and a solo by dean winchester

A drabble inspired by a song that came on the radio while I was driving home today.

Dean Winchester is a terrible singer.

Or at least, he pretends to be. And he pretends to be a terrible singer all the time.

More often than not, if they are in the Impala, Dean is singing. Loudly. Off key. Messing up the words and making odd sounds in attempts to sing along with the guitar solos.

Sam finds it incredibly irritating, because it loses it’s charm about five songs into any road trip and Dean just won’t stop, dancing around and drumming on the steering wheel as he drives, growling out dirty lyrics at the top of his lungs.

“Can’t you make him stop?” Sam asks Cas finally. “Withhold sex or something?”

Dean snorts a laugh. “Cas wouldn’t give up a second with this sweet ass just so I’ll stop singing. And didn’t you say we weren’t ever going to mention me and Cas having sex again?”

“Yeah, well. I’d deal with a conversation about my brother and my best friend getting it on if it meant you’d shut up.”

Cas stays silent. He’s learned his lesson about getting in the middle of these types of arguments.

Besides, he doesn’t mind Dean’s terrible singing.

Because Cas has heard Dean’s real singing voice. It happens sometimes when they’re driving alone, late at night, when everything is still and quiet and it feels like the whole world exists solely inside the metal frame of that car. The radio will land on a cheesy soft rock station, and Dean doesn’t bother to change the station, because that would mean pulling his hand away from Cas’, and well, that’s just unacceptable.

So instead, Dean will roll his eyes and leaves the station where it is. And then Cas hears it. The low, quiet humming that slowly turns into actual words. Deep and sultry, and much more on key than it ever is when the sun is up.

There’s one song in particular Dean sings to him, a soft ballad about “turning your angel eyes my way”. Cas knows the general public probably thinks it’s saccharin and a little cliche, but he loves it. He wants to answer the questions Dean sings, to tell him exactly what he did to win Cas’ love. But he also doesn’t want his own voice to interrupt, so he never does. He just listens, lets Dean’s voice flow through him until he’s dizzy with it.

Dean and Sam continue to argue, but this is one fight Cas can’t help Sam win.

He wouldn’t mind if Dean sang every minute of the day.

Stay in Touch

Summary: When the Reader goes on a solo hunt, her and Dean text on a regular basis
: DeanxReader
: 1430
: Fluffy Fluff to begin with… then… well, then there’s angt
AN: This is something kinda different from my other fics, and I LOVED writing it!!! It was seriously a LOAD of fun to write!!! I may do something similar in the future, because really… year. Loved it!  XD
I’ve also never written in front of a Live Audience before… @poemwriter98 and @idreamofhazel, I hope you guys enjoyed yourself! And Thanks so much for all your help and feedback!!!  :D
Constructive Criticism Welcome!!!

Messages from the Reader start with ‘-’
Messages from Dean’s Phone start with ‘~’
This fic is kinda from Dean’s Phone’s POV?? It should make sense when you read it…


Oct 14th
Missed call: this person/number called at 20.47 on Oct 14th, but left no message.

- Hey Dean!
Just letting you know I got into town ok, considering you just ignored my call… rude!
I’m tired, and am gunna get some sleep before tackling the case… the drive was too long! Especially since I didn’t have your dumb ass keeping me company  :p

~ hey sweetheart. bit early for bed, ain’t it? and excuse you, I’m a delight to be around. i bet it was my amazing singing you missed, right?

- Don’t be a jackass, I just drove halfway across the country with nothing but toilet breaks and food stops. I’m tired! And if I’m being honest, it’s not your vocal skills I’m missing right now…

~ uh huh… i miss you too. but it’s only a small hunt, you’ll be home before you know it. and we ain’t leaving the bedroom for at least a day.

- Is that a promise, Winchester?

~ definitely a promise

- Good… I’ll hold you to that  ;)
Love you  xxx

~ night, baby. love you too

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“Isn’t he just amazing?” You breathed, falling more and more for the guy you grew up watching.

Dean rolled his eyes, and let out a huff. “He’s okay. Bet he wouldn’t last a day in our world.”

You ignored his statement, and walked over to Han.

“So how do you know what button is what?” You asked, looking over the panel.

He let out a chuckle, and flashed a soft yet captivating smile. “I can show you. Teach you, if you’d like sweetheart.” He threw you a wink.

