but i went with dean dying for a long amount of time


Ok, so this is a imagine that I’ve had in my head for a while now. Enjoy, My Lovelies. xx

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Dean looked up as the Y/C/H hunter walked into the viewing room. Her hair fell loosely around her face, the soft Hollywood curls framing it perfectly. His eyes wandered over her body, the way her jeans hugged her arse perfectly, the black tank she wore that was slightly see through, the deep red bra underneath that showed off some of her best assets. Her silver cross hung down over the top of her breasts, the diamonds shining in the light. Her heels clicked on the polished concrete floor, he glanced down at the ankle boots, that was a new looked. The look was Y/N all over, but a sexed up Y/N. He frowned at the duffels in her hand.


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Wanna Make a Bet?

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1778

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, teasing, oral sex (male and female receiving), spanking, fluffy 

Summary: After Sam gets annoyed at your and Dean’s PDA’s you get the idea to make a bet with Dean to see who could last longer with no touching, neither of you make it too far. 

A/N: This is for anon who requested, How about for requests a dean and girlfriend reader where they have always had a ton of pda and Sam get fed up. After Sam telling them to knock it off dean and the reader make a bet on who can go the longer without sex but they both keep teasing each other and trying to make the other break. Ending in smut please? I came up with some fluffy smut and annoyed Sam that I hope was what you were looking for! 

You were so wrapped up in seeing Dean walk through the door you didn’t even pause before you flung yourself into his arms and started to work your mouth against his. You felt the way his tongue slid in between your parted lips and massaged your own. You fisted your hands in his short blond hair and felt the way that his hands gripped your waist in return. In short, you were totally immersed in nothing more than pure elation at seeing your boyfriend and finally being able to touch him again. 


You ignored the words you were hearing besides you in favor of continuing to show your boyfriend just how happy you were to see him. 

“Hey!” Sam called out when his brother’s hand had made its way down to your ass cheek and slapped you gently. 

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Complicated (Dean x Reader + Sam x Reader)

Plot: Dean Winchester dies, leaving his brother and his girl alone. All the frustration and anger brings Y/N and Sam together in a way that is a lot more than friendly comfort. As Sam and the reader delve into a relationship, a surprise visitor comes knocking on the door, changing everything.

Warning: Angst, fluff, Dean dying, much smut, unprotected sex (wrap it) kinda cheating but not really, swearing

Originally posted by superuunatural

Originally posted by onscreenkisses

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Human!Cas x Reader

A/N: The requests will not be completed in any specific order, please be patient if you sent in any requests.

Request:  Hi, could I make a request please? CasxReader, set while Cas is without his grace. Reader gets hurt pretty bad on a hunt and Cas is panicking because this is the first time he’s been unable to do anything, so he ends up staying by her side 24/7 and doing what he can to help her and take care of her.

Warnings: blood, fluff

Word count: 1671

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

“G-ghoul,” You announced aloud, shaking your head as you continued to struggle against the ropes tying your arms and legs down. Your wrists were red and hot from rope burn, and you were beginning to fall in and out of consciousness from blood loss. 

“It was a good act, wasn’t it? You really thought I was a shapeshifter.” He said, happily. “I didn’t think I’d be able to fool a great hunter like you, I mean, you are with the Winchesters. You should’ve known I wasn’t a shapeshifter.” 

His words went through one ear and out the other, and you knew you weren’t going to last much longer. He had been draining you for the past twenty minutes, it wasn’t as long as you’d thought it would need to be, but apparently he was pretty good at this. Your left arm was completely numb, and you could barely even move it an inch. The gaping wound in your stomach wasn’t helping you either, you could yourself losing too much blood.

“Where are those bratty Winchester’s anyways?” He huffed a breath. “Oh well, I’m sure they’ll come to me, then I’ll have even more food.” He grinned before cutting your wrist open even wider, his lips connecting with the flesh and sucking the blood into his mouth. You shuddered at the disgusting feeling and tried to move, but you were much too weak now. 

The sound of the front door being kicked in made the ghoul jump up and run into the other room, no doubt to try and knock Sam and Dean out. You wanted to call out to them and warn them, but your voice wasn’t cooperating with you. Silence filled the room, and for a moment, you had thought you were slipping back into unconsciousness. When Castiel came into your view, your eyes widened only the slightest before they fell closed, your breathing becoming light.

Castiel had begun panicking when he noticed you weren’t awake anymore. He felt useless. He wasn’t as used to this hunting thing as Sam and Dean, and he wasn’t sure where to start on your wounds. His hands immediately flew to your wrists and applied pressure, feeling as though they were the reason for your unconsciousness. “Y/n,” He whispered close to your ear. “Please wake up.”

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Company Is Welcomed

Crowley x Reader

Prompt #1: “Please don’t go. I don’t want to be alone.”

Summary: When a hunt turns rough, a certain someone is there to help you through it; will the fact that you almost died be enough to finally admit your feelings for Crowley?

Warnings: Swearing, slight torture, blood, and FLUFF

Word Count: 1706

A/N: This is for @waytooinlovewithdeanwinchester writing challenge. It should’ve been due back in December, but I’m completely horrible. Here it is! This is my first time writing any Supernatural x reader, so I hope you enjoy!

