and his sass on the tardis

It Started With A Kiss

Summary: All the ways Dean loves to kiss you

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1018

Warnings: All the fluff

A/N: I’m actually super proud of this! Thanks to my grammar nazi and my poetic friend @idreamofhazel


A kiss is the most powerful thing a man can say. When Dean kisses you, he kisses you with such passion and fervor, like he can’t get enough out of you, like you’re going to slip away at any moment. Each kiss tells you something different. That’s the thing about Dean, he has an appreciation for a woman’s body like no other man you have met before.

When he first kissed you, it was by surprise. You had no idea Dean was even remotely attracted to you. You had been hunting with him and Sam for years and the man never once made a pass at you. But when he kissed you, there was no doubt in your mind that Dean Winchester loved you. The kiss wasn’t just a sign of attraction, it was a proclamation of his love. The kiss was full of confidence; confidence that you were the one for him, that you would fill the hole inside his heart. It only took one kiss for you both to know that was it, that was your last first kiss.

In the morning, his kisses are lazy, peppered all over your face, like he has all the time in the world. He kisses any exposed skin, your shoulder, your neck, your thighs. It’s as if he spent too much time away from you, even if he dreamt of you all night. He kisses you until your eyes open and you turn towards him to capture his lips with yours.

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Requested by @fabulouspotatosister


“You didn’t kill anybody for that, did you?”

“What, this?” You patted down your disguise, quite pleased with yourself. You looked like you belonged, which, of course, was the point. "Nah. The TARDIS gave it to me. And this was her idea, so don’t get angry.“

The Doctor’s angry eyebrows got a little angrier, and you tried not to cringe. "Angry? Oh no, I’m not angry. I’m mad. I told you to stay inside the TARDIS! It’s not safe out here!”

“Oh, yeah, you’ve never taken me anywhere dangerous before,” you sassed, trying to brush the Doctor’s anger off. He would get over it once you got him out of here. Neither of you liked this place- it was cold and filthy and full of unfriendly aliens. Once the Doctor got clean clothes and a cup of tea, he would be back to his usual self. You just had to do this quickly. “C'mon. This way back to the TARDIS. I can’t believe you got lost.”

“You cannae be seen with me!” the Doctor snapped, grabbing your shoulder so that you were forced to face him directly. “I’m wanted! If they see you with me, they’ll try to kill you too.”

“Wanted?” Oh, he had to be kidding. You could have sworn he did this twice last week, didn’t he? “This is a planet full of criminals, what could you possibly have done to make them sick the law on you?”

“They have a very strict caste system here, and I tried to help someone from the bottom caste. Apparently, that’s illegal here,” the Doctor grumbled.

You rolled your eyes. “Only you, Doctor, only you. But, seriously, the TARDIS isn’t far away and I didn’t see a single person between there and here. If we hurry, it won’t be a problem.”

When you saw the agreement in his eyes, and the beginnings of that smile he gave you when he was proud of something he did, you pulled away, taking a few steps back the way you came. When you said you had to hurry, you meant it. Getting caught would be a lot harder to fix. You were about to tell the Doctor this when you heard a sound. You knew that sound. That whole trip with Robin Hood had taught you things.

You moved faster than you had ever moved before, because after all your adventures, you knew the sound of a flying arrow when you heard one.

The Doctor cried your name as you fell, and you felt the warm sensation of victory. And also the sensation of blood soaking through your shirt, but mostly victory. Satisfaction. You had stood between the Doctor and danger and you had succeeded. Okay, so there was an arrow in your shoulder, sure, but if you hadn’t moved when you did, it would be in one of his hearts right now.

This kind of hurt, now that you thought about it.

“No-no-no, no!”

Your vision was hazy, but you realized that you were now flat on the ground, looking at a violet sky (say what you will about color, but it was quite pretty and one of the very few nice things about this planet). The sound of bones cracking reached your ears, and for a split second you feared that the Doctor had managed to get himself killed despite your hard work, but then you heard a pitchy, alien screech. Definitely not the Doctor, then. Oh, hadn’t killed something, had he?

