Imagine...Being The One To Comfort Your Roommates

Characters: Y/n, Cas, Dean

Pairing: No Pairing

Warnings: Not really anything…being fired, sad Dean, comforting reader, fluffiness and friendship basically…

Word count: 995

Summary: Having Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak as roommates means there’s always something going on in your life.

A/N: Ok, so…just some sorta angst and fluff in AU regular world with friendship…Hope u like it!!

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“And then the bitch has the audacity to say that I’m the one who messed it up. When she’s the one who was basically propositioning the happily married client!”

Cas chuckled, taking another drag from his blunt as you both stood on the balcony, staring out into the city.

“Did she get fired?”

You shook your head, taking the beer from his hand and sipping at it.

“She’s lucky the boss is desperate for her. I swear, that Lisa girl is useless. She stoops to the lowest of lows. I don’t know how that bitch hasn’t been thrown in prison. She’s fucking gross”.

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Make Amends

Part Fourteen - No

This series is a sequel to Breaking A Promise.

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam, Cas

Warnings: Language, ANGST, violence and gore, sad boys, one fucked up reader

Word Count: 2200~

A/N: This…for some reason hurt.

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Cuddle buddies

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Pair: Dean x Reader (kind of)
Warning: none
Summary: Dean and the reader have an established relationship… as cuddle buddies. 


A small whimper escaped your lips as you stretched your muscles out, waking up. The room was pitch black and cold; the only warmth you got was from the strong body next to you, holding you dangerously close. 

Not ready to wake up yet, you turned over in Deans arms and nuzzled closer to him, resting your face in the crook of his neck; smiling when his arms wound tighter around your body. 
“Y/N” Dean whispered, lazily dragging his fingers over your skin, causing it to erupt in goosebumps.
“Not ready yet” you croaked, your voice a little more hoarse than usual. 
“Okay” he whispered, back closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of your body pressed against his. 

You and Dean had been sleeping together for almost two months now. But that was it. You didn’t have sex or kiss or really do anything else, you just slept together. It all started one night, you two had fallen asleep together on the couch, watching some movie, and when you woke up you played it off as nothing until he told you it was the best sleep he had ever had in his life. 

“C’mon, Y/n” Dean begged, grabbing your hand and pulling you back to the couch. 
“Tell me that wasn’t the best sleep you’ve ever had” he pressed. 
“I’ve had… better” you mumbled, leaning back into the couch. 
“Y/nnnnnnnn” he taunted, knowing that you were lying through your teeth. 
“Fine! It was the best nap I have ever had, so what?!  It’s weird, Dean. We aren’t sleeping together anymore.”
But Dean being Dean means he usually gets what he wants, and that started your addiction for sleeping together. 


“I can’t go on this hunt!” you sighed, plopping down in one of the chairs in front of Sam and Dean. 
“Why?!” Dean asked, looking baffled. 
“I think I have a-” you sneezed into the tissue in your hand. 
“a cold” you finished, sighing. You had a small fever and had been sneezing since you woke up. 
“Shit” Dean sighed, “alright, well, we’ll keep you updated. We should be home in a few days, it looks like a simple vamp nest.” 
Grabbing his bag, Dean pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
“Bye kid” Sam smiled, giving you a pat on the back as they walked out the door. 

The first night was the worst night. You had grown so used to Dean’s warmth, no matter how many blankets you had nothing was ever enough. It had taken a strong dose of NyQuil and some Tylenol PM to put you to sleep; even then, it was a pretty rough sleep. 
You woke up early, before the sun had even come up and texted Dean 
I didn’t sleep for shit last night, come home. 
To which he responded:
Me either. We’re working on it, sweetheart. Should be home in the next few days. Just hold out for me. 

You had spent the most of that day soaking in a bath and eating tomato soup. You made sure that you staying in your actual room, not wanting to take the risk and exposing Dean’s room with your germs. 

The next day, you were really spent. You had no energy to do anything, so you just took your medicine and watched movies in and out of consciousness. Sam and Dean had both left you a few voicemails, telling you how the case was going and just keeping you updated which you greatly appreciated. 

By the fifth day, you felt better, having read that if you cut up white onions and place it around the home, especially in the room of the sick person they somehow absorb the bacteria and viruses and rid you of your cold. 

Even though you had been feeling better, you still were exhausted. You had no idea how awful sleeping was without Dean there to keep you warm and safe. 
Sitting in the library, you were reading a few lore books you had found in the basement of the bunker when they brothers walked in.
“Y/N” Deans voice called out for you as he dropped his duffel bag on the floor. 
“Yeah?” you asked, stepping out of the library and looking at him. 
“My room. Now, we’re taking a nap” his tone was so assertive and demanding, it turned you on a little bit.
“What was that about?” you asked Sam as Dean had disappeared down the hallway. 
“He hasn’t slept since we left,” Sam chuckled, winking at you. Rolling your eyes, you followed Dean down the hall and into his room. 

It was dark, just how the both of you needed it to be. Slipping your jeans and bra off, you climbed into bed with dean and softly moaned at the feeling of his arms around your waist. 
“Fuck, I missed you” you whispered, cuddling your head into his chest. 
“I missed you too, sweetheart” Dean sighed, running his fingers through your hair, basking in the feeling of you back in his arms. 

Promise Me One Thing

Requested by anon: #7 Angst and #9 smut w/ Dean Winchester, please. -Anon♒️

7- “What you did was stupid and dangerous and scared the hell out of me.”

9- “Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

Genre: Angst and Smut

Word Count: 1068

Warnings: Profanity and sex

Written by Admin Tao

Originally posted by cassstopgivingmeincorrectquotes

The house shook as Dean slammed the door shut behind him. Saying he was mad would be a huge understatement, he was beyond pissed. How could he not be you had straight up disobeyed his command to stay away from Lucifer. Instead of staying at the house out of harms way, you decided to go and try to talk to Lucifer even if it was against Dean’s wishes.

“Dean, please talk to me.” You lightly grabbed his wrist before he had the opportunity to walk away. He stopped immediately in his tracks at the feeling of your hand around his wrist. He slowly turned around, looking at you with his glossy brown eyes.

“What the hell do you want me to say?” He yelled in a harsh tone. “What you did was stupid and dangerous and scared the hell out of me.” His voice sounded slightly strained and you could see that a few tears already made their way down his face. You stood in front of him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He looked at you with his glossy brown orbs before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to scare you or make you worry. I just thought that maybe, I could help you and Sam get Castiel back by talking to Lucifer.” You told him while trying your best to avoid eye contact with him.

“I know and I appreciate the effort but I wish you would have listen to me. The reason I didn’t want your help was because I knew the Lucifer would try to deceive you.” Dean hooked his finger under your chin and lifted your face up. “Promise me one thing, please never do anything like that again. If me and Sam didn’t show up who know what Lucifer would have done to you.” He gently ran the back of his hand over your cheek.

