and sorry that all i know to gif is dean~


Can I just say how amazed I am by Jensen’s acting AND directing in this episode based on the sneak peek? 

Look at the Dean’s expression, at first it’s like he’s trying to keep mocking Sam, you can see the malicious smile on his face, but then come all the pain and he just can’t hide it and he is suffering. If those are emotions or physical suffering we will know soon, but the acting here is just amazing. 

If this is Jensen’s emotional reaction to fans paying him a compliment I want to see his reaction to winning Peoples Choice Best Sci-Fi Actor and since the Duo award might not even be televised (it’s not considered as important as the best actor categories after all) it means all my votes are for this man.

He has rocked Demon Dean and Mark of Cain, he’s really taken his acting up another lever and that deserves rewarding so sorry Misha but I am going against your “guidelines” and voting for who I consider deserves it more, I consider Jensen the better actor and that is what this is about.

The leads work 16 hours a day spending months away from their families, it should be one of them because the duo isn’t on the same level as best actor category and ever helpful Misha knows that.!/home/all/44/2

Imagine being best friends with dean for years and your feelings for him grow everyday and one day during a tickle war, he stopped and stared at you then leaned in and kissed you.

Our lips were moving in sync. His tongue dancing along my lips and teeth. It was all too surreal. What was happening?! Was I really kissing dean?!
He pulled away and chuckled.
“Sorry.” He exhaled.
“What was that for?” I forced out, trying not to seem like a child on Christmas morning.
“I-I have been wanting to do that for a while now.” Dean stuttered.
He leaned in and kissed me once more before cupping my face.
“I’ve been in love with you since I met you at Bobby’s. And I know I say no chick flick moments but hell with it! I love you more than I love pie and knowing me, that’s a lot.” He laughed.
“It’s just you me and Sammy now. And I’ll do whatever I have to, to keep you safe. I love you y/n.”

I smiled, trying to hold back my tears.
“I love you too dean.” He smiled and returned to the tickle war. His laughter filling the room.

Something Wicked.

I can hear Sam’s gentle voice asking, pleading, ’Talk to me’, please, tell me the truth, what is really going on here, please talk to me. And the crack in Dean’s heart when he knows he needs to open up to his little brother, to be honest with him, to share with him one of the most vulnerable moments in his life.

Imagine 61:

Title: Sugar Man

Warnings: -

Word Count:486

Request: Hey, can you write a SamXReader where she is going through depression? And she has these crying fits where she shakes and sobs for hours. (This happens to me, I always find a small hidden place to stay.) How about Sam goes looking for her? Thanks. I’m sorry it’s so short

A/N:  Thank you for sharing this with me, I honestly hope you like it. And I hope all my followers know that they can come to me at any time if they need help. My ask box is always open to you

Your eyes snapped shut as sobs wracked through your body; your hands were clutched around your favourite bottle of wine as you shook.

Keep reading

Here is Part Four of Body Swap. Sorry that it took me so long to get it to you guys. If you haven’t read the first three parts, you can find them here on my master post, along with my other imagines. Please let me know what you guys think! This is the last part of this story, unless i get enough people saying they want more. So I hope you all enjoy. 

*not my gif*

I can do this… I can do this…  Sam thought, watching with a sense of pure panic as Dean walked around your room, shuffling things around and finally putting a disc into the DVD player.

“I figured we would start off with The Hobbit and work our way towards The Return of the King.” Dean said as he moved to settle himself down next to Sam on your bed, but he stopped when he saw the look on Sam’s’ face. “Or…” he stuttered, “We could watch something else. It’s whatever you want.” Sam gave an exaggerated sigh in his mind as he watched the redness spread up Deans’ neck up to his face. His brother was such a dork. Just remember why you are doing this… Y/N and Dean might have a chance to be together.. And I  get to ride shotgun for the next couple of hunts.. that means more leg room and less cramps. Sam thought to himself.

“No. It’s fine. I haven’t watch these movies for awhile anyway.” He replied, trying to sound enthusiastic for your sake. He could do this. He just had to survive a few hours of Hobbits, and Dwarves… surely you would find a solution by then. All I have to do is keep Dean at arms length and avoid awkward situations. Dean shrugged and finally found his way to your bed and settled himself down next to Sam near the headboard, swinging his feet up and pulling the bowl of popcorn closer. Well.. so much for that.

