dean is my favorite winchester okay

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Favorite Sam & Dean moments per episode: 3x16 “No Rest for the Wicked”

You know if this doesn’t.. if this doesn’t go the way we want, I want you to know-..

No. No, no, no. No, you’re not gonna bust out the misty good-bye speech, okay? And if this is my last day on earth, I do not want it to be socially awkward. You know what I do want?

Nightmare - Winchester Brothers

I’m sorry I haven’t written in a little while! School is just making me really busy. I’ll try and post once at least every two weeks. I’m sorry of I can’t :(

Anyway, here’s another request!

Okay so maybe something where the reader is jealous of how close Sam & Dean are, make it angsty 😹 - @winchesters-favorite-girl - i’ve kind of made my own twist on this! Hope you like it anyway!

Imagine always feeling as though you are nothing more then a burden and a blood relation to your brothers and feeling as though they don’t care for you so you leave them.

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Originally posted by teachercastiel

Originally posted by undercoverrockstarjensen

Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel

You were sat in the back of the impala, picking dried blood out of your stubby finger nails, anger rumbling in your chest. You’d saved your brothers once again from a hunt gone wrong and they hadn’t thanked you, simply patted each other on the back, sent a glance over their shoulder to you to make sure you were still alive and headed in the direction of the car.

They were speaking (or arguing, you could never tell) about the monster ‘they’ had just killed and you had no interest in listening so you rested your head on the back of the seat and looked out to the starry night.

It had been this way since you’d dropped out of high school. You’d be with them, but not quite there. You’d always been left out the circle and you couldn’t remember the last time your elder brothers had shown gratitude and love towards you and quite frankly, you had had enough. 

Closing your eyes and drifting off into sleep, your mind travelled to a time when you were the centre of your brothers worlds.

***

You aged 5 and Sam aged 13:

Colouring in a unicorn in your activity book at the counter of the motel room kitchen, you reached for the purple crayon which was just out of your grip. Just as you were close to grabbing it, it rolled a little further away.  

Whining and attempting to lean forward, you suddenly felt the stall give way, sending you toppling to the ground. 

You cried out in pain as you hit your head on the marble floor. As your vision became faded and a headache made its self comfortable in your head, you saw Sam rushing towards you from the settee.

He quickly pulled you into his arms and cooed in your ear that everything would be ok and that there was nothing to worry about. He made it clear to you that you were a strong girl and that it was only a little graze. 

***

You aged 13 and Dean aged 25:

You were waiting on the bench just outside of your temporary school as the girls in front of you made fun of your second hand clothes. 

‘Look at that! What is it? A table cloth or a fourth hand blanket?’ The skinniest of them all said, pulling at your older brother Sam’s red flannel.

‘Don’t touch me.’ You growled, slapping her hand away.

‘What did you say, skank? Want me to hit you.’ The tallest of them all said, raising her hand at you.

As you were about to swerve the hand that was about to smack you, you froze as your biggest brother Dean tapped the girl on the shoulder.

She turned round, confusion and disgust on her face. ‘What do you want? Old man.’ She sneered at him. The other girls thought this was the funniest remark in the world.

Dean laughed for a second then looked at her dead in the eyes. ‘You touch my little sister again and i’ll break all your fingers. Oh, and by the way, that top is second hand. I’m pretty sure I saw a stripper with the clap wearing that a couple of nights ago.’ He gave his signature smirk at the end, hinting that the mob of mistakes (called teenage girls) should go away. 

They did, fear and despise all over their faces as they made remarks about each others clothes.

‘Thanks Dean.’ You said as you stood up and hugged him.

‘Anytime.’ He responded, protectively wrapping his arms around you.

***

Yeah sure, anytime. I guess that had a time limit. Waking up with the thought in your head, you noticed that you were sat in the back of the Impala, your two elder brothers no where in sight. 

As a feeling of hopelessness washed over you, you begged for Castiel to come and see you. He was the only one who seemed to care for you.

