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Come Clean - Part 3 (Final)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3,262

Summary: The reader catches Jensen snooping through her phone.

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“What the hell was that, Jensen? Tell me now.” Danneel demands angrily narrowing her eyes.

“Um…she…well…I’ll be right back, ok?”


“Just give me a minute! I have to talk to Jared.” Jensen bolts to his costar’s trailer without waiting for a reply.

“What’s up?” Jared asks when Jensen bursts through his door like a mad man.

“What did Y/N say?”

“About what?”

“Don’t fuck with me right now, Padalecki.” Jensen growls surprising them both.

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Co Workers (Part Sixteen)

A/N: Maybe things are starting to look up??? Maybe????

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Smut, language

Word Count: 2.9k

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Originally posted by enochiansubtext

Everything right now was so overwhelming. You obviously couldn’t control your emotions. You didn’t even love Andrew anymore. So why did you always go back to him when things were going south? You knew you wouldn’t go to him again. You had blocked him on everything you could think of.

You stood up and started rummaging through your bag for something to wear. You were going out. You were going to go make things right.

You loved Misha, and only Misha. Hopefully it wasn’t too late.

“He’s not here, Miss Y/L/N”, the person at the front desk told you.

“What do you mean he’s not here?” you questioned him, rolling your eyes.

“He checked in earlier, but he left shortly after.”


You spun around and walked off, annoyed. Where could Misha have gone? It wasn’t like him to run off during conventions. Even though it was Friday night, he should still be here. You were lucky enough not to run into anyone, all the fans were probably off at whatever was going on, you didn’t even know at this point. All you knew is that you had a panel tomorrow.

You walked out the doors of the hotel and looked around; using every ounce of brainpower you had. A bar maybe? You looked down the street and saw a bar that was maybe a block away. You made your way down the street, almost certain that he’d be in there.

When you arrived in the bar you marched straight inside, scanning all of the tables for Misha. Of course, was nowhere to be seen. When you turned around to walk out you saw some people wearing Supernatural shirts heading towards the door; so you decided to slip out the back. A dark alley. Cool, you thought. You stood in the cool air for a minute, taking in some deep breaths. Compared to Canada it was pretty warm there. You were enjoying the cool air hitting your face for a moment when you heard someone hurling.

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Open Your Eyes Sweetheart

Originally posted by arma-gedon

Characters - Dean x Reader, Sam, Jody, Claire, Alex, Castiel, Crowley, Charlie, Rowena.

Word Count - 2235

Warnings - Pregnancy 

Summary - Part 6 of Baby Winchester. Dean has another surprise for the reader.

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content: Castiel just wants to spend a nice dinner with his friends, but they decide to flirt with their handsome waiter instead.

word count: 1251

Castiel can’t help but roll his eyes.

All he wanted was a nice dinner with his old friends from college. Just some time to catch up and bicker and enjoy their time together. They meet up at least once a month and Castiel cherishes these dates although some of his friends aren’t especially nice and he wonders for years now why he even stayed in contact with them in the first place.

Meg at least nearly stabbed him with a fork the first time they met. And instead of avoiding her like the plague she became one of his closest companions after no time at all.

Maybe Castiel is just some kind of masochist.

That would at least explain why he even bothers to make himself suffer every single time. Like right now, for example.

The evening started like any other – with a lot of hugging and talking at the same time –, but as soon as the waiter appeared at their table and smiled at them, everything else was forgotten and the women spent the last two hours competing for the man’s attention. They began to flirt shamelessly with him while kicking each other shins (and Castiel’s by accident as well on multiple occasions) with all the force they could muster.

The worst thing, Castiel can’t even blame them.

When the man introduced himself with the words, “Good evening, I’m Dean and I’m your waiter tonight”, Castiel was a little bit lost too. He met his fair shade of attractive men in the past, but Dean is seriously the cherry on top. He’s easily the most handsome man Castiel ever encountered and above all that he seems nice and witty and utterly patient. And when he quoted Vonnegut as he served their dessert, Castiel was sure he met his dream guy.

Unfortunately Dean had been so busy with all the female attention that he didn’t really interact with Castiel at all.

Quite a shame, but maybe even for the best. Because guys like Dean are mostly straight or taken or both.

And Castiel doesn’t need more disappointment in his life.

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A Remarkable Abomination

PART ONE - SEASON 12 FINALE - “Lucifer’s Daughter”

Castiel x Female!Reader

  • Word Count: 2,087


My own ending to Season 12 before it actually ends.

Author’s Note:

This story was created the day Season 12, Episode 12 was released. This fic is me sorta making up a Season 13 of the show, I guess?