As the movie played on the screen in front of them, Sam let himself relax. He found his way to the popcorn and he moved to lean against the headboard, making himself more comfortable. He did like this movie. He smiled at his brother when he would throw in some nerdy fact about the movie or the book, thinking how much you and Dean were alike made him roll his eyes. How the two of you hadn’t gotten together yet was simply amazing. But that wasn’t the only reason he was smiling, he was actually having a good time. It made him think of all the times when he was little and he and Dean were stuck in some rotten motel room waiting for their dad to come back from a hunt. Sometimes, Dean would pop in some old western movie, and the two of them would stay up late and watch it over and over. Their childhood wasn’t the perfect by any means but they had their moments. They continued like this through the first two movies, and were about twenty minutes into The Fellowship of the Ring when Dean shifted closer and put his arm around him. Sam instantly stiffened and drew away from his older brother.

“I’m sorry! I just thought… I didn’t think you were mad at me anymore.” Looking back at Dean, Sam almost felt guilty. He didn’t have a single clue what was going on, and he probably thought that you were still mad at him or something. At this rate, he didn’t even care about riding shotgun. If he messed this up, you would kill him. He tried to save the situation.

“No! I uh… just. Cramps.. You know?”  What? That was the first thing that came to mind. Come to think of it he did feel awful. When the two of you did switch back, he was never going to joke about your “time of month” anymore. Deans face changed from confusion to concern.

“Oh, here.” He got up from his spot on the bed and circled around to where he had placed the bag from the store. He fished out a bottle of pain meds and opened them. He shook two pills out and grabbed a bottle of water. “Take these, I’ll be right back.” Sam watched as he left the room. Not questioning his brother, apparently he had experience in situations like these; he swallowed the pills and drank some of the water. After a few moments, Dean returned with some weird small blanket attached to a cord? What the? He stared intently, trying to figure out what was going on, as Dean moved to where Sam was sitting and plugged in the blanket. He adjusted the setting on the dial. “Come on then,” he said, motioning for Sam to sit back down. He was hesitant but eventually Sam found himself sitting back in bed, this time under the covers. Dean moved the heating pad underneath him so it rested on his lower back. God this is so weird. If Dean knew that he was really doing this for his brother and not you, he would absolutely freak out. But any reservations Sam might have had faded away when he finally felt the hot temperature soothing his pain. He sighed out loud. “Feeling better?’’

“mhhmm,” was all that he could muster. Between the pain pills and the heating pad he was about five seconds from unconsciousness.

“I knew that would work. It always knocks you out.” Sam felt the bed dip, and heard the movie playing in the background but he could keep his eyes open any longer and he was soon asleep.

Meanwhile, you were still hard at work in the library, it had been about seven hours since you started researching. You ran your fingers through your hair and tried not to scream. You had found absolutely nothing. How did this happen anyway? Sam was in your room, probably watching your favorite movie and getting pampered while you sat alone in the library with the biggest headache of your life. You just wanted to be back in your own body. You sighed and opened another book; it was the only one left in the bunkers’ library about witches, if you didn’t find anything in here then you would have to resort to outside help. The idea of having to explain to Dean what happened made your stomach flip. Not in a good way. After reading a few pages, a set of words caught your eye. Switching of the mind…. Bodies swapped… THIS IS IT!!!! You jumped up and ran out of the room. You had to find Sam!

You made your way quickly through the halls of the bunker, back toward your room. You stopped when you got to your door. Looking inside, you could see Dean lying on the bed next you your body. Sam was asleep, and their hands were connected. Your heart broke, and you suddenly felt left out. This was your special time with Dean. It wasn’t often that you had time were you weren’t on a hunt, or looking for one. And there they were. The thoughts only lingered for a second before you realized how ridiculous that was. Sam probably had no clue what was going on because he was unconscious and Dean thought he was holding YOUR hand. You shook your head and scolded yourself. You gently knocked on the door. The noise woke a sleepy Sam and you had to stop yourself form laughing when you saw the expression on his face at learning he was holding hands with his brother. He coughed and removed his hand and you frowned at the disappointment on Deans’ face due to the sudden lack on contact.

