“Morning sleeping beauty.” Dean said with a smirk as Sam walked into the view of the kitchen.
“That’s my name Uncle De!” You replied with a pout.
“I thought you wanted to be Punzel?” Dean asked with a look.
“Oh, dat’s right. I’m Punzel!” You said happily before taking a bite out of your bagel.
“How are you so awake?” Sam asked while looking at you as he went to grab himself some much needed coffee.
“Whatcha mean?” Dean questioned, glancing between you and Sam. You simply shrugged your shoulders, dismissing the men before turning your focus back onto your bagel.
“She woke me up at like one am because of a bad dream and didn’t fall back asleep until six.” Sam replied with a yawn.
Dean looked over at you with a furrowed brow, “Shorty woke me up at six thirty. I just had her lay in bed with me watching Netflix until I decided to get up.” Dean told your father.
Both men shared concerned glances before Sam walked over and knelt down to your level. “Y/N, did you ever go back to sleep last night?” He asked you. You quickly nodded your head and took another bite of your bagel, but avoided eye contact with both men, a telltale sign that you were lying to them.
“Y/N.” You uncle said in a stern voice, causing your shoulder to slump.
“Baby, did you go back to sleep when I put you back in bed this morning?” Sam asked again. This time you shook your head ‘no’ while looking at your hands that were on your lap.
“Why not princess?” Dean asked while leaning down on your other side.
“Cause I was scareded the monster was gon get me if I went back to sleep. I tried really hard Daddy but I couldn’t, so stead I went to Uncle De’s room.” You said in a guilty voice.
“It’s okay sweetheart, you know I like our sleepovers.” Dean said, trying to erase the sadness you were feeling, no kid should feel sorry about wanting comfort from their family.
“You can always go to your uncle Y/N there’s nothing wrong with that. You can always come back and get me too, why didn’t you?” Sam asked, worried that you didn’t want his comfort.
“You were sleepy daddy and needed sleep. You kept the monsters away all night so I figured Uncle De could do it in the morning.” You said in a soft tone.
The brothers shared a chuckle at your words, “Can’t beat that logic.” Dean said with a smile on his face.
“No you can’t, but you missy,” Sam began while he swooped you into his arms causing you to giggle, “Need to get more sleep, and so do I.”
“Can I sleep with you daddy?” You asked with a concerned look on your face, scared he’d leave you alone.
“Of course baby.” He replied as he began to walk out of the room.
“Wait!” You shouted, putting both your hands on either side of your dad’s face.
“What?” Sam asked, concerned that he was missing something.
Idea: Dean heating up his lunch on a microwave and whispers in realization; “I’m in love with a wavelength”, and dissolves into hysterical laughter, leaving Sam confused and wondering if he should ask why Dean’s laughing or just leave it alone
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Request:
Hi! Could you write a DeanxReader in which the reader and the boys have known each other since they were kids and the reader has always loved Dean, but for some reason they lost touch and never saw each other again. However, one day they are hunting the same thing and the reader recognises Dean immediately, but he has no idea who she is? Sorry if it is too specific. I don’t mind if it gets long :)
Warnings: Swearing Word Count: 1213 A/N:Thank you for the amazing feedback on “How to Get A Guy To Like You”! This was my first request, I hope it was quite good, and friendly reminder, I love feedback! <3 Gif’s not mine!
There had to be
someone who was messing with you on purpose because there was no way this could
be happening right now.
something, universe? You thought as you stared at one and only Dean Winchester
When I said I wanted my life to be like a fairy tale, I didn’t mean the most
depressing part of Little fucking Mermaid.
wow it’s been literal months but i finally have more blind!dean au for you guys. here’s part onetwo and three, thanks for reading and stuff!!!~~~~
They ended up in a park somehow. Castiel didn’t even know how long they had been walking for, all he knew was that he didn’t want this to end. He was more intrigued by Dean than ever.
“So what’s your story, Cas?” Dean asked, his cane moving back and forth in front of him. The question startled Castiel, because, well… What was his story?
“There’s not much to tell, really.” Cas shrugged. “I make coffee for people, mostly.” And wow, how upsetting was that?
“Nah,” Dean shook his head, that damn smirk on his face again. He couldn’t seem to contain it, and Castiel didn’t dare hope that it was because of him. “There’s definitely more to you than meets the eye.” And he waggled his eyebrows when he said that, forcing a small choke of laughter from Castiel. Dean just smiled bigger. It reminded Castiel of the sun, so bright and warm, enveloping him completely.
“Hey Dean.” You chirped, sitting down next to him at the kitchen table.
“Morning, Y/N.” He shot you a smile and gave you half of his bagel.
You swooned at his gesture. Almost as soon as you met Dean, you developed a major crush and now, it’s turned into something much more. The only person that knows is Sam, who continuously insists that Dean feels the same way, but you don’t believe him.