“I promise.” You softly whispered before placing a soft kiss to his lips. He moved his hand to your waist as he captured your lips into a feverish kiss. You lips molded together perfectly as you two stumped backwards, your back soon hitting the cold wall. Dean placed his hand to the side of your head and his other hand made its way to your waist. A quiet breathy moan left you lip as soon as his mouth found its way to your sweet spot. He bit and sucked at your neck decorating your exposed flesh in little purple marks.

“Come on, follow me.” He softly whispered in your ear. You laced you fingers with his and eagerly followed him to his room. He swung the door open, quickly pulling you inside and following closely behind you before slamming the door shut. You shot him a smirk as you made your way to the bed, seductively removing your clothing before crawling to the middle of the mattress. He licked his lips as he eyed your naked from sprawled out on the bed.

“Are you just going to stand there gawking or are you going to come over here and fuck me?” Without giving your words a second thought Dean made his way over to you, discarding the thin fabrics off of his body.

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.” He said as he crawled on top of your naked frame. Your face heated up at the sweet but dominant tone in his voice. He placed his warm lips against your neck, slowly making his way down to your breast. You laced your fingers in his dirty blonde hair, tugging at it slightly as he attached his mouth to your hardened bud. He placed his free hand on your other boob, kneading and squeezing your sensitive flesh. A string of soft moans fell from your mouth as he swirled his tongue around your nipple.

“Dean, I need you, like now.” He smirked and detached his mouth from your body.

“Aw~ is my babygirl needy?” You rapidly shook your head letting him know that you didn’t want to wait a second longer for him. A smirk quickly made its way to his face at your eagerness. He placed himself so that he was hovering over your body, placing his hands on either side of your head before positioning himself at your entrance.

“Are you ready?” He asked in a sweet tone letting his previous cocky demeanor vanish. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a loving kiss to his soft lips.

“Yes.” You murmured against his lips. You squeezed your eyes shut and sucked in a sharp breath as he slowly pushed his thick length into you. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as he waited, giving you a second to adjust before setting a slow pace. You soon felt your walls adjust to the stretch and the pain of it melt into pleasure as he continued slowly rocking his hips against yours.

“Ah god, Dean..” You clawed at his back, more breathless moans falling off your lips. You gasped and arched your back as Dean pounded into you, moving his hips up just enough to graze against your g-spot. He bit down on you shoulder and let out a muffled moan as you clenched tightly around him.

“Goddamnit if you keep doing that I probably won’t be able to hold out for much longer.” He mumbled against your skin. You let you head fall back against the plush pillow and arched your back, your hips meeting his as you felt the familiar knot forming in your stomach. With a few more sharp thrust of his hips, the knot that had been building up come undone. You yelled out, your vision going blurry and your head spinning as your orgasm took over your body. Your orgasm was enough to push Dean to his own. He slowed his pace, riding out his orgasm before pulling out and collapsed beside you.

“Do you want to go get cleaned up? I’m pretty sure that Sam and Bobby will be back soon.” You rolled to your side and snuggled into his chest. He smiled and kissed the top of your head before wrapping his arm around you.

“Not yet, I want to lay here a little while long and enjoy our time alone.” You looked up at him, giving him a sweet smile.

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What a brother moment. “Be proud of your hobbies.” Love the smirks and amusement from Sam. And Jodie’s face is the best.

S12 E06, “Celebrating the Life of Asa Fox”
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Imagine...Overhearing Dean

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Pairing: Dean x reader


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I Think I Wanna Marry You...

Pairing: Dean X Reader.

Warnings: none.

S/P/N- Sister’s Preferred Name.

Summary: The reader, distraught over not having a date to her sister’s wedding, considers asking one of the Winchesters to pretend to accompany her; will Dean manage to save the day and play pretend for two weeks, or will his feelings get the best of him?

A/N: I’m a sucker for these “fake relationship” stories ;))



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Y/N pulls the phone from her ear, her frustration drawn out in the creases in her brow.


“Well?” Dean asks, sat opposite her at the library table. Before him lies an open lore book, on a page about Nordic gods and how to kill them, and his cup of coffee sits dangerously close to the irreplaceable relic. With Sam out doing some shopping, it’s just the two of them at home, trying to dig up some info that might be useful for future use.


Pinching her brow, the young girl shakes her head, waving a dismissive hand.  “Nothing. It’s fine.”


“Ya’ sure?”


“Yes.” She says, trying to sound convincing, but its of no use, because the elder Winchester has known her long enough to see past her facades.


Living together for nearly five years now, calling her his best-friend even feels like an understatement. They got to know each other a while back through a hunt involving a Tulpa in California; Y/N’s kill, but the boy’s happened to jump in on it and help out. Surprise surprise: a friendship sparked,  and ever since then, the relationship has flourished greatly.


To Dean, Y/N is family, just like Cas or Charlie or any of the other members of their little rehabilitation program they’ve picked up over the years. And with that, he knows—well enough—that despite her efforts to dismiss it, something is nudging at her mind.


“Obviously not. You seem like you’re about to explode. What is it?” He shuts the book and leans forward. Y/N still looks exasperated; still tries to act like she isn’t, and fails terribly. When she finally lifts her gaze, her expression is that of defeat.


“It’s my sister.” She says mournfully. “She’s calling me about her wedding coming up this month, and wants to know if I’ve been signed up to the family news letter that allows me to see all the updates on things like which floral arrangement we’re going to have. Surprise surprise—I’m not.”


“Damn.” Dean says plainly, still not seeing the reason behind her chagrin. Y/N rolls her eyes at him, trying to look annoyed, but the smile that she suppresses says otherwise.


A sardonic laugh escapes her. “Yeah, damn indeed.”  She rises from her seat, downing her coffee. Dean glances at his, then stretches it across to her. She finishes it in a single glug.


“So….what now?” He leans back in the chair. “You don’t know the floral arrangements? Doesn’t sound so bad.”


“I don’t know anything about this wedding, Dean. I don’t know where it’s gonna be, I don’t know who’s gonna be there, and—until I few seconds ago—I didn’t know I’m going to have to be in Boston next week. S/P/N mentioned it in the newsletter but….” Her voice drifts off and she folds her lips into a straight-line, shrugging.


“What’s in Boston?”


“The wedding, apparently. Who even gets married in Boston? Yuck.” Y/N scowls.


“Your sister, apparently.” He almost rolls his eyes. “Right, so…go to Boston. Show up for the rehearsal, see your family, have fun, and then get back here once everything’s done.”


Dean explains it like it’s so easy.  To him, it is.  Wedding prepping can’t take more than three weeks, can it….? He wouldn’t know. He’s never had the chance to even be part of a wedding, but he assumes that that’s an appropriate estimate.


But, from the way Y/N bites her lip and averts her gaze to the floor, a look teetering between guilt and embarrassment on her face, maybe he’s wrong.


“Yeaahhh….” She draws out, skeptically. “Uhm…about that. It’s not as easy as it sounds…”


“Uhm…?” He quirks an inquisitive brow.


“I…sorta…told them that I have a date to the wedding and,…” Y/N gestures in the air, but doesn’t finish her sentence.


