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[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

Starting at the End Chapter 1

Summary: Lily Crawford has been receiving disturbing letters from a worrisome fan. On the advice of an acquaintance she goes to Winchester Private Security and seeks out Dean Winchester to keep her safe. Will this troubled ex-marine be able to save her, and can she save him too?

Series Warnings: Angst. Smut. Fluff. (as usual, of course!) Discussion of war, loss, trauma, PTSD, grief. Stalking. Obsession.

Chapter Warnings: Talk of stalking and bad, dangerous exes.

Pairing: Dean x ofc (Lily Crawford)

Word Count: 3,467

A/N: This is my Dean "Bodyguard" AU. (Technically he calls himself Private Security and not a Bodyguard, but 🤷‍♀️) I've never written a bodyguard AU before, so I hope you all enjoy this one. It's been a while since I've written an ofc, so I hope you like Lily. I'm enjoying writing her. I know OC's aren't the fandoms favourite, but I really felt like I needed Lily to be Lily in this one. Hope you give it a chance anyway. ❤️

I'm gonna post the Prologue and Chapter One today because the Prologue is very short. But going forward, I'm going to do my best to post every Friday. There will be 14 chapters and a Prologue and Epilogue...so kind of 16 chapters all together. Enjoy!!

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Pasadena California, 9 years later

The ancient analogue clock that hung on the police station’s wall was ticking away more minutes as Lily Crawford tried desperately to get the men in front of her to listen.

“I told you,” she repeated, “I have no clue who might be doing this. The letters started a month ago. They seemed innocent enough at first. They just,” she shrugged, “they just said he was a fan, and that he thought I was an amazing actress.” Lily looked at the floor, embarrassed.

Slightly flustered from having to try and explain her situation once again, she glanced up at the two cops taking her statement. The older man, a detective, was chewing on the end of his pen as he held a notepad in his other hand. He had black hair that was graying in just one tuft on the top, making it look a little like he was wearing a gray-haired toupee. 

The detective nodded a bit absently before tapping the wet end of his pen on the paper, pointing to the notes he’d already taken. “But then he got weird, huh?”

Lily crossed her arms and looked at the other man, an officer with a plain face, and watery blue, slightly bulging eyes. His face was placid and unbothered, and Lily was suddenly very annoyed by both of them. They’d had her repeat her story three times now, neither of them showing much urgency.

“Yes.” She answered the detective, pointing to the letters that sat on his desk. “The last two letters have referenced places I’ve gone, private get togethers that he shouldn’t have known about. And that last letter from four days ago talks about a Salvador Dali painting that’s in my house.” She felt a shudder run through her. “He shouldn’t know that.”

The detective shrugged and it made Lily want to scream. “Well, is it possible it’s an old boyfriend, maybe just trying to scare you? Or, you know, paparazzi can get a lot of photos, maybe there’s a picture of the painting out there somewhere and this person is just using the information to get your attention.”

She shook her head. “No, there are no random pictures of my house floating around on the internet.” Her voice was tight and the frustration was obvious.  

The detective heard it and became slightly defensive as he sat up. “Well look, Ms. Crawford, there’s not a lot we can do here. There haven’t been any threats made, or violent acts committed. There’s no proof of trespassing or anything else we can charge a man with. Writing letters isn’t illegal, even if he is a weirdo.”

“So, you can’t do anything until I’ve been assaulted or…worse?” Lily asked, her voice raised. It made the detective frown deeply. 

“We can’t do anything until some sort of crime has been committed, miss. I’m not sure what you expected us to do. Maybe you thought your famous name would make a bit of hoopla? Maybe make the media sit up and take notice? I know it’s been a while since your name has been mentioned anywhere.”

Lily felt her cheeks burn with anger and embarrassment. “Are you saying you think I made this up!”

The detective waved his hands. “No, no miss. I’m sure that’s not the case.” His tone didn’t match his words; it smacked of disbelief. “Now, we’ll make a report that you came down, and you be sure to come back if you hear of anything that sounds like a threat.”

He was clearly dismissing her and Lily felt her heart plummet. They really weren’t going to do anything. She looked over at the younger officer, a little desperately, but he just smiled blandly. 

“I loved you in Cobra Strike Team. I think Part 2 was my favorite.”

Lily closed her eyes and stood up. She nodded at the officer as she turned away. “Thanks.”

Later that afternoon, Lily rushed through the doors of a brightly lit office and walked briskly to the desk that was manned by one very bored secretary.

Lily smiled at her. “Hi, I’m Lily Crawford. I’m here to read for Theresa?”

The receptionist didn’t smile back. She passed her a clipboard with a pen attached. “Fill this out and wait with the others.” She pointed to a door and Lily followed her finger.

She pushed through the door and entered a room with six other actresses all of whom looked a little like her. She was about to sit in the nearest chair when she heard her name called. She looked up to see her friend Tasha waving her over. 

Friend was maybe too strong a word. She’d acted alongside Tasha years ago in a terrible play they’d both been in to pay the rent, and they’d met up in countless audition waiting rooms just like this one over the years. They had a very similar look, medium height, curvy. Tasha’s hair was red and her eyes were brown, while Lily’s hair was more auburn and her eyes were a light amber color. But otherwise they looked very alike.

She sat down next to Tasha and gave her a little side hug. “Hey Tash, I wondered if I’d see you at this one.”

Tasha nodded. “Yeah, gotta keep trying, huh?”

Lily hummed noncommittally. “Guess so.”

“So how’ve you been?” Tasha asked. 

Lily wasn’t going to get into it, but the words just sort of fell out of her and she ended up telling Tasha about the letters. It was so frustrating and scary, she was hoping Tasha could give her some perspective and convince her that it wasn’t that big a deal. 

