dean looking out for sam

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SPN Hiatus Creations   | Week 2 : Urban Legends | “Every town’s got it’s stories, right? Ours is Roosevelt Asylum. They say it’s haunted with the ghosts of the patients. Spend the night, the spirits will drive you insane.”

“Growing Up a Winchester”  Sam/Dean x Sister Reader

Word Count: 3,867

Sam and Dean Winchester x Sister Reader, some Castiel x Reader

Summary: While on a long road trip to a hunt, you reminisce about your memories growing up with your brothers, from the best ones, to the worst, to the most awkward.

Warnings: Mentions of death, language, angst, light smut between Cas and the reader

Flashbacks are in italics.

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

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You’re sitting in the backseat of the impala, looking out the window at the scenery. Dean, of course, is driving, and Sam is sitting on the passenger side, sleeping. You have a hard time sleeping in the car, so on long car trips like this, you have a hard time. Thankfully, Dean is usually always awake as well, and serves as your entertainment.

Growing up as the youngest Winchester sibling was not always fun and games, especially being a teenage girl. As much as your brothers love you, they know absolutely nothing about teenage girls. You more often than not felt like you were raising yourself, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Your brothers are your rock, and you would never leave them.

You can barely remember the first time you’d met Dean. Your dad, John, had gotten your mother pregnant and throughout the first four years of your life, he was very in and out of your life. He’d only show up at your house once a year, normally on your birthday. He’d call on holidays, but you were too young to hold a conversation. A little after your fourth birthday, your mother had passed away from cancer. You had nothing and no one else, and your dad John came to your rescue.

“Hey, kiddo.” John had told you, picking you up from the hospital. He looked tired, the bags underneath his eyes more prominent than you had ever seen them.

“Hi.” You say quietly. You didn’t really know what was going on. All you knew was that your mommy was in a better place and you were going to live with your dad. You remember being nervous, because to you, your dad was like a stranger. You knew nothing about him.

“Do you have your stuff? You’re comin’ to stay with me and your brother, Dean. Dean’s excited to meet you, you know.”

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anonymous asked:

Sam doesn't eat unless he has to while Dean's a demon. When he gets Dean back, the first thing his big brother notices is how skinny and weak he is. Dean goes into ultra protective mode and is so gentle and loving to Sam. He makes him food and when they have sex, Dean is gentle and he makes Sam feel so safe and secure again. Dean goes on and on about how his Sammy needs to be good and healthy, and how well he's doing as he keeps gaining weight. Dean supports him through all of jt.

he’s not purposely starving himself, you know? it’s just… he’s worried about other things, about more important matters, about his brother. trying to find dean, trying to find a cure, trying to figure out a way to make sure that he can actually get his brother back, it all seems more important than eating. now he isn’t stupid. he knows that he can’t continue living without eating something it’s just when he does eat, it’s just enough to take the edge off his hunger that isn’t really there.

he just knows that he’s this far from finding a cure and if he pushes through this then dean will be alright and he’ll be back to his old self and sam can stop worrying about that. he just has to push a little harder for just a little longer.

demon!dean makes a comment about it, how sam looks as skinny as he did when he was a gangly teen and they were doing things that no brother should do in the backseat of the impala. demon!dean would smile as he said “don’t you remember how i would just split you open on my cock, sammy? how you would beg for it. how much of a slut you were for it. begging me to stuff you full and tear you in half. i’m sure that if you released me now, i could still split you open, still make you beg for it. hell, i probably wouldn’t even fit. your body is too tiny now to take me all the way.”

it wasn’t like the other jabs that demon!dean sent his way, saying that dean had cared his ass for all his life, always looking after him and how he never wanted that. and it wasn’t like the jab that he sent towards sam saying that dean never really wanted sam in that way, he just couldn’t stand making the kid sad. but regardless it hurt to hear because sam was certain that dean was right. he probably wouldn’t be able to fit dean inside of him anymore. it’s been too long and he’s lost so much weight and yet sam would still probably beg for it. he would beg and cry until dean broke him in half and still want more.