“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here. Don’t go to sleep yet. I’ve got ye. I can fix this.”

The Doctor’s face filled your vision. You were starting to go a little bit numb all over, but you still felt his hands cup your face.

“Don’t you dare die,” he said, voice breaking. “Don’t you dare. You can’t leave me, do you understand that? You can’t leave me alone. I can’t be alone again.”

You tried to reply, even though you hadn’t quite understood what he said, but you found that you couldn’t quite make your mouth move the way you wanted to.

You last thought was that you really should have made a plan for this sort of situation.


“Wake up, love. Please.”

“When did I even fall asleep?” you muttered. Your voice was muffled against the Doctor’s jacket, and you pursed your lips at the foreign sensation. You peeked one eye open to find that your suspicions were correct; your face was nestled against the crook of the Doctors neck so that your nose was pressed against his skin and your mouth was covered by his lapel. “Oh. This is nice. I thought you were against the touching. You smell like cinnamon, by the way.”

The Doctor shifted so that you could turn your head, and you found yourself in a very strange position. You were in the Med Bay, laying on a white, cushioned bed. Now, you had been in this position before, so that was nothing unusual, but there were two things out of the ordinary. One, the lights were dimmed so that the Med Bay was lit more by the glowing reflections on all the shiny surfaces than the actual lights, and Two, the Doctor was on the bed with you. Cuddling.

“Does the universe end because the Doctor cuddles?” you asked him.

A soft laugh fluttered from between the Doctor’s lips as he looked down at you. His eyes were shiny, and you decided to ignore it. He didn’t like getting teary in front of you, so unless he started full-out crying, you weren’t going to react.

“Might do,” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. You felt a tear drop to your forehead. “I thought you wouldn’t wake up.”

“It was an arrow,” you said. “How bad could it be?”

“I’ll tell you later.” The Doctor slung an arm over your middle and pulled your whole body tighter to his. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“No promises.”

“I can’t take you anywhere.”

“Says the man who orders from the children’s menu.”

“Oh, hush now. Go back to sleep.”

Pond family rescue; 11th doctor x teen reader

This was my first Doctor who request on Wattpad and I made this story into quite an epic piece b/c it almost felt like a real episode in a way :) I hope you guys feel the same as your reading it. No warnings really just some butt-kicking action with the 11th doctor MY doctor and the Ponds feat. river song :)

Originally posted by thataqwardgirl16

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A young woman around 18-19 years old was being forcefully dragged down a corridor like a rag doll by her arms by 2 guards with a single eye patch over their left eyes. The girl had looked like he had come out of a wrestling ring for if you moved her matted (h/c) from her face, you could see the bruises and dried blood all over her face.

The guards opened up a cell door and threw her into the cell like she was trash as one of them said.

“Sooner or later you’ll talk, you can’t protect them forever”. The cell door then closed and was bolted and locked to ensure she didn’t escape.

It was then the girl smirked a famous grin that she had inherited from her mother.

She took out a transmitter and sent out a distress signal.One for the past and the other in the future.

*Insert epic Doctor Who intro*

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Vancouver To Texas

Summary: Y/N is a flight attendant on J2′s plane

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1434

Warning: None

A/N: I wrote this on possibly the worst flight of my life on my phone. Beta by the lovely @jpadjackles  and aesthetic by @babypieandwhiskey


You’ve been a flight attendant for the past five years and it’s the best job you’ve ever had. You couldn’t imagine doing anything else. You get to travel the world and get paid to do it! All you have to do is serve your passengers some food and drinks, easy enough.

This was your last flight of the day, a nonstop flight from Vancouver to Texas. You were on this route often and always loved it. When you had a few days off you would stay in Texas for a few days or in Vancouver if that was your last flight. They were two beautiful areas, each unique.

Today you had a pretty empty flight so it was going to be easy. Especially since you spotted a very attractive green-eyed man. When he was getting on the plane you made eye contact with the gentleman and he flashed you a smile that could have melted you into a puddle. He turned and took the front seat that was right next to your jump seat. How were you going to concentrate on this flight!? A very tall man sat in the seat next to him and as he sat down he elbowed his green-eyed friend and snickered.