But as she finished Tasha’s eyes were wide. “Jesus, Lily that’s so fucking creepy! And the cops seriously said they wouldn’t do anything?”

Lily shrugged. “Well, they said they couldn’t, which I guess I get. I mean nothing’s happened.” She looked at Tasha hopefully. “It’s probably just a weirdo, right? He’ll go away?”

Tasha looked dubious. One of the other actresses, a strawberry blonde sitting across the room, leaned forward. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t help overhearing…you said some creepy guy is after you?”

Lily shrugged. “I mean, I don’t know if he’s ‘after me’.” She said, using air quotes. “I’ve just gotten a few strange letters.”

The blonde nodded and stood up, coming to sit beside Lily. “No, listen, my ex was a total stalker, and I knew he wouldn’t stop coming after me. I went to the police, but, of course, they didn’t care either. So, I found this guy online. He’s like a private eye, or like security, or whatever. I have no idea what he did to that loser, but he never came back into my life again. The last I heard he was living out in Boston somewhere. Sent him packing across the country!” 

She grinned. “The guy’s name was Dean and he was worth every penny. You should look him up. The place is called…” She paused to think. “Winchester Guards or Security, or something.”

Before Lily could say anything, a young guy stepped into the room. “Erin Tyler.” 

The blonde raised her hand. “That’s me!” The guy waved her forward and she stood to go, but then turned back to smile at Lily. “I just have to say that I thought you were amazing in Cobra Strike Team. Number three was the best, hands down.”

Lily smiled a little wanly. “Thanks. Break a leg.” 

Erin Tyler bounded out of the room, her nervous energy palpable. When did I lose that kind of feeling for this job, Lily thought. Did I ever have it?

Tasha grabbed up her hand. “I say you follow her advice. If the cops don’t have your back, somebody should.”

Lily shook her head. “I don’t know, Winchester something? Not sure how great that endorsement was.”

“You heard what she said though, dude got results.”

“But she knew who was after her.” Lily argued. “That was probably a pretty easy job. I have no idea who’s sending these letters, or how to find them.”

Tasha rolled her eyes. “Well, no kidding, Lil, I’m pretty sure that’s part of what you’d hire him for.” She pulled her phone out and searched for a minute. 

“Aha!” She said a little too loudly, turning her phone towards Lily. “I found him. Winchester Private Security. He’s got an office in L.A. It’s like a twenty minute drive. You could go right after the audition.”

The young guy came back into the room and called Tasha’s name next. She stood up and put a hand on Lily’s shoulder. “You should check him out. The last thing I want is to be part of a documentary about some psycho fan who murdered you and threw you into a wood chipper.”

The woman certainly had a way with words.

Two hours and one horrible audition later, Lily found herself walking up an old wooden staircase towards a door at the top of the stairs that said, “Winchester Pr  ate Secur”. A few of the painted letters had been scraped off the window in the door. The building was old, and seemed to also house a dubious looking law firm and an office for an exterminator on the main floor.

The Winchester office was on the second floor, next to another office that was obviously abandoned. She knocked, and then pulled open the door with the peeling letters. She stepped halfway into the room and looked around. 

Given the state of the building, the office was surprisingly neat. The furniture was threadbare and ancient, but it looked clean and comfortable. A beige couch sat along one wall and a few office chairs sat against the other. There were a couple of obviously plastic plants standing in the corners, and straight across from the door was a big, old, wooden desk with a leather chair behind it. There was also a coat rack and a little table on the right side of the room.

There was a door to the left of the desk that opened suddenly just as she caught sight of it, and a man stumbled out of it. A squeak of surprise left Lily’s throat and the man looked at her blearily. He scowled at her.

“Do I know you?” He asked, his voice was deep and gravelly and sounded as though he’d just woken up. It was almost five o’clock.

Lily shook her head. “No, I’m…hi, I’m Lily.”

The man nodded absently and reached into a drawer in his desk to pull out a small bottle of whiskey and pour some into the glass that sat on top. As he swallowed down the drink he threw his head back slightly and grimaced, and Lily suddenly realized that the man was ridiculously attractive. 

It sort of hit her like a bolt of lightning. His beauty didn’t really match his surroundings; he looked out of place in the drab office.

He was wearing black suit pants that fit him snugly, showing off powerful thigh muscles and a trim waist. A white, tank top undershirt was tucked into the pants and fitted nicely across his broad chest. His shoulders were bare and wide and heavily muscled. His bare arms were powerful and enticing and Lily couldn’t help but notice how beautifully shaped he was. He was tall and solid - strength evident in every line of his body.

But his face was something else entirely. It was stunning. He had short, light brown hair, and a few days growth of beard; his cheeks were a bit scruffy, but it suited him very well. He’d clearly been drinking, and his eyes were a bit red-rimmed, but it only seemed to highlight their gorgeous emerald green color. His cheekbones were high and his lashes were insanely long. His mouth was wide and his bottom lip was lush as he sucked on it for a minute as he swallowed another sip of whiskey.

He set the glass back down on the desk and then sat on the corner of it, before rubbing his hand down his face. He looked back at Lily as she stood awkwardly in the doorway. 

“Sorry, you’re who?”

Lily stepped further into the room, but left the door open behind her. “My name is Lily. I’m looking…I mean, I was referred here to find Dean Winchester?”

He held out his hand as though revealing something. “And you found him. Well done.”

Lily swallowed self-consciously, but before she could speak Dean snapped his fingers and pointed at her. “That’s how I know you! You’re Lieutenant Sarah Crosby, leader of the Cobra Strike Team!”

She smiled indulgently, trying not to cringe internally. “It was, ah…Susan, actually, Susan Crosby.”

Dean nodded. “Right, right. Loved those movies. You were so hot back then.”

