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Imagine...Overhearing Dean

Originally posted by ijensenackles

Pairing: Dean x reader

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Bad Ideas And Jean Thighs

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 986

Pairing: DeanxReader

Summary: You’re in a dry spell that’s frustrating you to no end. Dean lets you ride his thigh to take the edge off.

A/N: Sorry this is late today guys. I had a big weekend, which means tomorrow’s fic might be late as well.

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Dark Side

Originally posted by debatchery

Dean Winchester x Reader (Supernatural)

Word Count: 1,184

Warnings: Umm none. Unless you’re scared of fluff. Is this fluff? Or is it angst? I think it’s fluff.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the song.

Song: Dark Side by Kelly Clarkson

A/N: Quick shout out to @cali5265 who somehow read and like Skinwalker like five minutes after I posted it. Knowing there are people out there who see the notification that I post it and then immediately click it and take time out of their day to read my stuff. It just warms my heart. Thank you guys.

Summary: Two hunters fall in love. Not a big deal. The twist? Neither knows the other is a hunter.

There’s a place, that I know.

It’s not pretty there and few have ever gone.

“Dean where are we going?” You looked at him and (pulled back/tucked behind your ear) the mass of h/c hair flying in your face as a result of the open windows. “We’ve been driving for almost three hours.”

If I show it to you now,

Will It make you run away?

“I figured it’s about time for you to meet my family,” Dean took your hand in his and flashed you a reassuring smile to which you responded with a nervous one before he looked back at the road.

Or will you stay?

Even if it hurts?

It wasn’t that you were nervous to meet his family. Quite the contrary. But what you were nervous about was the progress you were making in your relationship. Soon you knew you were going to tell him about being a hunter and give him the talk about what goes bump in the night. Dean O’Reilly  was the best thing that had ever happened to you and you were worried you were going to scare him away. It was a miracle that you had managed to convince him you were normal for this long.

Even if I try to push you out

Will you return?

You pulled into the drive of a large brick building and some sort metal door in the side of a small hill. Dean put the Impala in park and climbed out, telling you that this was your destination and prompting you to also exit the vehicle.

And remind me who I really am?

Please remind me who I really am.

“This is where you live?” You asked, looking at the large warehouse-like building skeptically. Your hunter instincts were telling you that something was wrong, and it was all you could do to not throw some holy water at Dean.

Everybody’s got a dark side.

Do you love me?

Can you love mine?

“Yeah,” Dean bit his lip like he was nervous before taking your left hand in his right and leading you to the metal door.

Nobody’s a picture perfect.

But we’re worth it.

You know that we’re worth it.

The nervous twitch caused you to rest your right hand on the gun tucked into your waistband to ensure it was there than wrap your hand around the silver pocket knife in your pocket. You reached the door and Dean opened it with one hand, pulling it open and taking you inside, making sure to shut the door behind him. You reached yet another door and he opened this one too, allowing you to walk in front of him. You step out onto a landing that overlooked a huge circular room. In the center was a large table covered in a map of some sort. Opposite you an open door led to an expansive library that looked perfect for research.

Will you love me?

Even with my dark side?

Being a hunter you automatically observed every inch of any new environment, which is what led you to look up and see the warding sigils on the ceiling. Dean closed the door behind you, causing you to whirl around to face him. That was when you saw the same symbol on the door as the Men of Letters organization that had tried to recruit you last year. You looked back down and saw two men downstairs. One looked to be very tall and had shoulder length brown hair. The second had black hair and a trench coat for some reason even though he was inside. You smiled to Dean and allowed him to go in front of you. As you walked down the steps you moved your hand from your knife to your gun. As soon as you were both on the ground you pulled your gun and aimed it at Dean, clicking off the safety. The sound made the other two look up from what they were doing and zeroed in on the gun in your hand.

Like a diamond,

From black dust.

“Woah n/n.” Dean put his hands up in a surrender position. “Let’s just talk about this.”

It’s hard to know

It can become.

“Happily.” You blew a strand of hair out of you face. “Who are you really? Are you Men of Letters? What do you want with me?

If you give up.

So don’t give up on me.

“How do you know about the Men of Letters,” The one with the long hair spoke up.

Please remind me who I really am.

“Just answer the question!” You snapped.

Everybody’s got a dark side.

Do you love me?

Can you love mine?

“Yes we are Men of Letters,” Dean answered. “But we aren’t here to hurt you.”

Nobody’s a picture perfect.

But we’re worth it.

You know we’re worth it.

“Yeah right,” You rolled your eyes. “Just how much of the things that you’ve told me have been lies huh? Is your name even really Dean?”

Will you love me?

Even with my dark side?

“Yes and no,” Dean sighed. “My name is Dean just not Dean O’Reilly. My name is Dean Winchester.” He gestured to the tall man. “This is my brother Sam.” He then gestured to the man in the trenchcoat. “And this is our friend Castiel.”

Don’t run away,

Don’t run away.

“Wait a minute.” Your gun lowered a fraction of an inch. “Did you say Winchester? As in Sam and Dean Winchester?”

Just tell me that you will stay.

Promise you will stay.

“Yes,” Sam sighed and ran a hand through his hair, clearly stressed with you aiming a gun at his brother’s head. “But we didn’t commit those crimes on the news.”