   Vampire nests are always easy to clear. Just stick to the plan, and everything will go smoothly. Unfortunately, working with the Winchesters is almost a guarantee that things will go wrong; and after hunting with them for 3 years, you think you would know this fact before you agreed to their plan in the first place. The plan is that you will be bait and on your word, the boys will jump out and help to take down the other vamps. This is only to happen once Sam and Dean scope out the warehouse to make sure there aren’t too many the three of you to handle.
   At their okay, you walk into the mostly empty warehouse that is basically in the middle of nowhere, keeping your wits about you. You see a shadow appear on the ground next to you and quickly turn to face the bloodsucker. About to give your cue to the boys for them to come and help out, you hear a low growl echo all around you. Turning your body in a slow circle, you see that you’re surrounded by way more than the three vamps that you were told there would be.
“Where are the brothers?” One steps forward from the shadows, lifeless eyes boring into you. With that question, you knew you had to keep your mouth shut.    
Shaking your head, you feigned innocence. “Who?”
With a short, unamused scoff, another vampire creeps up closely behind you. “You can’t expect us to believe that one hunter would attempt to take us on without backup?”
“To be fair, there were only meant to be three of you.” You mumble, trying to keep a quiver out of your voice. “That’s a fair amount for a strong hunter to take on.”
“She’s lying.” The first one states. “Her heartbeat sped up.”
The vamp behind you grabs your arms tightly. “Well we have to get it out of you somehow.” He whispers in your ear.
About to make a snarky comment back, you feel something hard hit your head, then everything went black.

   Coming to, you try to bring ah hand up to your pounding head, but realize that your hands are bound. You blink your eyes open, noticing there isn’t much light in the room.
   “Let’s see if your precious Winchesters will be able to find you now.” A sultry voice sounds from the shadows.
   “You moved locations.” You mumble, annoyed. The monster moved out into the dim light and nods, a smirk on her too overly drawn lips. “Good thing I came on this hunt alone.” You shoot out, realizing immediately how suspicious that had sounded.
   In a flash, the vampire moves right in front of you, straddling your legs and pouting.
   “Oh c’mon, I don’t like when I’m being lied to.” She drapes her arms around your shoulders. “It makes me really,” Her head comes close to yours. “Really,” She bares her teeth. “Angry.”
   Your eyes widen as you realize her antics and as you try to pull your head back, her eyes blaze in joy at the fear in your eyes and suddenly, her teeth pierce your neck.
   Biting your lip to keep from shouting out in pain, you feel a few tears slip down your face.
   “Where. Are. The. Winchesters?” The vampire asks, your blood dripping from her still bared teeth.
   “I don’t know.” You whisper.
   “Liar, liar.” She taunts, bringing her head forward again, this time to suck your blood. In no time at all, you begin to feel a little lightheaded.
   “Hmm, you’re pretty tough for losing so much blood.” The vampire notes. “But how long can you keep it up?” She gets up and circles around you, finally stopping on the other side of your neck. The feeling of her breath on your neck and the tips of her teeth ready to strike again, makes you tense up in anticipation.
   “I’d step back if I were you.” A voice growls.
   Looking over the vampire’s shoulder, you let out a breath of relief once you recognize the brothers. Their eyes widen in shock at the sight of your state. Pale skin, sunken eyes, wounds in your neck, and blood continuing to spill out. You’re losing too much blood, and it’s obvious on their faces that you look horrible, and need help. Soon.
   The vampire glares at you. “You lied to me, you little bitch.” She basically growls. “You’re going to pay.” Her voice turns dark, as she rakes her sharp nails against her skin to form a line, eyes gleaming in what can only be described as evil. “Let’s see what happens when you become the very thing your little pals hunt.”
   With wide eyes, you realize what she means as she brings her arm to your neck.
   “P-please, you don’t have to do this. There’s no point!” You try to reason with her.
   “But you lied to me.” She pouts, sounding sad. “Liars must pay.” She says in a way that makes you realize that there’s some back story behind why she dislikes liars so much.
   “Yeah you said that before.” Dean pipes up, creeping closer at a slow pace so she won’t notice. “What do you mean by that?” He asks, attempting to distract the bloodsucker.
   “Why must she pay? Because liars-” Her voice cuts off as her head is lopped off her body by something you can’t see.
   You let out a breath of relief and open your mouth to thank a Winchester, but your jaw drops at the sight in front of you.
   A certain suit clad, red eyed demon stands tall, a smirk on his face.
   “Crowley?” You breathe, feeling very lightheaded from the loss of blood.
   “Thee one and only, dove.” The smirk on his face slowly falls as he takes in your state. “Darling, look at you…” He walks to your side to detect how much help you need. With a snap of his fingers, the pain from your neck subsides. Crowley works at the ropes on your arms and legs, continuing to study your face. Although his demon mojo healed the wound on your neck, it can’t replace the amount of blood you had lost, and he can’t help but worry about you by the way your eyes keep slowly shutting, only to snap back open to settle your gaze on him.
   “Crowley, thanks for the help, but I think we’ve got it from here.” Dean says stiffly, walking over to pick you up.
   The King of Hell nods solemnly, knowing he is no longer wanted.
   “N-no!” You whimper. “I want Crowley.” You muster out.
   With a soft smile, Crowley leans forward and lifts you into his arms, kissing your forehead before raising his head and walking toward the Winchesters.
   “I’ll take her back to your so-called home, but don’t worry, I won’t harm my little kitten.” He looks down at you, pure adoration in his eyes.
   In a flash, you two are out of the dark room, and in your room at the bunker.
   “There you are, darling.” Crowley almost purrs, moving you into your bed.
   You still feel quite lightheaded, but the realization that you almost died starts sinking in. Eyes flickering to the red eyes demon, you notice your heart speeding up, and your face turning red. You had been falling for the King of Hell since you first met him. Why did the event of you almost dying make you suddenly want to shout it from the rooftops?
   “I’ll leave you to yourself now, love. Remember, just call my name if you need me, and I’ll be here.” Crowley moves to snap his fingers and vanish, but you quickly sit up and grab his arm.
   “Please don’t go, I don’t want to be alone.” You whisper.
   “Don’t fret, darling, those Winchesters should be home soon.” He pushes you to lay down again, stroking your hair softly. “You need to stay still.”
   “No, Crowley. I want you here with me.” You spring onto your knees to place a hand on his cheek. “I-I’m so sorry. I’ve never said anything before, and now I can’t even get it out. Crowley-”
   His gaze stays locked with yours as you lean forward and capture his lips with yours.
   “Dove, you’re not feeling well. We can discuss this when you’re not loopy from blood loss.” His eyes sparkle with what you can only identify as hope.
   “I’ll feel the same then too, just like I have been feeling. Crowley… I’ve been falling for you since you first called me kitten.” You smile, as he lets you guide him to sit on the bed. “I just, I never actually admitted it to myself until tonight.” Leaning forward, your gaze flickers between his chocolate brown eyes, and pink lips. “You show me how you feel all the time,and tonight, I could’ve turned into one of them, or even died and-” You break off, breath quickening.
   “Shh, shh, don’t over-do anything.” His hands smooth your hair, and urge you to lay down.
   “I could’ve died with you never knowing how I feel.” You finish in a whisper, gazing up at him.
   “Oh darling,” His hand caress your cheeks and he kisses your forehead. “I’ve known. I could tell, even when you couldn’t.” His lips curl into a smirk.
   “Then please stay with me. Please.” You’re almost ready to beg.
   “How could I resist?” He kisses you softly, moving his lips against yours in the most gentle way possible, moving to lay next to you and bring you in his arms. “With me, you won’t be alone. I’ll be here whenever you need me, dove, or should I say kitten since it’s what made you fall in love with me.”
   You roll your eyes and curl into the powerful demon who is being so careful with you.
   “Get some rest kitten. I’ll be here when you wake up, and then I’ll take you on a proper date. How does that sound?”
   No answer.
   The only sound in the room is your deep breathing as you sleep against him.
   You stir and clutch his shirt lightly.
   “Sleep well my darling.” He sighs with a small smile, kissing your head. “Sleep well.”