Lily’s eyes widened. “Um, excuse me?”

Dean waved away his comment and stood up. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that the way it…I mean, hey, you’re still hot, very hot.”

Lily felt her cheeks turning bright pink. “You know what, this was not a uh…not a good idea.” She turned to go, but Dean strode past her quickly and closed the door before she could walk through it. 

She nearly collided with him as she came to a sudden halt. She frowned at him and took a step back. 

He scrubbed his face with both hands this time as he turned to face her, running his fingers carelessly through his hair. 

“Look, I apologize, okay? I’m a little…” He trailed off as he caught her eye. She saw something a little raw and battered flash in his gaze for a moment, before he lowered his lashes and gave a humorless half smile. 

“It's just a shitty day. But, I’m sorry. You came here for a reason.” He raised his hand towards the couch. “Why don’t you have a seat and tell me about it?”

Lily hesitated a moment as he moved away from the door and over to his desk. He opened another drawer and pulled out a folded white shirt. He pulled off the dry cleaning tag, and shook it open before sliding his arms in and starting to button it up. He sat in the squeaky leather chair behind the desk and nodded to the couch again.

Lily walked slowly over to the couch and sat gingerly on the edge of the seat. As Dean finished buttoning his shirt, he waved his hand to urge her on. “So, who was it that referred you?”

Lily thought for a minute, trying to remember her name. “Erin Tyler. She said you helped her with a bad ex.”

Dean nodded. “Oh yeah, that douchebag.” He shrugged. “It was an easy case; he was a coward, most of these guys are, and he just needed a push in the right direction, a gentle nudge out of his ex-girlfriend’s life.”

Lily nodded, deciding she didn’t want details. 

Dean continued. “So, you got an ex you wanna get rid of too?”

“Oh, no, it’s not an ex…I don’t actually know who it is.” She took a deep breath. “About a month ago, I started getting these…fan letters. The first ones were fine, you know, nothing too crazy, just the basic, like compliments and stuff.” She sped through her words, uncomfortable talking about this part of her career. 

“But the more recent ones were…well, they were sort of strange.” She said, trying not to over exaggerate or make them out to be more than they were. She didn’t want to be accused of freaking out over nothing. Men didn’t always get how vulnerable it could feel sometimes, being a woman. 

Dean nodded. “Okay, can I see the letters?”

Lily paused. “Oh, no I um…I left the bad letters with the cops. I have some of the early ones at home, but…”

Dean stood up and opened his belt and the button at his waist. Lily was about to start screeching when he started tucking his shirt into his pants. She was immediately relieved but stood up. 

“Look, I’m not sure this was a good idea. You know, I’m probably freaking out over nothing. I’ll go and you-”

“No you’re not.” Dean said as he tightened his belt and then grabbed the leather shoulder holster that hung on the coat rack. He spoke as he buckled it into place. 

“You know it’s not nothing. That’s why you’re here. You went to the cops and they did nothing, you came here on a whim, and you stayed in spite of the fact that I was hungover and let’s face it, pretty unprofessional.”

Lily listened to his explanation, slightly dumbfounded. Dean walked over to a small safe that sat on the table, and used his thumbprint to open it. He pulled out a beautifully detailed, silver etched pistol, with a pearl grip, and slid it into place as he continued.

“So, now you’re gonna drive us to your place so I can take a look at those other letters.”

Lily laughed a little wildly, completely off balance. “Um, no I’m not. I don’t even know you. I’m not letting a strange man with a gun into my house.” She said pointing at the lethal weapon that sat comfortably beneath his arm. 

Dean grabbed the suit jacket off the coat rack and shrugged into it, hiding the gun away. “Yeah, you will, wanna know how I know?”

Lily crossed her arms over her chest. “No, I don’t care what you think you know.”

“You’re scared.” Dean said over the end of her sentence. “More scared than you’ve admitted to anyone so far.”

Lily shook her head, denying his accuracy, but he pushed on, walking to her slowly. “And you’re embarrassed because when the first letters came, you liked them. You found comfort in them. They made you think that maybe there was still life in your career that has been stagnant for a while.”

Lily frowned and started to object, but Dean cut her off. “And then the letters got a little more personal, they started to make you feel a bit uncomfortable. They were too familiar for a stranger. But you convinced yourself they were still harmless, he was just being nice.”

He stopped in front of her and she couldn’t help but look up into his slightly hypnotizing gaze as he continued. “Then came the letters that made you know he wasn’t harmless, that told you you needed help. They were scary, they knew something they shouldn’t.”

Lily nodded, tears inexplicably filling her eyes; her voice was soft, almost a whisper. “He mentioned a painting in my bedroom.” She shook her head. “There’s no way he should know about that. I’ve only lived in the house a year or so, and I haven’t had anyone into my…” She blushed at what her confession would reveal about her love life. “No one has been in my bedroom except me.”

Dean nodded. “And now, you don’t want to go home at the end of the day. In fact your home has begun to feel hostile and unsafe.”

Lily dashed away her tears, embarrassed by them. “I’m always afraid I’m gonna open the door and…” She trailed off, frowning up at Dean Winchester’s perfect face. “How do you know all this?”

“Because I’ve dealt with assholes like this dozens of times in the last six years. I told you, they’re always cowards, and I’ll tell you something else, in the interest of being straight with you.” He paused. “These guys don’t just go away. They don’t get bored and fade back into obscurity. He’ll just keep trying to get closer to you.”

Lily shivered and Dean reached out a hand to cup her shoulder. “Now do you wanna hear the good part?” She nodded. “I’m really good at catching them. So, I’m gonna go to your house now. I’m gonna walk around and look in all the nooks and crannies and make sure there isn’t any kind of unwanted surveillance-”

“Oh god!” Lily gasped. “I hadn’t even thought of that.”