“Thanks for the bagel.” You gave Dean a warm smile and popped the last piece of Dean’s bagel into your mouth.
“Strawberry cream cheese is your favorite, right?” He asked you.
“Yeah.” You nodded. “Thanks for putting it on your bagel.”
“Anytime.” He shot you a wink and you walked off, hiding the small blush that rose up on your cheeks.
“More blushing?” Sam teased, nudging your side.
“Shut up, Winchester.” You buried your head in his chest.
“C’mon, Y/N.” Sam placed his hand on your shoulder and guided you to his room. “We can watch Harry Potter and talk about how much Dean loves you.”
“Stop saying that.” You lightly slapped his chest. “You’re going to get my hopes up.”
“I’m just telling you the truth.” He raised his hands in defense.
“Whatever.” You huffed, flopping on his bed. “Just put Harry on.”
Sam laughed lightly. “Sure thing, Y/L/N.”
After he put the movie in, Sam walked over to the bed and laid down next to you. You heard footsteps coming closer and closer to Sam’s room.
“Am I still blushing?” You asked him in a panic.
“A little.” Sam admitted.
You buried your face into Sam’s chest, blocking Dean’s view of it. There was no way that Dean would ever know that you were blushing. No way in heaven, hell, purgatory, earth, basically anywhere.
“Sam-” Dean walked through the door and paused. “Never mind, you seem a little busy.”
You removed your face from Sam’s chest once you heard the door slam. “Phew, that was close.”
“Y/N.” Sam grinned from ear to ear.
“What?” You asked.
“You should’ve seen his face. He looked jealous.” Sam wiggled his eyebrows.
“No he didn’t.” You argued.
“Yes he did, Y/N!” Sam threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “And you heard him slam the door. He didn’t close it, he slammed it, because he was jealous that you were cuddling with me.”
“I was hiding my face.” You said, confused.
“Yeah but Dean didn’t know that.” Sam persisted. “You should go and talk to him.”
“No way, Sammy.” You shook your head rapidly.
Sam shot you a look, making you sigh and nod your head. “If you’re wrong, I’ll kill you.”
“Fair enough.” Sam nodded. “But I won’t be.”
“We’ll see, Winchester.” You yelled before walking a few doors down the hall to Dean’s room.
“Dean?” You asked, knocking.
“Y/N.” He opened the door before walking back to his desk.
“What are you doing?” You asked him, confused.
“Looking for a hunt.” He answered, nonchalantly.
“We just got back from one last night.” You reminded him.
“Yeah well,” He looked back at you before looking at his laptop again. “It looks like you and Sam need some alone time.”
“Dean, what are you talking about?” You walked up to him and closed his laptop. “C’mon, talk to me.”
“You two are dating aren’t you?” He asked you.
“No, we’re just friends.” You told him honestly.
“Good.” Dean stood up and smashed his lips to yours. You immediately wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, playing with the hair at the base of his neck. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. After a few more seconds, Dean pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.
“Y/N,” Dean smiled, pressing a kiss to your nose. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Yes,” You smiled, happy that Sam was right.
Dean placed his lips back on yours and the two of you spent the rest of the day in each other’s arms, where you belonged.
They had been arguing the better part of 10 minutes. Running your hand through your hair, you sighed. “I’m going to go make dinner, guys…”
None of them made any movement that they had heard you. Too busy arguing over Amara and Metatron.
“I’m going to go streaking through the streets.” You said sarcastically as you got up. “Dean has a third hairy nipple.” Nothing. “I’m just gonna take off all my clothes.” Rolling your eyes, you walked out of the room, leaving the growing amount of testosterone behind.
Dean was just getting to sleep when he heard a faint popping noise from behind him. He could easily guess where- or who- it had come from, and he relaxed at that. The other possibilities meant that he was in only his underwear in front of a different angel. Regardless of the angel, however, Dean shouldn’t have been okay with it, but he couldn’t help but feel like it was alright with Cas.
“Oh. I apologize Dean. I didn’t realize you were asleep. Do you wish me to leave you?”
Dean groggily sat up and shook his head. He wiped his eyes with the palm of his head. “No, it’s fine. What’s up?”
“I was thinking of going somewhere, preferably with you. I think I would like to show this place to you.”
“Sure, Cas.” Dean nodded and stood up, no longer groggy. “Just let me get dressed first.” Cas nodded and sat on the edge of the bed, curiously watching Dean Winchester pull on his clothes. Once he was done, the Winchester turned to face Castiel, who then flew them to the place he needed to show to Dean.
“… Wow. I- I wasn’t expecting… well, this. Where are we?” Dean said once they arrived.
“We are in a flower field, Dean,” Castiel said unsarcastically.