Warning you now: Spoilers are ahead! I usually write gender-neutral fics, but this was really hard to do without picking a gender… I mean, I almost just wrote it as a regular story with an OC, but reader inserts are way more fun to write.

This is in no way connected to my other SPN fics on AO3. That’s another series of shorts with a different plot in mind for that. I was just inspired to write this after finally catching up on Supernatural.

Also, I didn’t edit this very well since it was just a little drabble, so feel free to correct any errors you spot :D Like and reblog if you want Part Two! Also, if you wanna be tagged, just message me and I’ll put you on a tag list if you’re interested in this series. Enjoy! :3

~ Pebbs

Originally posted by devoiddean

“Congratulations,” Kelly Klein sluggishly cranes her head to the doctor holding her newborn child, “it’s a girl!”

Kelly smiles as tears stream down her puffy cheeks. She reaches her weak arms out, and the doctor hands over her child. Kelly cradles her daughter, and pokes the littles girls nose as she opens her eyes for the first time. The baby continues to whine as the cool foreign air tickles her fresh skin.

“My sweet little girl,” she strokes the baby’s cheek, “I will protect you,” the baby hiccups away her crying at her mother’s touch.

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Co Workers (Part Fourteen)

A/N: Well, here it is lol

Pairing: Misha x Reader

Warnings: Drunk Y/N, a break up, and a cliff hanger because I can’t help torturing ya’ll.

Word Count: 2.1k

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“We need to get going,” you said as you pulled away from Misha, but he grabbed your arm and spun you back around into him.

“Hey,” he said, “it’s okay now, you know I’ll never treat you that way, right?”

You nodded and reached up to him for a kiss before turning away from him again. You were way too numb for this situation. You should be feeling something. Anything. But you weren’t; and that scared you.

The next day, you woke up earlier than Misha and left before he did, you needed sometime to think about everything yesterday and you needed to do it alone. On set, you got your hair and makeup done quickly and went to your trailer to sit in that cozy chair you liked, and read your script some more. It felt similar to before you and Misha had gotten together.

You were starting to think that maybe you needed to give yourself some healing time. Especially after realizing that your relationship with Andrew wasn’t as good as you thought it was. You were still feeling numb, to everything, and you had no idea why. Misha’s words from yesterday echoed in the back of your mind. Baby girl that’s still abusive. Abusive. You couldn’t get that word out of your mind. You thought about all the times you’d had with Andrew.

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Has anyone been paying attention to season 12 under a Tarantino lens? I know some people have been talking about allusions to Mr. Orange from Reservoir Dogs in the most recent episode, but I’m just catching up on episodes 9-12 right now and 12.10 is giving me some major Kill Bill vibes: both in the vengeful nature of the episode itself and the fact that Lily Sunder kind of resembles Elle Driver with her eyepatch. Just curious if anyone’s made any other Tarantino connections, or if it’s just a coincidence.

Savage Sam- Short Supernatural Imagine

“Hey, Y/N you better start roasting up the barbecue now because I’m gonna be catching a lot of fish.” Dean tells you as you all start to set up camp.

“Dean, you’ve never caught anything bigger than a tadpole.” Sam says rolling his eyes at his brothers cockiness.

“Wow! Savage, Sam; and I think Dean will do just fine catching something with a great size.” You tell him as you give him a seductive look and stare at crotch.

Dean looks back at you with a seductive smirk.

“Alright you guys stop it, I’m gonna puke and we have to set this camp up.” Sam tells you both.
“I don’t understand why Y/N believing in Deans ability to catch a large fish would make you feel sick.” Castiel says as he stares at Sam with a confused look.

Now He’s Done It, You Have To Tell Dad.

Catching up on their History…
As He Did It Again

He Did It Again

‘You need to tell him,’ Dean spoke softly as Y/N prepared dinner.

‘I know, and I’m sorry. It’s just… you know my Dad.’

‘I understand that,’ he grinned.

‘Feel free to tell him yourself,’ she offered, smirking.

‘I’m not suicidal,’ Dean laughed.

He moved in closer and kissed her gently, melting under her lips and fingers as they ran along his jaw.

‘What the hell are you two idjits doing?’ Bobby growled from the door.

‘Daddy, don’t be mad,’ Y/N begged, jumping back from Dean.

‘Don’t be mad? How long have you two been…’ Bobby tried but he couldn’t find the words.

His baby girl and Dean. His shock wore off and he stormed into the lounge room. Dean looked down at Y/N and shrugged, the two following her Dad.

‘Daddy, I’m sor- Daddy, put the gun down. Dad!’

‘Bobby, Sir. If you’ll let me explain,’ Dean tried, holding his hands up.

