ago
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Cas did THAT.
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Cas literally changed the way Dean saw himself. Cas did it.
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thenameisgul · 4 months ago
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okay but ‘where’s the angel’ has got to be THE most romantic thing Dean has said about Cas and it wasn’t even said to Cas
imagine being in a land of monsters where every monster you ever killed is, they’re all stronger than you, all more ruthless and more vengeful than you
the news has reached everyone that there’s a human in purgatory, that that human is Dean fucking Winchester so they’re all gunning for you and yet,
and yet, they all know not to fuck with you even on their own turf because the monsters found out pretty early on that Dean Winchester has lost his angel and he’s pissed and he is not to be fucked with
so now the monsters are running from you, instead of the other way around
it’s the most romantic shit ever!
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spnexploration · 2 years ago
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Amazing Protective!Dean and Regretful!Dean and BlamesHimself!Dean ❤️❤️
Stay The Night
Dean Winchester x Reader
Summary: When a hunt goes wrong, Dean gets protective and finds he’s got to keep an eye on you, something more coming out of it than expected.
Requested by @beauty-in-the-brkdwn: “Heya darlin!!! Is it okay if I make a request? 🤍 I was thinking about one for Dean, in which the reader gets kidnapped during a hunt by whatever you feel like for two days (“Two days too many” according to Dean) and after Dean and Sam finally find her, Dean has absent mindedly started making the reader sleep in his room with him. To keep an eye on her. He insists on taking the floor or the pull out couch but somehow always ends up spooning the reader (who he has put in his bed lol) because she’s still too far away. Because he of course blames himself for taking his eye off of her for too long during a hunt and then she was just gone. I feel like this easily has the potential to be angsty in a way but really, it’s up to you as long as there’s fluff/Dean being protective! Thank youuuuuu💕”
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: angst, injuries, swearing, nightmares, guilt, fluff, kissing
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The hunt went wrong, it went fifty ways south of how the two of you had anticipated. You were staying at Bobby’s since that case had been in the next town over, saved yourselves that hassle of looking for a motel with a couple of vacant rooms to rent out. Sam had decided to stay back, more specifically, Dean had made that choice for him. He’d managed to break his arm a couple hunts ago, a real nasty werewolf that put up a good fight with the younger Winchester. You and Dean could pick up the slack of his absent help, you both would do fine.
And you did, until things went wrong.
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caplanbuckybarnes · 19 days ago
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Freckles and Green Eyes (Dean W.)
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Summary: You and Dean had a lazy morning.
Warnings: Fluff
WC: 227
Read on Ao3!
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There was nothing to do today. No cases, no grocery shopping needed, nothing. Sam was researching msot of the night with nothing that deemed worthy of a case. You and Dean had called it an early night, instead deciding to fall asleep. You’d woken up to soft music blaring from the vinyl record dow nthe hall, presumably from Sam cooking breakfast.
Dean had his arms wrapped around you tight, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You loved the quiet days. They were the days where you and Dean could just be without needing to worry about a case or anything. Leaning up to lay on your elbows, you watched Dean as he breathed slowly. He looked almost angelic when he slept. His usually tense shoulders were relaxed and you could count the freckles across his cheeks easily. 
His hair was growing a tadbit longer than he usually allowed it to be, the back of head had slight curls wish you always adored running your fingers through whenever you drove the Impala with him. His eyes were closed as you leaned over to kiss his forehead, earning a soft groan in response before his eyes flickered open.
“Hey, sleepyhead,” yuo greeted with a soft smile as he blinked the sleepiness away. 
“C’mere,” he replied, pulling you into a hug before kissing your head in greeting.
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t00muchheart · 5 months ago
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It’s just that, in Faith, Dean thinks he’s going to die, and he’s braced for it, and when he lives, it’s only because someone else died in his place. And then, in In My Time of Dying, it happens again, and it’s even worse this time because that’s his father who died for him. So by the time All Hell Breaks Loose rolls around, of course Dean sacrifices himself: he’s already living on borrowed time, after all, but Sam? Sam is only here because he was dragged back into this life—he deserves to have the chance to leave it behind again, for good this time.
And sure, faced with the consequences, Dean can see that he doesn’t deserve it—not to die, and certainly not to go to hell—but he still believes that it’s better this way: better him than Sam, even if it would be best if it was no one at all.