Sam x Reader
Words: 1,318
Warnings: brief swearing, mentions of blood
A/N: This is for @idreamofhazel and @impala-dreamer ‘s Sammy Says challenge. My prompt was:  #2: “You know this whole ‘I laugh in the face of death thing’? It’s crap. I can see right through it.” Congrats on the follower milestone, guys! I hope you like it!! <3

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Drabble: Angst Deluxe

Your name: submit What is this?

You had known for a long time now that hunters died young. And even though it had been many years since, you still remembered how it felt once the realization settled on you.

The first time the words ever were spoken around you, and the idea was planted, it was another hunter who had said them, unsurprisingly. Because, in your family you didn’t talk. Not about that stuff.

You had kind of pushed it away, denying it. But then the message had started making its way inside your mind - though you still distanced it from yourself. And then finally, you didn’t know exactly when, but you ultimately knew that it would happen to you too.

Although, you didn’t expect it to go like this. This was not how you had imagined it. You had liked to think that you were going to go out swinging. You had hoped it would be like an ultimate sacrifice type of way, majestic and honorable. You imagined that it would be because you saved the day. Elegant. Clean. Cinematic. Maybe even solemnly beautiful.

Not like this, at least. This was too gruesome. Too much blood. Too much fear in your brothers’ eyes. You had hoped for less pain. Less anonymity.

Might be a weird thing to think about, while in your final moments. Were everyone this odd? You wouldn’t find out. But, honestly, you were a bit disappointed. Disappointed that you couldn’t take honor in the actions that led up to this. Sure, you had done a great job. Sure, you had saved that young couple. Sure, there was admiration in that. A little bit. But, it wasn’t like you were in the middle of saving the world. 

It just wasn’t what you had imagined.

However, it was time to push the thought away. You didn’t need to either share or show this disappointment. Not that you could properly explain it in your current state, as you were shuddering, your mouth filling with blood.

Instead, you chose to use your limited number of words to make something right. Better. So you decided to try and comfort your brothers. Because you could all to well see the excruciating pain in their teary eyes.

”It’s okay, b-brothers. It’s g-going… to be… okay.”

As you earlier stated, not that elegant.

You gasped, fighting for oxygen to fill your lungs, hoping that your heart would beat once again. Pain was numbing your body, and therefore you couldn’t really hear what your brothers responded.