Dean watches her with a knitted brow, waiting for an explanation that doesn’t come, until realizations strikes. His eyes widen and his mouth forms a little “o”.


“Ohhh.”


“Yeah…” Her cheeks are dusted with a feint blush and she looks away.


Dean doesn’t want to say it, but he can’t help but think how cute it is—really cute. The only thing that can compete, he thinks, is the way her eyes disappear into her cheeks when she smiles.


As embarrassing as it is, he has almost an entire list like that about Y/N; things he thinks are adorable about her, things like her laugh, to  he way she’s so awkward around big crowds,  or how she has an undeniable obsession with space. Little things. Cute things. It goes on and on, infinite and growing each day, the more and more he gets to know her…but he’ll never admit that.


Because he can’t.


Because Y/N is family, and she’s just a friend.


“Well…is it like a must to bring one along? You could always just tell your family that you guys…broke up? Maybe he cheated. Maybe the love fizzled out.” Dean offers, shrugging.


Y/N looks at him with an un-amused expression. “Great thing to mention right before a wedding.”


“God, I don’t know.” Getting up from his seat, he rolls his eyes. He shuts the book and a gust if dust billows from it, then fixes it under his arm.“You’ll figure it out. It’s you.”


“Dean…”


“Yeah?”


Y/N doesn’t meet his gaze. Instead, she looks to the floor, arms crossed over her chest.“Well,…there is something I thought about doing, but—God, I don’t know. What if, like—” She finally looks up.


Dean waits for the bombshell he knows she’s about to drop with a cautious, furrowed brow,


“—I asked Sam?”  She finishes, her expression hopeful; her eyebrows are pulled together and she’s squinting slightly. The elder Winchester feels the wind get knocked out of him at hearing this.


His eyes widen. “Sam?”


“Not to actually be my date!—just to fool my family for the two weeks. Do you think he’ll go along with it?”


“I don’t get it—why don’t you just—“


“I can’t tell them I don’t have a date, because I already told them that I do. Going back on my word now will just make me look ridiculous, Dean. Just…”Y/N sighs and shuts her eyes. Dean can read the desperation in her features. He bites his lip, contemplating Y/N’s offer.


Sam, going on a date with Y/N. The idea is so ludicrous, so unbelievable that it sounds completely silly, like imagining pigs fly or anything of the nature. He can’t bring himself to even picture the two of them together, but…


Still.


He then feels something stir in his gut at the thought, a warmth, a….jealousy? No. Hopefully not. It’s been ages since these feelings have managed to surface. Now is not the time for a return. The elder Winchester quickly suffocates the feeling and averts his attention back onto his friend.


 Before him she stands, imploring y/e/c eyes, a sweet smile stretched across her face and hands clasped together. She looks like a little girl, so young, so desperate. The elder Winchester doesn’t want to say no. Even if he did—with puppy eyes like those—how can you?


“So you have to have a date to this wedding?”


“I do.”


Dean thinks for a moment, raking his eyes over Y/N’s face that speaks mountains of uncertainty.


“You think he’ll say no, huh?”


“I’ll do it.”


“What?” Confusion floods the young girls face as she unclasps her hands. They fall to her side. Dean gulps trying to level his voice to a more confident tone.


“I’ll be your date to your sister’s wedding.” He repeats, hoping he sounds more sure than he feels. His hands go cold, throat tightening.


Y/N’s face speaks volumes of surprise. “You’d…do that?”


Another nod.


“You’ll really do this?” She asks eyes wide. “A whole two weeks in Boston? With my family?”


Dean shrugs. For some wild reason, his heart is pounding in his chest and his palms are sweating, and he tries to stave off all the anxiety that begins to bubble within his gut. “Yeah. Why not?”


“Dean,” Y/N’s voice is stern all of a sudden. You can tell that she’s just as taken aback by the proposal as he is, but is trying not to show it. “If you say yes to this, I don’t want you to half-ass it? This is a real big deal for me, you know?”


“Look, do you want a date to this wedding or not?”


Y/N  then bites her lip, contemplating. The elder Winchester’s eyes never leave her as he watches, waiting for response, until she finally agrees.


“Okay.” She says. A small smile then twitches on her lips, and Dean can see she’s trying to suppress.


“ Okay. Awesome. I’m gonna call S/P/N and see if there’s anything more I need to know yeah?” She asks. He nods.


“Sure.” Dean says. “It’s fine with me.”


“Sure?”


“Mhm.” He knows he is, because the smile that breaks through Y/N’s authoritative face then is something definitely worth the decision. Her cheeks indented with dimples, she smiles, shaking her head, and then walks out to make the call. On the way out, she makes sure she butts her shoulder into his, just for fun. Dean lets out a nervous chuckle.


She’s gone. The empty library is silent, and that’s when his heart starts to thud.


Over and over, like a vicious doldrums. The silence only accentuates the sound of his rapid heartbeat, as the elder Winchester allows in a deep breath. His eyes flutter shut, and the anxiety begins to melt away gradually.


This is gonna be a hell of a wedding.


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Part 2

I’ve been in my feelings for Dean for the past few weeks so bear with me pls. Also, I’m very excited for this story; more chapters to come, hopefully soon.

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The One With The Picture

Title: The One With A Picture

Summary: The reader stumbles upon Dean’s biggest secret. Dean’s not happy about it. He thinks…

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester

Word count: 500 (look at me, I can drabble!)

Warnings: Uh, language, I guess. And so much fluff, guys. So much fluff.

Author’s Notes: This is my sumbission for @trexrambling Daring Drabbles. My dear Jess, congratulations on your milestone and thank you so much for letting me participate (see how I was on schedule this time, even I can’t believe it lol.)

Special thank you to my wonderful twin @ravengirl94 for helping me figure out what I wanted to do with this. I wouldn’t have come up with this story if it weren’t for her (shocking, I know).

My prompt for this was the world “befuddled” and has been inserted into the fic.

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Originally posted by hallowedbecastiel


Dean keeps a picture of you in his wallet.

It’s an old photograph, a fading reminder of all those mornings you’d spend at Bobby’s back yard, back when the world wasn’t such a complicated place.

Sunshine sweeps over your face while you’re sitting on the hood of the Impala, mug of coffee in hand, laughing at something Dean’s said. It’s loud and warm, a real laugh that makes your eyes crinkle and shine, and you wonder if you can still laugh like that after everything you’ve been through.

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Can’t Get You Off My Mind

Summary: The reader wakes up during a hunt one morning with a strange new ability. She can read Dean’s mind. As she discovers some secrets about him, she tries to get herself back to normal without him realizing what’s happening…

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Square: Mind Reading

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,300ish

Warnings: language, implied smutty

A/N: Written/Created for @spnfluffbingo

A/N #2: Bolded & Italicized are Dean’s thoughts…


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Unattached Drifter Christmas

“Hey, Dean. Have you seen,” Sam started, but promptly started choking as Dean walked by him.