But it has to be someone, and so Dean is dragged to hell, and after thirty years on the rack, Dean breaks—and after ten more, when he wakes up in his grave and pushes his way to the surface, he thinks that maybe he deserved it after all, maybe he deserved every bit of torture dealt to him and more.
And then he meets an angel, and the angel tells him that he was the one to raise him from hell, and the angel wonders at the fact that Dean doesn’t think he deserves to be saved, because even after everything, he sees something beautiful in Dean Winchester, something worth preserving. And the angel believes in Dean so much that he can’t help but start believing in himself again, just a little.
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red-hood-vigilante · 4 months ago
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to yell about an argument done to death: even the language around sam in-show and amongst fans annoys me. sam didn't 'let lucifer out of the cage' which is a wording that implies he solely and singlehandedly opened the door - he unknowingly broke 1 of 66 locks on a door because he was being completely in the dark about lilith being a seal and what killing her would do.
dean unknowingly broke the first lock and started the entire thing but nobody in-show or amongst fans carry the same energy for dean as they do with sam even though neither knew what was happening or even that a seal was broken until it was too late. 'dean let lucifer out' never heard of her.
and then! dean's torture of people in hell is never brought up but sam gets this thrown in his face years and years and years later (by dean multiple times no less) and there's still the convenient ignorance of everything else surrounding this; angels let 64 seals break in the name of the heavenly plan, castiel sat on the truth about lilith of a year and opened the door to the panic room to push sam towards ruby and lilith, dean's voicemail was altered to send sam over the edge, dean was held captive by angels to prevent him getting to sam in time, the plan of heaven and hell was to isolate and crush sam mentally so he'd see lucifer as a grace and say yes, lilith dying by sam's psychic abilities was NEVER the requirement so dean stating he and bobby would kill lilith while sam was locked up in the panic room means she could've died a different way with the same result.
there are a lot of things about this that is so glossed over all the time. and it's just reduced to 'sam let lucifer out'. that exact phrasing. i hate it because it is truly not what happened. if anything he was the one that solved everything despite carrying the least amount of part in this. it was literally a collaborative effort manipulated by forces way beyond sam and dean, why is sam blamed for it by fans AND characters who had their own part in this.
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spnexploration · 2 years ago
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Poor reader 😢 Glad real Dean has her now ❤️
That’s Not My Dean
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 907 
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Request for Anonymous- Would you be willing to write a Dean x reader one shot where she waits for Sam and dean in a motel room and then shapeshifter!dean comes and attacks her and when dean and Sam come back they find her bleeding out on the floor. If you do write it thank you so much in advance❤️
Warnings- Injuries, a bit angsty 
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lambmotifz · 9 days ago
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kripke’s sam is so fucking doomed it almost makes me sick. theres literally never a day that i’m NOT thinking about how he craved safety & normal life more than anything and how he desperately tried to be good and how no matter how much he prayed & no matter what he did the ending was always inevitable and he was always going to be crucified like the sacrificial lamb he was born to be
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finalgirlsamwinchester · 7 months ago
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1.01, "Pilot" | Stephen Adly Guirgis, "The Last Days Of Judas Iscariot" " | 5.22, "Swan Song"
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spnexploration · 1 year ago
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Collared part 39
Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually
Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.
Episode summary: You have a nightmare.
Warnings: None
Word count: 2.8k
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Part 38 <- -> Part 40
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Dean awoke to the sounds of a struggle, to occasional yelling and whimpering. His hand was on his gun before he'd even consciously woken up, but he pretty quickly recognised that the sounds were from you. He looked over and could see there was no external threat to you, you were having a nightmare. He left the gun where it was and got out of bed, quickly crossing to you.
You screamed just before he got to you. It broke his heart to see you so distressed.
He crouched down next to you and reached out to touch your shoulder. He gently shook it, trying to wake you up. When that didn't work, he started to tap your face.
You were just coming to when Sam opened the door, gun at the ready. He looked at Dean and mouthed “Nightmare?” Dean nodded. “You ok?” he mouthed again. Dean gave him the thumbs up and he backed out of the room again, closing the door behind him.
You looked up at Dean with confusion and fear written all over your face. “It's ok,” he murmured, “you were having a nightmare.”
Your breathing was heavy and your eyes darted around the room like you were scared something would jump out at you. He needed to calm you down. He sat down on the floor and gently coaxed you to come sit next to him. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and you leant into him. He could feel you shaking.
“You're ok,” he said on repeat, trying to get through to you.