but then sam cured dean, purified that demon blood or whatever and then sam had his brother back and he felt weak and small. his body sagged on his bed (dean didn’t want to be around him anymore. he ran off to his room the moment that sam released him and he took the hint. dean didn’t want to have anything else with him.) and he felt like he would just sink through. he was hungry, more than hungry. he was starving and yet he couldn’t bring himself to walk into the kitchen and get something to eat. it seemed like it was too much effort.

curing dean, it was supposed to fix everything. everything was supposed to go back to how it was before he was a demon and everything was supposed to be alright.

there’s a tentative knock at his door and he’s expecting cas, telling him that dean has finally gotten to sleep and that he should eat something or something like that but he’s surprised when the door pushes open and it’s dean standing there, holding a tray of food in his hand, standing in the door like he’s not welcome which was weird to see because dean was always welcomed in his room.

yet there dean was, standing in the doorway like he was a stranger, waiting for sam’s permission to come in.

you don’t have to ask, dean.” sam finally said when it was clear that dean wasn’t going to walk in on his own. “you’re always welcomed in my room. always.” he’s not sure why he’s trying to make that point but he is. he wants dean to know that anything of sam’s is something of his.

oh… uhh… okay.” dean said, pushing the door open wider and he’s almost blushing, like he was embarrassed to think that he wasn’t welcomed or maybe he was embarrassed to think that sam still wanted him. after everything he did. everything he said. “i… uhh… i made you some food. you just… you look…

dean trailed off. how were you supposed to nicely say that you’ve lost so much weight that you look unhealthy.

but sam sat up straighter on his bed, leaning against the head board and his heart hurts in his chest because it looks like dean actually tried to make him something that he would like. the salad looked fresh. the chicken still looked hot. the apple that dean had sliced open looked good and it was nothing like what dean normally ate and yet he still tried. he was trying to make it up to sam.

sam barely ate three of the apples slices and picked at the salad before he pushed the tray away, claiming that he was full and dean didn’t doubt it for a second but he still urged sam to eat just another apple slice.

sam looked at the apple and then looked up at dean, his jaw locked in that childlike defiance and dean ran a hand through his hair.

listen, sammy, i know that i’m in no position to ask you to do anything. in fact, i’m the last person that should ask you to do anything but you’ve gotta eat a little more, man. please. just a couple bites of chicken. we’ve gotta… you’ve gotta get healthy. you’re skin and bones and it’s all because…because of me. even though dean didn’t say that, sam knew what he meant to say. and he wanted to deny it. it wasn’t because of dean, sam had every opportunity to eat, he just didn’t.

instead it ate a full slice of chicken and a couple more pieces of apple and he looked up at dean, his stomach stuffed and he didn’t miss the fond little smile that was on dean’s face. except dean was sitting at the edge of the bed, so far away and sam wanted him so much closer. needed him closer.

good job, sammy.” dean praised, picking up the tray and backing out of the room. “you did such a good job.” he paused at the door, looking as if he wanted to say more before he walked out. “i’ll see you in the morning.”

for breakfast dean makes oatmeal and the hot meal feels good going down his stomach and it tastes so good that he can’t help but eat it all. it was so much food and a few minutes later, it comes back up and sam knew he shouldn’t have eaten it all. his stomach couldn’t handle that much food after not eating for so long. he needed to take it slower but dean was there, rubbing light fingers up and down his back, saying that it was okay. they’ll try something else and he pressed a cool washcloth to the back of his face and when sam gained the color back to his skin, dean backed away from sam, ceasing all contact and sam missed that the most.

dean helped sam gain weight back. every meal that sam had was a home cooked meal and it was something different and dean would ask how sam liked it and sam would reply truthfully. there was one night that sam stumbled upon dean fast asleep with his head resting in some book in the library. and upon further inspection, sam saw that it was a cookbook with post-it notes sticking out all over the place. sam gently pulled the book from out underneath dean’s head and on it post-it note was dean’s handwriting, writing down notes, whether or not sam liked whatever was on that page and sam’s heart swelled at the sight.