“Hey Sammy. What’s up?” Dean asked, confused by your sudden presence.

“Oh nothing really. Just wanted to come and see what you guys were up too. You know stretch my legs a bit.” You responded. You met Sam’s eyes and gave him a look. You needed to talk to him without Dean hovering. You hoped he got the message.

“I don’t know why you make yourself do research all the time. We are not even on a case, and you’ve been held up in the library all day. Were you looking for something specific?”

“Yeah I guess you could say that.” You replied, “but I found enough to satisfy my curiosity.” That made Sam’s head snap up. He suddenly coughed to catch Deans’ attention.

“Hey Dean” Dean turned his attention to Sam, turning his body away from you. “If we are going to make it through two more of these movies, we are going to need more popcorn. Do you think could go make us some more?” you rolled your eyes at the pouty look on his face. But, it got the job done. Dean rose from his place on the bed and picked up the bowl that had long been empty.

“Sure thing.” He turned back to look at you, “Do you wanna join us Sammy?”

“Ugh. Sure.”

“Okay, cool. Do you want anything from the kitchen?” he asked.

“Nah. I’m good.” He nodded his head, and with that left you and Sam alone. Waiting until you couldn’t hear him any longer you moved to talk to Sam. He stood up and met you half way, and excitedly grabbed your arms.

“What did you find?!?!”

“There is no spell to counteract what the witch did,” you saw him deflate, “But I did find out that the effect wear off on their own.” You couldn’t help but smile at the relief you saw cross over his face.

“How long will it take?”

“Well, from what I gathered, the spell only works for 24 hours. Assuming that it kicked in early this morning after we fell asleep, we should have around 8 hours left.”

The two of you were so wrapped up in your conversation you didn’t notice when Dean appeared in the doorway. He hadn’t heard anything yet, but when he saw you both in a deep conversation, he decided it was high time he figured out what was going on. The two of you had been so weird all day, and he knew something was up. He took a step back, concealing himself in the hallway.  He listened as you continued to talk.

“Thank God.” Sam let out a small laugh. “I don’t know how much longer I could have kept this up.”

“Oh like it was so hard. You got to relax and watch movies all day with Dean. I’m the one who was stuck in the library by myself all day.” You tried to hide the hurt in your voice. Sam saw your face fall and raised a hand to your arm and gave a light squeeze.

“You know if it was different that wouldn’t be the case. I was only trying to help.”

“I know. Just… when I walked in and saw you guys it was hard.”

“You think it wasn’t hard for me?” he asked gently, “ I had to freakin cuddle with him! The only reason I did it was because I knew how much it would mean to you.” you let out a sigh and relaxed into his touch.

“Thank you. I know that must have been so weird and uncomfortable.” Sam shrugged.

“Well, what you expect? I would do anything for my best friend. I just want you to be happy. Even if that means being uncomfortable for awhile.” A smile spread itself across your face.

“I’m your best friend? What about Dean?”

“Dean is my brother. But it’s different with you. I know that if I ever need anything I can come to you, no questions asked… and I would do the same for you. It’s just nice to have someone to talk to.” You couldn’t help yourself and you pulled Sam in for a bone-crushing hug.

In the hallway, Deans’ heart was broken. From his point of view, you had all but said that you hated spending time with him. You would have rather been with Sam along. And Sam… what was going on between you two? After his talk with his younger this morning, he had thought that Sam was still on board with Dean having feelings for you. But after hearing the two of you talk, he wasn’t so sure. It almost sounded like the two of you were together. Maybe Sam had told you of his feelings and the two of you were just trying to spare his feelings.  Well screw that he thought. He charged back into the room, anger radiating off of his body, and coughed, breaking the moment between the two of you. You and Sam parted, and looked at Dean, confusion written on both of your faces.

“I came back to see if you wanted butter” he spat at Sam. “But I guess that doesn’t matter anyway.” He finished, as he started to gather all of his things that were strung across the room.

“Dean, what are you…” you started, but Dean cut you off immediately.