You started to reach up to touch his face, as if you weren't sure he was really there. Your other hand felt across his chest. He wondered for a second what you were doing, before realising it was like you were checking he was alive. He had a sudden inkling that perhaps he had died in your dream.
“I'm ok too, I'm here,” he tried. You did seem to calm down a fraction.
“Sam?” you whispered.
“He's fine too. He came in just before after he heard you scream, when I was waking you up.”
You were still looking worried and rubbing his chest, so he thought you might need some tangible proof. He managed to reach up to his phone on his bedside table. He sent Sam a message:
📱Can you come here? I think we died or something in her nightmare, she's a bit freaked out
He put the phone down and turned back to you, rubbing your back gently. Sam opened the door shortly after, giving you a small smile.
“Hey, Y/N,” he said gently. He came over and crouched next to Dean and you. You reached out to him and he squeezed your hand. “I'm ok.”
You looked at him for a moment and nodded, then turned your attention back to Dean. You other hand came to grip his collar, like you were worried he would vanish. Your nightmare must've really affected you.
Sam gave your hand a squeeze again and said, “You ok if I go back to bed now?” You nodded and he stood up and left the room. You were looking a little less terrified now, which Dean was happy about.
What he wasn't expecting was that you would suddenly burst into tears. He gave you a squeeze with the arm that was around your back.
“Hey, hey, what's wrong, sweetheart?”
“I thought it would be over with him gone. I thought I was better,” you sobbed. Fuck, he thought.
“Maybe your subconscious still needs to process. Or maybe it’s just an asshole, stuffed if I know how it works.” His joke fell flat. He wasn't that surprised.
Your other hand came up to clutch at his top too. It was like you were trying to get closer and closer to him.
He cleared his throat. “Umm, Y/N, do you want me to put you on my lap? It helped when you were upset and you had the collar on, but umm, obviously only if you want me to.”
You bit your lip and stiffened up, even through the tears. Crap, he thought, he's scared you off. He started to apologise but you cut him off.
“Yes,” you whispered.
He looked closely at your face, trying to see if you looked like you'd said it because you were afraid of him or felt the need to appease him. He saw no evidence of that, so he slipped his hand under your knees and lifted you around to sit across his lap. You leant into his chest and wrapped your hands in the front of his shirt.
He held you firmly and let you cry.
He didn't mind holding you like this at all, but he was starting to get uncomfortable sitting against the wall on his bedroom floor, with you on his lap. It was much easier when you'd had the collar on and he’d held you while he sat on the bed.
He tried to adjust you slightly, give some relief to the leg that was losing circulation. You froze. Crap, he thought.
“I can get off,” you mumbled through tears, moving to do so before he'd even had a chance to reply.
“No, sweetheart, you're fine. I just needed to move my leg a bit.”
“No, no, I'm in the way, this can't be comfortable for you.”
“You are not in the way, Bambi. But if you want me to be more comfortable, how would you feel if I sat on the bed with you?”
You bit your lip but then nodded. “We can get off any time you need,” he reassured you.
He gently placed you on the floor next to him, then stood up. You stood up yourself and followed him over to the bed. He sat up against the headboard and held out his hands to you. You were still sniffling and your eyes were red and puffy. You tentatively took his hand and he guided you up on to the bed and over to him. You visibly relaxed once he had you on his lap again.
It killed him to think about what had happened to you to make you so terrified of being on furniture.
After a short while, you started to calm down fully, brushing away your tears.
“Sorry, Dean,” you mumbled, looking embarrassed.
“What are you sorry for?”
“I’m a grown-ass woman, I can’t believe I’ve forced my, what, housemate to let me sleep in his room and to hold me while I cry.”
“I’m your housemate?” He wasn't sure why, but he hated being called that by you.
You bit your lip, “I couldn’t think of a better word…”
“Well, anyway,” he said, returning to the topic, “I googled about healing from umm, traumatic shit. And I dunno, I reckon maybe you hadn’t actually confronted it yet. All the shit that happened. It reckoned crying was good, at least once.”
“You googled for me?”
“Uh, yeah... Sorry.”
“No, don't apologise, it's sweet.”
 “So, you know, fuck what other people do or think, they’re not living this shit.”
You smiled, “Thanks, Dean.” You looked around awkwardly, like you'd just realised you were on his lap on his bed. “I, umm, should get back to bed...” You looked at your blankets on the floor with a strange expression on your face. You shivered and he realised: you were scared.
“Do you want to watch a movie or something with me?” he asked.