”Damn it, (Y/N), why do you always say that it’s going to be okay when it obviously isn’t? It’s not okay, and it won’t be either.”

You could have believed that it was going to be quiet when you were gone. But it wasn’t, not for Dean. His head was buzzing. A noise consisting of things he should have said to you instead. He just seemed to wrong the people he loved, the people who loved him. He had let you get hurt, and when you were dying, he couldn’t even say the right things. A good big brother would at least told you that he was proud over you. Dean was that, proud over you, but he failed letting you know that when it mattered the most.

That along with the grief and longing for you were the most significant sources for his pain, his guilt.

And the buzzing, the buzzing was currently ruining his attempts at finding a way to bring you back. Because he had to have you back. You were not going to stay dead. No way. Never.

When his mom had died, he had somehow survived. And when his dad did, he managed to pull through, even though it didn’t feel like it. But, when Sam died, it was the most painful thing he had ever experienced. It was so painful he could barely function, barely exist. The same went for you. You were completely ruined when Sam left you. But Dean made sure the pain didn’t last. He had sold his soul so that Sam would come back. So, the ache didn’t last for long.

But this time, the solution didn’t come easy. In fact, nothing seemed to work at all. He had tried to sell his soul. Sam did too. But no one wanted their damaged, piece of crap souls, that according to the sons of bitches, had lost their vitality.

The only thing that was stable, consistent, was the agony. Dean sincerely didn’t know how the hell he managed to get up each and every day. How he managed to try and block out the buzzing so that he could get any research done. Well, failed research. Sam did better. He didn’t do good, but at least he had himself together a bit more than his older brother. He had stopped Dean from doing several reckless things that would have gotten him killed, as Dean now could see. He had gone on searches, investigations. He spent all-nighters researching. And all of every day for that matter too. In fact, Dean had no idea when Sam actually had a normal amount of sleep last. Or ate a full meal by the way. No clue. He made a mental note though, to keep an eye on his little brother. He didn’t want to lose another sibling.

Sometimes, though, Dean actually felt a bit of numb to the pain. And that messed him up. He honestly didn’t know if that might be worse that even feeling of the ache in the first place. But, it did motivate him even more, if that was possible, to keep the search going. It was a testament that you had already been gone for too long, and you just couldn’t be gone any longer.

You just couldn’t. Your brothers needed you back.

[I didn’t know what to call this one haha]

spn hiatus creations - week three: ships: destiel

They’re hunting a vampire, of all things, when Dean gets sick.

Just one vampire, alone and on the run, and mightily afraid if she knows what’s good for her. But she’s also a savvy vampire. She’s accumulated a stockpile of weaponry. So when Sam, Dean and Cas finally corner her in a ramshackle warehouse in southern Kansas, she shoots Dean with a bullet dipped in djinn venom.

Of all things, thinks Dean as he tips backward into sleep -

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You’re Welcome Pt. 2

Length: 1006+ words

TW: Negative thoughts / Thoughts of suicide / Mentions of death

A/N: I didn’t think I would right a Part 2 for this, but I think it needed a bit more explanation… ish… But I’m glad I wrote this, I like it.

Part 1

You hadn’t expected to see those familiar green eyes when you woke up on the hospital bed. You had passed out in his car half way through the ride, your injury had worsened when you were helping him get to his car.   

“How are you feeling?” he asked, jumping to your side when he saw your eyes open up. He hadn’t bothered changing his clothes, and by his red-rimmed eyes, you figured he hadn’t slept either.   

“Why are you still here?” you asked.   

He chuckled. “It’s nice seeing you again, sweetheart.”   

“You haven’t slept,” you commented with a frown.   

Dean didn’t say anything, just shrugged innocently. “Do you need anything?”   

“No,” you replied. You rubbed your hands on your thigh, trying to feel back in your skin again. The events of the past 24 hours had shaken your core, despite the facade you were putting up.   

Dean sighed, seeing you were energized to engage in conversation again. That’s when his frustration and anger seeped out. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“W-What?” you stuttered, taken aback by his outburst.   

“I told you to run! You could’ve gotten killed!” he seethed, his eyes narrowing on your face. You couldn’t formulate sentences, let alone an argument good enough to calm him down. “You could’ve died, don’t you understand?”   

“I do,” you said quietly, nodding.   

“Then why?” He folded his arms on his chest, squaring his shoulders to intimidate you to tell the truth.   

You sighed, seeing no point in lying to him. “I want to die, Dean.”   

His arms dropped to his side, shocked at your answer. “What?” 

“I want to die,” you repeated. “I was never that talented at anything- I wasn’t good at studying, nor good at sports. I had no exceptional skills that would’ve-“ you paused, your shoulders slumping a bit. “That would’ve made my parents proud. But I tried- and Lord knows I tried. I studied so hard, worked so hard to better myself- everything I did was to make my parents proud. Everything I did was to make other people happy- I figured if I couldn’t succeed, I’d make sure the people around me do. So, when I saw you there, dying. My first thought was to make sure you survive- you were my first priority. I’m sure my life will never be as important as yours. My instincts will always to put others before me.”   

Dean sighed, sitting back on the chair, and pulling it closer to you. He surprised you by grabbing your hand. “You sound like me.”   