Dean just continued. “And then I’m gonna look at those letters and we’ll figure out a game plan.”

Lily sighed deeply, admitting that for whatever reason, she did feel safe with Dean, and thought she’d feel safer at home after he checked things over at her house. So she nodded and then frowned. 

“Wait, I don’t know what you’re charging me for all of this.”

Dean gave a slight grin and Lily noticed it made his face look a little younger. “Don’t worry, I know you must be running outta that Cobra Strike Team money, so I’ll go easy.”

Lily eyeballed him. “Ha. Ha.”

Dean’s smile grew a bit wider. “Come on Lieutenant Crosby, lead the way.”

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[underthewaterlily]

Description: Reader gets hit with a spell that's making her say silly things.

Warnings: None! This is a platonic, silly, found family Drabble with you and the Winchesters!

A/N: I typed this up last night in a sleepy haze. this is very stupid and very silly, but it's so fluffy and cute, I just had to post it!

….

“If I were a fruit, I would be a strawberry.”

“what?” dean looked at you confused by what you were saying but not exactly surprised because this had been the 100th crazy thing you’ve said in the last hour.

“you heard me. I would be a strawberry.” you confirmed.

Dean doesn’t say anything, unsure of what to do with your fruit identity. You had been affected by magic and were saying weird things left and right.

While on a witch hunt with the boys you got hit with a spell that was making you act ridiculous. you were acting drunk without actually being drunk.

Sam was out at the library researching for a way to reverse the spell while dean stayed with you at the motel to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid.

when he looked back at you, you were staring at him really hard like “trying to look into your soul” hard. what on earth were you doing?

“if you were a fruit…” you paused for dramatic effect placing your pointer finger on his nose “you would he an apple.”

Okay now that actually made him laugh. He moved your finger off his nose. “why am i the most boring fruit?”

you looked genuinely offended at that comment. how dare he insult himself AND apples!?

“They’re not boring. They’re dependable. Apples are very dependable and so are you.”

He would almost be touched by the compliment if he hadn’t been reminded with your fit of giggles that you were cursed and delirious.

just then the phone rang.

“Sammy?”

“Yeah, Dean according to this book on witchcraft the spell should wear off after a couple hours.”

“any other side effects?” Dean asked

“No, but her delirious state is only gonna get worse as time goes on”

dean sighs into the phone “yeah that checks out”

“Wait! Dean! i just thought of something!” you interrupted their phone call

Dean already had an idea of what you were about to say. dean grumbled “do you want the phone?”

you nodded excitedly

he held out the phone to you and you snatched it up

“Hey sammy!” you basically yelled into the phone, no longer aware of your own volume.

you dont give him a chance to reply when you start whispering into the phone like youre sharing a silly secret.

“Guess what… if you were a fruit… you would be a blueberry” you could hardly manage to get the words out in between your laughter

“thats… nice” sam decided rather than teasing you he would be polite considering your situation.

“And i said that i was a strawberry and dean was an apple.” you informed him

“and i think we should all be baked into a pie together.”

Dean blinked at you with bewilderment

“oh-kay i think thats enough phone time for you…” dean grabs then phone back and put it to his ear “yeah Sammy don’t be in to much of a rush to get back when you do shes going to try and shove us all into pie crust.”

that earned a laugh from both sam and you.

It was a very silly analogy, but the boys shared your sentiment, even if they would never admit it. It was just a strawberry, an apple, and a blueberry against the world.

[thespianwordnerd]

So was anyone going to tell me there was a badass country song literally about supernatural/Dean Winchester (I'm serious it is just listen trust me) or was I just supposed to discover that after Beyoncé released Blackbiird??

[milfbro]

Objective ranking of spn seasons I've watched so far: 3 > 2 > 4 > 1

(and I suspect 5 will be worse than 4 but I'm only a third of the way through)

[cliveguy]

concept of superntural film is so horrible imagine they do coconuts and youre in public

[angelkurenai]

Knight in shining armor - Dean Winchester x Reader (Knight/Princess AU)

Title: Knight in shining armor

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 2,737

Warnings: None

Original imagine: AU. Imagine being a princess and falling in love with one of your father’s knights, Dean Winchester, although you are forbidden to.

A/N:  Alright, so in the beginning I was really excited about this one but now I'm really nervous and unsure. Please, I really want to know your opinion about this and if you'd be interested in more! It's really important for me! I really wanna know if you want more and/or what you think if you don’t have a problem!