it took a while. that’s a lie actually. it took forever for dean to actually touch sam like they used to. dean had folded back into himself, refused himself to touch sam longer than he absolutely had to and whenever sam would try to initiate any kind of contact, dean would cut it off, make up some excuse why he had to leave and do something else.

however, slowly sam started touching dean longer and dean allowed himself to stay there while sam touched. a couple of fingers to the back of the hand. elbows and knees pressed together while they’re sitting next to each other at the table. it’s small but it feels like some much to sam.

there’s one night where dean doesn’t seem as shielded as he normally is and they’re in sam’s room watching some movie and sam managed to crawl up under dean’s arm and dean wrapped it around sam’s shoulder for the whole movie. now in the morning, dean seemed even more distant that he had before and anytime there was even the smallest point of contact, dean flinched like he was burned.

sam had long gained back the weight that he had lost when they first had sex. dean was in his room, leaning up against the headboard, staring off into nothing when sam let himself in and crawled onto dean’s bed and all but begged dean to touch him. that he needed it and it was low because sam knew that dean would do anything that sam asked but it wasn’t a lie. he missed dean. he missed him tremendously and having dean just within reach and yet having dean seem like he was miles away hurt more than any kind of pain could feel.

it started out with sam touching dean. slowly undressing him, kissing him, whispering praise and forgiveness for everything that dean ever said to him in his skin and soon dean was trembling underneath sam’s touch and it was everything that sam wanted.

he was fully content with riding dean, taking whatever he was willing to get but sam sunk his teeth into the flesh the spot where dean’s heart was, sucked a deep, purple spot there and it seemed to flip some kind of switch inside of dean.

dean flipped them and then it was sam’s turn to be worshipped with fingers and lips and the entire time dean couldn’t stop himself for apologizing, saying that he wanted sam, that he needed him, that he didn’t mean any of what he said when he was a demon. it was all a ploy to try to get sam to let him go and sam ran a hand through dean’s hair and told him that it’s okay. that he knows.

as much as dean hates to admit it and he probably won’t ever admit it, he buried his head in the crook of sam’s shoulder as he pushed inside of him and cried.

sam felt like crying too because it was all too much. the way that dean was treating him, like he was this fragile thing that dean didn’t even deserve touching, treating him with so much care, being so gentle that sam wasn’t sure that this was still his dean because dean hadn’t been this gentle with him since the first time they did this. or when dean sold his soul for him to bring him back from the dead.

so it’s kind of a give and take, ya know. dean nurses sam back to health. holds his hair back when sam throws back up his meal because he just can’t keep it down and sam shows dean that he is worthy of forgiveness.

The Tea is Decaf

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3.7k words
Dean/Cas, Sam/Eileen
Based on this text post

Castiel just barely slips out the door into the hallway and turns the knob as he closes it so the latch doesn’t make a sound. The light is always on in the hallway, and Dean always wakes up if too much of it pours into his room, so Castiel has mastered the art of slipping through the smallest space possible.

He breathes a sigh of relief once he’s in the hallway.

A small voice to his right lets out an amused laugh. He turns to see a particularly tiny woman wearing a very large plaid shirt and nothing else. Well, he supposes she could be wearing shorts under the shirt. It really is very big on her.

“You must be Castiel,” she says rather loudly, mispronouncing his name just slightly.

He walks over to her with a finger to his lips.

She puts her hand over her mouth in embarrassment before signing, I’m deaf.

Castiel mouths an “oh” before dropping his head and laughing. He then pops his head back up fast and mouths, “Are you Eileen?”

She nods eagerly and signs, You’ve heard about me?

Sam has mentioned you a few times, he signs back. He says you’re a very good hunter.

Her face lights up. You’re damn right I am. Still, that’s very sweet of him.

So, are you two…? Castiel looks back toward Sam’s room and then down at Eileen’s shirt.

Eileen’s eyes widen in embarrassment. He’s asleep. I was just going to the bathroom.

I was heading to the kitchen for a cup of tea. Would you like some?

Is there caffeine in it?

Not at 4 in the morning.

Eileen smiles and gives him a thumbs up before moving past him toward the bathroom. Castiel watches her go for a second before it hits him.