“Yeah. I’ve always put Sammy first- my dad instilled that into my brain from a young age. It’s now just second nature. I’ve literally gone to hell for him.” He chuckled.   

“I’m not surprised,” you said with a giggle. “He’s your brother. I’m sure he would do the same for you.”   

He nodded. “He has.”   

“You’re kidding?” you exclaimed, shaking your head. “Sounds like you’ve had an interesting life.”   

“You have no idea, sweetheart. I’ve actually died twice already.” He went silent, as if he knew you were already formulating a question in your mind.   

“Aren’t you tired? Tired of living? After dying twice, wouldn’t you just y’know… Want to stay dead?”   

He shook his head. “Dying always seem like a great idea until you realize how much you actually want to live, and most people aren’t as fortunate as me in getting second chances.”   

“What if you can’t find a reason to live?”   

“Find one. Mine is Sammy. Always have been, and always will be. As long as that boy’s breathing in oxygen, you better bet your ass, I will be too.”   

You thought about it for a few seconds, trying to process his words.   

“What about your parents?” he asked.   

“What about them?” 

“Live for them. Make them proud.”   

“They’re dead, Dean. I lost them a week ago. Drunk driver.”   

“I’m sorry,” he said, squeezing your hand.   

You shook your head. “Don’t apologize. I just hate myself for not amounting to anything before they died.”   

He frowned. “I’m sure that’s not true. Y’know, I travel a lot, and everyone I’ve met- and I’ve met a lot of people, are so important. I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important.” He watched you chew on your lower lip. “Hey, if it wasn’t for you, I’d be dead. So, don’t you dare say you’re not important. You saved my life.”   

You nodded, smiling a bit. Though, you didn’t fully believe what he said, you kept his words in mind.   

He leaned in, kissing your forehead. “Where’s your phone?”   

You fumbled around the bed, wincing when you moved your torso. “Fuck,” you cursed, realizing you ripped your stitches.   

“Oh fuck,” Dean repeated, sticking his head out of the room, and yelling for a nurse. “We need help!”   

“Dean,” you gritted out, the pain making your skin flush red. “You’re staying, right?”   

“Yeah, yeah. Of course, sweetheart.” He wrapped his hand around yours, squeezing it. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”   

The nurse ran in, and kicked Dean out of the room, spending the next hour fixing your stitches, and making sure your vitals were stable. Dean was let back in, and you smiled weakly at him. You had lost a considerable amount of blood, but not enough that the doctors found it necessary to do a transfusion.   

“I want to live,” you told Dean, once he entered your room.   

He smiled broadly. “Yeah?” 


“You found your reason?”   


“And what might that be?” 

“I want to help people. I want to be a hunter, like you.”   

His smile dropped, and he sat on the chair beside your bed. “Sweetheart, are you sure?”   

You nodded, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Will you teach me?”   

“Well, it looks like you’re not going to change your mind any time soon, so might as well get you an awesome teacher.” 

You rolled your eyes, but grinned anyways. “Thank you, Dean. Thank you for helping me find my reason to live.” 

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

Don’t Forget Me (Dean Winchester)

A/N: Gifs are not mine. Flashbacks are in Bold

Tagging: @spnfanficpond and my Angst Angel @fandom-onetwothreeshots (Enjoy the angst bby)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Spirit! Reader

Warnings: Character death, blood, violence, drinking, swearing, crying, angst

Word Count: 2278

Summary: You wake up in the bunker, no memory on how you got back here or what happened on the last hunt you went on

The world was foggy as I opened my eyes, black spots swimming in front of my vision. As I sat up I gripped the side of my head, the headache pounding relentlessly against my skull, leaving me feeling dizzy and slightly sick. Once my sight had come back completely I looked around the room, recognizing the room I shared with Dean in the bunker but confused as to why I was here; the last thing I remembered was the wendigo hunt we were on four towns over.
I remember standing by the boot of the impala, dean’s calloused hands cupping my cheeks as he pressed his lips to mine, pleading for me to be careful, to stay behind him and Sam as much as possible, I remember telling him to quit worrying, I could hold my own after all and I remember the reverberating screech of the monster above us, claws scraping through the bark of the trees.

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Why do I ever get out of bed?

For @spnashley and @mysupernaturalfics‘ second John Winchester challenge. 

John x reader

Prompt: Cuddle

Words: 2796

Warnings: age difference, smut, oral (both receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), smutty smut.

Tagging some challange people and John!girls: @spnfanficpond @deandoesthingstome @winchesterenthusiast @kittenofdoomage @aprofoundbondwithdean @manawhaat @mrs-squirrel-chester @mrswhozeewhatsis @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @crzcorgi @supernatural-jeffrey-dean-morgan @supernaturally-potter

Originally posted by wickednerdery

“Why do I ever get out of bed?” He groaned and brought a hand up to his chin, fingers picking at his beard.

You’d been at it for hours, trawling through books and papers, trying to rummage up any information about the monster of the week. No luck, no clues, no nothing. John’s mood had gotten worse with every ticking of the clock and you were getting ready to throw the books out the window at any minute. You did however count yourself lucky that you only had one agitated Winchester on your hands, compared to three. John had sent the boys to help Bobby with a hunt, but kept you around to help him with this mystery monster. You were sure he’d kept you around instead of Dean or Sam for your unmatched ability to give him room to think. Whenever the boys were around they were always chewing his ear off about something, be it food or boredom or general annoyances they had with him or each other. You had a calm about you, less of a need to constantly open your mouth to speak.