‘Hello Y/N.’ His gravelled voice spoke out from the seat next to you.

You didn’t respond straight away, you wanted to gather your thoughts first. You turned to look at him.

‘What’s wrong Y/N?’ He asked you, as you looked back at him, hurt in your eyes.

‘It’s my brothers. I’m nothing to them anymore.’ You explained, tears brimming in your eyes.

‘That’s not true. You’re their little sister.’ Cas responded, confusion lingering in his voice.

Was their little sister. I think i’m nothing more then a shadow to them now and I wont deal with it anymore. Please, Cas, make a promise to me.’ You pleaded.

‘What promise?’ He questioned you, eyebrows knotting together as he looked sad in his eyes.

‘That if I go, you wont help my brothers look for me. You’ll let me live my own life and I expect you to understand that if you break my trust I will never forgive you.’ With that, you took his hand in yours as a way to tell him how desperate you were. ‘Please.’

He pulled his hand slightly away from yours then paused. He let out a soft sigh then looked away for a second. ‘If I make this promise, you have to stay safe.’ He reasoned with you, looking in your direction and then away again so that he wouldn’t regret what he was about to do.

‘Yes, of course.’ You practically whispered back, knowing that you were inches away from freedom. 

‘Ok.’ That was all he said before he flapped his wings and disappeared.

This was your chance. This was your chance to begin again and be a person who didn’t live every day wondering if they were loved. You’d thought about this for weeks, months even. The moment you’d break free and find someone or something that had even the slightest amount of happiness towards you.

Jumping out the car and pulling your bag from the boot, you headed down the street the impala was parked on. You looked back for a moment, remembering your older brothers, then shook your head and continued down the path you chose to take. 

*Sam’s P.O.V*

‘You think she’ll like it?’ Dean asked, holding up a green flannel.

‘You know that’s not her colour.’ I responded, pushing the green flannel out of Dean’s arms before reaching up for a red checkered one on the highest shelf.

‘She’ll like this one though. She used to wear one like it when she was younger, like all the time.’ I said as I searched for her size.

Dean went quiet for a minute before looking at me.

‘Dude, no chick flick moments. What’s wrong?’ I questioned him, laughing a bit since he looked like a hurt puppy.

‘Is it just me or does Y/N seem really closed off lately.’ He depressingly said, gently stroking the flannel in his hands as if it was his little sister.

I was going to shrug my shoulders and dismiss the conversation but I didn’t. I knew that there was something very wrong with Y/N.

‘Yeah - I think there is.’ I responded, barely looking at Dean, feeling as though it was some how my fault.

As if Dean read my mind, he glanced briefly at me. ‘Do you think it’s our fault?’

I gulped then looked up. ‘I - I don’t know. Maybe. Have we done enough for her? I mean, have we been good brothers?’ 

‘If I’m being honest. No, I don’t think we have been. I think we’ve been so focused on these god damn hunting trips so much that we’ve lost the love we used to give to the centre of our world, Y/N. I think we need to look out for her more. Knowing her, she probably thinks that we don’t care about her and I can’t have that.’ Dean was almost shouting at the end, pulling at the seams of the shirt in his hands.

I simply looked back at him, wide eyed. He’d said exactly what I was thinking. 

‘Hell, what do I know.’ Dean grumbled, throwing the flannel on the shelf and heading to the doors of the shop. 

He froze mid-step then yelled my name, indicating that Y/N was no longer in the Impala.

It was though time slowed down. She was there, then she wasn’t. It was a nightmare come real.

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I really like how this turned out and I’m tempted to a part 2! Tell me what you guys think :) 

The Accident

Hi everybody!! So this is not at all good but I really wanted to write something like this

Characters-Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Sister Reader

Warnings- Swearing, angst,

You walked slowly behind your brothers as they opened the motel door, you had just come back from a guresome hunt, there was supposed to be only one wendigo but it turned out there were three so in short things didn’t go according to plan and all you had to do a lot of things in an impromptu way. The only problem was that one of the wendigo had dug it’s claws in your left leg and your right arm was coloured in red and black bruises, if one is being honest everything in your body was hurting. And this was the very reason why your elder brother Dean was pissed as hell.

