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Request- #19 with Dean 

#19 “You walked away. Not me.” 

DeanxReader

summary- After 4 years Dean runs into the reader again, but something has changed

word count- 1500 

warnings- Angst if you look close, than fluff.


Originally posted by frozen-delight


“y/n; you froze when you heard his voice, it was a voice you hadn’t heard in  years. Slowly you turned around you knew exactly who was standing there before you laid eyes on him, and as soon as you did you instantly flashed back to that day.


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"Dean I have to leave, I can’t stay here with you and Sam for any longer.” You say trying to hide the hurt in your voice. “What are you saying y/n you can’t just take off and leave after all these years.” He said his green orbs staring into your e/c ones. “Yes Dean can, and I have to. Trust me, this is for the best. Please tell Sam that I’ll miss him. And Dean-” you paused this was the hardest thing you’d ever done, leaving Dean like this with no explanation. “ you need to know this really is for the best.  No matter what happens, I will always love you.” You paused again thinking of  how much you loved-love him before saying something you’d never thought you would have to say. “Goodbye De.”  They were your final words to him as you closed the door to the bunker, and let the first of many tears fall.

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“Insecurities” Dean x Reader

Words: 1,466

Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean and reader run into her ex at a party.

Warnings: Mention of cheating, swearing, implied smut

 “Zip me up?” I say as I walk into Dean’s room. He looks at me, mouth slightly agape, and nods.

“You look beautiful.” He whispers slightly, taking a hold of my zipper and pulling it up. I smiled at him, blushing.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Winchester.” I respond, admiring him in his suit. We were on a case tonight- one that required us to go undercover to a party. I wasn’t complaining; I never got to be dressed up, and this was my one excuse to feel like a girl.

I grew up with the Winchester boys. My mom passed away giving birth to me, and my dad Bobby took me in afterwards. He tried to give me the most normal life possible, sending me to regular high school and keeping me away from hunting. Unfortunately, I was a rebel, and anytime my “older brothers” Sam and Dean would come to visit, I’d make them teach me how to hunt. By the time my dad had died, I had just graduated high school and I had nowhere to go. Sam and Dean took me in. They figured that they had taught me enough about hunting in the past that I could join them on the road.

A few years have gone by, and all those years of secret training definitely payed off. I’m a great hunter, maybe even better than the boys. Not that I would ever tell them that.

“Dean, are you ready? We have to go now if we want to make it on time.” Sam came into his room. He slightly smirked when he saw I was in Dean’s room, but it disappeared once he saw that I noticed. Sam has been suspecting something going on between Dean and I since the moment I started living with them, despite it not being true. Dean is my best friend, that’s all. My hot as hell best friend, but that doesn’t change anything.

“Are you ready, (Y/N)?” Dean asks me.

“Let’s go.” I say, nodding. I grab my purse and we make our way out of the bunker. I feel eyes on me as I walk in front of them, and I smile a little bit, knowing that I looked good.

We get to the event fashionably late, and try to make ourselves fit in. Everyone here looked very rich, and they were all beautiful. I held my head a little higher, trying to fit in with the crowd.

“What exactly are we looking for again?” I ask Sam, grabbing a glass of champagne. I down it quickly.

“Cursed object. Necklace. It’s supposed to be upstairs in one of the bedrooms. We need to find a way to get up there.”

“I can go get it. Say I was looking for the bathroom.” I shrugged.

“You’re right. No one’s going to suspect a beautiful girl of anything.” Dean said. I couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not, but at the chance that he was, I felt butterflies in my stomach.

In case my plan of looking for the bathroom failed, I grabbed another glass of champagne to take with me, so I could just act like a drunk lost girl if needed. I walk up the stairs, making an effort to blend in with the crowd so no one thought anything of it.

I find the necklace with ease (It was the ugliest thing I have ever seen- I don’t know why anyone would wear such a thing), and tuck it into my purse. As I walk out of the room, I hear a girl giggling down the hallway. I turn my head and see a beautiful blonde girl stumbling out of another bedroom, with a man following behind her. I take a closer look, and see… Josh?