“Dude. You smell like sex. You didn’t bring a random girl back to the bunker, did you?” Sam pleaded, trying desperately not to cover his nose.

“Not random. Nope,” Dean responded as he crossed the kitchen.

“Speaking of girls, you seen Y/N? She didn’t sleep in her room last night. She must’ve been enjoying her unattached drifter Christmas too,” Sam chuckled.

Dean narrowed his eyes at Sam before answering. “Yeah, I’ve seen her. And she most certainly was,” Dean smirked to himself, heading for the coffee.

“Man. You didn’t?” Sam asked.

“Oh I did. Have you seen that girl? I’m pretty sure I love her,” Dean confessed.

“Love?” Sam scoffed.

“What?” Dean shrugged, reaching for the coffee pot.

Just then you stepped into the doorway in nothing but one of Dean’s button ups.

“Mornin’,” you yawned, stretching your hands above your head.

Dean turned to look at you at the same time Sam lifted is head.

“Damn,” they both muttered.

Dean glared at Sam again before setting down his coffee and closing the gap between you.

“You look beautiful in that,” Dean said, grabbing his shirt and yanking you against him roughly. His lips met yours in a passionate kiss, leaving you breathless.

“I’m out of here,” Sam mumbled, slipping out the door.

You laughed and looked at Dean. “You’re all about those chick flick moments aren’t you Dean?” you teased as you held him close to you.

“Only when it comes to you, princess,” he confessed, looking into your eyes.

You held his gaze for a moment before he spoke again.

“Only me huh?” you retorted.

“I can’t help it if I’m a hopeless romantic,” Dean shrugged.

“Prove it,” you challenged.

Dean practically growled as he hoisted you up, causing you to squeal and wrap your legs around his waist.

“Thought I did a pretty good job proving it last night, Y/N,” he rumbled, nipping at your neck as he pushed you against the wall. “But I’ve got no problem proving I love you again,” he whispered, his lips finding yours again.

You gasped at his words, but his lips swallowed yours before you could respond.

“No more unattached drifter Christmas?” you mocked as Dean carried you down the hall.

Dean chuckled, low in his throat.

“Only if it’s with you,” he growled, kicking his bedroom door shut and tossing you on the bed.

“Deal,” you agreed as he crawled over you once more, a look of love and devotion crossing his face that you had missed last night.

As Dean’s lips met yours tenderly, you couldn’t help but think maybe he really did love you.

And you couldn’t wait for him to prove it.

Imagine coming out as bisexual to the boys and Cas getting confused.

Chill, Y/n, chill, damnit! Racing thoughts. Pounding heart. Sweaty hands. Why was saying three little words so hard? This was surely enough to send you to an early grave.

No doubt about it, Sam and Dean loved you, but worry struck when the realization of who you were could change that. Honestly, though, it was (and still is) the 21st century. People are changing the norms of society. Get over it…but Sam and Dean were old school. They weren’t up to date with today’s culture.

“Hey, Y/n, snap out of it,” Dean laughed. “Lost you there for a minute. You okay?”

You managed a nod. A streak of courage ran through you less than a second ago, forcing you into the kitchen where the brothers sat saying, “We need to talk.” Now, those golden balls were shriveled up.

“Jesus, you’re pale as a ghost!” Sam exclaimed before shoving you into a seat. “Kiddo, what did you want to talk about?”

Well, screw it. This was your shot. As the Roman poet, Horace, said, “Carpe diem.” As your chest rose with a shaky breath, you closed your eyes. “I-I’m bisexual..” Expecting a horrible response, your eyebrows squinted down to your eyelids, but nothing happened.

“Really?” Dean laughed. “That’s what this is about?”

You nodded. “Why aren’t you guys freaking out? I thought-”

“Bisexual?” Castiel interrupted. “Bi means two. Sexual meaning intimacy. So…two partners at once?”

A loud smack sounded off the walls as Dean face palmed. “It means a person will date a female or male, Cas.”

The poor angel only cocked his head to the side. “And this is a big deal?”

“No,” Sam shook his head, “not to us.”

“Y/n,” Dean started, “look, this isn’t going to change how we see you. It’s just going to change the fact that now I’ll be seeing girlfriends and boyfriends.”

After a bit of silence from Castiel, he began to nod to himself. “Humans need to be loved…so I will find you a lover.”

“What? No, Cas, I’m-”

“What about the redhead, Charlie?”

The mention of her name sent your cheeks up into flames. “No!”

“The boy that delivered the pizza?”

“Oh dear god, no!”

“I am Castiel…You have me mistaken for my father.”

Soft, pleading eyes fluttered to the Winchesters for help but two bright smiles met them. “We’re proud of you, kiddo,” Sam smiled.

“And maybe we will call Charlie.” Dean smirked.

“What! Why!”

“Because she was the one who called it first!”



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Once Upon A Flannel

Title: Once Upon A Flannel

Summary: Dean doesn’t know how or why he fell in love with her. But he does know one thing. It all started with a flannel

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned)

Word count: 3977 (totally worth it, I promise)

Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Some language. Implied smut. Death of a loved one, mentions of blood and references to grief. 

Author’s Notes: This is my very late submission for @luci-in-trenchcoats‘ AU & Things Challenge. Michelle, I can’t even thank you enough for being so patient with me about this. I fell so in love with the story and wanted to do it justice. 

Special thank you to twin @ravengirl94 for reading parts of it over for me and listening to me whine, I don’t know what I’d do without her.

My prompt for this was flannel (obviously, lol) and you’ll see what I did with it in the text *winks* Also, this fic was loosely inspired by Ed Sheeran’s How Would You Feel (You need to listen to that, btw, his new album is amazeballs)

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The first time Dean sees her in one of his flannels, it’s after a wendigo hunt.

Autumn’s slowly creeping its way into his life again, its tawny leaves and withered hedges painting the scene in golden colors and, even though he rarely takes the time to appreciate things like these anymore, he stops for a second and breathes it all in, the crispiness and the rustles and the shadows of change.

And then, she swims into view.

She’s sitting on the hood of a Bronco in Bobby’s scrap yard, fallen leaves dancing at her feet, as she stares straight ahead, at the sky that’s turning to orange, and smiles.

And he doesn’t notice at first, but there’s something familiar there, in the red and white fabric that wraps around her, in the way the garment dwarfs her, in the rolled-up sleeves and the hem that reaches her mid-thigh and he realizes that it’s his clothes she’s wearing.

She looks beautiful.

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Dean Winchester Masterlist

Gif credits to Supernatural Daily

My full masterlist: My Babies

Smut:

One Night Stand – Dean figures out a way for that one night stand

Intoxicated – (Alpha!Dean) Reader finds her true mate

3 AM – (AU!Dean) Where reader meets him in his bedroom at 3 AM

V-Day – in the spirit of ‘Unattached Drifter Christmas’

Baby and a Demon –  Demon!Dean’s feelings for you has not changed one bit.

I Know What You’re Thinking About –psychic reader helps the boys solve a hunt.