He looks down at his plain black t-shirt and too-small boxer briefs and wonders if Eileen could tell that these clothes aren’t his. And that he came out of Dean’s room instead of one of the countless other extra bedrooms in the bunker.

By the time Eileen pads into the kitchen, Castiel has two mugs ready with decaf teabags in them and he’s standing at the stove staring at the pot so he can pull it off the burner before it whistles.

It’s only a minute longer before Cas pours the water into the mugs and takes a seat across from Eileen at the kitchen table.

You’re an angel, aren’t you? Eileen asks as her tea steeps.

Castiel nods as he takes a drink.

Does that mean you don’t sleep?

Sometimes I do. I didn’t feel like it tonight.

Is Dean good in bed?

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In the Corner

Summary: based off this imagine given to me by @n-octicolor

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 3k (whoooooop go me!!!!)

Warnings: cheesy fluff, dry humping (hUMP THAT LEG LADIES), Cas comes without u even TOUCHIN HIM (bc thats hot), language, slight dirty talk

A/N: I didnt proofread this. I’ll go back and fix any stupid errors tomorrow. :-) enjoy!

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“You got 20 minutes, princess!”

“Shit,” you muttered, getting out of your chair and practically running down the hall to your bedroom.

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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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I’d Live Them All The Same

Hello mates! You know I love angst, and, well, it just happened to be Angst Appreciation Day today, so yeah ;)

Characters: Older sister Winchester!reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester [mentioned], other members of the Winchester/Campbell family. 

Words: 2400+

Warnings: Broken reader, implied depression, just overall bad mental health. If you think about what Sam and Dean’s been through, it’s not far of a stretch from the show, but just know that it’s angsty (not the most angsty thing I’ve written though, sorry.)

A/N: I feel like I got a positive response to some of my older sister stuff I did a while back, and I also just got some older sister angst feels, so yeah, here you go. Also, there’s a couple of paragraphs (and title) taken from this song: Circles (MNG Remix) - Eden Project. If you want, listen to it while reading this, it builds up the angst ;)

Originally posted by kendaspntwd

If I told you how this story end,

Would you change a step you take?

And if I could relive all of my days,

I’d live them all the same.

‘cause I’m scared, of all that I don’t know,

'cause I want it all but all of it ain’t gold.

And I’m scared, but I know it’s not for long

'cause I’m learning what I should’ve long before.


You sat on the carpet clad floor of the dark motel room, right by the door. It was the middle of the night, but it wasn’t not quiet — your brothers’ steady breaths filled the room, filled you up with calmness. You clutched the shotgun tighter, and the cold metal of the barrel your hands were wrapped around was slowly getting warmer by the heat you were exuding. You’re 24 years old and you’re the protector of this family. Always had been, and always will be.

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Beautiful

Summary: Sam shows Dean how beautiful he is.

Warning: This one got away from me. Smut, dirty talk, use of the Samulet as a cock ring, a little bit of come play (I guess)?

Word Count: 2700

A/N: Um. I got kinky. I’m not sorry. XOXO


Dean’s wearing only a towel around his waist when he gets out of the bathroom.

Sam watches the steam billow out from behind him when he opens the door, water droplets trickling down his arms and chest, making him look like some wondrous, mythical sex god.

Of course, Sam’s always thought that about Dean.

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Hey Buddy

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Request: Hey! Congrats on your writing anniversary! I was wondering if you could write a Dean x reader, where reader ran off not knowing she was pregnant, and Sam brings her back with their 2 year old. Dean should be mad, but really he’s just glad she’s back. Smut please? 

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: minor language, smut


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Like A Fun Idea

Originally posted by multifandomfantasychild

Title: Like A Fun Idea

Summary: The reader catches of the eye of Dean Winchester and tries to win her over.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Words: 1105

Warning: I can’t think of anything, but I always like to be cautious. So warning in general. 

Credit to Gif maker - who is not me. 