“Umm, yes, please,” you mumbled. “Nothing, umm, nothing scary or violent...”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He looked around to where his laptop was, and realised he couldn't reach it without getting you off him. You seemed to realise too, sliding off his lap to sit on the bed next to him. He tried not to ogle, but he was pretty sure the whole reason you'd been sitting on him was because you felt you couldn't sit on the bed. You hadn't been that upset when they'd moved off the floor, hadn't absolutely needed the comfort. And now, here you were, sitting alone on the bed.
He hastily got up to get the laptop, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. Maybe you hadn't even realised what you'd done.
He brought the laptop back and sat next to you, watching to see what you did. You leant in and looked at the list of movies, peacefully sitting next to him. He followed your lead and scrolled through them, waiting until you picked one.
He set it up, then returned to sitting next to you against the headboard. You seemed engrossed in the film, seemingly not even noticing you were sitting on the bed without even touching him.
He spent more time watching you, surreptitiously, than watching the movie.
Slowly, you started to lean on him. He got the feeling you were getting tired again, as your head lowered on to his shoulder. A minute or two later, you were asleep.
He wondered what to do. He was happy to have you sleep in his bed if it helped you sleep better, but would that freak you out when you woke in the morning? Should he put you back in your blankets on the floor? But would you feel rejected if he did that?
You'd looked afraid of going back to your blankets, where you'd had your horror nightmare, so he decided to let you stay on his bed. He’d deal with the fallout in the morning, if it came.
He carefully manoeuvred you down so you were under the covers with your head on a pillow. He felt like he was diffusing a bomb, trying not to wake you.
He put the laptop away and pulled himself under the covers too. He sent Sam a quick text:
📱She's asleep again. In my bed. If she freaks out later, show her this. Nothing happened. We watched a movie and she fell asleep. I thought she'd sleep better here.
After a moment, he sent another one:
📱I hope I haven't fucked up.
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You started to wake up. You felt warm, comfortable. You could hear the comforting noises of Dean breathing in his sleep, although they sounded closer- FUCK! You opened your eyes. You were literally lying in his bed!
The man was a freaking saint, the way he let you just take all his stuff!
You took a moment to admire his sleeping face. He looked so much more peaceful and at ease. And he was gorgeous, even without being able to see his beautiful eyes.
He must be so sick of you taking up his space, demanding his time, waking him up.
You looked around. You were in a bed. It was a little unsettling. You trusted that Dean wasn’t going to hurt you – he’d had plenty of opportunities for that, and hadn’t taken them. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that bad things happened in beds.
This was absurd. Why couldn’t you just use furniture like a normal person? Why couldn’t you just leave your housemates and their personal space alone? What were you, 3?
Berating yourself, you crept out of Dean’s bed, trying not to wake him. You grabbed your pillow and blanket from the floor and eased open the door, carefully shutting it behind you.
You headed to your own room, quietly opening the door. A few clothes had been unceremoniously dumped on the floor and the bed. You took a look at the bed and all of your courage and determination evaporated.
You lay down on the floor.
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Dean awoke and quickly opened his eyes. You weren’t in the bed. You weren’t on the floor. Your pillow and one of your blankets was gone.
Fuck.
He picked up his phone. No message from Sam. He was worried about going out there if you were upset with him. What if he’d caused you a panic attack? What if he gave you another one by surprising you somewhere?
He messaged Sam:
📱She ok?
He waited.
And waited.
It hadn’t even been read yet.
He hovered over Sam’s name then hit the dial button. This couldn’t wait. What if you’d left the bunker?
Sam answered on the second ring. “What’s wrong?” he asked blearily.
“I need you to find Y/N.”
“Shit, where have you already looked?”
“No, I mean, I need you specifically to do it.”
“Uh, what? Why?”
“Because after she had her nightmare she came and sat with me on my bed watching a movie and then she fell asleep. I didn’t move her. But now she’s gone and so is her blanket and pillow from the floor. What if I freaked her out? What if she’s terrified of me because she woke up in my bed?”
“Oh. Right. Umm, ok. So you haven’t gone looking if she’s in her room or the kitchen or anything?”
“No, what if I freak her out more?”
“Ah, ok. I’ll go have a look and I’ll let you know. But Dean, she’s probably fine.”
���You don’t know that!”
“Ok, ok, I’m going.”
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Sam knocked gently on your door.
“Come in,” you called. You sounded normal, from what he could tell through the door, which was reassuring. He eased the door open and stepped inside.