As soon as you entered the room, Dean dropped his duffel bag on the ground and turned towards you. He looked at you with such anger and resentment in his eyes that if looks could kill you would not only be dead but Dean would personally drop you at the gates of heaven or hell.

“Sit”, he commanded in a gruff voice and you instantly went and sat at the edge of the bed. “Sam get the first aid so I can clean this up”.Sam immediately went to get the first aid without a word, everyone knew when Dean was angry all we have to do is back off.

“I need to clean your leg first ,sit further back on the bed so I can clean the leg”, so you shifted till you back was touching the headboard and your legs were carefully spawrled out in front of you.

Dean carefully rolled up your jeans while you pressed your lips together to stop from hissing in pain, Sam kept the first aid near Dean and sat beside you so he could hold your hand. You smiled faintly at Sam which he returned and sequezed your hand.

Dean first cleaned the cut and then he poured the alcohol on the wound, you let out a small cry of pain at which Sam gently soothed you. “Shhhh it’s okay y/n, it’s okay”

When Dean had finished his procedure, Sam got off the bed first so he could help you sit in a more comfortable position.

“Stop coddling her Sam”, Dean said in a harsh tone

“Dean she is hurt”, Sam tried to reason with your elder brother.

“I know, which brings me to a very intersesting question; what in the world were you thinking?”

The air in the room turned very still, and you nervously swallowed the harshness away in your throat. You hated when Dean got angry with you, you loved him more than anyone else in the world except Sam and you hated when you dissapointed him.

So you gathered your courage and very calmly spoke,“I know you are angry Dean but I didn’t mean to get hurt, everything happened so fast and all of us had to make the best of a bad or in this case really bad situation”

“Are you making excuses? Do you see me and Sam with such injuries?

You shook your head because you could not merely his eyes.

“That’s right we don’t have such injuries because we are smart, well trained hunters and not dumb like you, today you come to motel kipping on your leg, tomorrow me and Sam will be carrying your dead body here”

“Dean! What the hell are yo-”

“Sam, let me deal with this, you baby her too much when will she grow, when will she learn when will she start acting like a fucking mature adult?! ”

You bit your lips hard trying not let the tears which had filled your eyes drop on your cheek but unfortunately, no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t keep them inside and they spilled on your cheeks.

“Oh great, now she is crying”, Dean said while clapping his hands and mocking you in every way.

Sam was about to go to comfort her but Dean stopped him.

“Sam when will she learn? When will she start acting like a responsible adult ?

“That is the point Dean! She is barely fourteen she is not an adult!! ”

“Well she is not a kid either! She hast learn. When will she stop being a burden?! ”

And that was it for you, you ran out of the motel room and started running down the empty main road, you couldn’t believe it that the man who you had placed on the highest pedestal considered you a burden, you loved him so much and he didn’t even love you back.

“Y/N! STOP!” you heard Dean’s voice behind you but you didn’t stop.

“Y/n please, just listen” So you turned around and saw Dean a little farther away on the sidewalk, with Sam right behind him.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?! ” you had just screamed that when suddenly out of nowhere a car came and collided again you and you only felt immense pain and then black.

Dean’s POV

My eyes widened when I saw the car hit my baby sister. None of us had seen it coming.

“Y/N !!!!” Me and Sam yelled together and ran to where our baby sister lay on the ground.

Anger boiled in me when I saw what condition she was in, for one second I thought that she was dead.

“Dean, she is breathing……. barely, Call the ambulance ” Sam said in a broken voice as he cradled my baby sister in his arm whispering words of comfort.