“Oh just cut the crap. I’m not a child. If the two of you want to be together I’m not standing in your way.” Your jaw dropped. Where was this coming from? It suddenly hit you. If Dean had walked in on you and Sam in the middle of your “best friend moment” it would be really easy to jump to conclusions. You opened your mouth to say something, but Dean cut in again, not letting you have a chance.

“You don’t have to say anything Sam. I should have figured it out sooner, even after our conversation this morning.” You and Sam followed behind him as he walked down the hall, and to entrance of the bunker. “I’m going out, give you guys some alone time I guess.” And with that he grabbed his keys, and left. A few seconds later, the sound of the Impala driving away filled your ears, and tears threatened to run down your cheeks. The two of you stood there, silent for a minute before you turned and walked away, ignoring Sam calling after you. You just need to be alone for a while and wrap your head around it all. But Sam wouldn’t let you escape that easily. He followed you back to your room and sat beside you, keeping his distance.

“We have to tell him about the spell now… you know that right?” he voice broke through the quiet and brought you out of your train of thought.

“I know.”

“What are you afraid of?” he asked, still sensing your hesitation.

“He is going to hate me. I mean, it was my fault that all of this happened. If I had done my job right in the first place, none of this would have happened. And then this morning, when he told me about his feelings for me…. When he finds out he wasn’t really talking to you…” you took a breath, trying to remain calm, “ he will never trust me again.”

“That is ridiculous. You weren’t the one who cast the spell on us. You didn’t plan for any of this to happen. And Dean?” he paused, to place his hand on top of yours, providing some much needed comfort, “He would forgive you. He loves you so much. I have never seen him act like this with anyone else he has ever dated. And you two aren’t even together yet!!!” he bumped your shoulder with his, causing you to smile. “But, we have to tell him the truth. Otherwise, he is going to think that we betrayed him, and that you don’t love him. Which we both know is far from the truth.” You knew that Sam was right. You were just dreading the conversation.

“I will. When Dean gets back from wherever it is he ran of to…. I will sit him down and tell him the truth.”

“Do you want me to be there so we can do it together?” you shook your head.

“No. I think he will be more receptive if its just one of us. If we sit him down together he might feel attacked and just leave again.” Sam nodded his head in understanding before giving you one more reassuring squeeze and standing up.

“You’re probably right.” He said, as he walked toward the door. “I’m gonna head to the library and try to find us a case. Maybe working a job will help us get back to the swing of things you know?”

After Sam left, you were left alone with your thoughts. How on earth were you going to explain all of this to Dean? Would he even believe you? What if he thought that you were just carrying on a joke and he got even more upset? You sighed and got out of bed, grabbing your favorite book as you made your way to the living room area in the bunker, knowing Dean he would be gone for a few more hours and come back drunk after the bartender cut him off. Now all you could do was wait for him to return.

You woke up to the sound of the bunker door slamming shut, and keys being hung up on the rack. You sat up, removing the book from its place on your stomach. You must have fallen asleep waiting for Dean to get back. You stood and made your way to the kitchen, following the noises that could only mean that Dean was trying to find something to eat in his drunken state. That was never good. You paused in the doorway, and sure enough Dean was bent over, head in the fridge and a stack of random ingredients on the counter. Apparently he was going to cook a burger. You cleared your throat, trying to catch his attention. He straightened himself, and looked to meet your eyes.

“Hey there Sammy. What’s my little brother doing up at this time of night?” he asked, his voiced laced with anger and bitterness. You tried to answer without getting worked up.

“I was reading on the couch. I fell asleep waiting for you to come home.” Dean turned to slam the refrigerator door closed and walked to the counter, avoiding eye contact the entire time.

“Oh really? Would have thought you were enjoying your time with (Y/N). I mean its not everyday you get some alone time with your girlfriend.” He retorted as he moved to cut the ingredients for the burger. Fearing that he might hurt himself, you stepped forward and took the knife out of his hand. For a second you thought that he was going to hit you. But then the look in his eye shifted and he moved to sit at the kitchen table. You both remained silent as you prepared his burger for him, neither of you knowing what to say. You placed his burger on a plate and sat it down in front of him, taking the seat across the table. He gave you a calculating look, trying to figure out why you were being so nice to him, when he was being the biggest dick ever. He was a few bites into his burger when you decided to answer him.