  Dean looked across the bar to this bombshell wearing a fitted long sleeve shirt, which raised high enough to see your belly button and toned formed and the type of ripped jeans that you knew all the holes and tears were made from experience. He thought you were stunning, but that wasn’t what drew him in. You were hustling these guys from the bar in pool and they didn’t care because of your smile and laughter. Looking at you, he could tell you had a lot of experience with hustling vulnerable guys at a bar.

               “Check this out,” Dean tapped his brother. Sam swerved his body, looking in the direction Dean was gesturing, “This girl is hanging these guys out to dry.”

               “Oh, I know that face,” he smirked at his brother, “She would eat you alive.”

               Dean shrugged, still staring at you, “I don’t know, I’d just might like that.”

               Sam pushed his arm, “Dude.” The game was over and you were racking up the balls. Dean stood up, finishing the rest of his beer, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Sam yelled after him.

               “Hi,” Dean leaned against the pool table, staring at you, “Can I buy you daiquiri or something?”

               You looked up at him with a straight face, shrugging your shoulders, “I don’t know,” you stand straight leaning on your stick, “Can I dump it over your head afterwards?”

               He raised his eyes at you, “Alright, how about we play a game? And if I win, you let me buy you a drink of your choice?”

               “And if I win?”

               He placed a wad of cash down on the table, “You can take my cash.”

               “Dude,” Sam groaned from the bar.

               “You know him,” you gestured towards his upset brother.

               Grabbing his stick, chalking up the tip, “Nope, now are you going to play or just brew in a corner some more?”                

               Your eyebrows shot up, a little taken back by his sudden confidence. He must have quite the experience with this kind of behavior, “I’ll let you go first, looks like you haven’t gotten a win in a while.” Dean cocked his head to the side, wondering what you meant. Sam picked up his drink and moved closer to watch the scene unfold, hoping his brother didn’t lose their money. Dean focused on the game, the intrigued feeling in his chest pumps adrenaline into his body, and he was excited.

               Walking up to Sam, you went to shake his hand, “I’m Y/N.”

               Sam gave you a smile, “Sam,” he looked at his brother, “Go easy on him, he’s not as douche-y as he seems.” Dean hit the rack, balls flinging in every direction, turning to you and grinning. He looked so proud of himself, “Alright, he can be.”

               You smile at him, turning back to Dean, who was doing quite impressively. Sam got up to go to the bar and Dean had about two balls left with the eight ball. It wasn’t your style to lose, so you had to use one of your tricks. You walked over to Dean’s beer. When you started to walk, you noticed it always catches his attention. It especially caught his attention when you lifted his beer to your lips, taking a gulp. After putting it down, you bit your lip, trying to look coy, “I’m so nervous, I just needed a little more libations to calm the nerves. You don’t mind Dean,” you paused, “It is Dean, correct,” you leaned on the table, letting him catch a glimpse of your cleavage.

               He just nodded his head, “Yeah, it’s Dean,” he struggled with the words. And right then, he lost his edge and missed his shot.

               Sam returned with two beers, passing one to you, “Why thank you Sam,” you smiled at him, cheers-ing in his direction.

               Instantly frustrated, he looked up at you, “You’ll accept a drink from him,” he asked.

               “One,” you said taking a gulp of beer, “He didn’t ask, he just got me one. And two,” you pointed to Sam, “He got me a beer, not some girlie fruity drink. He knew what I wanted,” you wink at Sam. He just shakes his head, taking a seat again, “Mine turn,” you ask.

               Dean nodded, taking his drink with him to sit next to his brother, “You are letting her play with you,” Sam said to his brother.

               Shrugging, Dean watched you bend over the pool table to take a shot, “She can play me anytime she wants,” he smirked, “Plus, I think she likes me.”

               Sam rolled his eyes at him, “Oh yeah, I’m sure she wants you bad.”

               It wasn’t soon before you were on just eh eight ball. You looked up at Dean, he drank his beer, and bit his lips trying to look sexy. He had several attempts before this moment, bending over to pick up his wallet, etc. It didn’t work, but you were entertained. And somehow this stranger, like fungus, grew on you, so right before you sunk the shot you sent him a wink.

               Sam clapped his hand and Dean rolled his eyes, “Take the money,” he groaned.