‘One,’ Bobby warned, ‘Two.’

‘Shit! Dean, run!’

Dean took off running, down the steps and outside hiding in the junkyard. He knew Bobby wasn’t going to to take it well. But this…crap.

‘That was just stupid,’ Y/N growled.

‘You’re not old enough to be dating. And to be dating him of all people!’

‘I’m almost 25, I can date and screw whoever the hell I want. Just like I can live my life how I want.’

‘What the hell is that supposed to mean?’

‘Y/N, we caught a case in Indi-,’ Sam froze in the doorway, he took one look at the shotgun and backed up.

‘What?’ Bobby asked, shocked. ‘Case? You’re hunting? You ain’t hunting,’ he hollered. ‘Get upstairs. Go to your room! Now!’

‘You can’t ground me, I’m an adult,’ Y/N groaned.

‘We will see about that. Bedroom! NOW!’ Bobby yelled.

‘I’m not a kid anymore. It’s not your choice,’ she cried. ‘You can’t control my life.’

‘I can and I will. You and Dean. It’s over. It ends now. Hunting, that’s over too.’

‘No,’ she sobbed. ‘Daddy, please don’t do this.’

‘Well, boohoo. I’m sorry your feelings are hurt, Princess. But I’m your Father and you will do as you are told. I’m only doing what’s best for you.’

‘Go to hell!’ she growled, walking out.

‘Y/N! Y/N Singer, you get back here!’

Y/N stormed down the steps and broke out into a flood of tears. Dean heard her from his place behind the car, and risked getting shot to make sure she was ok.

‘Oh Sweetheart,’ he said gently, kissing her head.

‘I think we have to break up,’ she sobbed.

‘Not happening. Your Dad can just accept it.’

‘Dean,’ she sobbed.

They both knew Bobby was stubborn and there wasn’t a chance it hell he’d accept it. At least not anytime soon.

‘Y/N, please. God, you’re all I’ve wanted for so long. Now that I got you, I don’t want to be without you. There ain’t no me, if there ain’t no you.’

He pulled her into his arms, and held her as she sobbed against his chest.  

Bobby watched the two from the window. As Dean calmed her down, and stopped the flow of tears. At the way that the playboy looked at his baby girl like she was the only thing on this Earth. He watched the way he touched her with such tenderness and love. There was no denying he loved her.

‘Balls!’ Bobby groaned.

The Pain of Loss

Originally posted by flintinlove

A feeling of cold indifference settled over you as memories continued to return. It was all coming back to you now. You had once been one of the most powerful angels in Heaven, second only to the Archangels. That had been until a large group of angels had risen up and rebelled. They captured you, then threw you in prison where you were forgotten. You stayed there for an eternity until you broke out. You fell from Heaven and came to earth. The most mysterious part was the vessel you were currently inhabiting. You had no recollection of actually gaining her consent, it was almost as if you create her itself, but as an angel that wasn’t possible. At least you didn’t think so.

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Orphans - Part Six

Summary: Your parents died on a tragic car accident. Though you were lucky and survived. Depending on how one would describe lucky since you were now an orphan and had to live in an orphanage where you didn’t know anybody. But that quite blue-eyed boy, seemed to become a closer friend than you first expected.

Chapter Summary: Castiel and you meet up to catch up with your past.

Words: 1106

Pairing: eventual Castiel x Reader


Warnings: bullying, hair cutting

A/N: Feedback is as always appreciated!

Orphans - Masterpost

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It had been a long day, consisting primarily of beheading vampires and cleaning up dead bodies. Now, Dean, Sam, Castiel and you were spending your evening in the bar around the corner from your motel- a foul-smelling building with odd stains in places they shouldn’t be.

Leaving the three boys at the booth, you headed off to the bar in search of four pints. Catching the bartender’s attention, you ordered as such and he nodded as he produced the order.

“Thanks,” you muttered, about to leave- precariously carrying all four pints- you felt a hand on your forearm and turned to see a man of twenty-something with an attractive face and muscular physique. He had fair hair and a purposefully shaven stubble. And an air of arrogance that already physically repulsed you.

“Yes?” you challenged, already cautious.

One of his eyebrows arched and a cocky grin spread across his face. “The name’s Rick; you need a hand with those, princess?”

“I’m OK, thanks,” you told him firmly. Adding, “Rick.”

“Oh, I insist,” he smiled. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

Warming to the man slightly, you replied less hostilely, “Y/N.”

He smiled again and the pair of you soon delved into a deep conversation. It seemed he was actually less of an arrogant twat than you originally suspected and it wasn’t until Cas popped up at your elbow did your realise that you’d forgotten all about the four pints of beer you still held in your hands.