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Lover’s Quarrel

SPN FanFic (Drabble)

Dean x Reader

888 Words

Warnings: Angsty Comedy. Bit o’ Blood. Bit o’ Foul Language.

A/N: This is for my 1K Drabble Party requested by my buddy @because-imma-lady-assface. Hope you like it :)

Originally posted by green-circles

“You know this is all your fault!” Y/N yelled at Dean from across the room. They were both tied up, beaten and bloody and not so patiently awaiting rescue from the other Winchester.

“How is this my fault? You got yourself kidnapped!” Dean glared at Y/N from the wall where he was chained up, his hands above his head, iron shackles cutting into his wrists painfully. Blood was dripping down the side of his face where he’d been kicked repeatedly by the Wendigo.

“Well, yeah, OK, I got kidnapped, but you came in here guns blazing by yourself and look at you!” She nodded towards him, unable to actually move anything else since she was attached to a chair by all four limbs.

“You gave me the wrong information. This wasn’t supposed to be a Wendigo!” Dean’s sarcasm was impressive and made Y/N’s lips curl into a sneer.

She struggled at her bindings, hoping her aggravation would give her the extra boost she needed to break free. “You know something Dean?” Y/N yelled, wiggling her arms as fresh blood from her hands pooled on the floor. “You suck! I can’t fucking stand you sometimes!”

“Is that so? Why don’t you tell me how you really feel!” Dean sagged against the wall, rolling his eyes at her.

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anonymous asked:

I mean, the Doctor literally kidnapped his first companions.

Exactly. He really didn’t seek out companions until the New series, he just got landed with them lmao

White Guardian: I notice you lost your last pal so I’m gonna get you a new one

Four: wait no I don’t need - 

White Guardian: good pal. in your TARDIS nice and ready for you. watch the tiara and the sass 

Four: *bangs head against TARDIS* 

Can Another Canton Please Stand Up? (Or, Let’s See How Far We’ve Come)

A short meta on Canton Everett Delaware III, how he gave us a glimpse of a much better show, and why we need non-contemporary companions in Doctor Who.

Can I just talk about Canton Everett Delaware III for a second? I do it a lot.

I love him. I adore Canton. I adore his character, his story, his life, his actor, his portrayal and what I thought he could mean for Doctor Who.

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Borrowed Baby

A/N: When I was on the plane I made @jpadjackles give me a million prompts so I wouldn’t be bored. Now I’m going through them!


“Can’t you just man up and change a diaper?” You said chuckling at your husband starting at the baby on the changing table.

Jensen threw his hands up, “I have no idea what I’m doing! You’re the one that’s good with kids…”

You rolled your eyes, there was no way you could change Tom’s diaper, “I’m also the one with a dislocated shoulder babe.”

Jensen hung his head in defeat, “I know, I just have no idea what I’m doing. I’m terrified.”

You walk over to your husband rubbing your slightly swollen belly, “Well it’s a good thing Jared and Gen let us borrow their baby for a few hours.”

Jensen chuckled, “They didn’t let us borrow Tom they asked if we could watch him while they went out to dinner.”

You shrugged, “Same difference, it’s good practice.”

“How am I going to be a good dad if I can’t even change a diaper?”

You put your good arm around his waist, “Well you’ve never changed one before. One isn’t born with the skill of wiping tiny humans butts, it takes a little practice! They can be really squirmy.”

“Ok so how do I start?”

A few hours later, Jensen had Tom changed, fed, burped, and now was sound asleep in his arms. You knew Jensen had it in him, it just had to be forced out. You we staring at Jensen bouncing around the living room with Tom in his arms, “You know you can put him down right? He’s been asleep for like 30 minutes.”

Jensen looks up at you with that million dollar smile of his, “I know but I’m kind of loving these baby snuggles.”

You didn’t think this man could get any more attractive but you were wrong.

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Pregnancy and Birth

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Headcanon Request: Sam & pregnancy thru birth - @cyrilconnelly

Word Count: ~1,450

Warnings: pregnancy symptoms and description of birth (pretty obvious warnings), daddy!Sam, a few curses

*ignore that this is Jared, pretend with me. Also I’ve never been pregnant or experienced birth so I hope this is accurate enough to be realistic.