You could fee the blood rush up to your cheeks from the way he called you sweetheart. “I’d love that.” You smiled.

Dean groaned, watching you drool over him like he was some shiny treasure.

“Don’t look too hard Dean, I can see you skin turning green.” Sam teased.

Dean snarled at his brother, and sat with him and Luke. “Shut up. If I remember correctly, that Han guy ends up with the princess. Which means, Y/N is out of luck.”

Sam shrugged his shoulders, and raised his eye brows, turning his gaze over to you. “I don’t know Dean, they look pretty cozy.”

Old Time Rock N Roll

This is my entry for @deanwinchester-af 25 songs challenge. My song prompt was Old Time Rock N Roll by Bob Seger. My beta was the lovely, talented @inmysparetime0. Tags are below the cut, if I have wrongly tagged you please let me know asap so I can remove asap :) I have used the tagging lists provided by @mrswhozeewhatsis and the SPN Fanfic Pond.

Summary: Dean comes back from a solo hunt to see his girlfriend and brother, messing around without him and he gets jealous, can his girlfriend convince him that everything was innocent fun?

Warnings: Some cussing, small mention of sex, angst, fluff.

Word count: 1315.

Originally posted by themalificentsnipe

Dean walked into the Bunker carrying his duffel bag, after coming back from a solo hunt. He was exhausted, hunting a Werewolf by yourself was never an easy task but Sam had wanted to stay at the Bunker, claiming he wasn’t feeling well and Y/N was away on a hunt when he left, so he had no choice but to go alone. He had managed to get the hunt wrapped up early and with minimal injuries so he had driven through the night to get back to the Bunker. He wanted to check on Sam and wait for you to get home safely.

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Three Years Gone

Prompt: “If you don’t shut up, I will shoot you”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1296

Beta: The magical  @impala-dreamer

Warnings: Nada

A/N: 100 follower celebration!


Originally posted by lokiandthorblr

You heard a knock at the door and pulled your gun out, holding it to the door as you opened it. You looked into the eyes of the green eyed hunter and immediately your brain flashed back to three years ago.

You came back from a solo hunt to the foreclosed house you had been staying at for the past month with Sam and Dean. You took a solo salt and burn case while the boys took a suspected Banshee case. Walking in the house you found all your stuff packed in boxes. The place was emptied out, there was no evidence Sam or Dean was ever there.

You looked at your phone to call Dean to see what was up when you noticed you had a voicemail. You listened closely to Dean’s voice, “Y/N I cant have you around, I don’t love you anymore. Don’t try to find me, I changed my number and Sam’s.” Click. No explanation, no warning. Just ‘I don’t love you anymore.’

You swung the door wide open pointing the gun right at Dean’s head, narrowing your eyes.

Dean instantly put his hands up in defense, eyes wide, “Y/N, just…. put the gun down and let me explain”

You huffed and extended your arms more, “If you don’t shut up, I will shoot you”

Taking a confident step forward Dean said, “Come on Y/N, we both know you’re not gonna shoot me.”

You click the safety off, “Don’t be so sure buddy.”

Dean quickly stepped back, “Baby, put the gun down.”

Hearing him call you that made your blood boil. He gave up the right to call you that three years ago when he left. “You don’t get to call me that anymore. I have name, use it.”

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Prompt List 3-

Hey, everyone! This is for anyone who wants to request and doesn’t quite have an idea, or just wants to request a prompt! And just so you know, you can request your own prompt as well u.u

Supernatural, Star Wars, Marvel, Jacksepticeye, and Markiplier! (And of course any actors for those fandoms as well)

(P.s. All of these prompts are super cool to me so be sure to read through! Might find something you like!)

