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Party On (Sam x reader)

anonymous asked: Can you write a Sam x Female!Reader one shot where the reader is a tomboy and always wears jeans, sweats, or slacks, but one day she has to pose as a college student in a sorority and they give her a makeover and sam's like DAYUM

anonymous asked: That idea with the tomboy!reader and sam is really cute, can I add something? There's a line in How I Met Your Mother where Ted turns to his tomboy friend/gf Robin and says "Robin Scherbatsky... you're a girl!" When she freaks out about her wedding

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I relate to this super hard. And I’m also so sorry for the lack of activity

You were starting to regret this whole ‘inside man’ thing.

Your usual ensemble consisted of sweat pants, or old jeans, and slacks for when you needed to act like Press or an agent for the FBI. You were strictly as less of a girl as you could be, and you liked it that way.

The last time you wore a dress of any kind was back when you attended a high school in Minnesota for about a week. You had to do your best to blend in with the general female population; whom of which were all wearing nearly identical denim short skirts. The early 2000′s didn’t exactly have any trend worthy of anyone’s memory. 

In addition, the last time you wore pink, you were probably four years old.

And in this particular situation, both of those horrible fashion tragedies, that still managed to make you retch, came back to haunt you.

The eight college age girls around you squealed as they finally gave you some space to breathe.

   “Oh my god, you look totes amazing!” One of them flipped her hair back, as if gloating about all her hard work. The others clapped and nodded in agreement.

   “Yeah, this highlight really brings out your eyes.” Another girl tilted your chin up to her a little and her manicured nails felt all wrong. Too smooth and shiny and long; you’d much rather have dirt and blood under yours. Right now all you wanted was a mirror so you could see the horrors that they’d inflicted on you.

   “Alright, alright, let me up.” You gently pushed your way through the girls of Kappa Alpha Theta, the KATs as they liked to be addressed as, and you walked towards the huge counter-top mirror. You got one look and your stomach twisted.

Faking a smile, you turned back to the eager girls, who all thought you were their newest recruit. It was easy to get access to the Sorority house since all forms of initiation, aside from a simple oath, had been banned from campus after three girls had gotten food poisoning from a dumpster buffet and another guy from the Frat house went comatose after a mishap during a zoo break-in, resulting in two arrests. That, and the fact that there was an opening after  one of the girls died.

   “I love it.” You had to lie through your teeth even though you thought you looked like a clown with a layer of mud on her face or some kind of painted whore. They all shrieked in delight and swarmed you like piranhas.

   “Ya know, we could take care of that scar for you,” She poked the mark above your eyebrow on your forehead.

   “We know a few tricks.” One of the girls was close to your ear.

   “Uh- that’s alright. I like it where it is.” You said, uncomfortably, skeptical of what she meant by tricks. You knew you were dealing with minor witchcraft for this case but now you may have narrowed down where it was coming from.

   “We have to find you the perfect dress for the party tonight.” One of the girls started babbling about what colour would go best with your skin tone and how to do your hair with a few other girls while you just stared at them and wondered how the hell you were going to get out of this.

By the time the Winchesters arrived at the large Sorority house, the party was in full swing. Dean looked around.

   “This is stupid.” He grumbled softly. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, trying to blend in, Sam was sporting a similar outfit. Everyone knew they weren’t exactly in their prime college years, but they were hoping that everyone there would be too drunk to remember them from their earlier investigation of the campus.

   “They’re gonna think we’re narcs.”

   “Just blend in and shut up. We gotta find Y/N.” Sam mumbled as they wove through the crowd of drunk, or otherwise substance-compromised, co-eds. He was surprised Dean wasn’t more comfortable in a house full of alcohol and college girls, but he understood where he was coming from. 

   “I need a drink.” Dean said and made his way to the kitchen. Sam scanned the mass of heads for you and his eyes landed on a some Y/H/C hair in the corner along with two other girls. You spotted Sam as well and excused yourself.

   “Thank god you’re here. I feel like a poodle.” You pulled the skin tight blue dress further down your thighs.

Sam’s mouth seemed to dry up and his eyes raked your body slowly, but not discreetly.

   “Whoa..” He mumbled. He never saw you in makeup, let alone a dress.

   “Eyes up here, Sam.” You blushed a little and smirked.

   “Right- uh- sorry.” He met your eyes and you could see he was blushing as well. Hopefully he wouldn’t need to adjust his jeans. 