Don’t run away,

Don’t run away.

“I know.” You put away your gun and smirked at the three men. “And this whole time I was nervous about giving you the talk.”

Just tell me that you will stay.

Promise you will stay.

“Are you a hunter as well miss Johnson?” Castiel tilted his head in confusion.

Will you love me?

“Yes Castiel,” You laughed. “But my name isn’t Y/N Johnson. My name is actually Y/N L/N. But seriously what are the chances two hunters just happen to start dancing and neither know the other is a hunter. And not only are they both hunters but on of them is a freaking Winchester.”

Everybody’s got a dark side.

Do you love me?

Can you love mine?

“She does have a point Dean,” Sam smirked at his brother. “How did you not figure out she was a hunter?”

Nobody’s a picture perfect.

But we’re worth it.

You know we’re worth it.

“Shut up.” Dean pointed at him before turning back to you. “So I was going to offer to train you to be a hunter, but I don’t think I need to train someone who took down a nest of 10 vamps on her own. So Y/N, would you like to work with us?”

Will you love me?

Even with my dark side?

Pairings: Reader x Dean, Voyeur!Sam, Sam x Reader x Dean
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Daddy!kink, voyeurism, exhibitionism, language, unprotected sex, threesome
Summary:  You and Dean have the bunker to yourselves for the weekend but Sam comes back a little earlier than planned witnessing way more than he should have seen. You decide the next time you and Dean have sex that you’ll make sure Sam has a great view.

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Fight against Santa? (Dean X reader)

This is really really short, but also kind of funny. Approx. 360+ words. 

Warnings: Slight language,

You and Dean sat in the bunker library alone. Sam went off to bed about an hour ago, now you and Dean were sitting there with a beer just talking. Dean had his arm around your shoulder and the both of you had your feet propped up on the table. Your head rested on his shoulder, as you guys talked about random crap.

“Hey dean? I have a question.” You said.

“Yeah? And what would that question be?” He asked.

“I was wondering If I got in a fight with Santa, who do you think would win?” You asked with complete seriousness.

“Are you still on about what happened earlier? Listen he was just an angry guy dressed as Santa. Shouldn’t you be aware that he isn’t real?” He asked.

“Trust me I know. He was something, but jolly wasn’t one of those things. Seriously though I think I would win in a fight against Santa. Don’t you?” You asked.

“Well maybe, He’s a big guy, so maybe you would have an advantage point, but he also has elves and I heard those little bastards are evil. Little ankle biters are what they are.” Dean explained.

“True, but I could run faster than they could since one of my steps are like 3 of theirs. Plus, Santa spends all of his time eating cookies and milk. That’s not the best eating arrangement, so I mean that’s bound to slow him down. Right?” You asked. You were still completely serious.

“Well, you’re not wrong, he’s also pretty old, so he’s probably slower than you. Then again, does Santa really age? He’s been around for quite a while, so I doubt age is really a problem here.” Dean explained.

“Point taken, but I also have some nifty tricks up my sleeve if he ever decided to try something with me. So, all I’m saying is that I would definitely win.” You concluded.

“Win what?” Sam asked walking in.

“A fight against Santa.” You explained in a monotone voice.

“Right?” Sam mumbled and walked away confused.

You smiled at confused Sammy.

Dean is for Cas

Dean is not gay and Dean is not Bi

because Cas is not a guy

he is angelic grace with too much heart

living in a form which Dean has come to associate with

a being who is familiar and who brings comfort

and whose mere presence can do a world of good

and the thing that matters most 

- the only thing that really matters -

is that Dean is in love 

with his best friend

and part of that same truth

- that same important truth

is that Castiel is the angel who fell

in every way imaginable

and in the very best way possible :

in love with his best friend


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Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush

Wrestling was something that Dean couldn’t get enough of. The atmosphere. The lights. The bodies slamming into each other. It was simply nostalgic. Taking him back to the one real good memory from his time directly under John Winchester’s care.

Then she walked out. And his father was the last thing on his mind. The crowd cheered as he was caught in a trance.

Maybe it was the way the lights made her eyes look so dark and sultry. Or the way her H/C was styled. The way the leather and fishnet both covered everything he wanted to see, and left open more than enough to create a reaction below the belt.

“Y/N!” The name was shouted and cheered as the woman approached the stage. The only thing his ears had captured from the opening. Her arms were up and lips parted just enough for him to get a peek of the tongue she held between her teeth. Taunting every single person in the room. When the jacket was shed, the cheering only got louder.

As she climbed up, staring into the crowd, he swore her eyes made contact with his. She pumped her fist, yelling words that never quite made it to his ears. Too focused on the way she moved. Using every ounce of sexuality she possessed to wrap the room around her fingers. Everything she did amped the people that stood waiting for the new match. She spread her arms, putting on a hell of a show. Daring for her opponent to show.

As she sat back up right, watching the other woman come up to the ring, Dean realized that he’d been yelling. Reaching out of instinct when her arms had come out his way. He dropped them awkwardly. Hearing his brother’s amused, breathy little chuckle just over the noise. He could feel Sam’s bemused eyes digging into his skull. But, he ignored it. With a deep breath, he composed himself. After all, when the match ended, he had a new autograph to catch…