  1. “You think you know everything, don’t you?”
  2. “You’re going to love me. Watch, you’ll see.”
  3. “Wow, you’re getting pretty good at lying.” / “Wow, you’re pretty good at lying… But not good enough.”
  4. “Wherever you go, I will follow you.”
  5. “And what have we learned today?” “Not to mess you”
  6. “Are you drunk?”
  7. “There’s blood on my/your hands”
  8. “Could you be any louder”
  9. “I’ve never killed anyone before”
  10. “Don’t call me that!”
  11. “Please don’t make me socialize”
  12. “You’re supposed to talk me out of this”
  13. “That was a perfect example of how not to do things.”
  14. “If you want, we could go together?”
  15. “I have contemplated becoming a hermit”
  16. “It’s 8:30, I’ve got a hangover, and you’re annoying me.”
  17. “No one has a heart of stone”
  18. “So much for not getting involved”
  19. “I will if you will”
  20. “My nightmares are usually about losing you”
  21. “I didn’t intend to kiss you”
  22. “I didn’t lose it, I just misplaced it” “It wasn’t even yours!”
  23. “Prepare to be amazed”
  24. “I’d ask you to stay but I don’t like you”
  25. “Something about you makes me want to commit extreme violence”
  26. “You look like a monkey who’s been strategically shaved.”
  27. “Everything was fine, until you showed up.”
  28. “Can you just shut up for five minutes?”
  29. “Never mind, the moment’s gone.”
  30. “You’re an idiot. I’ve met smarter sandwiches.”
  31. “What are you doing in my house?”
  32. “I don’t know if I should kiss you or slap you.”
  33. “Why are you/we whispering?”
  34. “If you really loved me there wouldn’t be a choice.“
  35. “I think I made a mistake.”
  36. “Shut up, I am a delight!”
  37. “Now, just hold on a diddly darn minute.”
  38. “It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself.”
  39. “Come over here and make me”
  40. “Have you lost your damn mind?”
  41. “Do you… Well… I mean… I could give you a massage?”
  42. “Wait a minute, are you jealous?”
  43. “Wanna bet?”

Prompt Credit: 

@sincerelysaraahh, @write-the-love-story, @undiscoveredstory

A Tearful Reunion [Dean Winchester x Reader].

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators.

Requested By: @super-the-natural

Request: Hello again dear I saw that you wanted to write some Dean Winchester and this little idea came to my head so I was wondering if you could do a oneshot where the reader comes home from an extremely long solo hunt and she walks into the bunker, Dean sees her and breaks into tears cause they lost communication and just hugs the crap out of her and cries…just a very fluffy reunion. I understand if you do not accept my request since I sent one in not too long ago but yeah thank you dear💕 

A/N: Heya, lovely! We decided to write this fic together (Admin Kat & I): Sorry that it took forever for us to get this out, Admin Kat couldn’t think of anything to write when it first came out, so when I came onto the blog, we decided to make it a duo writing, so you get a taste of both of our writing! We truly enjoyed writing this one! We hope that it’s to your liking, sweetie. Thanks so much for your request and for the amazing chance for us to write this for you! Nevertheless, please enjoy!  - Admin Erika  💖 & Admin Kat 💟

Title: A Tearful Reunion [Dean Winchester x Reader].

Type of piece: One-shot

Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 1,635 words.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, vampires mentioned by name only. Intense freaking angst! Fluffy reunions! You’re probably gonna cry sorrynotsorry. We’ve probably forgotten something, so let me know if we have,sunshine’s!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural, but  Eric Kripke does!

  You sighed in total exhaustion, getting out of your car, your every muscle screaming in protest, journeying across the road to the bunker. To safety.

  All you wanted was to get into the shower and wash away the built up amount of dirt, grime and blood - and not all of it was yours, either -, that you had accumulated over the many weeks away upon your lonesome. The side of your head was generously caked in blood, from when you had killed a vampire and unfortunately been caught in the spray zone.

  As you neared the bunker, nerves palpitated within your gut; making you severely nauseous.

  A week into your hunt, your phone had fallen out of your pocket from a height while you’d been grappling with a ferocious vampire, and it had smashed into thousands of dainty pieces upon the concrete below. You had not even been able to afford the chance to buy a new one, nor did you have the funds necessary to use a payphone, or anything of the sort: And thus, you had lost complete communication with the boys, back home.

  You had been antsy over them, and you knew within the beating muscle within your chest that they had been concerned over you too; - if not, surely more than you. You hadn’t a clue where they were, what they had been up to for the generation of weeks that had flown by in agonizing anguish, or even if they were within the comforting confines of the bunker right in that moment. Sage and warm and okay.

  Getting inside, you shut the door with a soft click, allowing your bags to heave heftily onto the ground, and leaning comfortably against the door. Your whole body set itself into a bone-deep fatigue. You could not go a step further. Not with the burning ache that seared like an inferno all over your very being.

  “Hello?” you called into the pitch darkness, the hallway clearly unlit and every door closed. “Is anybody there?” it was a strangled croak, exhaustion overtaking you. ‘Where the hell are they?’ you pondered, calling out yet another greeting, hoping that this time, you would be heard.