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Hello There pt 9

Originally posted by sati-lotus

Pairing: CrowleyxReader, Sam, Dean
Word Count: 1,865
Warnings: Oral (reader receiving), character death, swearing
Author: Brittiny
A/N: This is the final chapter :)

Four days left.

If they couldn’t find the antidote to this, you would die in four days. It was funny to you. You knew that you’d die young, being a hunter. But this? This was not what you had expected. You spent your time in Crowley’s chambers for the most part. They didn’t want to risk you going to the motel, and getting worse by being so close to the building. Or, what was left of it. Crowley came and went throughout the day, always making sure that your pain was managed. It was taking more and more Belladonna to keep it at bay. You were both worried that soon you couldn’t take it without it killing you.

Bruce was in Hell with you. He always managed to cheer you up. Now and then the guards would escort you to where the hounds were kept so that he could play with all the others. It was oddly cute to watch. The first time he was tackled by another, you freaked out. It wasn’t until one of the guards assured you that he was fine that you calmed down. He explained that they got rough, that’s just how they were. It made sense to you.

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hello friends! I’m attempting to write fic, so please read dean and cas being stupid idiots in this blind!dean slash coffee shop au. obviously there will be more, but this is a little snippet. also if you haven’t already, my good friend courtney draws the fucking best blind!dean comics so go look at those. and without further ado, pls read on—

“So… did you want to go out sometime?”

Castiel looked up, shocked. Had Dean Winchester just asked him out? Was that even a possibility? The beautiful man who everyone loved. Blind, yet he charmed his way out of any, and everything. Castiel wished Dean could see the way he made people laugh. The way almost everyone brightened in his presence. He was gorgeous. Castiel wished that Dean could see the beauty himself. Castiel wished that he could show him.

“Um..” Castiel paused. He could feel a bead of sweat trickle down to his eyebrow. The curse of both the summer heat and a potential date. “Yes.. I think that would be lovely.” He wiped his eyebrow. It didn’t help.

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That Don't Sound Like You.

Request: can you write a fic were Dean is in love with reader but reader is in an abusive relationship and when Dean sees the bruises she says it’s from hunting but then Dean catches him and happily kicks his ass and confesses his love for the reader?

Requested by: Nonnie

Warnings: domestic abuse (physical and emotional), mentions of domestic abuse (physical and emotional), violence, angst, one AWFUL boyfriend. This is just rough so read with caution please.

A/n: Here you go nonnie! I am so sorry it took me so long, but at least the length of this one will make up for it…hopefully. 2,536 plus words. I hope you like it!

Based off of: That Don’t Sound Like You by Lee Brice

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Suppressed Feelings

Summary: Cas calls the reader after his “date” with Nora falls through, and the reader comes to pick him up, leading to their confession of how they feel about him.

Cas x reader

Word Count: 1,637

Warning: immense amounts of cheese. literally so cheesy. and a few curse words.

A/N: So this is my first fanfic. Sorry for the shitty title and summary lol. Also, I based this off of 9x06 but changed the ending because Cas deserves better :) Feedback is greatly appreciated!! And if you’d like a part 2 with some smut, lemme know! Enjoy :-)

Part 2 

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

   You hadn’t seen Cas in weeks. Not since Dean told him he couldn’t stay at the bunker, at least. You didn’t even get to say goodbye to Cas; Dean decided to tell you after Cas had already left, and you had been furious. Scratch that—you were still furious. Cas had just become human, had just been killed by that damn reaper, and now Dean decides to kick him out? Livid didn’t even begin to cover how mad you were. And the fact that you had been head-over-heels for the Angel ever since you met him definitely didn’t make things easier. 

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Everlasting Moment

Pairing: Phan

Summary: Based on this prompt

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1k

Proposals. They come in all different shapes and forms, whether it’s a type of business proposal, a proposed idea for a project, or a marriage proposal. For Phil, it was the latter. Phil was planning on proposing to Dan at the BONCAs, to which he was currently at, sitting and waiting patiently for the awards show to start.

Mostly all the YouTubers knew what Phil was planning on doing, all except Dan of course. However, Phil was worried because he wasn’t exactly sure how he was to go about this, and he was getting more restless by the second. He knew he wanted to propose to Dan when they got on stage, preferably while accepting an award. But that was just it- what if they don’t get an award? Or maybe they do and he misses his chance? Shit, he was getting nervous.

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Dean X Reader

Request: Hi! I know you have 200+ requests, I just wanted to put this in the queue. Alright, the reader is hunting with Sam and Dean, and get seriously injured and falls into a coma. Since they are out in the middle of nowhere, they do their best to patch her up, and their car is out of gas or broken down so Sam has to walk miles to get help and Cass isn’t responding to prayers, so Dean can just hold her hand and be sad. And the reader is comatose but aware - like a ghost, and tries to communicate. <3

Request: Can I get one where the reader tends to mess with their dreams (like lucid dreaming and out-of-body experiences) and some people say that if 2 people are having an out of body experience they can meet up in their dreams and one night while the reader is having an out-of-body experience Dean does it by accident and they’re both confused on how they can hear each other. SORRY THIS MIGHT BE REALLY CONFUSING.