The constant knocking on your door made you groan in frustration. You covered your head with the blankets but no change was made nonetheless. The knocking only continued and you found yourself cursing under your breath at whoever it was- Well, you had a pretty good idea as to who it was but that did not make you want to open the door anyway. "My princess, it's time for you to get up" yep and sure as hell you heard Anna's, rather cheerful (considering the time of the day), voice say from the other side of the door. With another groan you pulled the covers off your head and glared daggers at the still closed door. It was still closed and Anna had not entered yet because you had told her so a while ago. Many times for that matter. She had this tendency, like every other maid in the castle, to just barge in after a few knocks and pull the curtains open to let the light get in even if you still were asleep. She had done this many times before and every time you were grumpy for the rest of the day just because you had been woken up abruptly. After a while you've had enough and told her that if she wanted to get into your room then she should wait for you to tell her so. "Come in Anna" you said, running a hand through your hair to comb them just a little bit. Without even-so-waiting for you to tell her a second time she opened the door and came inside in a rush, a few more maids accompanying her as usual. And, as expected, she immediately made you get up and they all started treating you like the princess you were. Princess. When you were younger you clearly remember longing for all of this, or well sort of. You longed for the big fluffy dresses, the tiaras, the balls and dancing there with a prince. It all seemed so perfect in your childlike eyes and up to a point they were. But you actually got to realize there was a bitter part to all of these. Being the princess - the only one at that, since your were the king's and queen's only child - had its perks but it definitely had its downsides as well. There were moments that you felt as if you were being suppressed or where under restriction. That you could not be who you wanted to, that you were not free or allowed to express yourself openly. You found yourself all the time following some sort of rule that in your opinion was actually stupid. Being the kingdom's only princess also meant that everybody else had high expectations of you and that actually was something that scared you. You never thought that you were good enough and you always believed that you were going to end up disappointing them. Sure you wanted some day to be a great queen, just like your mother, but you always felt that you were going to do something and screw it all up. It scared you and you were actually afraid to even admit it. Everybody just expected you to take up after your parents and actually be as good as them but you knew that no matter how much you tried you were not going to, because, simply, you were not them. You were justyou. Princess. That was a title you had come to loath at some point of your life. You found it hard, almost impossible, to cope with all of the 'must's and 'must not's. How could you? It was hard as it was to be in the royal family but at the same time being a princess  - the only one let's not forget - was much harder. You remember your childhood being normal, as much as it could be with having five servants all to yourself - what kind of normal kid did? But when you started getting older that's when the problems began. Not only when you could not see eye to eye with your father, no. You were not going to deny that you usually argued for some matters but you knew that he cared for you and loved you just like you did. But it was also your behavior at times that caused trouble. It was - as your father would usually say - inappropriate for you to behave like some common girl when you were a princess. Who could blame you, though? All those rules and restrictions got on your nerves at some point. There were moments that you felt as if you could not breath. Like now for example. "Ow" you groaned and huffed as one of the maids tightened even more - if possible - the corset around you. "My apologies, princess" she murmured. "No, it's ok. Just- just loosen it up a little bit. I can't breath" you managed to say and immediately let out a sigh of relief as you felt her do as you told her. "A lot better" you breathed out. "You came earlier today" you noted as the maids helped you put your dress on. "Yes, well the queen asked for you to get up earlier because she wanted to talk with you" Anna was quick to reply. "Mom? Why? Did she tell you what it was about?" you frowned at her words. "No, princess. But she told me to escort you to her once you were ready because she had something very important to tell you. I do not know any more details, though. She said that you will discuss that over breakfast" she said and you gave her a small nod. "It's probably about dad's return" you muttered. "It could probably be. Our king has been gone for over a year now. You must miss him" she said and you nodded at her words again. "Yeah" you said with a small smile. It was true that your father was gone for over a year now. He was in France fighting to take over some places there. You didn't know much, other than the fact that he was actually helping a friend of his. In the beginning it was supposed to be just a few battles but it soon turned into a war and your dad had to stay there longer than needed. He would send you letters, that of course came to you later than he had written them, and let you know how he was but neither you nor your mother would stop worrying about him. He had his knights with him, the most skillful ones and the ones that you knew would protect him with their own lives, but you couldn't help the worry that itched inside you when you got to think where he was. When the letter of him telling you that they had succeeded in winning came to you, you felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders. He was your father and you loved him, no matter what. The letter had come to you just a week ago as he - and you - had guessed he would be back by today. That did not only mean that you would to see him again - you were definitely happy about that - but that you would also have to help your mother in the organization of the celebration in favor of their victory. Well, at least it wouldn't be a ball that you would have to attend either you wanted or not. Sure they were fun sometimes but after a point they just got boring. Therefore you were happy to know that the 'feast' your mother was talking about was a luxurious meal for the royal members of the family and of course your father's most trusted knights - that were the ones that were always by his side as well. "Alright, we're done princess" Anna said with a smile and looking at yourself in the mirror you gave her a small approving nod. "We better get going. Don't want the queen waiting for long" she said again and you only gave her a small nod as you made your way to the door. After giving a few instructions to the rest of the maids on cleaning your room she came to you and you both made your way the King's and Queen's royal chambers. ~~~ "Would you like anything else, my Queen?" the older maid asked, bowing respectively in front of your mother. "No, no everything is fine. I don't want to tire you anymore" your mother replied with a smile. "Oh but you are not tiring me my queen. It is my pleasure to serve you. It has always been." she replied ever so kindly. And it was the truth. All of the servants - well, at least most of them - loved you parents, your mother most, because they were not like other kings and queens. They were both thoughtful of their well-beings and cared about them despite the fact that they were just their servants. "I know, dear. But I believe it is time for you to relax for a little bit. Do not worry, I am going to be fine." your mother said and with a final smile and bow she, along with the rest of the maids, were out of the room. Leaving just you and your mother alone. You let out a small sigh of relief once everybody was out of the room and relaxed. Your body was stiff and straight just a few moments ago but now that it was just you and your mother you knew that you did not have to pretend. "So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" you asked as you both took a seat on the chairs next to the table that had been set up for the two of you on the balcony for your breakfast. "Is it about dad coming back today? Is something wrong with the preparations we did?" you asked again and she shook her head. "No, no. It's not that. Everything is alright and set up for your father's arrival. It's just..." she trailed off, looking down at her food. "Mom? What is it? Did something happen?" "No, no dear. It's just that... it's your birthday's in two weeks." she said and you gave her a reluctant nod. "Yes, I am very much aware of that. I just don't understand what your point is" "Well, my point is that- Honey, you become 23 in just a couple days and..." she trailed off once again. "And?" you asked. "And you have yet to find a prince to marry" she said and you immediately groaned. "Not you too, mom" "I know, I know and I'm sorry dear. I know I sound like your father but don't you think it is time for you to find a prince and have a family? The normal is for you to be married at your 19th birthday yet we've put off that wedding for a long time" she said voice-ever-so-calm. "Well, yes that is the norm but I've told you mom. I don't want to marry someone just because that's what you or everybody else expects me to do. I want to get married to someone that I will love. To someone that I will know well before I take the decision to spend the rest of my life with. Because I actually want to be happy. And, yes, I know that when you were my age you already were married to dad, in love and happy but don't forget that you knew him for a long while before you got married and had feelings for him. Don't expect me now to just say yes to marrying someone just because that's what I am expected to do" you said and let out a sigh. "Oh I know, honey. And I absolutely support you. That's why I'm not forcing someone on you. I was just saying. Your father and I are getting older and older with each day passing. Soon we won't be able to rule the kingdom as we did and you will have to take over. You need a man by your side to do so in the right way" she put a comforting hand on top of yours. "I know mom, but please- I- I don't want to talk about it. Not until I know that there is someone that I have feelings for- that I truly love." you muttered and after giving you a silent nod you both proceeded to eat your breakfast in peace. A peace that did not last long and was soon broken by the trumpets being heard. "The King, my ladies! The King has returned!" one of the messengers came quickly through the door and straight to you. "Dad" you breathed out with a smile. An even bigger one appeared on your mother's face as you both quickly got up and rushed out of the room. You rushed down the corridors and ran down the marble stairs to make your way as fast as possible towards him. And of course having picked up your rather long dresses to not trip over. You both ran as fast as you could towards the now opened big doors of he castle to see the cheering crowd outside, clapping at your father and the rest of his soldiers as they walked through them on top of their horses. Your father on top of his white one stood out as he was on the front, in between two of his, as you guessed, most trusted knights. A bright smile was on his face as he waved at the cheering crowd, big smiles were on their faces as well. You couldn't help but smile and giggle just slightly, clapping along with the rest of them, in a way of trying to congratulate your father and the rest of his soldiers for making it out not only alive but victorious as well. Your eyes were focused on your father for a long while, as much as you could see him because he was still quite far away but the more close they all got the more clearly you could see him... and the person next to him. He had his head bowed in the beginning but you could see a smile playing on his lips. It only got bigger as, once he looked up and around the crowd, he looked ahead of him and right at you. The grin disappeared and in its place you saw a much softer one, not the playful one that was before. He was certainly something unique, you had never seen a man like him before and that said something with all the princess your parents had brought over to you to meet while trying to get you married to one of them. They could not compare to this man. Not even in the slightest bit. His eyes held something in them that you wanted more than anything to be able to know. He looked broken but at the same time you could see a surprisingly interesting and captivating glint in his eyes that just made you want to know him more. There was something about the way he carried himself- or well, the way he stood on top of his horse. The closer he got the more you got to study his features. Short, dirty blond and slightly spiky hair, strong jaw and full lips. Skin slightly tanned, a few wounds visible and a little dirt as well but you guessed it was just because he had not had time to clean properly. His green eyes were the ones that managed to capture your attention. Staring so intensely into yours that it felt as if he was trying to read you. A look of awe was on his face as if he was looking something that he had never seen before and truly found astounding. The thing was, he was looking at you. And it did something to you that had never happened before. He made your heart skip a beat. Your breath hitched on your throat as you felt yourself captivated by the stranger's (at least to you) gaze. No, you were actually captivated by... him. Well, this was definitely something new.

