Yes, the car where you carved your initials in when you were kids.
The car you rebuilt from basically the ground up after nearly dying.
The car you drive across the country in.
The car you call ‘baby’.
The car your brother spent months driving around after thinking you died. The car you grew up in.
So say it again… It’s just a car. But it’s so much more to you,
A/N: I’m currently stuck in a long as can be traffic jame with my sister, brother in law, & 2 nieces. My nieces inspired this with their adorableness. This is also my first time writing on my phone so my bad if the layout is whack.
Reader’s age-Younger than Sam
“Dad, how much longer until we stop, I’m sleepy.” You asked your dad while rubbing your eyes. You were sitting in the back of the impala next to Sam while Dean sat shotgun as your dad drove. You’d been stuck in the car all day driving from New York to Bobby’s place in South Dakota. Dad had promised to stop for a real bed tonight but since it was 1 AM you had a feeling you wouldn’t be stopping.
“Sorry kiddo but I wanna be able to get to Bobby’s by tomorrow night. That means we’ll be driving all night.” John responded.
You let out a sigh and lightly banged your head on the window, “But Dad,” you whined, “You said we’d stop at a hotel for a real bed tonight.”
“I know I did but we’re making good time.” Your father responded.
“Yeah but you promised!” You said right back to him.
“Y/N,” Dean said in an authoritative voice, “You heard dad, knock it off.”
“I’m not talking to you Dean.” You sassed back.
“Knock it off Y/N, just go to sleep.” Dad told you.
“But I can’t get comfortable!” You once more whined.
“Come here Y/N.” Sam softly said to you while lightly grabbing you. He pulled you down so you were laying your head on his lap and your feet were curled up on the backseat. Sam started to scratch your head which, along with the hum of the impala lolled you to sleep.
Fifteen minutes later and not a single peep had been made from the backseat; it peaked Dean’s interest. He turned around and the sight of you asleep on Sam, Sam’s arm protectively around you melted Dean’s heart. He grabbed his jacket and lightly draped it on top of you. You readjusted yourself and grabbed onto Dean’s jacket, inhaling the scent before falling back into a peaceful sleep.
I want an AU where Dean is a popular YouTuber who is married to Cas, but no one knows it. Cas is a high school teacher who is kind of awkward, but every once in a while he’ll mention a meme and all of his students are confused wonder how he knows that.
Then one day when he’s teaching he hears a group of girls giggling in the back of the class, so he walks back there and sees them watching one of Dean’s videos. It’s his “never have I ever” video, and right he’s talking about getting a speeding ticket. Right before the girls see Cas he hears one of them say “I wonder what kind of car he drives” so Cas responds, “Do not ever get Dean Winchester started on his car. He will never shut up.” as he takes the phone and walks away, leaving the girls dumbfounded.
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“You’re fucking kidding me!” Dean shouted, waking Sam from his bed in the small motel room with a start. Sleepily he rubbed at his eyes, slowly sitting up as Dean let the window curtain drop back into its place. “She took my fucking car!”
“Who did?” Sam asked, voice raspy from sleep as he rose to his feet.
“Y/N!” Dean was already reaching for his phone. Pulling up your cell number he dialed it and held the phone to his ear. “I’m going to kill her when she gets back.”
Pairing: Dean x Reader Words: 1023 Requested by Anonymous:
Can you write a one shot where the reader is
Bobbys daughter but she’s dating dean and Bobby of course doesn’t like that
until dean has to safe her on a hunt?
the roar of the Impala outside and immediately ran out to greet your boyfriend.
Dean Winchester’s car could be heard for miles, especially when you were
waiting to see him after about a week apart.
squealed, running to hug him as he got out of the car.
Sweetheart,” he grinned, lifting you up and swinging you around, “Miss me?” he
“You know I
did,” you said.
you down and kissed you, “I missed you too.”
leave that outside,” your dad called from the front door.
and looked up at Dean, “He loves me. He loves you …”
hates us together,” Dean nodded, “I know. One of these days he might be okay
Can I request a Littlest Winchester story where Dean tells his daughter about her mum? I’m really curious as to what happened to her
The little girl finds Dean in his bedroom with a box of small photographs in his lap. As he nostalgically sifts through the pictures, the four-year-old climbs onto the bed, and Dean sees this as an opportunity to show her something.
“Come here, baby girl.” He shifts to sit long ways on the bed and pulls his daughter up to sit between his legs.
She nestles comfortably against his hips and watches as her father selects a photo and shows it to her.