Josh was my boyfriend all throughout high school. My first love, and also my first heartbreak. He cheated on me. I haven’t seen him since I graduated, and that was ten years ago. Desperate to avoid an awkward “How have you been?” talk, I turn around and try to walk away.

“(Y/N)”? Josh exclaims.

Shit. I turn around slowly and try to look excited to see him.

“Wow, Josh, hi!” I say. He leans over for a hug, but I don’t hug him back. “So, who’s this?” I ask, not really caring but trying to be polite.

“This is…” He trails off. “What’s your name again, sweetie?” He asks the blonde chick. My mouth drops open. She looks very offended, and slaps him. He rubs his jaw as she stomps downstairs.

“Well, I guess it doesn’t matter now, does it?” He laughs.

As he keeps rambling on about shit I couldn’t care less about, I pull out my phone and text Dean.

SOS. Need you up here now.

I put my phone away and pretend like I just heard anything that he just told me. I hear someone running up the stairs and I pray that it’s Dean.

Prayer answered. Dean appears in sight, looking around for me, ready to pull out his gun.

“Dean, baby.” I walk up to him, kissing his cheek. He looks intensely confused, but goes along with it.

“Josh, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Dean.” I smile, wrapping my hand in his and standing as close as possible.

“Uh, hi.” Dean says, reaching to shake his hand. He looks down on me, a look of “what the fuck is going on”, but I don’t say anything.

“Say, (Y/N)…  Isn’t he a little… Old for you?” Josh says, with a disgusted look on his face.

“Excuse me?” Dean scoffs, offended. “I’m only 38.”

“You’re a whole ten years younger than him. He rich or something?” Josh laughs, judgement echoing through his voice.

“No, I’m actually with him because he’s amazing in bed. Oh, man, that dick is-“ I start, but Dean cuts me off.

“Okay,” Dean says, letting out a breath that sounds like he’s been holding in for a long time. “(Y/N), let me talk to this guy for a moment.”

You listen to him, and walk to the other side of the hallway. You see Sam at the bottom of the stairs, and he gives you a look of confusion. I tell him to give you a minute. I try and hear what Dean is telling Josh, but I can only make out a few words. Judging by the look on Josh’s face- I don’t guess it’s good.

“We’re done here.” Dean growls, walking over to you. Josh stares at you guys, eyes wide and terrified. As if to prove a point, Dean grabs my ass as we walk away, making sure he sees it.

The car ride back to the bunker is silent. Sam tried to talk a few times, but Dean would him to shut up before he could even get a second word out.

Sam and Dean went straight to their individual rooms once we got there. Sam was annoyed at Dean for him being an asshole the whole way home, but I couldn’t figure out why Dean was still so pissed. I can talk to him about it in the morning.

I changed into my pajamas and laid down in bed, turning on the TV. Right as I got into my show, I hear a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I say. Dean walks in, wearing only pajama shorts and no shirt. I can’t help but admire how attractive his body is.

“Can we talk?”

“Sure.” I turn off the tv, giving him my full attention.

“Am I old?” He frowns, sitting on my bed. I look at him, in shock he would even ask that.

“Not at all. Look if this is about what Josh said, he’s just an asshole, don’t take it to heart.”

“It’s not just that. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. I can’t get away with saying I’m in my twenties anymore to chicks.” He laughs, running his fingers through his hair.

“You don’t need to lie about your age, Dean. You’re fuckable regardless. Look at you, you’re like-“ I stopped myself. I go quiet. I have no idea why I even just said that. Must be the champagne.

I avoid looking at him. I basically just told him I want to have sex with him.

“(Y/N), look at me.” He says softly. I look up at him, and he leans in. I can’t even begin to process what was happening until he was on top of me and we were making out.

“Fuck, (Y/N), you have no idea how long I have been wanting to do that.” Dean says, pausing.

“I never said I wanted you to stop.”.

Well, let’s just say, I was right- he is amazing in bed.

Originally posted by undercoverrockstarjensen

Pregnancy Series #6-Telling His Family (Niall)

You nervously bit your lower lip, wondering how this was going to go. You and Niall were going over to his Dad’s house to have dinner, and tell them about the babies that you were going to have.