Shh!! –  Teen!Dean x Teen!Reader, you are Bobby’s daughter and your parents and his parents don’t know about your relationship.  

Mile High – Dean’s plane ride!

Couch Memories – When you and Dean has the whole place to yourselves.

You Can Do Better – (angsty) Fic based on Drake’s song Marvin’s Room

Saving the Ball – You’re a volleyball player and Dean gets turned on you wearing short spandex

New Meetings – You’re Claire’s friend and you meet the Winchesters

My Sweetheart – (fluffy) you’re pregnant with bad hormones and Dean helps you

The Only Omega – (fluffy) Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Loud Noises – (fluffy) You’re afraid of the thunder and Dean calms you down

Sleep Tight – (fluffy) You didn’t want to sleep with Dean because you were afraid that he’d find out you snore

Birthday Treat –Happy Birthday Dean!

Relax –  Dean fucks you everywhere in the house

I Got You –  phone sex with Dean then the real thing

The Lines – (fluffy) Dean see’s reader’s cutting and her scars

I’m Home, Sweetheart – (fluffy) Dean gets back from purgatory

Tenerife Sea – (fluffy) fic based on Ed Sheeran’s song

The Real Thing – you get pregnant but you and Dean are only FWB

Touch Me And My Dirty Mind – based on songs by 3OH!3

Roadhouse Lovers – reader and Dean are introduced by Jo

Coming Down – (angsty) song based on the song by Halsey

Holiday and Mistletoe – (fluffy) plus size!reader and Dean celebrating Christmas

Love the Way You Lie – (angsty) fic based on the song by Eminem

Belts and Ties – Dean using belts and ties on you

I’ve Had Enough – jealous Dean being dominant

Bookshelf – You’re a nerd and Dean loves that

The Demon In Me – You are a tag along hunter turned demon and you accompany demon Dean

Study Habits –teen!dean and you studying

Beg – Dean and you were doing a begging ‘game-ish’

Come On – Reader is studying too much according to Dean

Stay Here – sick Dean, what more?

Watch With Me – Au!Dean in college where you two watch TV in the dorm’s TV room together

Her Other Side  – Reader blushes all the time at the slightest things and Dean was proved she has another side, if you know what I mean

Oh, Really Now?  – possessive Dean but there’s kind of a plot twist

And You Knew  – Dean needs to be cured and the reader was the reason why

Wanna Christen the Bed? – title says it all

Sic'em Boy – reader being able to control hellhounds… and Dean

Getting Back – reader and Dean after a breakup

Fluff:

Belonging – crossover with TVD reader as Elena’s twin finding the Winchesters

Both Ways – reader coming out as Bisexual

Insecure – reader is insecure and self conscious 

Birthday Pie – Happy Birthday, Dean!

Took Too Long – Jealous Dean confessing.

Little Rascal – Daddy!Dean

Sirens – When Dean meets with his old mermaid friend

Come Back Home – (angsty) When you two realize home is with each other.

House Fights – (angsty) Couples always fight and but things can get better.

It’s Okay – A hunt made you emotionally drained and Dean cheered you up.

To The Batmobile – (implied smut) You’re a huge Batman fan and Dean surprises you on your birthday

Adore you – (implied smut) You were adopted by John but you grew feelings for Dean

Happy Valentine’s Day – (implied smut) Spending Valentine’s Day with Dean

Keep Me Warm – (fluff) Chubby Dean! :3

Kitten Turned Tiger – (fluff) Reader is emotionally stable.

Series: 

Personal Bodyguard (Part One) – after recent events your father gets you a personal body guard

Part Two – (fluff)

Part Three – (fluff, light smut)

Part Four – (fluff, smut, angst)

Part Five – (angst, fluff)

End – (fluff, smut)

Epilogue – (fluff)

I Miss the Misery – (smut, angst) fic based on the song by Halestorm

Highway To Hell – (smut, fluff) second installment, based on the song by ACDC

Do You Remember Me? – (fluff) this is also a Sebastian Stan fic (crossover)

Do You Remember Me? (Part Two) – (smut) second installment

New In Town – (series) AU!Dean where you are new in town and you meet Dean in one of your part time jobs.

Feeling At Home (Part 2) – (fluff) Second installment

That’s Why (Part 3) – (fluff and making out) Third Installment

Something To Celebrate (Part 4) – (fluff and smut) Fourth Installment

It’s Not Everyday  – (fluff) Reader is Bobby’s daughter who graduated college and wants to hunt with the brothers now

Starting Today  – (smut) Second Installment to It’s Not Everyday

The Demon Angel  – (fluff) This is the first installment. Idk I loved my idea go read it

His Demon Angel  – (smut) This is the second installment

Your Demon Angel – (smut) Third installment

My Demon Angel – (fluff) Fourth installment. This is also Lucifer!Cas x Reader

Imagines:

What A Sight Pt. 2

Rough Edges

Pinned

What A Sight

Breathe

Date

Start Of Something New

Teddy

Under the Blanket

With Palm Trees And Such

Sweet Spot 

Deepest Darkest Desire

Bundles of Joy

That’s My Girl

Howdy

Morning and Nights (Damon x Reader) and (Dean x Reader) not related at all.

Not Too Bad

Pain 

I Think I Wanna Marry You...(Part II)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: none; S/P/N- Sister’s Preferred Name.

Summary: The reader, distraught over not having a date to her sister’s wedding, considers asking one of the Winchesters to pretend to accompany her; will Dean manage to save the day and play pretend for two weeks, or will his feelings get the best of him?

Word count: almost 4k

A/N: yo this blew up way more than i ever thought it would thank you so much for the support <3

Dedicated to: @quixoticcat, @skymoonandstardust, @girliciousdreams, @captainbitchslap, @awkward–jay, @fandomlover03, and @daesunglg

PART 1

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Friday arrives much faster than anticipated. It’s a warm, brisk morning, the sunlight raining down and painting  Massachusetts with a summery essence. Fallen leaves litter the yards of suburban homes and a canopy of those that remain is spread across the road, only a few dots of light peering through.


“Textbook illustration of the apple-pie life.” Dean remarks as he steers the car down a long strip of tarmac. “God…it’s making me sick already.”


“Hold it down. You know I don’t want you throwing up on any of my family members.” Y/N admonishes, letting her gaze avert from watching the houses roll by and unto the elder Winchester; today, despite her attempts to persuade him,  he’s still settled on wearing his usual hunter get-up—jeans and a plaid (obviously)—and his chin is adorned with a feint patch of stubble. His eyes are set on the road, focused, but she don’t miss the way his mouth quirks up at the remark.


Sam laughs as his eyes follow the array of little homes. “Noted.” He says. “Anything else Dean needs to know should probably be voiced out right now. You don’t want him making a fool out of himself around your family either.”


“We talked about this already last night.” The elder Winchester groans.


“No cussing around my mom, no crude jokes, saying the grace is a must, and—“


“And be sure to talk politics with your dad. Yes, I got all of that the first hundred times you told me.” Dean, rolling his eyes, makes a turn for the left and Y/N heaves a sigh of relief. They pass a group fo teenagers walking to school (way too late).