I quickly called the ambulance and gave them the details of the place, I checked on the driver of the car and saw that he was unconscious but had no physical injuries.

I went and knelt down next to Sam, so I could see my baby girl.

“ Sweetheart, don’t worry nothing will happen to you, I am right here okay so don’t be scared me and Sam we are not going anywhere”

“WHERE IS THE DAMM AMBULANCE!?!?!! ”
I YELLED

I turned my attention back to my sister, I grabbed her hands and peppered them with kisses and started mumbling “I am sorry, I am so so sorry, I love you” no then started sobbing hysterically and felt Sam’s hand rub my back up and down in comfort as we waited for the ambulance.

To be continued

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Mom’s First Flannel

A/n: Just a little something I thought of.

Reader’s age-2 years younger than Sam

MFF: Masterlist

Originally posted by thewincheters

“It was your mother’s, you know.”

You glance up to stare at your father, trying to let those words sink in.

It was your 16th birthday. Sam left for college not to long ago and Dean left to hunt by himself, leaving you with your father. You just got home from school when you were presented with a small package. When you opened it with your father, it was just a flannel, but John knew what it would truly mean to you if you knew whose it used to belonged to.

“Really?”

“Yeah, in fact it was her first one.”

You wanted to ask where he got it but you already had an idea, and talking about Mary was a sensitive subject in the family.

The fact that John got this for you was the important thing, you would treasure this flannel forever.


Slight panicked voices came from one room in the bunker was what you heard when you got back from a supply trip.

“Dude, what are we supposed to do?”

“It’ll be fine Sammy, it’s just a flannel,”

“I guess, but don’t you ever wonder why she wears that one the most, what if it means something to her?”

“It’s just a flannel Sam, how much could it mean to her?”

Hearing that you walked into the library, where the voices of your brothers were coming from. You just hoped it wasn’t as bad as it sounded.

When you walked in you could see that it was. The flannel that dad gave you on your 16th birthday, mom’s first flannel, was in two pieces.

You stare at it, your eyes become glossy. That’s when Sam speaks up,

“Sis, we didn’t mean-”

“Shut up! Both of you, get out!” You yell.

“You can’t just kick us out of-” Dean starts.

“I don’t care, GET OUT!” You screech with all your might interrupting him.

They scramble out of the library in no time. You walk towards the two halves of the flannel and pick it up to bring it closer to you, trying not to cry.


Hours later, there was a knock on your door. With a weak voice you answer, “If you’re Castiel, come in, if you’re Sam or Dean, go away.” Dean’s gruff voice answered back, “If you’re not going to open the door, we can just talk out here to you.”

“What makes you think that I’ll answer back?”

“Because you’re answering right now, sweet pea.”

You slip a little ‘dammit’ in before hesitantly saying, “come in.” Both brothers walk in to see you sitting on your bed, with red eyes and sewing back the flannel by hand.

Not knowing what to say, they sit on the edge of your bed. A few more minutes pass when you whisper, “It was mom’s.” They look up to see you staring at the flannel. “Dad gave it to me on my 16th birthday, and it was mom’s first flannel. That’s why it means so much to me, it’s the only part of mom I have.”

Sam and Dean instantly feel more guilty. “Y/n, we’re so sorry, we didn’t realize it was mom’s.”

Something in you snapped when Dean said that. “What, so it’s okay to rip my stuff and get off scot-free but when it’s mom’s you feel bad? No, no it’s not okay, I don’t accept your apology and I need you both to get out of my room.” You push them both out of your room and slam the door in their faces.

You sigh and move back to sit on your bed and continue sewing the flannel back together. The boys really dug themselves into a hole this time.


Part 2 

Tagging {Is open}: @winchesters-favorite-girl

Read It Wednesday

Week 15! I’m finally starting to catch up on series, so hopefully you’ll start seeing your own in here! Note that drabbles are no longer included due to the length of the recs. I hope y’all enjoy this weeks compilation. 