You were sitting on the floor in your blanket. You smiled when you looked up at him, looking ok if a little tired after your limited sleep last night. “How are you?” he asked gently.
“I’m ok, thanks Sam. Rough nightmare but I’m fine now.”
Ordinarily, he would leave you at that, or see if you wanted to get some breakfast. But he knew Dean was currently freaking out, so he felt he needed to pursue a little more.
“I wouldn’t normally pry, but... are you upset with Dean?”
“What? No. Why?”
“He’s currently hiding in his room terrified that you’ve left the bunker for good and/or that you’ll have a panic attack at the mere sight of him.”
Your face was a picture of confusion. “Why would he think that?”
Sam dug his phone out of his pocket and opened to his text conversation with Dean. He double checked the messages above the ones from last night and then decided it was all ok for you to see. He held it out to you.
He watched your face as you read. “Oh... Oh,” you said half to yourself. “He’s woken up and I’m not there, so he thinks I freaked out when I woke up in his bed.”
Sam nodded, happy he didn’t have to explain his brother. Better if you made your own connections.
“Umm, l’ll go talk to him.”
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You knocked slightly on Dean’s door and then pushed it open. He paused in what was clearly his pacing and looked to the door. A number of expressions appeared to cross his face as he looked at you, but too quickly for you to identify them all.
“H-hey,” he said, looking like he was trying to be cooler than he really felt.
“Hey, Dean. Sorry I, umm, scared you.”
“I- I wasn’t – I wasn’t scared,” he said, looking exactly how someone who was lying would look.
You lifted your eyebrow.
“Ok, ok, I was worried. I thought you might think I’d done something to you, and I know you don’t like furniture.”
“Not fragile, remember,” you said, a little sullenly.
“I’m not trying- that’s not what I- I don’t mean to-”
You felt bad, that had been a bit harsh. “Dean, it’s ok. I totally get why you thought that. I really am sorry I scared you, you were just being considerate. And you looked after me for ages in the middle of the night.” He was looking relieved. “But that’s why I left, I have to stop taking up your space, intruding on your whole life.”
He frowned, “You’re not intruding on my whole life.”
“Yes, I am. And I’m so screwed up you think that leaving me in your bed where I literally fell asleep is likely to make me terrified of you.”
“No, I think that you have a justifiable reason for jumping to conclusions. But also, you know what I really thought last night? I thought ‘Look at how much progress she’s made, she doesn’t even notice she’s sitting up here and enjoying the movie’.”
“You- really?” Your voice totally changed, surprised. “That’s what you thought?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”
“I- I- I dunno,” you mumbled.
Dean looked at you for a moment, then he said gently, “I know you’re struggling to find your place in the world; believe me, I’ve been there. But you don’t have to throw everything out to prove yourself.” He took a breath, considering, then added, “I’ve said this before and it’s still true. You were entitled to comfort with the collar and you still are. And if you want it from me, well, I’m easy.”
You started to giggle. He frowned, but you could tell he was joking, “Jeez Y/N, everything’s innuendo to you.”
“I mean, I have seen your penis.”
“See, that one right there, that’s innuendo.”
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iprobablyshipit91 · 1 year ago
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I’ve added more awesome stories to this list so thought it deserved another reblog. If you love Dean Winchester x reader like me, you will love these stories. They’re all amazing 💕
iprobablyshipit91 Fic Recs
I was keeping links of all my favourite Dean fics so thought I’d share them here. This way, others can hopefully find some great stories and the authors will know how much I love their works 💕
I’ve kept the tags to once per author just because of the limits. There’s a mix of fluff, angst, smut, au etc. Please make sure you read the warnings for each story on it’s page.