Originally posted by theadored2013

When Sam found out you were pregnant, he freaked out. Everything in him told him to run, he’d hurt anything that small, and surely you and the baby would be in constant danger from all things supernatural. Then, he looked at you, really looked at you, one night while you were standing in the soon-to-be nursery.

He watched as you placed a hand on your still-not-there baby bump, humming his favorite song softly, smiling down at where a belly would soon start protruding. That’s when it happened - when he knew he was staying, forever.

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Try Harder Next Time

SPN FanFic (Drabble)

Dean x Reader, Sam

590 Words

Warnings: Blood, passing out. FLUFF

A/N: This is for my 1K Drabble Party requested by my buddy @mizzamericnpie. Hope you like it! :)

“Dean I am so so so sorry!” You confessed again and again on the drive back to the motel. He was bruised and battered, bleeding heavily from the knife wound in his shoulder. He was slumped against the passenger side door as you drove, constantly reminding you to watch what you were doing. Your eyes kept darting to him, panicked that he would pass out on you.

“Y/N just keep your eyes on the road, please. I’ll be fine. But only if you don’t kill us on the way back.” Dean chuckled, and then grimaced as the movement tore at his shoulder.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I can’t believe I did that!” You gripped the wheel so tight you thought you’d bend it. “I just… I slipped, I can’t believe it!”

“Sweetheart, relax. It’s nothing I can’t fix with a little thread and whiskey.” He reassured you and then went silent as his head fell back against the seat.

“Dean?” Your hand flew out to touch his leg, shaking him as you tried to watch the dark road ahead of you. “Dean!” The car jerked into the shoulder as you turned with your whole body to check on him. He was out cold.

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Wild Mountain Thyme

Prompt: “You’re cute when you’re worried”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 839 (including song lyrics)

A/N: Thank you for the beta and for the prompt @jpadjackles


You were driving in the car with Jensen and he was pushing 30 over the speed limit, “Woah, slow down Dean.”

He white knuckled the steering wheel, “Slow down?! You want me to go slower?”

“You’re cute when you’re worried.” you said chuckling.

Jensen seems mildly offended and scrunched his face, “Shut up, how are you not worried right now!?”

Chuckling again you said, “Did you just tell the person who’s about to pop a baby out to shut up?”

Taking his eyes off the road, Jensen looked at you for a brief moment, his eyes already spoke his apology, “Oh shit, sorry baby I didn’t mean to-”

Cutting him off you said, “Hey, Jensen, relax. Everything’s going to be ok!” You were just joking around but you knew he felt bad for saying that.

He was really sweating at this point, his hand was clammy in yours, “But what if it’s not! What if something happens! What if she doesn’t like me?”

“Is that what you’re worried about? If she doesn’t like you?”

“But what if she doesn’t?”

You smiled imagining how much your daughter loved her father without even meeting him, “J she loves you already! You know how I can tell? She does a little dance everyday when you come home from work, or when you sing to her, and she only does that for you.”

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War Paint

A/N: Can’t thank @jpadjackles for all the help and the prompt!


“He’s 9 years old! You can’t just shoot him!” You whisper yelled at Dean.

“Sure I can, watch me.”

You saw your boyfriend army crawl away from you as he closed in on the kid. He got up on his knees behind a wooden structure, peering over the side. He cocked his gun and brought the barrel up over the side of the structure he was hiding behind, aiming at the kid who barely weighed 70 pounds soaking wet. You closed your eyes as Dean’s finger made its way to the trigger and pulled.

You heard a faint scream and Dean jumped up and cheered, “Yeah! I got you kid, you’re out!” Only the paintball didn’t burst against his leg, so the kid shot back, hitting Dean right in the chest. You’re hands flew up to your mouth to stifle the laugh as Dean looked at you with his bitch face.