“Okay.” Y/N sighs, then raises her finger for emphasis. “Oh—also, be sure to try and interact with all my brothers. They love that.”

“We’ve met your family before, Y/N.” Sam’s eyes never leave his screen as he twiddles away at his phone.


They had; at the birth of her hunting career with the boys, years back, Y/N had had to make trip down to Massachusetts to handle a siren case that the Winchester’s provided extra muscle for. Their time in town had been spent at her parents’ home.


“I know, but this is different.” She defends. “Dean is….” She pauses, eyes skittering over to the elder Winchester for not so much as a second before they return. “….my boyfriend. Or pretending to be my boyfriend. There’s going to be a lot of pressure.”


“Your folks don’t seem like the type.”


“I just want to rub it in their faces that I’m.”—she raises her hands in finger quotes—“not single anymore so that they’ll get off my case.”


The elder Winchester nods slowly, pulling a face. “Makes sense.”


“Not really.”


“Shut up, Sam.”


The younger Winchester finally lifts his head from his phone. His gaze bounces from Y/N to Dean. “What did Cas say, by the way?”


“About tagging along?” Dean casts a brief glance into the backseat. “Not much. He said that he doesn’t see why we need him there anyway. I told him Y/N’s sister was getting married and she gets to bring a couple of friends, and seeing as we’re the only ones she has…” He trails off. Y/N then smacks him on the shoulder, earning a satisfied smile. “I’m kidding. Kind of. I told him that we want him to come with.”


“And he said no?”


Dean shrugs and continues to drive. The conversation ends there for a moment, and once a silence spreads throughout the car, Dean tunes the radio on and Y/N turns her head to the window.


Trees and houses and roads oh so familiar from her childhood escapades through this tone roll by. Streets, cafes. Although vast and very busy, she knows this place like the back of her hand; the local pool where their family used to go on weekends, the private schools she bounced between. Just down the road, wedged in the valley nearby are the woods where she encountered her first monster at the tender age of sixteen.


So many memories. So much attachment. Y/N hates Massachusetts more than anything; because it reminds her of how idyllic her life was before she started hunting. It reminds her of people and of places and everything the rest of her peers experienced that she didn’t get to; hunting whisked her away from her life, stripped her of a regular teenage hood. But then again, she’s not complaining.


She chose this life. She chose Sam and Dean. She loves Sam and Dean. You can tell her that the sky is red and that pigs fly and she’ll still believe all that first before she believes that they boys are anything but her family.


Boston is a few kilometers off the highway, down a winding road lined by thick trees and shrubbery, and with a few residential buildings scattered around. Despite being a large neighborhood dotted with mansions and the like, it’s a lot quieter. The rumble of the Impala’s engine is evident as Dean, instructed by Y/N, steers his way through. The outline of the city is painted against the canvas of the bright blue sky as they approach. The traffic, taken the time of day, is minimal and so they manage to get to the hotel in time.


In the parking, Dean kills the engine immediately, and then, heaving a heavy sigh, turns to Y/N.


His face speaks no ounce of nervousness, which only makes the young girl’s stomach coil into a tighter knot. She wants him to be nervous. One of them has to, and Dean’s placidity leaves room for only her own anxiety. “So….?”


“So…” She replies, trying to ease away her own nerves. Her hands feel clammy and the back of her neck is hot.  “Just don’t be nervous, yeah? My parents are like predators—they can smell your anxiety a mile away.”


“Not helping.”


“Not supposed to.”


“I feel like I should be telling that you, Y/N.” Dean remarks. “You’re shaking like a leaf.”


“No, I’m not.” She is. It’s a terrible lie and very evidently so, but thankfully none of the boys say anything. Instead, however, Dean reaches out and envelopes her hand in his. Y/N then stills, and feels the color drain from her face.


The contact is warm, assuring. Her hands slides perfectly into his and their fingers intertwine, palms pressed flat.


“We’re gonna kick ass.” Dean says confidently. Y/N doesn’t hear him—she’s looking at him, staring him dead in the eye, but the words enter one ear and fly out the other because her hand is in his and it’s nice.


It’s nice.


They’ve never held hands before, not like this. Dean guiding her through a dark path on a hunt, Y/N pulling him with her as she runs from a vampire. Their hands have definitely touched before, and their skin has definitely grazed before, but this is so alien to Y/N, because it feels nice and like everything that it’s not supposed to.


Dean stares into the young girl’s gaze as he tugs on her hand, offering a brief smile. “Come on.” He goes to open the door. “We’re gonna be late.”


Once his hand leaves hers, it’s like her trance has been diminished, like spell once cast over her has been broken. She floats back to reality. Sam is hauling their bags out from the trunk, she realizes, and Dean is trying to fit as many weapons into his luggage (just in case) as he can. She quickly gets out. The hotel, adorned with a very tropical theme, is down a strip of cobbled path with a few plants at the sides. Y/N follows the Winchesters, trying to keep the pace, when she hears Dean call to her.


She turns. “Huh?”


“Give me your bag.” He says, his hand open as they walk. Y/N stares at him for a moment, eyes glazed over. She’s still a bit dazed. Looking at Dean now feels alien and almost unreal, like she’s looking in one of those funny funhouse mirrors. Maybe it’s just the stress of this wedding, or the heat, she thinks, trying to brush it off


“Oh, uhm.”


“I got it.”But before she can speak, Sam plucks the rucksack from her and hoists it up on his back. Dean scoffs.


“Wow, Sam.”He rolls his eyes as they approach the hotel. Towering above them, it’s a giant of a building, quaint balconies perched up on room, it’s years and history written out in the way vines climb in slender tendrils along the stone walls. Inside, the ceiling climbs so high one might think it reaches the heavens


“Maybe Y/N should have asked you to play her boyfriend instead.” Dean remarks as they stroll in. The place is packed; an eclectic cloud of people roams the room, all with their luggage in hand.


Sam smirks. “Maybe she should have.”


“The reception’s over there.”


Y/N points to the desk ahead. Shuffling through the crowd, the trio makes their way over to the counter, the receptionist smiling at them. She’s young, probably older than them, but still her skin is taut and plump and her brown eyes gleam as she speaks. She types something into the computer and in a moment heir rooms are assigned, all courtesy of her family. Sam has agreed to carry everything upstairs and meet them at the lounge, so Y/N and Dean decide the time alone can be used to go over their ground rules again.


They wander over to the bar, a noticeable distance between them. The room is ambient, lit up by little warm lights suspended from the high-set ceiling despite it being day. Slow jazz music floats through the crowded room. As soon as they settle down, swarming like locusts in a field, the waiters come over, all trying to fix a menu in their faces until Dean ushers them away and says that they’re not hungry. Y/N is a little bit disappointed—she hasn’t eaten all morning—but says nothing, instead focusing on the man before her.


“Can I cuss around your sister?” Dean asks as he leans back in his seat.