               You smiled at him before walking over to him, grabbing the cash, and pulling Dean into your lips for a passionate, spontaneous kiss. Right as you pulled away you said, “Nah, keep it. Who would I be if I hustled a fellow hunter,” grabbing your beer and finishing it.

               Dean was still taken by the kiss, but Sam stopped mid drink, “Hunter,” he questioned.

               “Your Sam and Dean Winchester,” you smiled at him, “Jody told me I could meet you here,” I sat next to Sam, meeting eyes with Dean, who was currently in shock, “I need help on a case.”

               “So you knew who we were,” Dean asked, “And this whole pool game?”

               Shrugging, “It seemed like a fun idea,” you smiled at him, “Plus, you were really cute playing that whole playboy douche-y type. It works for you Dean Winchester.”

               Both Sam and Dean’s eyebrows shot up in shock. Dean just looked at you, not knowing if he should be offended or grateful, “Since I gave you your money back, are you going to buy me that drink.”

               Cocking his head again, Dean nodded in agreement, “Fine, but I’m getting you a girlie fruity drink.”

               “Hey,” you yelled back after him.

               Sam pulled out a chair for you, “Don’t worry, he’d be too embarrassed to order a drink like that. You really know how to make a splash Y/N.”

               “Sam, I think this is a beginning to a beautiful friendship,” you smiled after Dean.              

12.20 coda

Max’s eyes get this predatory gleam in them when he looks down into the Impala. Big guns; they’ve always impressed people. It’s a look Dean recognizes in his own face, the same youth-bright passion for really cool shit. He can’t help smirking a bit as he watches Max lean over the trunk.

“So. Bartender’s number, huh?” Dean says.

Max smirks too, still drinking in the Impala’s arsenal in all her splendor. “Oh yeah. Got a date tonight, in fact. Wouldn’t mind showing him the backseat of this baby,” he purrs.

Dean blinks. “Him?”

Max straightens, frowns at him. “Uh, yeah,” he scoffs. “Problem?”

Dean shakes his head, so fast that the world tips on its side for a minute. “Just making conversation,” he coughs.

Max still looks kind of hesitant, though. He takes a step back from Dean and ducks his head to inspect the rims.

Dean watches the back of his head as he does. Young guy, sister that loves him and sticks with him, a mother he adores and doesn’t have to worry about so much. A hot dude bartender’s number.

Dean swallows past a sudden lump in his throat.

This is everything I could have had.

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Two Lies, One Truth (NSFW)

Summary: During a “two lies, one truth” with the Winchester, reader lets out an intimate confession.
Word counting: 1.1k words
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Insecure reader. Smut. Fluff. Gif isn’t mine,
A/N: This here goes to all my lovely girls insecure with their breasts. You are all beautiful just the way you are.

“I’m colourblind. I’ve never had sex dressed. I’ve smoked weed during college.” Sam leant down.

You tilted your head, trying to figure out the truth by his face expression.

“Colourblind one is a lie.” Dean drank a sip from his beer.

You three were playing two lies one truth to pass time, and although the brothers weren’t counting wins, they had gotten far more rights than you.

“You’ve never tried weed.” You decided.

Sam was too perfect to do this kind of stuff.

“Wrong.” He laughed, slightly drunk.

“It can’t be!” You looked at him. “Sam!”

Dean laughed out loud and the two looked at you, waiting.

“So…” You tried to think and was far too drunk to remember you should keep some secrets to yourself. “I look terrible naked, I’ve had sex with a girl, I’ve had a threesome.”

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based on this text post!

(it is filed under my “fav theories for the beginning of s10”)

The Arrangement (Part 6)

Summary: Jess informs you about Dean’s past, and Sam teases Dean. After dinner, Dean brings you home to find someone unexpected waiting for you, and helps you deal with it.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,800

Warnings: language, sexual tension/references, a mild panic attack, mentions of breakups

A/N: Part 6 because I have homework I don’t want to do. Hope you guys like it!

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Underestimated

Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean underestimates your fighting skills.

Warnings: Brief cursing and sparring.