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Happy Birthday, Dad.

Characters- Sam x daughter!reader, Dean x niece!reader.

Warnings- angst, mild swearing.

A/N- just a short lil something to celebrate Sammy’s birthday! Not one of the best but I’m so freaking exhausted aha<3


The heavy door of the bunker yawned open with a loud groan, pushing it shut with a bang you quietly tiptoed your way through the empty bunker.

It was your dads birthday, you hadn’t been here for a while, in fact it had been over a year. 

You smiled lightly as the memories started floating around your head, like the day when you and your uncle Dean decided to start a Nerf war, or the time where you couldn’t sleep so your dad drove you around in baby. 

Pushing open the door to your dads room, stepping towards his wardrobe you slowly opened it to reveal the endless amounts of checked flannel. 

You grabbed your favourite one, it was black, white and blue. The soft cotton danced around your fingers as you hugged the material, the familiar scent tickled your nose- oak wood, leather and the smell of old books; like apples and cinnamon, he smelt like home.

Slipping it on over your t-shirt you walked over to his bed, sitting down you pulled the drawer out from it’s position and tipped the contents over the bed.

Your eyes landed on a photo, it was your high school graduation, it was also the last photo you had ever taken with him, the last memory you had together.

You were on his back, your arms wrapped around his neck, his around your legs. He had your graduation cap perched on top of his head, wide grins stretched across both your faces. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by a small cough, looking up you saw Dean stood in the doorway with a sad smile on his face, “hey, kiddo” he said, you sent him a small smile and continued looking at the photos, the bed dipped next to you and a hand reached over and took hold of a small, warn-out looking photograph.

“Hey, look at this one” your uncle said with a slight laugh, you leant back against the headboard and frowned, “I don’t remember this one” you muttered taking it from his hand, he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, you leant into his side, your head on his shoulder.

He pointed at the photo you were holding, “when you were three you went through a phase where you really hated bath time, you’d always run and hide from me and your dad until we either found you, or we gave up” he explained, you chuckled “but that still doesn’t explain why i’m under a bed” you replied, Dean smiled, “one time we thought you left the bunker, turns out you hid under my bed and fell asleep”, you smiled a small smile before letting out a sigh.

“He would’ve been thirty four today” you mumbled, your uncle held you close whilst stroking your hair, “I miss him, Dea” your voice cracked, a few tears rolled down your face as you buried yourself in your uncles chest, “shh, I know, I miss him too. It’ll be okay, bug. You’ll be okay” he muttered into your ear.


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Shared Spaces

Requested

*Lucifer-centric

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“You’re kidding.”

“Wish I was, bro. But your vessel is faltering. Fading. Disintegrating. Falling apart. Collapsing.”

Lucifer scowled at his brother. “Thank you, Mr. Thesaurus.”

“Look, Dad wants to fix it. He does, after all, have a soft spot for you. But in order to do so, you’ll have to…”

“To?”

“Vacate.”

“Vacate.” The word felt strange in Lucifer’s mouth. “So, what, I’ll be kept in a jar while Daddy tinkers on my vessel?”

“Well, that is an option. But I would suggest finding another vessel.”

“Right. Because I just have people lining up to let me invade their bodies.”

Gabriel crossed his arms. “Look… I know this is a weird situation, but I know of a vessel.”

“Who?”

“You know how we, as archangels, need special people to be our vessels?”

“Who is it?”

“And you know how we found the Winchesters and you were originally supposed to use Sam but then that whole thing happened and now he kind of hates you?”

“GABRIEL, WHO IS IT?!”

“Y/N.”

Lucifer was shocked into silence. “What?”

“Y/N. She’d be perfect.”

“You want me to use the Winchesters’ little sister as my new vessel?”

“The Winchesters are the best vessels we can find.”

Lucifer was quiet, weighing the options.

“Come on, Luce. If you don’t… I don’t know how much time you have.”