Part 2

[best-imagines]

You "Really Dean?"

Dean "Well we're gonna need one and it's something we'll get use out of. Plus we broke our other one"

[hahahahahangst]

IMAGINE: Sam and Dean Winchester as kids playing at Bobby's.

[supernatural---imagines]

Shot for a Stranger (Dean imagine)

You are staying in the same motel as Sam and Dean (you aren’t a hunter and don’t know them, you’re just staying at the motel while in town for your job). You and Dean leave the motel room at the same time. Gordon is on the roof of a nearby building with a rife, waiting to take out Dean so he wont get in his way of killing Sam. You see him on the roof and push dean out of the way, taking the bullet for dean. the rest could be how they deal with Gordon, dean fluff, and dean patching you up. :)

How about one where you (civillian, dont know who dean is) get shot for him and he stitches you up, and the whole time theres loads of like sexual tensionn? thanks xx

I am sorry for the really really long wait, but tbh i had no motivation to do this until yesterday and i was like, I need to try and do some of the old requests. Not as much chasing Gordon as i wanted but after deano patching y/n up, the story would have been too long. Hope you like it anyway. X

You were staying in a disgusting motel, for work. You had to close a business deal near by and this was the only accommodation available for you. You were walking around the room, inspecting it. You could smell damp but couldn’t pinpoint the section it was in. You traced your finger along the top of the hanging mirror above the bed, and looked at the thick layer of dust that was now on the top of your finger. You pushed the mirror slightly and found the source of the smell. You now realised that the mirror had been placed very tactfully. This room was revolting, and you didn’t wan to be in it any longer. You decided to go for a nosey around the town, and return just to go to sleep. You pocketed the door key, and left the room. You looked to your left and saw the room two doors down from yours opening their door. You looked to the right, and saw the street, your eyes scanned along the names of the shops, to see if any of them were of interest to you. You noticed on top of one of the roofs there was a man, with a sniper rifle, aimed towards either you, or the general direction of you. "Shit" You whispered, and just as you were about to walk back in to your room, you saw his aim move along. You turned to see a man walking round to the back of his car. You looked back up at the man on the roof and realised he was aiming at the man by his car. "WATCH OUT!" you shouted, running over to the man, and pushed him down, just as the other man fired and the bullet grazed your upper arm. "Oh my god" You said out of pure shock, you touched your wound, then dropped to the ground, blacking out. The man scrambled to his feet, searching for an the person who had attempted to shoot him. He caught the man darting across the flat roof and over to the other side, where the ladder to get down presumably was "Gordon" He mumbled. He got ready to run, then he looked down at his feet, where you were laying. Remembering that his brother wasn’t in, he couldn’t leave you. He bent down, an scooped you up, putting one arm under the back of your knees, and the other across the top of your back. He carried you in to his room, which was just as appalling as your own. He lay you down on the bed, and sat on the arm chair on his phone,waiting for you to wake up. You blinked your eyes open, and sat up on the bed, the pain from your bullet wound only kicking in now. "AHH! What the fuck" You winced, putting your hand over your injury. "Are you alright?" The man asked, getting off his seat and slowly walking towards you. "I got shot, of course I’m not. Why didn’t you take me to the emergency room?" "Because…you would have made a statement after" "I didn’t just save a criminal from the cops did I?" "Not exactly…" "Alright, well, i’m in crippling pain so take me to a hospital, unless you have intentions to fix me yourself" The man awkwardly cleared his throat. "Actually that was my plan" He admitted "Dude! I don’t even know your name. Please drive me to the hospital" "I’m Dean Winchester" "What do you work as?"