A few years ago you and Dean had a really bad hunt and needed to blow off some steam. Dean saw a sign for a paintball field and took the next turn. Before you knew it you were in a paintball suit with a loaded gun being handed to you. After that day you and Dean made a pact to always go paintballing when things got too rough. Now it was now down to you and the 9 year old, this was possibly the most intense paintball game of your life.

Dean dramatically fell to the ground, his hand covering his chest, “this is all up to you now.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, jeez he can be such a drama queen, “just walk over to the sidelines.” Dean sighed as he got up and did as he was told, and as the rules require him to do.

While Dean was making his dramatic exit you were distracted and lost sight of the kid. You stayed low and made your way around the arena, keeping your eyes peeled for him. You had almost given up when a paintball pellet whizzed by your head, narrowly missing you.

Luckily that shot gave his position away. You stayed low, waiting for him to make another move. You knew kids were impatient and there was no way he would be able to stay in the same spot and you were right. He made a break for the largest structure to shield him but he wasn’t fast enough. You zoned in on him, aiming your gun and pulling the trigger. The paintball burst against his arm, splattering the color against his shirt.

Accepting defeat the young boy walked over to you and offered his hand to shake congratulating you on a good game. When you exited the arena, you walked over to Dean with the biggest smirk on your face, “it’s too bad you couldn’t hold your own against a child.”

Dean shook his head at you, “Am I going to have to listen to you gloat the whole way home?”

“Yes, because you got beat by a 9 year old.” you said as a matter-of-factly, “ You’re lucky I still love you.”

Dean put his arm around you and kissed the top of your head, “I love you too baby.”

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Surprise

GIF submitted by @padackles2010

(I wrote this super fast cuz inspiration hit and I had to leave for work)


“So Jensen, tell us about that new baby of yours. Or better yet show us a picture,” the interviewer said.

Jensen looked down into his lap, smiling, thinking of you and your newborn son, Jax. “He’s at home with mom. They’re both healthy and doing well. Jax has definitely taken after me, he does not like to be away from Y/N.”

The interviewer grew a tiny smile on her face, “Aw, I bet you miss them.”

Jensen sighed, “I do, this is my first time away from them since he’s been born. We had a long winter hiatus this year.”

Shocked the interviewer said, “Oh wow, well we are very excited that you’re here. Are you flying home after this?”

Thinking of the moment he gets to see you and Jax angain he smiled, “I am, but only for a few hours then Y/N and I are taking Jax up to Vancouver so I can be closer to them while filming.”

“Well that’s sweet. When you see Y/N, give her our best. We miss seeing her on Supernatural,” the interviewer exclaimed.

A mischievous grin appeared on Jensen’s face, “If you miss seeing her, I would pay close attention to the episode that airs this week.”

With wide eyes the interviewer asked, “Are you saying Y/N’s going to be on the show again?! Her character’s coming back?!”

Jensen shrugged trying to to give away too much information, “You’re just going to have to wait and see.”

After the interview was finished he got on the first plane back to Austin, excited to see you and the baby after 48 long hours.

Jensen rushed through the door and found you asleep on the sofa and Jax sound asleep in his swing. He smiled at you and kneeled down to kiss you awake. You were shocked when you woke up to Jensen’s lips on yours but immediately melted into the kiss, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck.

You pulled back with a huge smile on your face, surprised that you husband was home early, “I thought you weren’t coming back until later tonight!”

Jensen pulled you up into a sitting position so he could sit next to you and wrap his arms around you. “Well we finished earlier than I thought so I moved my flight up. I might have let it slip that you’re going to be back on the show next week.”

You turned to him and rolled your eyes, “Everyone’s going to be really upset when they find out that’s it’s only a dream.”

Jensen threw his head back in laughter, “Yeah but can you imagine the look on their faces when they find out that you’re pregnant with Dean’s kid in the season finale?”

You developed your own mischievous grin, “I can’t wait to live tweet that episode with you. No one’s going to see it coming!”


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Warm Welcome

Summary: Y/N deals with Jared being away and Jared tries to help

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 947

Warnings: Daddy!Jared, Le Fluff

A/N: 1k Drabble Shenanigans! Prompt is bolded and requested by @sea040561 (who it wont let me tag). Thanks a bunch to my betas @impala-dreamer and @jpadjackles !!