“She’ll never go for it.”

“Of course she will. She’s a nice girl and she likes you.”

Lucifer tried to not let his brother’s words get to him. “Her brothers will never let her.”

“They won’t have to know.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Seriously? Two of the best hunters won’t know that their little sister is a vessel for an archangel who HAPPENED TO USE ONE OF THEM BEFORE?”

“Calm down, Luce. You’ll break your vessel even quicker.”

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“So… how’s everything?”

“Well, I’m currently shoved into a corner of my own body so an archangel doesn’t lose his own vessel.”

“I’m sorry,” Lucifer said. “I… I didn’t mean to put you out.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just… weird.”

“Gabriel said it should only be a week or so….”

“It’s fine, Lucifer.”

The two of you sat in your room… or rather, your body sat there physically while you and Lucifer shared the internal area.

“At least your brothers don’t seem to notice anything,” Lucifer said.

“They’re dimwits, to be sure. But it’s only been one day. They’ll sniff something out.”

“What do you think will happen when they find out?”

“They’ll probably be mad. Dean will probably punch the wall. Sam will yell. They’ll try to cast you out, but they can’t because it’s my ultimate decision. Dean will go off to drink, Sam will hit the books, trying to find a way around that.” You sighed. “This bunker will turn into a war zone.”

Lucifer was quiet for a few moments. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause such a problem.”

He felt you smile. “It’s okay, really. I’m happy to help.”

“Why?”

“Well, you’re my favorite archangel. I’d like to consider you my friend.”

“I’m… your favorite?”

You gave a nervous laugh. “Did I say that?”

“Well… if it makes you feel better, you’re my favorite Winchester.”

Exam Season

Request- Hi! I was hoping I could request something since exams are giving me extreme stress. Could you do a Cas x Reader imagine, (who is also the Winchester’s youngest sis), where the Reader puts makeup on him? And obviously Cas is like, “why are you putting makeup on my vessel?”. Just something funny like that. Thanks❤ 

Word Count- 794

Masterlist       Prompt list     Request a story or drabble

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A/n- This is just a quick little story I wrote while revising for my exams. I made the reader and Cas just friends I hope that’s okay anon :)

“I love death. I really do.” You say looking at the piles of books you have to revise from.

“Dean killed Death remember.” Cas says looking through all your books. “Sam and Dean said to inform you that they will be back later on. Also they said not to over do it on the revision.” He says turning to look at you.

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Bang! bangbangbang! BANG!

Castiel yelped and carefully extricated his cat’s claws from his thighs. “What the hell?” he grumbled. “I’m sorry, Miss Bennet,” he crooned, holding her close and scratching the softness behind her ears. “It’s okay, it’s okay.” She’d just begun to settle when the booming started again. Cue the claws.

“Dammit!” He put down his book and carried his cat to the linen closet in the hallway, placing her gently on her favorite shelf. She hid there whenever she was nervous, it was her safe space. She wasn’t happy, but she’d be okay there, in the dark.

I’ve got to take care of this, he thought, flinching as the fireworks continued. It’s 11:30 on a Wednesday night. And those are close.

Castiel pushed through the front door into the night, and, sure enough, the fireworks were being lit in the driveway across the street.

“Dean Winchester!” he yelled, stalking across the street. “Do you have any idea what time it is? You probably woke up half the neighborhood, not to mention scaring my cat out of two of her lives.”

The mechanic laughed. “Lighten up, Cas! We’re celebrating! My little brother passed the bar! He’s a lawyer now! And besides,” he added, grinning wickedly, “do you think your yelling did anything to keep the neighborhood quiet?” He winked.

Cas glared. I yell at him and he flirts with me! Typical..

“Sam passed the bar? That’s wonderful! But can’t you find a quieter way to celebrate?” Cas peered into the darkness. “And I don’t see Sam anywhere. Is he enjoying your celebration from inside the house?”