“Y/N,” he addressed you, concern in his eyes. “Where’ve you been?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Cas,” you apologised to him, handing him two of the beers. “I started to talking to Rick and I must’ve lost track of time.”

You caught the angel eyeing Rick warily and coughed pointedly, to which his reply was, “Yes, I can see that. Rick, is it?”

Rick nodded, his eyes narrowed. “Yeah, it is.”

“Hmph,” Castiel scoffed. “Well, Rick, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Castiel.”

They shook hands briefly when, before you could aptly process it, Cas had his hand against Rick’s forehead and a flickering orange light was gleaming out of the- wait, demon?-’s eyes.

Your hands flew to cup your mouth and you gasped- though, apparently no one else in the bar had seen what had happened, presumably the three of you were cloaked by Cas’ angel magic somehow.

“Cas?!” you exclaimed when the demon had dropped dead on the floor. “What the hell?! Your grace has been failing for months, h-how could you have known?”

For a moment the angel stammered. “I-I took…a guess?”

You raised an eyebrow.

Behind you, you heard Dean mutter to Sam, “Word to the wise: don’t piss of the nerd angels.”


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You had been chatting with your previous hunting partner for an hour now and didn’t show any signs of stopping soon. Dean was on his third beer, partially to blend in with everyone else in the bar, but more so to numb the feeling of his heart breaking every time your old partner made you laugh.

After about fifteen more minutes of catching up, your old partner brought up Dean and Sam. “So, what’s this I hear about you hunting again? I thought you had given it up.”

Dean didn’t have to see your face to know you were smiling. Your voice always changed when you did and he could hear it now. “You know hunting is a thing you can never really give up.”

“Yeah, but the word on the street is that you aren’t hunting alone. Who’s the lucky S.O.B?”

The smile in your voice stayed, causing Dean to smile despite himself, “Nobody you need to worry about.”

“You’re not answering me straight…and your blushing. That’s not a good sign, Y/N. You know as well as I do that hunting isn’t something anyone walks away from-”

Dean heard the sound of a chair sliding backwards on the hardwood floor. “You know, I think this is a really great time for me to go to the bathroom. Maybe while I’m gone, you can think of a different subject to talk about, yeah?”

The sound of your boots creaking drifted away as you walked towards the women’s bathroom. A moment later, your old hunting partner appeared by Dean’s side at the bar. He asked the bartender, “Another whiskey and rum please.”

Then, your partner turned to Dean. “No.”

Dean looked up at him. “No what?”

Your partner pointed towards the bathroom. “She’s off limits.”

Dean straightened. “I didn’t-”

“You’ve been glancing at her ever since you walked in here. I’m just saving you the trouble now and telling you to not even bother.”

Dean’s grip on his glass tightened. “Are you two on a date?”

Your partner tossed their head back and laughed. “Never have been and never will be.”


“She’s into a…colleague of hers. Head over heels, if I’m right.” Winking at Dean, your partner added, “And I usually am.”

Dean grinned, taking another sip of his beer. “Is that so?”

“Yep. So, take my advice and don’t put yourself in a situation of inevitable letdown.”

Dean tipped back the bottle, finishing the drink. He stood, unfolding a twenty and lying it down on the bar. “Thanks for the tip.”

“Don’t mention it. Have a good night.”

Dean nodded and ambled towards the front door, just as he heard the bathroom door open. “I am now.”

Somewhere, Someday, part three

Characters – Eventual Sam x Reader, OC x Reader, Dean, Cas

Summary – Part three: time for a trail ride!

Word Count – 3,039

Warnings – None in this part; eventual self esteem issues, depression, verbal/emotional abuse

A/N – New series!  Kid!Chesters for now the first several parts.  As always, feedback is very welcome!  Please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories.

Catch up: Part One, Part Two

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Originally posted by transperceneige

Your name: submit What is this?

By the time Saturday arrived, you and the Winchester boys had become thick as thieves.  Dean was truly your big brother; every morning since the incident on your birthday, he’d driven you to school and then walked you to East Building to make sure no one harassed you.  When you got out of school, he was already there, leaning against his car and watching you as you walked over to him.  He made sure you got your homework done and snuggled you on the couch while you were watching a movie, and teased and tickled you mercilessly.

You and Sam had become very close as well.  He’d become your best friend.  You could talk to him about anything and he could do the same with you.  Your backgrounds and tastes were so similar, and your dads so much alike, that there was no shortage of things to talk about. Sam was the only one that you could talk to about your true feelings regarding your dad and always being left behind, usually by yourself, but lately with Bobby.  He understood.  He had the same stories.  In a way, you felt bad for him, because where you were getting left behind alone, Sam had to endure being left behind, but he had also had to watch as his brother was allowed to go where he was not.  You felt so comfortable with Sam; it was almost like you felt with Dean, but there was something else there, something more.