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Holding your sleeping daughter in your arms, you pulled up FaceTime and clicked your husband’s name. It was 8 am in Vancouver and you knew he would be on his way to the airport right now. The call barely had any time to ring before it started connecting to the video chat. You saw Jared’s face pop up and next to his was Jensen’s doing his weird cross-eyed thing.

A big smile grew on your face as you chuckled, seeing your family on the screen. “Hi babe, hi Jensen, and Cliff who I’m sure is driving the car,” you tried to say as loud as you could without waking your daughter.

Jensen shoved his face further into the picture, pushing Jared out of the way, “Show me that cute baby of yours, I can’t get enough of her.”

You turned the phone to Leighton’s face as Jared turned to Jensen saying, “You can’t get enough of her?! I think that’s suppose to be my line dude.”

“Well you may not be able to see her as much right now but at least you get to keep her. Danneel and I always have to give her back,” Jensen said with a pout.

“Well why don’t you and D start having your own babies?” you deadpanned.

Jensen grew quiet, growing a blush in his cheeks, trying to hide his smile, as Jared looked anywhere but the phone. “Jensen Ross! Is there something you need to tell me?!”

Jensen had a grin ear to ear, “I wasn’t supposed to tell you! Danneel wanted to be the one to tell you, but yeah, we’re pregnant.”

Your heart swelled for your best friends, “I’m so happy for you guys!”

“If Danneel wasn’t up here right now she would have already told you,” Jensen said, rubbing the back of his neck, “OK after dropping that bomb I’m gonna give you two a minute alone since we’re a few minutes away from the airport.”

Jared quickly stuck his earbuds in so you two could have some sort of privacy. You took a deep breath in and smiled softly at your husband, “Hi.”

“Hi baby,” Jared said as his eyebrows scrunched together, “What’s wrong?”

You pursed your lips together, “Nothing, why would you think something’s wrong?

“You’re sad, don’t lie to me. You’re doing that pouty thing you do when you’re upset.”

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Practice Makes Perfect

Request by anon: Can I request a Jared x reader fic after Jensen posts the picture of the whole Ackles family? Reader is married to Jared and seeing how happy Jensen and Danneel look in the picture makes her want to have a baby with Jared

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Word Count: 1373

Beta: My Camerinoo! @babypieandwhiskey

Warnings: Nada

A/N: This is basically a real life scenario for me. Someone give me a baby to hold! And no, I don’t hate Gen or their beautiful children, this is fiction.

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It was a cozy Saturday afternoon and you had your feet propped up on the coffee table, nestled into Jared’s side, watching reruns of NCIS. During the commercial you had pulled your phone out and started scrolling through Instagram.

Upon seeing the new photo of the Ackles family, you turned to Jared and whined, “Babe, I want to go back over and hold the babies!”

“We were just there this morning and Zep threw up on you,” he said with a chuckle.

You playfully hit him in the chest giggling right along with him, “It’s not like he did it on purpose!” Looking up at him you gave a little smirk, “Plus, that’s what washing machines are for.”

Jared brought his hand up to your cheek as he bent down to kiss you. He always took every opportunity possible to kiss you. “Alright, let’s get stuff to make them dinner. Make me a list and Jensen and I will go out to get it while you and Danneel just hang with the kids.”

Pulling back you jumped off the sofa, seizing the opportunity to see the babies, “You’re the best! I knew I married you for a reason.”

Jared laughed, “Alright, firecracker, go make a list.”

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@ellen-reincarnated1967


“What do you mean you don’t drink coffee?” Dean looked at you as he sipped from his steaming mug.

You just shrugged, pouring yourself a glass of orange juice. Dean set his mug down and held his hands out.

“It’s simple. Sam drinks coffee, I drink coffee, you drink coffee.” He motioned with his hands, waving them subtly as he spoke.

“I don’t, Dean. Maybe you’re thinking of your other girlfriend.” You smirked as you sat down next to him, across from Sam.

Sam chuckled.