“Naw, Sammy’s with Jess.” Dean’s green eyes glinted with mischief. “The fireworks were for you. How else could I get you to come outside on a Wednesday night?”

Cas tried–and failed–to hold onto his glare. “Dean, I do have a phone,” he said reproachfully. “And you did scare my cat.”

“Where’s the fun in calling?” Dean winked again, and snaked his arm around Cas’s waist. “I am sorry about Miss Bennet, though,” he murmured into Cas’s hair. “I’ll bring her some bacon tomorrow to make up for it.”

“Sure,” Cas snorted, “and you can clean up the mess when she throws it up.”

“Please don’t be mad, Cas. I have a picnic set up on the deck. Come out back with me. We can make our own kind of fireworks.” Dean had both arms around Cas now, and was brushing tiny kisses along his jaw.

Cas relented, turning his face up to capture Dean’s lips with his own. “Alright,” he rasped, breaking away. “I like these fireworks.”


This is my first attempt at writing an au. It’s hard! But kind of fun, too. :)

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I don’t need sleep.

Summary- The reader can’t sleep, so Sam takes her on a short drive around town.

SamxSister!reader

Warnings- there are none.

A/N- just something short and sweet, I whipped this up in about twenty minutes and didn’t check for spelling/grammar errors so I apologise if there are any.


You yawned again as you turned the page of the book, you hadn’t slept for the last week as you kept on having the same nightmare over and over again, you didn’t want to keep reliving it.

Yawning again you rubbed your eyes but froze when you hears footsteps approach, looking up you saw Sam walk through the door but stopped when he saw you curled up in the chair, he narrowed his eyes slightly. 

“Y/N? It’s three in the morning, why’re you awake?” He asked softly, you looked up and shrugged “I could ask you the same thing” you replied with a small smile, he sat in the chair next to you and looked at you with a sigh.

“When was the last time you slept?”He asked, you could hear the concern in his voice, you sighed “I don’t need sleep” you breathed, your eyes fixated on the book you were holding, Sam rolled his eyes and pulled the book away from your hands, you huffed and lent back on the chair, you turned to look at him “what?” You asked with slight attitude in his voice, he narrowed his eyes at you “don’t give me that attitude” he warned, you closed your eyes and rested your head on the back of the chair, “I’m sorry, okay? I’m tired” you conceded, “I haven’t been sleeping well for the past couple of weeks” you admitted pulling the sleeves of your jumper down past your hands. 

“Y/N, when was the last time you actually slept?” He asked again, you sighed and rolled your eyes slightly “about a week or so,” you spoke quietly, you heard Sam sigh and stand up.

“Come on,” he said reaching his hand out, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but placed your smaller, slightly cold hand in his much bigger, warm one. You stood up and followed behind him, “where’re we going?” You asked when he grabbed the car keys, “when you were around six or seven you refused to sleep, we never knew why so the only way we’d actually get you to sleep would be to drive around with you in led down in the back seat of the Impala” Sam explained, a small smile played at his lips at the memory.

“But Sam-” you began to protest but he cut you off, 

“No buts, Y/N. You need to sleep, what if we end up going on a hunt and your drowsiness causes you to get hurt?” He rhetorically asked, you rolled your eyes but climbed into the passenger side of the Impala, Sam jumped into the drivers side before reaching to the back seat and grabbing a blanket, passing it to you he sent you a small smile before placing the key into the ignition, the sound of Baby’s engine purring made a small smile appear on your face, you would never get tired of that sound.

Ten minutes into the drive Sam could tell you were trying not to fall asleep, you were fighting it, he noticed how your eyes would start to close and your head would droop slightly to the side before you quickly jumped back up. He pulled over to the side of the road and turned to look at you.