Dean Winchester x Reader
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Drabbles
Should I Stay or Should I Go by @daisythekitty
Sweet Dreams by @deanssweetheart23
Slip Up by @deanwritings
Not the Planned Delivery by @lazydoodlesandfanfic
Unnamed by @lostdreamr-blog1
I’ve Got You by @spnexploration
Broken Ribs Against Fingertips by @the--blackdahlia
Motel Diablo by @waynes-multiverse
One Shots
And Baby Makes Four by @carryonmywaywardone-shots
Nows the Time by @crashdevlin
The Prettiest One by @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior
Always You and Me by @deanwinchesterswitch
Bullets and Bands by @deanwinchesterswitch
Capeesh? By @deanwritings
I Ship It by @deanwritings
It’s Okay by @deanwritings
Safe Now by @deanwritings
What We Lost by @deanwritings
Tell Me About… by @impala-dreamer
Glances by @kasimagines
It’s Okay, I Love You by @kasimagines
Poison by @kasimagines
Obeying Temptation by @kittenofdoomage
Sweet Satisfaction by @kittenofdoomage
Nannas Love Sammy by @littlegreenplasticsoldier
Something New by @princessmisery666
Date Night by @princessmisery666
I Would Never Hurt You by @procrastinatorimagines
Must be Love on the Brain by @sleepywinchester
Below Freezing by @soaringeag1e
Promises by @supersleepygoat
Friendzoned by @talesmaniac89
Stupid Cupid by @talesmaniac89
Different by @watermelonlipstick
Labyrinth by @waynes-multiverse
Love on the Brain by @waynes-multiverse
Gesundheit by @waynes-multiverse
Dark Waters by @wearywinchester
Above Ground by @wearywinchester
I Won’t Say (I’m in Love) by @zepppie
Two Shots / Mini Series
The Wrong Winchester by @cherry3point14
Good Things by @crashdevlin
Rumours by @deanwinchesterswitch
Blind Love by @jawritter
Faded by @kasimagines
Sacrifice by @kasimagines
The Last Call by @kasimagines
To Know You by @littlegreenplasticsoldier
Watch and Learn by @littlegreenplasticsoldier
Can’t Fight This Feeling by @pink-sparkly-witch
Mischief Managed (2) by @sinfulsoulx
A Few Moments of Madness | Last Time? by @smellingofpoetry
Familiar by @spnhunter4life
Dream On by @talesmaniac89
Well, Hello There Stranger by @talesmaniac89
Series
Comfort by @fangirlingfromdownunder
Baby, We’ve got a Problem by @deanwritings
Night Falls by @deanwritings
Carry On by @jawritter
My Saviour by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes
Heart of a Hunter by @muchamusedaboutnothing
The Widow by @pink-sparkly-witch
Hold On I’m Coming by @ravengirl94
The Arrangement by @ravengirl94
Cross my Heart by @smol-and-grumpy
Home to You by @smol-and-grumpy
Collared by @spnexploration
Pack by @spnexploration
Limelight by @talesmaniac89
Charity Heist by @talesmaniac89
The Man in Apartment 43 by @talesmaniac89
Practically Magic by @thelibrarylesstrektraveled
Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 1 by @waywardaardvark79
Supernatural Series Rewrite: Season 2 by @waywardaardvark79
Miscommunication by @winchest09
Don’t Say a Word by @winchester-girl67
Never Say Goodbye by @zepskies
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cas-poisoning · 5 months ago
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There’s currently a poll going around where about 34% of people voted that Dean WOULN’T kill Cas to save Sam’s life (assuming it’s the only way)… I didn’t want to be mean in the notes but y’all voting no are delusional 😭 another 15% of people are voting other and saying stuff like “it depends on the season”
First of all, early seasons Dean would be 100% instantly on board no matter what. And honestly he wouldn’t even be that sad (maybe guilty, but not that sad). I’m talking like season 4, 5, maybe even 6. Late seasons Dean would be incredibly tortured and devastated but ultimately do it because above all else he NEEDS to protect Sam. That’s one of his defining character traits, and has consistently shown he’d do pretty much anything.
“Oh well Dean would only sacrifice himself he wouldn’t sacrifice anyone else” WRONG! Cas has a martyr complex and would love to die for the winchesters (more specifically, he’d love to die for Dean and he’d love to die for anything Dean needs (aka Sam)). “Always ready to bleed for the Winchesters” Cas would honestly kill himself to save Sam before late seasons Dean even gets the chance to feel conflicted about it. But to keep with the poll and making it about Dean’s choice, assuming Cas doesn’t just kill himself, I think late seasons Deans would be pretty easily convinced by Cas being so willing about it.
I just don’t see a single situation where this is ever a no and not an emphatic, yes Dean would kill Cas to save Sam if it was the only way.
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thenameisgul · 4 months ago
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Jack had declared he was going to be 'hands-off' but decided to make bringing back Castiel his one exception while letting dean die on a rebar in a fucking barn and if that's not a statement on which parent is his favorite than idk what is
he's castiel level of petty and i love that for him
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effervescentdragon · 1 month ago
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incredible storytelling i could write an essay about dean's facial expressions only
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