Dean appeared at his brother’s shoulder as he downed the last of whatever was in the Red Solo Cup in his hand. When he lowered it he coughed in surprise, he wiped his mouth to prevent liquid from coming out.

   “Damn. Y/N Y/L/N, you’re a girl?” Dean chuckled softly and looked you up and down as Sam had. You rolled your eyes. Men.

   “Shut up. Did you two find anything on campus?” You hushed your voice even though the music was loud enough to keep your conversation confidential. Dean was still a little distracted, the dress did accentuate some of your features.

   “It’s weird seeing you like this, I mean, wow..I mean..just wow.”

   “Can we focus on something other than my breasts, please?” You looked at him, very unimpressed.

   “Right, my bad.” Dean chuckled.

   “Coroner didn’t give us much to go on. Just looked like the girl had a really bad allergic reaction to some makeup thing.” He informed. You sighed. The death of a girl that had been a member of this particular Sorority had brought you to this town. She was found in the bathroom upstairs, throat closed and boils covering her body. You suspected a coven, or at the least witchcraft, right away.

   “Well, it’s definitely someone here. I found a box full of witch-crap under someone’s bed.” You looked around to be sure that no one was listening in.

   “We can’t just kill someone. They’re people.” Sam said. You nodded again, agreeing. 

   “Yeah. I don’t think there’s anything we can do tonight. I say we have a little fun for once.” You drank from your cup and felt the burn of alcohol down your throat. Dean chuckled and looked around, clapping his hands together once.

   “Can’t argue with that.” 

The ping pong ball landed in Sam’s cup again and he looked up at you, he expected nothing less. Guys and girls alike all chanted around the table as Sam took another drink. You had a feeling that he would have a headache in the morning.

   “Forfeit yet, Sammy?” You called across the table, you’d let your hair down a while ago to let it breathe through all the hairspray.

   “No way.” He definitely wasn’t a quitter. You smirked and crossed your arms.

   “Well then take your shot.” You leaned on the table and watched Sam take his shot, the ball hit the edge of the cup and everyone groaned around him as you giggled.

   “Vision getting a little fuzzy?” You looked back up at Sam and he shrugged a little. Six of his cups were already empty.

   “Maybe.” His cheeks were a little rosy now that you looked.

   “You win.” Sam looked up and chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. A small smirk played on his lips and his eyes seemed to grow slightly darker than their usual colour.

The students around the table cheered loudly as they all took celebratory drinks, the music pumped through their bodies and they went back to partying hard when they realized the game was over. You grinned widely and also finished your drink, making your way over to Sam, who was watching you closely.

   “Well played.” He congratulated. His biceps flexed under his t-shirt as he looked down at you. You smiled.

   “You need to work on your shot.” You giggled softly and pulled him back to the kitchen. 

   “Oh...my..god.” A girl, you didn’t bother to learn names, giggled drunkenly and wrapped her arm around your neck. She pressed her face against your cheek.

   “New girl already has a really cute date. If you need a room,” She hiccuped and smiled, looking up at Sam.

   “Just ask.” She whispered and giggled again. Your cheeks went a little red.

   “Right, will do.” You responded, then she pulled you a little closer.

   “Ya know that scar...mm, from earlier?” She slurred and breathed down your neck, she reeked of alcohol. You nodded and Sam watched curiously.

   “Well, if you need it taken care of- jus’ go upstairs and I’ll meet you in the bathroom.” She giggled, hiccuped once and stumbled away, leaving a lipstick stain on your cheek and a small smack on your butt. These girls seemed completely guided and concerned by appearances. Sam chuckled.

   “I’m gonna take a wild guess and say that’s one of them.” He watched her saunter into the crowd of shirtless guys and girls wearing bikini tops. You nodded.

   “It’s a damn good thing the truth comes out when you’re drunk.” You sipped from your cup again and Sam nodded, tilting his head down towards you. He tried to speak over the noise.

   “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you need to change anything about how you look.” He stood back up straight and you smiled softly. You’d always had a soft spot for Sam Winchester. Maybe now that he’d seen you look like a female, he felt a little more inclined. 

You kissed his cheek softly.

   “Thanks.”

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Bad Medicine (Dean x Reader)

Summary: Dean gets injured on a hunt and the morphine from the hospital make him a little loopy

- Female reader -

Word Count: 880

A/N: Sooo... sorry about the wait

   “You remember when-”

   “No, Y/N.” Dean grumbled, staring down the road as he drove.