  You scraped yourself from the doorway and ventured down the deeper than dark hallway, attempting to prepare yourself for anything.

  One of the doors was open just a crack, some light shining through it like the slither of hope, and you remained outside, your hand slowly leaving your side to push open the door without a sound.

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Damn You, Winchester

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1,877

Warnings: Dean being a little shit but other than that, none

Summary: Dean loves to play pranks on you. 

A/N: I am so sorry I didn’t upload a new fic yesterday. I was getting a new tattoo with my best friend! They were $13 for Friday the 13th!

Originally posted by mnkxv

You had just gotten back from a solo hunt and all you wanted to do was to take a hot shower and sleep for the next couple of days. You told Sam and Dean to stay home with this one because it was really a one man’s job and Sam and Dean really needed a break.

So you decided to take the heat for this one. You trudged into the Bunker and down the metal stairs. You saw Sam in the library from the next room over and smiled softly. Sam was your best friend and the person you could tell anything to.

Dean, on the other hand, was the man you had a massive crush on. Lately, it seems like he’s been picking on you because you were the easy target in the Bunker. He used to pick on Sam all the time until you came along and it seems like he became less and less interested in his baby brother and more and more interested into the new girl.

You dragged yourself into the library and smiled at Sam who looked at you. He immediately got up and checked you to see if you had any injuries. No matter if you tell them you were fine, they will always check. That is one of the reason why you love the brothers.

“Sam, I’m fine. Nothing I can’t handle.” You let out a breathy laugh and looked up at him.

“Good, I’m glad you’re back. You rest and get comfortable because for the next couple of days, we are stuck here. It seems like nothing new is popping up on the radar so be thankful of that.” He laughed.

“Thank Chuck. Alright, I’m going to go shower and then I’ll tell you all about how I kicked their ass.” You laughed and made your way to your room which luckily had its own bathroom attacked to it. You loved Sam and Dean to the bottom of your heart but it was nice to have something to call your own.

Constantly sharing with two thirty-year-old men is exhausting. You peeled off your clothes and stuck them in the hamper, grabbed a fresh towel for yourself. You never had to worry about Sam or Dean walking into your room without knocking first. That was one of the rules you laid out for them when you moved in. They respected you, you respected them.

You ended up taking 30 minutes when you usually took 10. The hot water relaxed your muscles and really made the tension in them go away. You stepped out, feeling refreshed. You wrapped your towel tightly around your body after semi-drying your hair.

You immediately went to your drawer that contained your bras, underwear, and socks. When you opened it, your eyes widened and you gasped.

“DEAN WINCHESTER, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE.” You couldn’t believe what that asshole did. The door opened to reveal said asshole with a smug grin on his face.

“Hey, you’re back. How was the hunt?” The little shit pretended like he had no idea why you called him in there.

“What the fuck did you do to my panties?” You helped up a few pair of cut up underwear.

“Why are you yelling at me? I did you a favor; you needed new ones anyways.” You growled out as you threw the wrecked panties at his face. He laughed and dodged them fairly easily.

“You are so buying me new ones. You are replacing every single pair you wrecked.” The man-child kept on laughing even as you threw a pillow at him. He held up his hands in defense as he nodded.

“Alright, alright, don’t get your panties in a twist.” You groaned out in frustration, ready to throw something at him but he left the room. You just would have to go panty-less for a couple of days.

Dean actually replaced your entire underwear set the very next day which you were proud of. You thought he would take his sweet time in doing so. The next day was a day off for you and the brothers so you decided to enjoy it while catching up on shows with your favorite candy ever: M&Ms.

You grabbed your bowl that you stashed away so that the boys wouldn’t eat it. You made your way to the makeshift living room where the TV was. This TV and the TV in Sam’s room were the only ones that had Netflix but you didn’t mind.

You got comfortable and tuned into your favorite show. You picked up a handful of M&Ms and shoved them into your mouth. You chewed happily until you tasted something off about them. You took some tissues that were lying around and spit them out, finally tasting the rainbow of skittles.

If there was one thing you hated, it was skittles. They were the worst of the worst and Dean knew it.

“DEAN!!!” You yelled out for him.

“Having trouble?” His head popped into the room moments later.

“You mixed skittles with my M&Ms?? Why would you do that? You know I hate skittles!” You accused him. He smirked, not even denying it was him.

