Sam:  [Dean’s] dramatic, as you know. What he meant to say was, we missed you. Glad you’re back.


Sam: So where does that leave us?

Mary: Same as always. Family.


He is just do done with playing nice, and with being fed crap about family that is supposed to just make him shut up and smile. I love that.


“Hello Dean Winchester” you smile holding the bloodied weapon you had just used to chop a vampires head off

“Hello Gorgeous” he replied looking a you smirking.

He Can’t Hurt You.

Summary- Reader is starting to hallucinate Lucifer, (basically like Sam) she keeps it a secret but her brothers find out.

Warnings- Swearing(I think idk).

A/N- It’s just something I thought of when I was watching reruns of SPN, I’m honestly really chuffed with it:)

Slowly opening your eyes you tensed up, somebody was in your room, you slowly reached your hand under your pillow and grasped the gun you had lying under it.

“I know you’re awake, Y/N” the voice spoke, “and a gun? Really? You think a gun would work on little old me? How adorable” he mocked. Rolling your eyes, you sat up and faced him with furrowed eyebrows, “who are you?” You asked quietly, he looked at you with fake hurt as he placed his hand over his heart, “you mean, Sammy hasn’t told you about me? I’m hurt” he spoke, then his eyes turned red causing you to shuffle back slightly.

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Really Not Fine

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 1005
Requested by Anonymous:  Hey I know you have a million things going on rn, but if you get a chance to get around to it, do you think you could write a one shot where the reader gets seriously hurt on a hunt but doesn’t want to tell Dean cuz she doesn’t want him to worry but it’s super obvious and maybe she faints or something when they get back to the motel? It’s up to you for the most part

Warning: injury, passing out because of injury

You could feel the blood soaking your t-shirt. You knew it was bad. But you didn’t want Dean to worry, so you grabbed a clean towel from the lady’s kitchen and pressed it to your wound. You were sure she wouldn’t mind; you had saved her from the ghost, after all. It was the least she could do.

           You made sure your jacket was zipped up and covering your wound as best as you could. Maybe you could get yourself stitched up back at the motel. Maybe your boyfriend wouldn’t notice and freak out about you getting hurt.

           Of course, you knew that was a long shot, but you were going to do what you could to keep your wound a secret.

           “You okay back there?” Dean asked as he drove back toward the motel. You had climbed into the backseat without saying anything. Sam had just taken the front seat. No one argued. The three of you just wanted to get back to the room.

           “Mhm,” you tried to make it sound positive, but you were on the verge of tears from the pain in your side.

           “You sure.”

           “Just need a shower,” you said.

           “We all do,” Sam agreed.

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