   “C’mon, it was funny.”

   “I don’t think it was.”

   “You’re just saying that because you can’t remember.” You giggled. The corner of Dean’s lip twitched.

   “Exactly.” His brows furrowed and he kept his gaze fixed on the asphalt. Sam chuckled in the passenger seat.

It had been almost four months since the accident.

Dean had been slammed into a concrete wall while trying to kill a witch and had broken his femur. He’d broken the hardest bone in his body. Dean Winchester had broken a bone, after years or tiny breaks, and was in the most pain he’d ever been in.

It took a lot of work to pull off a lie elaborate enough for when the paramedics showed up, since you couldn’t move him without the risk of him passing out.

You were in the back of the ambulance with Dean while Sam followed it in the impala.

It was an open fracture, which was really bad in terms of breaks, especially since it was such a serious bone to break. There was a lot of blood

When you got to the hospital, Dean had lost so much blood that he was almost instantly off to the Operating Room, leaving you and Sam pacing and worrying.

   “Y/N, he’ll be fine okay? You just gotta relax.” Sam sighed and pulled you to his chest to calm you down. You breathed out and rested your head on his shoulder. His hands ran up and down your back soothingly. You appreciated Sam’s brotherly gestures a lot of the time you were with him.

   “Relax.. right, okay.” You took three deep breaths and he pulled you to one of the chairs.

You weren’t sure how long you were asleep, but when you woke up, Sam was talking to a doctor.

   “Sam?” You sat up and straightened your hair with your hand.

   “Thank you.” Sam said, the doctor nodded and turned, going back down the hall to see his next patient most likely.

   “How is he?” You asked, standing up and crossing your arms. 

   “He’s gonna be okay, but he’s sedated. Heavily sedated,” He paused.    “Um, we can go sit with him if we want to though.”

   “Thank god.” You picked up your thin jacket from the chair and you and Sam walked to the room where Dean was sleeping. His face was cut and bruised, but much cleaner than it would have been had you just gone back to the motel.

It would be a while before he woke up.

   “Hello?”

You were curled up in the chair beside Dean’s bed, asleep when you heard a familiar voice. You stirred and looked up, seeing Dean’s droopy eyes.

   “Dean?” You sat up straight and leaned forward to look at him, you glanced at the clock, 2:40 am. Dean had a goofy looking half smile on his face.

   “Are you an angel? The doctors...they musta sent an angel..” He chuckled and his eyes drooped a little. You giggled softly and looked up at Sam, who was holding in a laugh.

   “Far from an angel, Dean.”

   “How you know m’name?” His head tipped back onto the pillow and looked at you like you had blue polka dots all over you. You smiled again.

   “You need to get more sleep-”

   “You’re so pretty.” Dean smiled sleepily, his lips turning up into another goofy grin.    “Wow, you really are stoned outta your mind.” You giggled and stood up.

   “You wanna come back to m’place? My girlfriend doesn’t have t’know.” He tried to smirk. His voice was thick and Sam burst out laughing again, probably thinking the same thing you were; that someone should have been filming this.

   “Y’know you look jus'- like her.” He whispered, reaching out and touching your nose.

   “Dean, I am your girlfriend.” You took his hand and kissed his bruised knuckles. His eyes widened and he shook his head in a dramatic fashion.

   “Sammy, did you see m’girlfriend? I done good, Sammy, I d’good.” He laughed obnoxiously and grinned up at his brother.

   “Yeah, Dean whatever you say.” Sam chuckled and you tossed a pillow at him. You looked back at Dean who was staring blissfully at you with big green eyes.

   “I love you, Dean.” You leaned over and kissed his forehead. He smiled softly and his eyes drooped again.

   “I love me too.” He chuckled and fell asleep again, his arms going limp as he started to sleep off the pain medication.

Sam laughed as you finished telling the story and he clutched his stomach.

   “Laugh it up, fuzzball.” Dean grumbled from the driver’s seat, glaring at his brother. His cheeks were beet red and his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. You giggled.

   “We really should have gotten that on film.” Sam finally caught his breath and leaned back in the seat.

   “Shut up, Sam.” Dean looked over at Sam, very confused and he sighed, turning the volume up on the stereo to drown out the embarrassment.

You leaned over the front seat and kissed Dean’s warm cheek and you wrapped your arms around his neck gently.

   “You know I love you, right?” You giggled softly. Dean nodded and smiled.

   “I love me too.”

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