Dean gave him a look. “I couldn’t tell.” That, however, was incredibly sarcastic, because it was painfully obvious to anyone who was there that they were in a field of purple flowers, their stalks reaching them nearly to the angel’s knees. “Where is the field?” Despite the hunter’s sarcastic tone, the field was breathtakingly beautiful, especially to someone who was so familiar with horrors.
“Ah.” Castiel hadn’t picked up on Dean’s sarcasm in the least. (Ahem- @harleyreadit ) “We are in someone’s heaven, although I’m not entirely sure who’s.” Dean nodded, amused by the angel’s lack of understanding, then plopped himself down in the grass, some daring flowers having the joyful audacity to tickle his nose. Castiel smiled gleefully and sat down across from the hunter, putting his legs in the position “criss cross apple sauce” that he had learned about a few days prior.
Castiel began idly plucking at the flowers, weaving the stems together as the hunter and him talked.
“So, why’d you take me here?” Dean asked, his voice jovial, yet shaky.
“Because of many reasons, Dean. I miss simply being able to talk with you. I think you deserve to see and relish beautiful things. I couldn’t think of any better place to…” The angel cut off suddenly, as if catching himself from saying something he knows he shouldn’t. Of course, that’s what happened.
“Any better place to what?” Dean asked, his curiosity piqued.
“Nothing,” the angel said, cheeks burning red. He looked down, focusing more on the flower crown he was making. Soon, he was finished, and with out hesitating, he placed it on Dean’s head, laughing at the hunters confused look. The hunter let the question fall closer to the back of his mind as he laughed with Castiel, nearly falling on top of the angel because he was leaning forward too far.
Castiels face fell into a concentrated frown, most likely thinking about something. “I’m sorry dean. I need to go. I will be back shortly.” With that, he left.
He was back shortly, like he had said, but he brought a grinning Sam with him. Sam lifted his phone from his side and snapped a quick picture of Dean before Cas took him back to wherever he had been. Soon, Castiel returned, this time with no Sam. He was wearing the same grin that Sam had, the one that said “yeah, that just happened. I’m so posting this!” Dean was not amused, however.
“What was that about, Cas?” The grumpy hunter asked.
“Sam was concerned when he woke up and you weren’t there, so he prayed to me. I explained the situation and he insisted on seeing you. I did not realize his intentions.”
“Oh. Ok.” With that, they fell back into a silence. Dean began picking flowers himself and working them into a crown, but his fingers were unaccustomed to the action in a way that made it nearly impossible to successfully create the crown when combined with the fact that he had no idea what he was supposed to do.
In just a few minutes, Dean gave up and handed Castiel the unbound roses in a heap. This earned a hearty laughter from the angel as he picks up the flowers and simply sticks them in his messy, black hair.
He picks up the last flower in his lap, and instead of putting it in his hair, he holds onto it, manipulating it into several different shapes at once, then simply into swirling it between his fingers. “Dean, throughout my whole time in this earth, none has been more exciting than when I was human. I got to see the beauty in the world. Flowers smelled nicer, and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches tasted much better than when they were simply molecules. Things were simply better now that I could truly appreciate them. But, despite all that, one thing stayed the same. My love for green things: apples, trees, your eyes, grass, things like that. Green things have been something that I loved and cherished since I met you. But my favorite thing has always been you. You’re my favorite, Dean.” The bagel fell silent, not entirely certain if Dean had understood what he meant.
“Oh, ok. Wow. Uhm, thanks? I think you’re pretty cool too,” the hunter said awkwardly. Apparently, he hadn’t understood.
“No, Dean. That’s not what I meant. I.. Love you. Not like family. Like someone that I want to spend a lot of time holding close. I am in love with you, Dean Winchester.”
Instead of saying something, Dean simply sat there, tears in the corners of his eyes. “Have I said or done something to offend you, Dean? If this is not something you want to hear, then I apologize, I simply thought it bet-”
He was cut off by the hunter rushing to hug him, tears falling freely now.
“No apologies necessary. I’ve waited so long to hear that. I’ve waited so long feeling the same way. I love you too, Cas. I love you too.” By the end of his proclamation, Dean was whispering into Castiel’s ear.
Dean finally let go of the angel, both of them smiling. Cas’ smile fell a bit though. “What’s wrong?” Dean asked, concerned.
“Your flower crown. It fell off,” the Angel said disparagingly. He reached behind his back and picked it up gently, then placed back into the hunter’s head, sitting back, satisfied at last.
Betrayed and abandoned by his brother Seth, Dean Ambrose becomes obsessed with vengeance, devoting his life to tracking down his sibling and anyone close to him. Tracking Seth to his palatial home, Dean truly comes unhinged as he intends to tear his brother apart — in every way imaginable.
Yup, I’d watch it. homo-pink and I would be 1st in line at the movie theatre to see this one. Buy a nice big tub of popcorn and hunker down to watch a very EB like Dean literally rip Seth apart. And I wouldn’t say no to corpse fucking, either…