"I’m a Hunter" Dean said, not being to specific. "Ever been shot?" You interrogated,trying to find out every detail of this man. "More than you would believe. My brother too, who isn’t here. I stitch him up all the time" "I don’t believe you" Dean sighed, and lifted up his t-shirt, he pointed to a scar across his stomach, and a bullet wound along his hip. You didn’t take any notice of his scars, and focused on his body. You chewed down on your bottom lip. Dean lifted his shirt up higher, revealing another scar across his peck, and also a tattoo. You crossed your legs, just looking at the man frustrated you. He tried to ignore your actions, and pulled his shirt back down. "See? lots of scars, and stitched them myself" "ah- yes. Yes, lots of…lots of scars. Ok go" You stuttered, only noticing now how beautiful the man in front of you was, the fact that he had just shown you his gorgeous body didn’t help. You took off your jacket, and attempted to roll the sleeves of your long sleeved shirt up, but it wouldn’t go past your elbow. "Do you mind if i take it off?" You asked. "If it wont roll up, there’s no other way is there?" You tried to move your arm to unbutton your shirt, but it hurt too much. You fiddled with the buttons one handed, but made barley no progress after 2 full minutes. "Can you?" You asked nervously. Dean nodded, and sat on the edge of the bed, you moved your legs over so he could sit comfortably. He started at the second button, and was having trouble too. He sat froward, to get a better look at the buttons. As your shirt fell open, you felt his hot breath on your chest, and it drove you crazy. You sighed accidentally letting out a quiet moan, as his hand grazed your breast, then rested against it to open the rest of the buttons. He looked up at you with a cheeky grin "Arm is killing me" You sweated, you hadn’t done a very good job at concealing how hot you found this man. He opened he last one, and gently took your shirt off, eyes goggling at the sight of your breast that were barley containing in a bra that was too small, thanks to the woman in the shop who fitted you. This was probably the first time you didn’t care that a guy you didn’t know was staring at your boobs. "ok, um..Stitches" Dean snapped himself out of his daze, then reached under the bed where he pulled a duffel bag out, and retrieved a small first aid kit from. He got a needle and a thread of sorts. He wasted no time in stitching up your wound, trying to get it done as fast as possible. After, he poured some liquor on it, that he also pulled out of his bag. "Gimme" You demanded, like a baby wanting its bottle. He handed you the alcohol and you took a swig, sucking in your breath through your teeth at the unexpected strength of the drink. "Thank you, Dean. I must say your faster than A&E but I don’t think as clean and sanitary" "Are you alright?" "It hurts like a bitch" Dean nodded and handed you two pain killers. You put your shirt back on, and stayed beside Dean on the bed. Your eyes scanned over his features, his freckled nose, beautiful green eyes, lush lips. Your tongue was subconsciously running over your lips at the sight of this man. He was studding you too, and was bound to notice. He leaned forward, ready to kiss you. You puckered your lips and leaned towards him, just as your lips met, the window shattered. Dean pushed you down, and you both dropped to the ground. You clung to him, cuddling into his chest. He put his arm around you and kept you down for a moment as his other hand paused at his back, ready to draw his gun out if anyone came through the door. After a couple of minutes, nobody came through, Dean put his other arm around your back, keeping you tight to him. "Who is that?" You said frightened to death. "Nobody important" Dean stood up and helped you get up, then dusted the glass off your hair and his own. "I have to go after him, if he doesn’t get me he’ll go after my brother" Dean said heading towards the door. You followed him, turning him around and pressing your lips to his for just a brief second. "Be safe. I’d love to get to know you better" "I won’t protest if you are here when i get back" "Ok" You smiled, then watched as Dean slammed the door and started sprinting in the general direction of the shots that were fired last time. "Room 12, Knock on my door when you get back X" You left Dean a note, not feeling safe in his room, but still wanting to see him again. You wandered back to your own room, thinking about Dean. You had never worried about a man you had just met in your life. You sat down on your own bed thinking about Dean’s well being, you just hoped he came back safe.

[thisissorandomspnimagines]

Give Her Back pt 2

It’d been roughly three weeks since you’d been possessed by a demon, and escaped the confines if the bunker. You were now across the country sitting in some dive bar in California.

“Hey doll can I get you a drink?” A tall man asked approaching you in a shirt he must’ve picked out in the children’s section from some clothing department.

“No thanks.” You grunted focusing back on your drink.

“Come on you’ve been coming Herr for a week now.” He stated spinning your stool around to face him. You sighed standing up heading towards the door. But the patron only followed you now angered by your rebuttal his large hands gripping your shoulder you tensed for a moment, before quickly turning throwing him on the ground with a speed that could only be rivaled by an angel. The car quieted as you exited.