“She’s not my girlfriend Dean.” He put down his burger and looked at you, waiting for you to continue. “We aren’t together like that. When you walked in, and saw us hugging… that was just a friend thing. She was just comforting me. You see….I’m.. kinda going through something right now. She was being a good friend Dean. She is like my little sister. You have to believe me. I would never do anything to hurt you, and neither would she.” Your voice broke and you tried to hide the emotion in your voice. Looking at his face, you could see it wasn’t working. He was killing you with the silence. He rose from his seat only to return a second later with a beer. You had put it out there, and you just hoped that he would believe you. His eyes softened and he gently pat your shoulder.

“Okay Sammy, if you say nothing is going on then nothing was going on. I just… the way she talked about me made it seem like she hated me. Like spending time with me was the worse thing in the whole world. That hurt me Sam. At one time I thought that she felt the same way, but after that…I just don’t know anymore.” You could see the tears welling up in his eyes, and you knew that you had to tell him about the spell.

“That’s not true Dean.” You sighed, here goes nothing, “This morning when you said something was weird between us you were right, but it wasn’t what you thought it was.” Dean raised an eyebrow and motioned for you to continue. “We didn’t want you to know that the witch had managed to cast a spell on us.” You stopped to gage his reaction. He sat there a moment, eyes blown wide before he started to freak out.

“WHAT?!?! OH MY GOD ARE YOU HURT? IS SHE HURT? ANWSER ME SAM!” Dean was all but hyperventilating at this point. Rising from his chair he moved toward you lifting you up and turning you around, inspecting you for injuries. You grabbed him by the arm and took a deep breath, motioning for him to follow. After three good deep breaths, you returned him to his seat. He had calmed down a bit, but he you could still tell that he was anxious.

“Stay calm okay? I’m going to tell you what happened, but only if you promise not to freak out. Nod your head,” you paused as he nodded his head took a long sip from his beer. “On our way out, the witch hit us with a spell. We didn’t know it then, it was only after we woke up this morning did we realize what happened.” This was it. Telling Dean that you screwed up, betrayed his trust lied to him about it. You took a deep breath yourself before continuing. “We switched bodies Dean. (Y/N) and I woke up in each others bodies.” You saw him take several, long deep breathes through his nose. He was handling this quite well. You weren’t sure if you should thank the alcohol or the deep breathing.

“So how long where the two of you stuck?” he asked. You remained silent. How were you supposed to tell him that he was really talking to you and not Sam? When you didn’t respond however, your silence gave it all away. “OH MY GOD! YOU’RE STILL SWITCHED??” He began pacing the floor in the kitchen. “HOW COULD YOU BE THIS IRRESPONSIBLE?! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING, NOT TELLING ME ABOUT THIS? WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENED?” He was full on screaming now, and you couldn’t hold it back much longer. Your sobs shook through you and the air seemed to leave your lungs. This is what you were afraid of. This is why you didn’t want to tell him in the first place. Dean turned at the end of the kitchen to continue his now well-beaten path, when he saw you. Your head buried in your hands, trying to conceal your tears. He deflated instantly, and his gaze softened. It was weird for him. He knew that it was you crying, but all he could see was his little brother. At the lack of noise, you looked up and met his eyes. Dean felt his stomach drop. Finally, he could see you in this brothers’ body, because the look you were giving him now was the same one you gave him the night before, a look of sorrow, and regret. He walked toward you, kneeling down, meeting you at eye level.

“I’m sorry.” He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.  “(Y/N), I am so sorry. Please stop crying.”

“No, I’m the one who is sorry Dean. I broke your trust and lied to you about the whole thing, when I should have just told you what was going on.” You had stopped shaking, but tears were still falling down your face.

“Don’t apologize to me (Y/N). I’m just glad that you’re telling me now. Lord knows I didn’t make it easy for you.” you smiled. Hearing all of this was a huge relief.