“I can barely handle one of you. What would ever make me want a second one?” Dean’s smile couldn’t be contained, as hard as he tried.

“Very funny, Dean. We’ll see how hard you’re laughing when you wake up tomorrow and your precious coffee isn’t brewed.” You chewed on a piece of toast and raised your eyebrows at him.

“No, no, baby please. I didn’t mean it. I love you!” He was begging, and it was hilarious.

You and Sam fell into a fit of laughter at the sight of Dean Winchester, the mighty hunter, groveling at your feet over some shitty gas station coffee.

“Oh, stop. It’s not like you wouldn’t find another way to wake up. Probably beer.” You shrugged knowingly.

“Right, because Dean Winchester doesn’t do water.” Sam grinned.

“What is going on?! You two are teaming up against me?” Dean pressed his palms to the table and attempted to stand up, but the chair came up with him.

Sam’s head fell back as he cackled, and your head fell forward onto your hands while you gasped in breaths.

“Son of a bitch! It’s on, you two.” He huffed and walked out of the room grumbling, his butt still glued to the chair.


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I’ll Always Stay

Summary: Y/N has to go fetch a drunk Dean from the bar

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1401

Warnings: Zip

A/N: Thanks to @babypieandwhiskey for the Beta! This is for a writing challenge hosted by @impala-dreamer (prompt is bolded)

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Dean was getting irritating, so Sam told him to go to the bar while we finished the research. Of course Dean jumped at the opportunity to go to the bar and didn’t even offer to stay.

He had been sitting at the run down bar for the past four hours while you and Sam were at the library doing research. Sam couldn’t keep his eyes open anymore and you felt like your eyes were going to start bleeding at any moment. You both couldn’t handle anymore research for the night, so you decided to call it quits. Sam asked to be dropped at the motel so he could go to sleep, leaving you to wrestle Dean away from his poison of the night.

When you entered the bar, the smell of regret and bad choices hit you in the face. You looked around to find Dean, when you saw a surprising scene unfold. A very busty blonde with jeans too tight and a shirt cut too low, walked up to him bouncing and smiling, Dean gave her one glance and shooed her away. Damn, Dean was going to be in one of his moods. He usually only did that when you tagged along to the bar with him, not giving any girl the time of day and sulking. You always assumed he took girls back when you weren’t there, but then again you wouldn’t know if he did because you always got a separate room from the boys. Very early on you made it clear that if you were going to stay with them, you needed a space of your own.

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@wildfirewinchester - my last drunk drabble of the night (January 5) *I’ll probably do this again tomorrow, but don’t hold me to it pls*


“Cas, I think-” You started, but the angel cut you off.

“You think what, [Y/N]?” His tone was harsh. “That’s the problem with you humans, all that thinking.”

“Castiel, please. Just listen to me for one second.” You pleaded.

“One second has passed, [Y/N].” He glanced at the watch on his wrist.

You huffed, frustrated at how literally Cas took everything you said.

“Cas, come on.” You sighed.

“What is it?” He demanded.

“I think I’m pregnant…” You spoke softly. “Cas, I think I’m having your baby.”

“But how is that possible? We used protection.” Cas was dumbfounded.

“Yeah, it doesn’t always work.” You held your head in your hands. “I don’t know what to do, Cas.” 

“Don’t make things needlessly complicated, as you humans tend to do.” He was growing more impatient by the second. “I’ll be there as soon as I get out of the bunker. The warding doesn’t allow me to travel to you.” He stepped outside and was next to you in the blink of an eye.

“Castiel… What do we do? This baby, I’ve heard you talk about them before. Our baby is an abomination…” You let tears fall.

“Not this one. This one, the one that is inside you, [Y/N] - I can feel its soul - is not an abomination. I’m not too familiar with emotions yet, but I think this is love. I love this baby. I’ve never even met this baby.” He shook his head, not understanding.

“I - I love the baby too, Cas. We’re keeping it?” You held his hand.

“We’re keeping her.” He let his face relax into a smile as he pressed a hand against your belly.

“A girl?” You squeaked.

“Heaven’s smallest outlaw.” He smiled and kissed your forehead.


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