A/N: Hope you all enjoy this cute little idea I had :)

Originally posted by thoughtsduringsupernatural


“But Sam…” Dean groans, sticking out his bottom lip.

Sam rolls his eyes. “No buts. Our hand to hand combat is rusty and we need to practice.”

“Can I watch?” Your soft, timid voice appears from the doorway. You’re a hunter, but you prefer to stick your head in countless books than get your hands dirty.

“Sure. You can watch me kick Sammy’s ass”, Dean boasts, flexing his arm muscles. You giggle as Sam’s expression turns into annoyance.

The two brothers square off, hands raised in position. You know Sam has an advantage- he’s taller, bigger, and more fit. But, Dean is clever and fast. It’s a pretty even match.

Dean, being as cocky as he is, charges first, trying to knock his younger brother on his back. Sam seems to predict this, and moves out of the way, causing Dean to stumble. After what seems like hours, Dean has Sam pinned underneath him.

Dean’s eyes proudly meet yours, giving you his signature wink.

Grumbling, Sam pushes his brother off of him. Dean hits the floor with an ‘oomf!’ and you can’t help but laugh. Dean stands up and brushes himself off before teasing Sam on his loss.

In the midst of taunting his brother, Dean almost doesn’t hear your soft voice.

“Can I try next?”

Both Sam and Dean look at you in disbelief. You’re over a foot shorter than either of the brothers and not muscularly built like them. Besides, you don’t ever take cases, and they take cases almost regularly.

Dean walks over to you, easily towering over you. “Alright, pipsqueak”, you narrow your eyes when he mentions the nickname, “who do you want to take on?”

“You.” Your answer seems to surprise him, after all, he did just beat Sam. 

“Well alright sweetheart.” Dean allows you to get in position, a cocky smile on his lips. This will be a piece of cake (or pie, in Dean’s terms).

Sam signals you two to begin. Of course, Dean tries to use his much larger body and weight against you, and immediately charges you. You quickly duck and move out of the way, chuckling as Dean almost runs into a wall. 

Anger fills Dean’s veins as he tries to land a punch on your jaw, but you simply dodge the hit. With Dean distracted, you land an uppercut on his lower jaw, crumpling him to the ground. You pin your weight against him, making sure to hold his arms and legs still. 

“Looks like you lost, Deano.” Teasingly, you place a soft kiss where a bruise was forming from your hit before standing up, ignoring Sam’s open mouth stare as you walk out. 

Sam looks over to Dean with wide eyes. He’s sitting up now, gently rubbing his swollen jaw with an awe stricken and admiring look in his eyes. 

“Damn”, is all he can whisper out, feeling the mark tingle (and he knows its not just from the punch).


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Pieces of Us - You Found Me

Word Count: 1481

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of torture, some angst 

A/N: Companion piece to Fragments but can probably be read as a standalone oneshot. 

Written for @iwantthedean ‘s  Two Prompt One Shot Challenge. My prompt was: "Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” and also written for @supernatural-jackles birthday challenge. My song was “You Found Me” by The Fray. 


The sound of your blood whooshing through your ears was all you could focus on, trapped in the tiny, damp, concrete room where you’d been held for days. The room was shrouded in darkness, no windows to speak of. You had no way of knowing if it was night or day. Your hands were chained above your head and had lost feeling in them long ago, the pain in your shoulders bordering on unbearable. Your toes were just barely touching the floor, the way you were strung up designed to make you suffer.

“Don’t you know that you are a shooting star…” You started to sing to yourself for comfort, your voice coming out broken and hoarse but you’d be damned if that would stop you. Your demon captors hated it when you sang so you did it often to piss them off. If you were going to die here, you’d go out your own way, not theirs. You knew your dad, Dean, and Sam were all out looking for you. You’d gone out for supplies and gotten captured. You’d never made it home. There was no way they weren’t looking. Whether they would find you in time was the question.

“What have I told you about that?” Alastair himself walked in this time in lieu of a minion, his voice just as cold and obnoxious as always. He approached slowly, the tapping of his shoes against the floor the only indication you had of where he was until his face was right next to yours, his foul breath fanning across your nostrils. “Singing only gets you punished.”

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