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PJO followers

First of all, Hello
But second and most importantly,
Most of my followers came for my SPN posts and stuff…
Y’all are the minority now..

PJO and SPN means a whole lot more tags, and probably a lot more of me losing followers. 
But I will try to post more of it…
I am just busy with trying to catch up on school work that I missed due to being sick..

Imagine Dean getting jealous when he catches you wrestling with Sam...

Requested by anon. Enjoy! XOXO

“What are you writing?” Sam asked, toweling off his shower-dampened long hair.

“It’s my journal,” you said, not looking up from the small motel desk.

“But we finished the case two days ago, and I saw you put the entry in that night. What are you writing about now?” There was a teasing tone to Sam’s voice, and you blushed.

You kept your eyes averted, doing your best to ignore your friend, and didn’t notice when he sneaked up behind you and grabbed it from beneath your hands.

“Sam! Give that back!”

Sam only held it above his head, knowing there was no way you could possibly reach it there. You rolled your eyes at him. “Put a shirt on, and give me back my journal.” You sounded irritated but calm, which was good. The last thing you wanted was to sound as panicked as you felt. Sam would definitely read what you had written then.

“I’m going to bed, I don’t need a shirt. What I need is to read this and figure out why you are blushing.” He grinned at you, clearly having no idea how serious this was to you.

You stalked toward him. “Do. Not. Read. My. Journal. Give it back now. Or I will take it from you.”

Sam raised an eyebrow at your threat.

“What’s in here, Y/N?” He wasn’t teasing anymore, just honestly curious.

You jumped on the bed and launched yourself at Sam. He clearly hadn’t been expecting you to do that, and fell back onto the bed, you on top of him. The two of you wrestled for a few seconds until you managed to knock the journal out of Sam’s hands across the room. When it hit the floor with a thud, you realized how ridiculous you were both acting. You giggled, and that giggle built until you were both shaking with laughter. Sam rolled so that he was on top of you, and playfully pinned your wrists down.

“So, what was in the journal? And if you don’t tell me, I will torture it out of you. I am a master pillow fighter.”

You looked into your friend’s sweet hazel eyes and knew that you could trust him. Teasing you was just his way of getting you to open up.

“I was writing about Dean.” The sad longing in your voice said it all. Sam looked at you kindly as your eyes filled with tears. “I…I think I’m in love with him.”

Sam leaned down to press a comforting kiss to your forehead.

It was that exact moment, with you tangled up in a shirtless Sam as he kissed you on his motel bed, that Dean came back from his food run. He stared wide-eyed for a second as Sam instantly pulled away and stood up.

“Sorry…I,” Dean stammered, his face full of confusion.

“This isn’t what it looks like!” you said quickly.

Dean turned his green eyes on you, and you saw that they were flooded with hurt.

Oh, no.

Did he have feelings for you, too? Did you just ruin it?

Dean turned and walked out of the motel room, slamming the door behind him. You ran after him, grabbing your journal on the way, leaving Sam to pick up the food Dean had dropped on the floor.


“Sam?! You’re with Sam?!” he said angrily.

“Of course not!” you cried.

“Then what the hell was that?”

“Sam and I were wrestling over my journal, he wanted to read it.”

“That wasn’t play-wrestling, Y/N.” Dean’s voice was still angry, and the depth of his emotion suddenly made you smile. The idea of you with Sam really bothered him.

“Why do you care so much, Dean?” you asked.

“What? I don’t! I just…”

“Sam was just being nice and trying to make me feel better when you walked in,” you told him.

“Make you feel better about what?”

You opened your journal to the latest entry and tossed it to Dean.

He read the page quickly, his expression changing from angry, to disbelief, to (finally) a slow smile of surprise. He looked up at you, and you felt everything between the two of you shift.

You didn’t know what to say, so you didn’t say anything. The silence stretched between you, building the tension until you felt like you were going to explode.

The dam finally broke, and you reached for Dean at the same moment he pulled you into his arms. Your lips found each other, frantically seeking to silently tell the other one everything you’d been holding back.

“You know,” Dean said, when you pulled apart to catch your breath, “you don’t have to wrestle with my half-naked Sasquatch brother just to get my attention.”

You laughed and kissed him again, slowly this time. You already knew you were never going to get enough of Dean and those perfect lips.

“How about we get our own room and don’t think about Sam for the rest of the night?”