“(Y/N), are you ready?” Niall called. You glanced in the mirror one last time, and headed downstairs.

“I’m ready,” You murmured, picking up your bag. The two of you walked out the door, and got into Niall’s car, heading towards his home.

“Dad?” Niall called, unlocking the door to his childhood home.

“Hi, Niall, (Y/N),” Niall’s Dad, Bobby, replied. “How are you two?”

“Hello, Mr. Horan,” You said, smiling at him.

“Now, (Y/N), I’ve told you-it’s Bobby,” He stated, reaching out to hug you. You hugged him back, happy to see him.

“Hey, Dad, don’t I get a hug?” Niall interjected.

“Yeah, yeah, you can have one too,” Bobby murmured, reaching out and giving his son a hug. “Ready for dinner?”

“Yeah, we are,” Niall replied, following his Dad into the kitchen. You went over to the cupboard, started to take down plates and set the table.

After dinner, the three of you were sitting at the table, Niall and Bobby holding cups of coffee, and you holding a cup of hot chocolate.

“Now, what do the two of you have to tell me?” Bobby inquired.

“How’d you know we have to tell you something?” Niall asked.

“Well, it’s not every day that the two of you come over and have dinner with me,” Bobby replied. “That last time was when you and (Y/N) decided to move in together.”

“True. Well….this is for you,” You said, handing him a bag with tissue paper sticking out of the top. He took it, and carefully took the tissue paper out. Folded inside was two onesies, that said, ‘Hello, Grandpa! Coming 2017’

“I’m-I’m going to be a Grandpa?” Bobby said, clearing his throat. “To twins?”

“You are,” Niall said, smiling.

“I’m so happy. Thank you,” Bobby quietly said, getting up and hugging the two of you. The two of you left the house a few hours later, happy with how well that had gone.

“Well….only your Mum, my parents, and the boys left to tell,” You said, looking over at Niall.

“I’m sure they’ll take it just as well as my Dad did, love,” Niall replied, gently squeezing your hand.

Written by Angel xx

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Dad Standards

Requested Imagine: Could you write one where the reader asks Bobby to go to a father-daughter dance with her, because he is the closest thing she has to a dad? :3 


  • 431 Words
  • Warnings: Talk of family loss
  • Bobby is father to reader

You watched through the blinds, waiting on Bobby to arrive back home from the long case he had been working all week. The excitement gets the better of you when you see the headlights shining through the masses of cars around the yard. You can’t help but grin and jump a little in place.

When Bobby steps out of his truck, you run to the door and open it, allowing the man to bring his things on in. He sets them to the side and leans against the stairwell.

“Shouldn’t you be in bed?” He raises an eyebrow.

You roll on the ball of your heels and close the door swiftly. “Bobby, I have a question.”

He walks into the kitchen and grabs himself a beer, something you knew he would do the moment he walked in. It was part of his routine, and you weren’t. Normally you knew better, to stay in your room until he’s had a few minutes rest and don’t bother him unless it was really important. Well, you felt like this was important enough.

He takes the top off and gulps half of the bottle down before he turns to you again and clears his throat. “Alright, spill it.”

It’s hard to find the right way to put it. Surely he’d say no right off the bat, without much of an explanation. You curl your fingers around your wrist and say, “I have this thing at school, you see. It’s… I’m supposed to bring someone to a dance. A father-daughter dance, actually.”

Bobby was rummaging through a cabinet, probably in the hopes to find something edible in there, though there was hardly anything since he left. He twists his body toward you slowly, looking at you with narrowed eyes. “I’m not your father.”

You smile some, trying to look as cute and innocent as you could. Bobby had been there for you almost your entire life. When your dad left all those years ago, he took you in. Even when that horde of vampires took your mom, he let you live there. He let you stay with him as long as you promised to go to school, get good grades, leave boys out of his house. You respected him like your own father. “According to dad standards, you kind of are. I want you to be my father.”

Something in Bobby’s face softens. It was a look you haven’t seen in years and you were glad you put it there. His eyes water up and the corners of his mouth twitch. “I would be honoured, sweetheart.”