Y/N nods vigorously, her expression saying that the answer is quite obvious. “S/P/N’s got a mouth like a sailor. A little profanity won’t hurt. Not around my parents though.”


“Not around your mum…?”


“Not around either.” She says. “They hate it, think it makes you look delinquent.”


Dean nods thoughtfully, then goes on asking various questions. Time seems to drift by unnoticed, the conversation bouncing from one end to another like a ball in a tennis court.


“Can I drink?”


“Sure.”


“Smoke…?”


Y/N wrinkles her brow in uncertainty. “You don’t smoke.” She says; it’s a firm statement, a proclamation rather than a question


“But if I had to?“


“Fine.” The young girl lets out an exaggerated sigh.  Dean chuckles. The sound is precise and brief but still manages to bring a shy smile to her face.  Moments later, the table has quieted for some reason, so Y/N lifts her gaze to Dean, regarding him curiously. She knows that look—it’s hard not to when she’s seen it so many times, with Sam or Cas, or even first hand. Gaze set on the floor, his lip is tucked between his teeth and he runs his tongue over his lips, his contemplation evident until he finally looks up.


“So,” The elder finally allows their eyes to meet. “What about us? You know…our boundaries, instructions. Do’s and don’ts. What do we say if we get the stereotypical how did you meet quiz?”


“Doesn’t really matter.” She waves a dismissive hand and then leans back in her seat. The fiber of the backrest presses into her back, crackling quietly. “My parents already know we met through hunting, but we could always just use some other cover with my other relatives.”


“So we lie?”


She quirks a teasing brow and smiles. “You have no problem lying that you’re an FBI agent basically every day. Lying that you met me on vacation or something can’t really be that hard…?”


“Where was our vacation to?”


“So we’re settling on the vacation-thing?”


Dean shrugs. “Any other options? I’m sorta just following here. It’s your plan.”


“Don’t say it like that. We’re a team, Dean.”


“Right, almost forgot that.” The elder Winchester chuckles and shakes his head. “Okay. What if we met on unconventional grounds? Maybe I nearly ran your dog over and you got pissed, so you tried flagging down my car and threatened to press charges. You didn’t, of course. My good looks and wit managed to persuade you into changing your mind and just having dinner with me instead.”


Y/N rolls her eyes at the green-eyed hunter, her mouth quirked upwards. “Is that your definition of romance? It sounds like bad lifetime movie.”


“It’s realistic.”


“It’s dumb.”


Dean pouts, then folds his arms and leans back in the chair. “Whatever.” He grumbles. “You think something up then.”


“Vacation it is.”


“You’re insufferable.”


A wide grin stretches across Y/N’s face and she revels in the victory, when Sam walks up. He comes up from behind her, the only indication of his arrival being the way Dean’s eyes dart to the space past her seat.


“You guys aren’t eating?”  He asks, pulling out a seat from the table nearby. He sits and turns to Dean.


“Do you want to?” The elder Winchester looks to Y/N—he’s asking her.


Opening her mouth to speak, she’s about to decline (because they don’t have time to sit and eat anyway), but the grumbling in her stomach reminds her of her hunger. The sound is embarrassingly loud. Her mouth instantly shuts, and Dean’s eyes widen.


“Shut up.” Y/N chastises as her cheeks are swarmed with pink. The elder Winchester doesn’t listen. He begins to howl with laughter, clasping his stomach, and Sam snickers along with him.


“Whatever.” She turns her head, scowling, as his laughter begins to melt away. Leaning back in his seat, little bubbles of laughter escape him, and he lifts his hand.


“Waiter.”He calls. A few feet away, with long curly blond hair, one of the servers from earlier turns. Dean’s ruddy face smiles at him as he calls him over. He scuttles over, a polite smile on his face.


“Yes, sir?”


“What do you want, Y/N?” Dean’s voice is ribbing and smug.


“Shut up.” The young girl rolls her eyes and turns her attention to the waiter. He’s young and his face is dotted with little pink spots of acne. She orders a chicken salad, just like Sam, and Dean goes for stake. Moments later, the food arrives, hot and scented with herbs and spices.


They eat and then, stuffed and satisfied, head up to their rooms to get cleaned up. Y/N just got a call from her parents asking where they are, that they’ve been waiting on them for a while now and everyone is already arriving


when they finally get to their room, Sam waiting out in the hallway, she and the elder Winchester hurry to get ready. Y/N curls her hair and throws on some mascara while Dean runs a quick shower.


“Okay, this is it.” She says, standing by the bed; the light from outside floods the area, bringing out the very delicate and chic design: the walls, painted mocha brown, are adorned with little trinkets and the bedspread is a light toffee color. There’s a potted palm in one of the corners, candles practically everywhere, and the wooden floor is warm beneath her bare feet.


“Operation Wedding Crasher is in pursuit.” Y/N says to Dean


Standing in the bathroom, he’s just gotten out of the shower and is trying to fix his hair, running his fingers through it and muttering profanities beneath his breath. She’d insisted that he changed—taken how many outfits he’s recycled, she’s pretty sure he wore that very one years ago when he first met her parents


“Roger that.” He takes one last look in the mirror, checking his stubble and hair, then walks over to the bed where his shirt sits.


Y/N tries not to stare at his bare-chested form as he quickly slips on the shirt, the front undone and exposing his caramel-colored skin. Instead, she clears her throat and turns away. This is the only way; if she doesn’t, she’s going to end up drooling a puddle on the floor or letting her gaze linger for too long, and that’s the last thing she needs right now. As if things weren’t awkward enough back in the car.


She then looks down at her hand, once encased in Dean’s, the marks from her battles with monster’s still there. There’s a little crescent shaped scar sticking out in her palm that speaks of a hunt years ago, a hunt with a rugaroo that ended in tears and blood and Y/N clasping onto Dean’s shirt for dear life. It’s hard to forget. She can recall getting it, can remember the pain of having to kill that young girl because of the abomination she had come, can still taste the blood on her tongue and feel the pain in her hand.


This life has left her with various moments like that. It’s a packaged deal when you’re a hunter, a sort of terms-and-conditions scenario, to have at least one hunt that has managed to strip you of normality. Something that took you over the line that separates you from the regular world—that was it for Y/N. She was it. That girl couldn’t have been older than seventeen. Having her blood on her hands had definitely been the initiation into the hunter’s game for Y/N.


She has been through so much in her time as a hunter and it shows; on her face and on her body. On her hands. She runs a finger along the tissue, watching it intently. Dean is speaking in the background, saying something to her that she can’t decipher because she forgets to for a moment, until the memory nudges at her conscience once more. The rugaroo hunt. Her scar.


It had been Dean to help her that night. It had been him and his nobility to carry her out of that house before she could bleed out; it had been him and his care, his selflessness, that got her to the car parked miles away from the woods they were in; it had been Dean to stop the bleeding and the tears that seemed to rain from her eyes after she killed that young girl and it had been his hands to cloth the wound in her own.