(I hope it’s okay how I combined these ones)

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Imagine the first time you meet Cas.

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Line: 61. When I first saw her, I didn’t really see her. Just the pile of books she was carrying.

Requested by: @animelover460 Hey, I finally wrote it, even though you requested it AGES ago. Thank you for your patience and helping me celebrate. Hope you like it. At this point, you probably don’t even remember requesting it! :D Man I suck! :p

Word Count: 980

Warnings: an inexcusable amount of fluff

Meeting At Last

Cas’ POV

I rarely went out to do research with Sam, but Dean had insisted I accompany him. We walked into the library, and Sam immediately headed for the research section of the library. He spread out at the table, getting comfortable before getting busy.

“Cas, I need any lore you can find on wraiths,” Sam spouted, slightly exasperated as he opened his computer. “We’ve never encountered something like this before. We don’t even know how to kill it,” Sam explained.

“Of course,” I replied as I trudged away to a dusty stack of books in the back corner of the library. When I first saw her, I didn’t really see her. Just the pile of books she was carrying. She sat them down on the table right as they were about to tumble out of her hands. I rushed to steady her, my hand landing on the small of her back as the books toppled onto the table. I caught a glimpse of the books that she had, and I realized, she may have the very books I was searching for.

She looked up into my eyes, a thankful smile spreading across her face. She was gorgeous. Her eyes sparkled with life, and her smile was enough to light up the entire library. “Thanks!” she said breathlessly, as she began to organize the books in front of her.

“It’s no problem,” I responded gruffly, as I attempted to help her get the books back in order. I picked one up that looked like it may be useful to me and sat down at the table. “What exactly are you studying?” I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.

She looked down at me with a furrowed brow, before sitting down beside me. She laughed. “You’d never believe me,” she replied with a small smile. I leaned against the table and opened the book that was in my hands.

I smiled. “Try me.”

She didn’t hesitate. She dived into an explanation about how the things that go bump in the night, the things that we all really hoped weren’t real, actually were. I listened intently, completely taken by how passionate she seemed to be by the world that really existed around her. She didn’t seem afraid, and she didn’t seem haunted. I’d spent enough time with Sam and Dean to know that most hunters were scarred. She didn’t seem to be like the others.

When she was finished, I asked hesitantly, “So, you’re a hunter?”

She looked up from the book she had been browsing through and smiled. “Wait, are you?” she asked, excitement dancing in her bright eyes.

I couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. I responded, “Not exactly. Can I tell you a secret?”

She leaned close, eager and ready to listen. Not scared. Not remotely afraid.

Just as I was about to open my mouth, a large hand landed on my shoulder. “Cas,” Sam said as he pulled a chair up next to me. “Where have you been?” he asked, his words trailing off as his gaze landed on the girl I was seated with.

“Y/N!” Sam exclaimed, standing and pulling her from her seat, into a hug.

“Sam!” she shrieked, as she eagerly wrapped her arms around him.

“I don’t understand. You two know each other?” I asked, confused.

“Cas, this is Y/N. You know, Y/N,” he emphasized her name the second time he spoke and something clicked in my brain.

“Y/N? Genius girl who does research in about half the time that it takes you to?” I teased, a small smile forming on my lips.

She laughed, and it was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard.

“One in the same,” Sam agreed. “Y/N, this is Cas. I’ve told you about him.”

“Wait. You’re Cas? The Cas?! Now way!” she squealed, pulling me up from my chair into a hug. “I’ve been dying to meet you, but the boys, and I never seem to be in the same place at the same time.” When she pulled out of the hug, she didn’t take her hands from off my shoulder.

“You’ve been dying to meet me?” I asked in disbelief.

“Hell yeah,” she laughed enthusiastically. “An angel of the Lord? How could I not want to meet you?!” she asked, almost indignant. “Wait. You just listened to me talk for like thirty minutes about what I do, and acted like you didn’t know anything. You turd!” She chuckled, punching me playfully in the shoulder.

“Before he interrupted,” I said, “I was about to tell you the truth. Remember my secret?” I answered, trying to defend myself.

She smiled. My heartbeat quickened. “I’m just joking,” she laughed, seeing the panic on my face. “I can’t believe I’m standing here with Cas!” she giggled, looking at Sam.

Sam looked from her to me then spoke. “Maybe I should let you two get to know each other,” he said with a sly smile, standing to leave.

“Maybe we should go get some dinner?” she suggested, looking from Sam to me.

Sam shook his head. “Sorry, Y/N. I’ve got too much to do which maybe you can help with later. But first, you two get out of here. Go get something to eat.”

She chuckled and grabbed her things, grabbing my hand as she headed out the library. “You’re loss, Sammy! Come on, Cas. I know this great little place just down the road. You’ll love it,” she let her words trail off as she stopped mid stride and turned to look at me. “Hold on. Do you even eat?” she laughed to herself.

I smiled. “As long as I’m going with you, I’ll do anything.” She blushed, squeezing my hand and dragging me from the library. This girl was different from most women I met on earth, and I liked it.