“I thought you needed some flavor.” You growled and took a handful of the candy, throwing it directly at Dean. Some hit him and effortlessly bounced off of him and some hit the wall.

“You clean that up right now.” You set down the bowl and stomped into your room.

Dean has been getting on your nerves lately and you don’t know what’s crawled up his beautifully sculpted ass for him to act this way towards you. You weren’t really awake since it was 7 in the morning and you needed your coffee.

You knew Sam was up and probably already back from his run but you knew Dean was awake. He always likes to sleep in. Rarely ever is he up at 7 in the morning.

You walked into the kitchen and brewed yourself a fresh pot of coffee and waited while getting out the sugar and cream. A couple minutes later, you heard the coffee machine tell you that your coffee was ready and you grinned, taking the pot out and pouring yourself some coffee.

You poured in a generous amount of sugar and cream, stirring it up. Sam walked into the kitchen and smiled, his hair a little damp from the shower he took.

“I made you some coffee.” You took a sip of your own coffee.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Sam said but it was too late. You spit the coffee out all over the counter, glaring at the elder Winchester who walked into the kitchen.

“I thought you were asleep.” Sam said in confusion.

“I just had to see her take a sip of her coffee.” Dean let out a laugh. Even if his smile was gorgeous, you were getting sick and tired of his pranks.

“Fuck you.” You rolled your eyes and abandoned your coffee as you left the brothers to clean your mess up.

It’s been a few days since you came back from your hunt and Sam still hasn’t found a new one. You really wanted to help but you were afraid that Dean would mess with you in some way. For the most part, he left you alone but that only scared you more since he must be waiting for his big ‘masterpiece’.

You walked into the kitchen, ready to cook yourself something since you didn’t trust Dean to make your food. You got out the supplies you needed but realized you needed a measuring cup but when you went to go reach for it, it wasn’t there.

That fucker put it on the top shelf and you weren’t about to go find the step ladder to get it yourself. Sam was out of the Bunker doing Chuck knows what so you had no choice but to ask Dean for help.

“Dean?” You called out for him. It was like he was waiting for you to call for him because he was in the kitchen not a moment later.

“You called?” He smirked.

“First, screw you. Second, get that off the top shelf; I need it.” You crossed your arms and sent him a glare. He chuckled and made his way to you. Before you had a chance to move out of the way, he was already pushing his body into your front and reaching up to grab the item.

Even when he set it on the counter, he didn’t move from his place. He looked down into your eyes and just held your gaze.

“Th-thanks.” You gulped. All he did was wink at you and moved away from you so that every breath you took wasn’t filled with whiskey and gunpowder. You watched as he turned and left you to your devices.

You were very confused as to what kind of game Dean was playing. He’s never played this many pranks on you all at once. He never used to do this many at a time but you couldn’t seem to figure it out.

Currently, you were searching for a case with Dean because Sam was in the storage room looking for who knows what. You were peacefully looking at articles and trying to figure out if certain ones called out for your attention when Dean cleared his throat.

“What do you want, Dean?” You sighed without looking up from your laptop. You heard his chair scrape and saw a large frame take the seat next to you.

“You have something…” He trailed off. You sighed and looked up at him.

“If this is another one of your shit pranks, I don’t want to hear about it.” You saw him give you a small smile but he shook his head.

“What do I have?” You bit your lip and touched your face to see if you could feel something.

“Here, let me.” He cupped your cheek with his abnormally large hand and pulled you close. Your heart started racing and you didn’t know what was going to happen next. Your eyes danced across his but you couldn’t find yourself to look away. He kept pulling you closer until he pressed his lips against yours.

His lips were better than what you imagined them to be. He was a damn good kisser, knowing exactly how to take care of you. You’ve kissed a lot of guys in your day but none of them compare to the green eyed beauty.

You barely began to kiss him back before he pulled away.

“If that was a prank, its mean.” You whispered as you blushed and stared into his eyes.

“No, not a prank.” He smiled when you pressed your lips to his. You kissed him with more passion than before.

“Hey guys, so get this…” Sam started to say. He stopped short at what he saw before him. You pulled away when you heard Sam’s voice and blushed, hiding your face in Dean’s shoulder.

“What did you find, Sammy?” Dean turned his head to his younger brother.

“It can wait.” He rushed out and left you to be with Dean alone.