“Okay, tell me what’s going on” he said causing you to look at him, furrowing your eyebrows slightly you shook your head, “nothing’s going on. I’m fine.” You muttered turning your head to look out the window, Sam sighed for what was probably the hundredth time that night, “Y/N, I know you’re refusing to sleep, again. I mean, I know last time it was because of nightmar-” he stopped talking when realisation hit him, he looked back over to you “is it the nightmares again?” He asked, you didn’t respond, your eyes glistening with tears. One slipped out and landed on the blanket, this obviously didn’t go unnoticed by your older brother, he rubbed your back before pulling you into a hug, “Y/N, why didn’t you tell one of us?” He asked, one hand pulling you close into his chest, the other rubbing circles onto your back, “because I thought I could handle them at first, but then they got worse, I just didn’t want to bother you and Dean, you already have so much going on with Lucifer possessing Cas, the darkness” you sniffled out, tears cascading down your face, Sam shook his head “you should’ve come to one of us, sweetie” he spoke softly, “do you want to tell me what they’re about?” He asked, you shrugged your shoulders.

“It might help” Sam comforted, you sighed and took in a deep breath trying to calm yourself, “firstly they were just normal, falling ones. I can deal with those, their fine, but then they changed for some reason… In all of them.. Me, you and Dean would be on some type of hunt, but every time something would go wrong, every time you and Dean would get hurt or die and I just.. I couldn’t deal with seeing that every time I closed my eyes” you bawled, clutching onto his grey t-shirt, he pulled your closer and wrapped his arms around your small frame.

“Hey, shh it’s okay, none of that’s real. Me and Dean are completely fine and alive and we’re not hurt, okay?” He asked, trying to reassure you, but he noticed the failed response, glancing down at you he noticed your eyes were closed, you were breathing steady. He smiled lightly and kissed the top of your head. “Lets get you home, kiddo”.


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Okay, so we all know what Dean’s two favorite Zeppelin songs are.

But why does he like these two songs so much?  Specifically “Ramble On”

I always just assumed it’s because he identifies with the sentiment.  He’s a guy who has no roots.  The song talks of a man who wants roots, he’s looking for the one girl, and until he finds her he’ll just ramble on.  

Dean just keeps moving on.  He may never have the girl, but he connects with the idea.

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But…what if Dean, my smol literary bean, actually likes the song for a different reason?

I was listening to it today and got hung up on these lyrics:

I ain’t tellin’ no lie
Mine’s a tale that can’t be told
My freedom I hold dear
How years ago in days of old
When magic filled the air
’T was in the darkest depths of Mordor
I met a girl so fair
But Gollum, and the evil one
crept up and slipped away with her
Her, her, yeah
Ain’t nothing I can do, no

What if Dean only likes the song because he’s a huge LOTR nerd?  Like, he’s just a sweet geek who loves a good fantasy story.  

I dunno, I just love the idea of Dean reading his books whenever he gets a chance.  Just checking out and disappearing into a good story.

He reads.  And I really dig it.  It’s sexy.

The thing is, I don’t want to live my life. I want to enjoy my ships and favorite characters for every moment and second and millisecond etc…..

Raiders of the Lost Ark

Title: Raiders of the Lost Ark

Summary:  Dean and Donna fluff.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Donna Hanscum

Word Count:  1242

Warnings: explicit language, low self-esteem on Donna’s part

Author’s Notes:  This was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Favorite Things Challenge. My prompt was Indiana Jones and my pairing was Dean and Donna. This might never have been written if it wasn’t for @climbthatmooselikeatree. Thank you, love.

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does anyone else laugh when they see the titles of supernatural episodes?

okay so what kind of show has episodes about such depressing shit but have such hilarious titles???

just to name a few:

•are you there god? it’s me, dean winchester

•criss angel is a douch bag

•it’s the great pumpkin, sam winchester

•it’s a terrible life

•good god y'all

•clap your hands if you believe

•the slice girls

•shut up, dr. phil

•hello, cruel world

•how to win friends and influence monsters

and my personal favorite:

•season 7, time for a wedding!

like what kind of show is this? it makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time??