“No. I guess you didn’t.” he let out a small chuckle. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like I did in the first place. Maybe if I hadn’t been such an ass, you would have felt comfortable enough to tell me.” The atmosphere suddenly turned serious, and you shifted your body in the chair, trying to become accustomed to it. Deans’ eyes were focused on the floor. “You know, I don’t really think all that stuff I said about you last night right? You are an amazing hunter, and so strong. I just…I worry about you.”

“I know. You told me this morning remember?” The words left your mouth before you could stop them. You had planed on having this particular conversation after you were back in your body, but I guess now was as good a time as ever. His head snapped up and your eyes found his.

“I was talking to you?” you simply nodded your head, and waited for the yelling to start again. You were surprised when you heard Dean laugh. Not just a chuckle, but a full out laugh. “Well. That explains the hug. I thought Sam was going crazy.”

“So you’re not mad?” you asked timidly.

“No (Y/N). I don’t think I could ever truly be mad at you. Am I upset that that’s how you found out that I had feelings for you? Yes. But I guess we can’t change that. I actually feel better now, having it out there. You may not feel the same way…” you interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

“Dean. Shut up.” you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close. You weren’t able to kiss him in this body, because that would be too weird for both of you, but you could still hug the crap out of him. You smiled when you felt his arms come up and squeeze back. You were so focused on Dean that you didn’t notice the clock hit 4:00 am.

The body in Dean’s arms suddenly grew ridged. It pulled back away from him quickly and he watched as it examined it’s fingers, and arms, and how it brought it’s hands up to feel the stubble on it’s face. “(Y/N)?” Dean asked, growing concerned.

“No. Not (Y/N).” A smile spread across Sam’s face. He was finally back in his own body. He laughed at look on his older brothers face. “Go get her,” he said, as he shoved Dean out of the kitchen.

When you came to, you were sitting in the library. That was odd. You were just in the kitchen talking to Dean. What were you doing in the library? You rubbed your face with the palms of your hands, and that’s when you felt it. You let your fingers glide over your soft, scruffless face and you smiled to yourself. You were back in your own body. You instantly rose from the chair you has found yourself in, and broke out into a run. You had to find Dean. Turning a corner, you froze; he was standing there, and the other end of the hallway. His face was red, and he was breathing hard. He must have been running too. A giant smile ran across your face, and before you could stop yourself you were sprinting to close the gap between you, jumping into his arms when you did. You wrapped your legs around his middle, while your arms found there way to his neck. He brought his strong arms forward, holding you up. You pulled back, allowing yourself to look into his beautiful green eyes. Keeping one strong arm in place, he moved the other one, so that he hand found your cheek. You leaned into the touch and smiled when he raked it through your hair.

“I love you (Y/N). I love you so much.”

“I love you too Dean.” The inches that separated you disappeared when your lips found his in the most beautiful kiss. His hand returned to your back, pulling you closer to him. You could taste the whiskey and burger grease on his lips, and you smiled into the kiss. This is exactly what you thought Dean’s lips would taste like but better. When Dean started to shake beneath you, it took a minute for you to realize he was laughing. You drew back to look at him. “What’s so funny?” He shook his head.

 “I’m just really glad that you switched back. This would have been really awkward with giant moose legs instead of your tiny ones.” He managed to get out between chuckles. You just rolled your eyes. Of course you could have to fall for the biggest dork on the planet. But as you pulled him close for another kiss, you realized you didn’t mind at all.

Dean Winchester Imagine- I Will

Prompt- Dean tells Cas to blow him, you say you will

A/N- i’m sorry, but im enjoying this one xD Credit to gif owner, although you can’t see it bc my laptop saved it as a picture

      You and Sam were doing research while Cas and Dean bickered at each other. All the sudden, Dean yells behind him “Blow me, Cas!” and you look up from your laptop . “Why ask Cas when you know I’ll give it to you whenever?” you say to your boyfriend, everyone’s eyes now glued on you. Dean walked up to you and grabbed your wrist, taking you to your shared room. 