“Where were we?” He smirked and pressed his lips to yours.

Team Free Will going under cover to a Halloween Party where an unlikely trio of monsters are posing as party goers to prey on guests. Sam dressing as a dapper vampire count, Dean as a rock star, and Castiel dressing up as Han Solo.

To say the least, Dean and Cas both keep getting distracting ogling the other when they think they aren’t looking, and end up making out by the Impala while Sam picks through a bucket of candy and lets them.

Dean is born with a little seven etched into his skin, it looks like a strange birth mark, right over his hip bone. When he’s ten he compares it with the one Sam has, but Sam’s looks like a zero.

During a solo hunt when Dean is 23 he gets attacked by vampires, and they tear him apart. But when he wakes up, it’s in a hospital and there’s no scratch on him.

He walks away, not thinking about it. But the next time he showers, he realizes the seven is gone, and suddenly there’s a six written on his skin.

Dean is terrified. Not for himself, but for Sam. This is the reason Dean is always so eager to sacrifice himself for Sam.


Song Inspiration: “Unsteady” by X Ambassadors (Erich Lee Gravity Remix). Here is a link if you are interested: 

Summary: Dean and the reader go on a solo hunt, but things take a turn for the worse when they realize it’s not going to be as easy as they thought.

Word Count: 2,228

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: SPN violence and injury (Let me know if I should put anything else).

A/N: Second fic - Let me know what you think! Tags are at the bottom. I used the list the spnpond created of people who are okay with being tagged in certain things, but if you do not want to be tagged let me know! No hard feelings :) 

*Image from google*

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was supposed to have been an easy hunt. So easy that you had insisted on Sam and Cas staying at the bunker, claiming that you and Dean could handle it. The two of you hadn’t had much alone time lately, and you thought this type of hunt was the perfect excuse to have a fun weekend to yourselves. 

The case was only a town over so you’d gotten there fairly quick. The process of finding the nest had been even quicker, making it surprising that the local PD hadn’t tracked the murderers back to the farm house sooner. The vampires had practically left a trail of bread crumbs leading right to them. You had chalked it up to the fact that you and Dean simply had better experience when dealing with the supernatural and knowing what to look for. If only you had been as observant as you thought you were.

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Imagine Dean getting a worrying call from you late at night.

 "Woah Y/n, calm down. What’s wrong?“ Dean speaks softly. “You’re gonna h-hate me, but I w-went on a solo hunt. A-and I got hurt. Dean it’s really bad.” You explain in short breaths. “Okay, Y/n, stay on the phone with me. I’m on my way.” Dean panics and rushes to the impala, starting the engine.


When we started casting, we had archetypes in mind, which were Han Solo and Luke Skywalker. We were really looking for Sam to be empathetic, kind, and likable, and really the audience surrogate. The person who the audience would most see themselves as and really carry the story through their eyes. And that required a really unique likability. For Dean, we were looking for Han Solo. We were looking for devil-may-care, charismatic, a little rough around the edges, a little edgy, says things that are not always the kindest thing, as long as they’re funny. And that was really what we started out with. - Eric Kripke

Master List

So, we were all bored and decided to make a master list for y’all, thanks for reading!


Castiel x Reader
Solo Hunt

Dean x Reader
Milk And Kiddies P1
Milk And Kiddies P2
Rising Up
Drunken Research
It’s My World….No It’s Yours

Sam x Reader
Vengeful Spirit P1
Vengeful Spirit P2
The Mark On Me

Winchester Sibling
Bad Times P1


Peter Parker x Reader
Up North P1
Up North P2
Not So Perfect P1
Not So Perfect P2
Christmas Party

Avengers Cast x Reader
Messing Around

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Avengers x Reader
Babysitting Gone Wrong P1
Merry Christmas P1

Scott Lang x Reader
Imagine Your Scott’s Sister

SDMN vs YTAL Football (Soccer Match)
Creep - Lachlan Power
Relationship Q&A - Lachlan Power
Relationship Q&A P2 
Stress - Sidemen
Would You Rather - Jack Maynard

Avengers/Supernatural Crossover

Steve x Reader
Steve x Reader P2

Gotham P1
Gotham P2

Harry Potter

George Weasley x Reader
Death Eater P1
Death Eater P2
Death Eater P3
Death Eater P4

TOXIC WINTER SOLDIER (I couldn’t help it -mrsstankfa)