“Y/N?” A familiar gravelly voice called from the far end of the parking lot.

“I was starting to think you’d given up on your beloved meatsuit.” You purred facing the angel.

“I want my wife back.” He replied making a b-line in your direction.

“And here I thought you liked demons,you were always running around with Meg.” You stated a mischievous smirk playing on your lips.

“She was different.” Cas grunted grabbing you by the arm.

“Careful now you wouldn’t want to hurt her or your unborn child.” You stated with a coy smile, you smiled as you watched the angels gaze falter for a moment.

“You-she is pregnant?” Case asked to himself his voice low. You took the opportunity with the angels guard down to send him across the parking lot. Gravel crunched under your boots as you sauntered towards the angel grabbing him by the throat.

“You know I'm really enjoying this suit there are so many perks." You grinned. 

"Hey you forget about us?" Sam asked, you turned to meet his gaze but Dean blindsided you with a splash of holy water to your face, you stumbled backwards releasing Cas from your grip.,

"Don't hurt her she's pregnant." Cas shouted at the brothers as Sam took advantage of your temporary disorientation to handcuff you.

"Demon's lie Cas." Dean stated eyeing you as Sam lead you to the backseat of the Impala. 

Once you'd arrived at the bunker you were taken straight to the dungeon. 

"You guys aren't going to try your little blood cure, I mean you could kill her and the baby." you sighed looking at the men. 

"No we got something else." Sam huffed from across the room. 

"Hello love I heard you've been causing quite the headache." The king of hell purred, as he sauntered into the dungeon.

"You told on me to Crowley." you sighed rolling  your eyes. 

"Fun time is over time to come out." Crowley sighed walking towards you. 

"This might get a little....rough and you may want to leave the room." Crowley continued his eyes finally resting upon Castiel. His body rigid as Sam and Dean lead him into the hall. 

- SEVERAL HOURS LATER-

"Well boys the deed is done." Crowley stated walking into the hall, at the words Cas pushed past the demon walking into the room, you were lying unconscious and covered in a thin layer of sweat on the floor. 

"Y/N!" Cas called touching your face scanning your figure for any injuries. Cas then carried you to your shared bedroom. After what seemed like hours you'd finally awoken. 

"Cas?" you called your throat dry, as if on cue he was at your side. His large calloused hands resting on your forehead.

"I'm sorry." you mumbled pressing your forehead closer to his hand. 

"Don't be, I should've went on that hunt with you." Cas said pulling you closer to him. You could feel your body weaken against his touch. 

"Do you wish to talk about it?" Cas asked pulling away his eyes locking onto yours. You shook your head no, Cas nodded pulling off his trench coat climbing into the bed pulling you into his arms. 

"I have missed this....you greatly." Cas whispered into your hair. You nodded leaning into his body soaking in his very presence. 

"I did not know you were pregnant." Cas finally spoke breaking the comfortable silence. 

"What?" you asked sitting up.

"You are about four weeks." Cas stated pulling you back towards him. 

"Our unborn child is healthy." Cas finished before you could even ask about the health of your baby, you only nodded in response. 

"I didn't mean to hurt you guys, and all those things I said, I didn't mean it I just I had no control it was like I was watching myself do all of these horrible things and there was nothing I could do." You replied your voice low just barley above a whisper. 

"I understand that you feel guilt over what has happened, but you aren't at fault Sam, Dean and I don't blame you for anything we are just glad you both are okay." Cas stated running his fingers through hair trying his best to soothe you. You laid there in the dark, enjoying the silence that had settled once again between you two. 

"Try and rest." Cas said softly after a moment. 

"I'll try." you mumbled turning to face him, you could feel him pulling you closer your head resting on chest as a soft sigh escaped from your lips, closing your eyes enjoying his scent. 

[best-imagines]

[angelkurenai]

Friends after all - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 18 (Sneak Peek)

So, you don’t get hit by a car obviously but don’t be fooled! This sneak peek looks like a promising happy chapter but after all the tears are shed! And it’s a lot!

~~~

“Gosh please just stop!” he said a little over-dramatically and you laughed softly at him.

“Why don't ya make me moose?” you teased and unexpectedly he laughed even more.

Sure your drunk flirting was not something you were proud about. It was just you making a fool of yourself.

“Just when I thought you couldn't get any cuter.” he looked at you with a wide smile, almost talking to himself.

But you still caught it, and in your drunken state, you looked down sheepishly and said “Look who's talking.”

“What?” he breathed out, obviously having caught it.

“Nothing, never mind. I'm not completely drunk but some alcohol is still talking.” you shook your head, feeling your cheeks turn red.

“No. No you said something... You- (Y/n) you think I'm cute?” he raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his lips.

“...No?” it was so fake you wanted to kick yourself for it.

He laughed “(Y/n)...”

“Sam” you said just as seriously, trying not to let anything show.

“You just said you think I am cute.”

You scoffed “Pfff no!... Unless you're smiling, or laughing, or talking about your childhood, or talking about your job, or reading, or doing anything else with that huge body of yours that should be awkward but is actually insanely attractive and oh my gosh what the hell am I saying this out loud?!” you clapped your hands over your mouth, feeling your face burn hot.

He was clearly trying to hide his smile but failing majorly at it “...Really?” he breathed shyly.

“No! Of course not! Because you are incredibly hot when you wear those tight gray shirts as well!- Fuck what the hell am I saying?!” you groaned under your breath, shutting your eyes tightly and trying to hide your face behind your jacket.

“I told you coming with me was a terrible idea.” you grumbled, looking down at your feet.

~~~