Spank Me || Part Two

Part One |

Rating: R/M for language and sexual content
Pairing: Dean/Reader

You were mortified. After a long night of cowering in your room, Sam announced that he had a lead on a shapeshifter nearby. Carefully, you peaked out into the hall before making your way to the library. You knew you couldn’t hide in your room forever, but you didn’t know what you were going to say to Dean. ‘Uh, sorry I was watching you masturbate’… Yeah, that wouldn’t go over so well. It was bad enough that the mental image had you hot and bothered all night. You practically sighed when you noticed it was just Sam in the room.

“Hey, Sam.” You gave him a tight smile, trying to look relaxed. You would have to face Dean eventually… Just maybe not today?

Keep reading

Imagine 22

Title: Dust in the Wind

Word Count: 491

Warnings: None

Request: Reader has a nightmare!

A/N: So sorry for the lack of updating! I had a long weekend… I drank too much.

Let me tell you something that you probably didn’t know:

All hunters have nightmares.

It didn’t matter what gender you were or how tough you think you are- during the night you’re just like every other human being, weak… vulnerable. Something you weren’t allowed to be at any time of the day.

You had to be aware at all times.

“Always be alert. Y/N, keep your eye on your enemy the whole time.”

A slight flicker of movement and you’d be ready to pounce, brandishing your blade ready to slaughter whatever damn thing was in your way.

I was trained to be a warrior, to be flawless in my hunts- to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves, and sometimes, oh God where there times where you failed your duty as a hunter.

Sometimes people ended up hurt and sometimes people ended up dead.

And no matter what, you would always end up blaming yourself.


I awoke with a start, my body hurling forward as a gasp escaped my mouth as the onslaught of memories cascade through my head like a video on repeat.

The images of that little girl’s throat being snapped by that demon, the way her body slumped to the ground… lifeless and eyes open.

I watched as the light in her eyes got blown out, her life barbarically taken by that black eyed skank.

Tears clouded my vision as I got up from my bed, the crisp night air making my shiver as it touched my bra and underwear clad body, my skin breaking out in series of goose bumps as I made my way to Dean’s room through the darkened hallway.

I opened his door clumsily, wincing as it slammed into the wall awaking Dean from his slumber, he reached underneath his pillow instantaneously and pulled out a gun that was loaded with silver bullets, in the other he held up a demon blade, a fierce look of determination on his face.

“Who’s there?” he demanded, trying to squint in the darkness.

“It’s me” I whispered, my voice cracking as my bottom lip jutted.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Come here” He chucked his weapons on the ground and opened his arms to invite me into them.

I went in them and he tightened his arms around me.  

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He rubbed my back and kissed my forehead. “Did you have another nightmare?” He asked.

I nodded into his shoulder and he pulled me tighter into his loving arms, my head resting on his pulsating heart.

“It’s okay, I’m here now. You’re okay.” He promised.

He helped me get under his covers and he just held me like my daddy used to do when I was a child. He cradled me into his chest, his hand rubbing up and down my back, occasionally shushing me and telling me everything was going to be okay.

When my sobs turned into hiccups I pulled away from his grasp in embarrassment.

“Where’re you going?” He asked.

“Back to bed, I’m sorry for disturbing you” I mumbled, biting my lip.

“Stay the night.” He said, rubbing my cheek as his eyes stared into mine. “I’ll keep the nightmares away.” He promised with a small smile.

I lay back in his arms, my back facing his chest. His arms wound itself around my stomach, holding me tightly.

 “Thanks Dean.” I whispered.

And for the first time that night I felt safe. Secure.

Like everything was going to be okay as he held on to me.



THE SUPERNATURAL GIF CHALLENGE  |  savingchesters vs. plaiding
round one | favorite
character + favorite quote

You heard my brother. That’s right, I said brother. ‘Cause you know what, Bob? We’re not actors. We’re hunters. We’re the Winchesters. Always have been, and always will be. And where we’re from, people don’t know who we are. But you know what? W e   m a t t e r e d   i n   t h a t   w o r l d . In fact, we even saved a son of a bitch once or twice.


6.22 | Reasons I love Sam: [ 12/∞ ]:
↳ He took back lifetimes of damaging Cage memories so he could be with Dean.


Wincest AU: Dean’s not great with the whole “chick-flick moments” thing, but sometimes there are no words to say.