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Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words:    906

-The reader has been cursed to be extremely weak. Dean tries everything he can to help her and cure her. A very unexpected guest is the one who helps-

A/N: If you want to be tagged in anything, send me an ask. I don’t always see reblogs and replies.

Originally posted by hunterchesters

        Three months. Three long months. That’s how long it had been since your run in with the witch. That’s how long since it had been since you had killed her. That’s how long it had been since the witch had cursed you with her dying breath.

           Three months. Three long months. That’s how long it had been since your body had become weaker than ever. That’s how long it had been since all you could really do was lie around. That’s how long it had been since you had been able to do anything.

           Three months was a long time.

           “Hey, Sweetheart,” Dean walked into the bedroom. He had already been up and about, you could tell, for probably a couple of hours.

           “Hey,” you said softly.

           “You want some breakfast?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, gently cupping your cheek.

           You shrugged, “I guess.”

           “Hey,” he made you look at him, “What is it?”

           “Just tired of this,” you gave him the same answer you had been giving him since the curse hit you.

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Imagine being on your period and Dean looking after you

Original Prompt: Hi! Can you please do an imagine where the reader is on her period and is basically acting like she’s dying and Dean is freaking out because he thinks she’s dying or something. So she tells him what’s wrong and he decides he’s gonna take care of her till it’s over. Just an over all really fluffy imagine :3 please?

TW: None

Authors note: I know I’m a horrible admin for taking this long and I’m super duper sorry but in the next week I’m planning to get another two up :) I’ve just started school holidays so whenever I’m free I’ll be working on those, please don’t stop sending in requests they inspire me to keep writing! And for the anon I hope this is okay - also feel free to message me if there is something you want me to change or any tips for my writing (constructive criticism not hate)


You woke up feeling like you had been shot in the abdomen, An enduring and sharp pain filled your body and you knew exactly what from. Well this is exactly what you needed the day of a hunt you had been looking forward to. You groaned in frustration and pain, got up from the comfort of the bed and made your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up a bit. You re-emerged soon after, still in your pajamaas but with a fresh pair of undies on.

The sound of Dean munching on what was probably the most sugary and diabetes inducing cereal in the other room lead you out there clutching your stomach in pain. You knew you were overreacting slightly compared to the injuries you sustained while hunting with the boys but your periods had been distinctively excruciating ever since you had hit puberty, sometimes it got so bad you couldn’t get out of bed for a whole day.

“What’s wrong with you?” Dean asked light heartedly with a mouth full of colourful sugar cereal, he had a joking tone and you just ignored him and went straight for the food. Periods meant business and your uterus knew what it wanted, generous amounts of sugar. You turned around to face Dean after fixing yourself a bowl of the same cereal that Dean was basically inhaling and you just knew today was going to be a long day.

Suddenly, another wave of agony was sent through your body and you doubled over clutching your tummy. Dean shot up, moving toward you with haste.

“(Y/N)! Talk to me! You okay??” He practically yelled in you face, You could only grimace and smile slightly at his freaking out over something that happens every month.

“I’m okay” You managed to say after the wave of pain was getting easier to endure.

“You don’t look okay” Dean’s forehead was knitted with worry “I think you should lay down, were you hurt in the last hunt? Why wouldn’t you tell me? Should I drive you to a hospital?” Dean had started rambling off crazy possibilities and ideas of how to treat you. You knew he wouldn’t let up unless you told him what was wrong.

“Dean calm down I can handle it” You started making your way over to the couch that was in the bunker and you settled down into its comfy upholstery “It’s just a period thing” You confessed, you hated talking with the Winchesters about anything like this, it just made you uncomfortable, Sam and Cas saw you as ‘one of the guys’, and even with that you weren’t sure that Cas even knew what a period was. The only person who could even have a chance of not making it awkward would be Dean.

Dean walked away and out of your sight, you assumed with sheer embarrassment of the situation. You focused on the old black and white movie that was playing on the television set and tried to just get through the day with deep breaths, movies and binge eating.

A minute later Dean re-emerged out of no where. He had a handful of different objects and you looked at him with what must have been a look of confusion because he started laying things out in front of you one by one and explaining.

“First present” Dean explained, he looked excited like a little boy who had saved up all his pocket money to buy his family gifts for Christmas for the first time and awaiting their faces as they opened them “Chocolate from my secret stash, no clarification needed but don’t tell Sam I have a secret stash” He grinned to himself and it couldn’t help but make you break out into a smile and giggle.

“Second present” He continued and pulled out the second object “Pain killers, again, fairly self explanatory”

“Third present” Dean smiled and showed the third object, a small hot water bottle that was covered in a bunny rabbit cover “Do not ask questions about why I own this I just do” He joked and handed you the hot water bottle to which you put on your belly and soothed it almost as if it had magic powers.

“So what’s the final present?” you smiled, noticing that he had ran out of objects but still was going with his cute little act for you.

“Why me of course!” He jumped in next to you on the couch and snuggled closely with you, his body warmth comforting you. “Did you really think I would leave you alone today?”

“But what about the hunt?” You asked Dean as we cuddled closely.

“Demons can wait, I’m not leaving you until it’s over” he hushed softly into your ear and you both stayed like that for the whole day.