It had been and it will always be Dean, because Dean is her family.


“Y/N?” He says, pulling her from her reverie.


The young girl immediately looks up and whips around, facing the elder Winchester who is already dressed and ready to go. Y/N’s eyes widen; she doesn’t say it, but the outfit change was definitely a good idea.


Because wow.


Her eyes rake up and down the green-eyed hunter’s structure, taking in the sight of his crisp burgundy button up and dress pants—he looks stunning. He always looks stunning. It’s not weird for Y/N to say because it’s Dean and everyone notices his attractiveness upon first encounter, but this is a whole different case. It’s still him, of course. His eyes are still vibrant green, breaching into a hazel-gold, and his hair is still chestnut brown and his smile and his heart and everything Dean Winchester is still evidently there, but it’s just…different, like looking at the same thing but from a different angle.


“Uhm…” He draws out after a while.


Y/N looks back up to his eyes; her face then flushes and she swallows. “Sorry, uh” She stumbles, clasping her hands together and trying to regain her composure”—you were saying?”


Dean is smirking. “I look that good, huh?”


“Oh, shut up.”


He chuckles. The first few buttons of his shirt are popped and you can see a patch of caramel-tinted skin peering out at you, a feint scar on his collarbone adding some extra touch. “I was saying that we should get going. Sam’s already waiting up for us.”


“Right. Uhm, so we’ve gone over everything, yeah? You get the plan?”


“Yes. Act like we’re dating.”


“Act like we’re in love.” Y/N corrects as she grabs her satchel from the bed and goes to Dean at the door. She stands, body facing him. “There’s a big difference. My parents are going to be all over my case for these two weeks if they see that you and I don’t have any chemistry.”


“We already do, though.” He defends.


“Whatever. Then let’s amp it up—mega chemistry.”


“Mega chemistry, huh?”


“Yeah.” She smiles; it’s goofy and a bit shy because, God, did she really just say that?


But Dean doesn’t seem to mind, because his lips turn up to and he shakes his head. “Dork.”


“Let’s go.”


Y/N goes to open the door, her hand hovering right above the knob when Dean cuts in.


“Can I hold your hand?” He asks.


The young girl then stills and her hand floats away from the door. She stares at him; his voice is calm and collected, like he’s asking her what’s the time or how she is.


“You…want to hold my hand?” Y/N’s uncertainty is evident.


Shrugging, he pulls a face, an expression that says no duh, why not.“Yeah.” He answers. “We are trying to portray that mega-chemistry, aren’t we?”


“We are.”


“Yeah…so.”


She feels him reach out, like it’s happening in slow motion, like she can’t do anything, and take her hand in his. Their skin grazes and fingers lace. His hand is far bigger than hers, rougher, too, but it’s a satisfying contrast as the butterflies in her chest are roused.


Dean’s smile is ribbing and smug and Y/N’s heart is in her as she feels her palms clam up. He opens the door and they step out into the hallway, the heat immediately smacking onto them. Sam is leaning against the wall, typing away at his phones, and he looks up when he notices their presence.


A smile twists at his lips. “There’s the happy couple.”


“Shut it.” Dean says, smirking as they begin to saunter down the strip of corridor.  Y/N is trying to mollify her feelings, rinsing them away, trying to rationalize why they’re even here in the first place. They shouldn’t be. She shouldn’t be getting so worked up over something like this, but it’s hard to. The past few days, with this wedding situation overhead, have been nerve-wracking—could that be it? she wonders. Could those anxieties be the cause of her frazzled emotions?


But she doesn’t have time to ruminate. The elevator takes them to the ground floor and they shuffle out once the doors open, Sam and Dean talking about how weirdly excited they are about meeting Y/N’s family as they walk through the ballroom and then out into the garden. . Picnic benches are set up across the expanse of greenery and evergreen trees sprout from the ground all around. There are cobbled paths through and fairy lights (currently off) strung up between branches willows. She remembers this place from when her dad would bring her along on workshops and send her out here to play.


Y/N notices her mother first.


Her hair is an ashy blond, curled into a bob, and she’s wearing a white caftan and jeans. She’s smiling, laughing at the table cluttered with familiar faces. Only about two or three people are strangers to her.


Then, as if instinctively, she clutches Dean’s hand tighter in hers. He then casts a brief glance at her, one of caution, worry, almost, and Y/N meets his gaze.


“I’m nervous.” She admits, visibly gulping.


His eyes regard her curiously. “Why?”


If only she knew. But she doesn’t, so Y/N only shrugs and looks back ahead. When they’re a few feet away from the table, that’s when S/P/N notices them because, gleaming like the sun in a salmon colored dress, she rises from her seat and welcomes them with a smile.

“Y/N!”

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Part 3

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Home

Title: Home

Summary: Dean Winchester didn’t know what having a home felt like. Not until he met her, anyway.

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (briefly)

Word count: 1418

Warnings: This is pure, unadulterated fluff (with tiny, light references to sex because Dean can’t help himself, okay?)

Author’s Note: This is my submission for @atari-writes‘ Birthday Challenge. Amber, thank you so, so much for letting me participate and granting me an extension for this. I’m glad I took my time with it because I kind of love how it turned out.

My prompt for this were “I hate to see you leave but love to watch you go. ‘Cause of your butt.” from The Office and “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”  from Parks And Recreation

Enjoy <3

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill


Dean isn’t sure he knows what having a home feels like.

He remembers he used to have one, of course, back when the monsters and the demons weren’t a part of his life, but that was ruined the moment they killed his mother and burned his childhood to the ground, and he’s certain that he wouldn’t want to go back, even if he could.

He never settled after that, never stayed in one place long enough to call it home, but that doesn’t matter anyway, because, to him, home isn’t really a place. He has heard the sayings, after all, knows that, for most people, home is where the heart is.

That’s the thing though; Dean is not most people and he doesn’t believe love’s something that can be measured. His heart, he knows, is not at one place; it’s strapped to his brother’s existence, but there are parts of it, bloody and weathered, that have stayed with his parents, and others that belong to the friends he’s come to consider family, both the ones he’s lost and the ones that are still around.

So, yeah, perhaps Dean has many homes but it never feels like it, never feels like he truly belongs somewhere other than the Impala. There, holding the steering wheel, with the scent of leather and whiskey and dry blood filling his senses and a classic rock song blasting through the speakers, he feels free.

And yet, there’s something missing.

He can feel it in moments like this, moments when he’s returning back to the bunker with his brother after a fun night out because everything around him is still and nobody needs saving, and he wants to feel happy, wants to feel content and at peace, but he can’t.

And then, he sees her.

She’s fallen asleep on the sofa, dressed in that ridiculous cable-knit cardigan of his that she seems to love, the book she’d been reading for the past few weeks still in her hand and she’s so beautiful and stunningly innocent in that moment, so vulnerable and strong all at once, that he can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips.

“You’re disgustingly in love with her.” Sam announces, barely able to contain his amusement when the tips of his brother’s ears flush pink. “You know that, right?”

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