So, is this what ya’ll are talking about when you say s10 had an arc that went nowhere? This whole blue angelic grace eyes cancels out black demon eyes? This is such a powerful scene right here. Cas, even with his weakened grace, has the power to make the demon in Dean chill. Pretty big stuff. I never thought to think about how they never went anywhere with this…  {10.03}

Prank Wars - Dean x reader 

With an evil smile on your lips you looked at the table

…you prepared pie - spinach pie. Should you really do this?

How did you decide?

Christmas Eve in The Bunker

SPN FanFic

~Y/N and Dean enjoy a special Christmas Eve together~

Dean x Reader

1,019 Words (I tried to drabble, oh well)

Warnings: Exceptional amount of Fluff. Kinda like you got stuck in a snow globe filled with powdered sugar. Tiny bit of almost smut in the end. FWP.

A/N: Merry Christmas Muffins! This was inspired by Steph @torn-and-frayed being silly the other night. Hope you enjoy. Thanks to Cam @babypieandwhiskey for the read over and tongue pic ;)

Christmas Eve, Men of Letter’s Bunker, Den.

Zoom in on the tiny Christmas Tree, hastily put together with a few random ornaments purchased from the Gas n’ Sip, a single strand of multicolored lights, and a picture of Castiel adorning the top. Dean had put it up there to be funny, but Sam and Y/N had agreed that it fit, so there it stayed.

It was her first Christmas in the Bunker. Her first Christmas without her family, her first holiday season living with and loving Dean Winchester.

The boys weren’t that interested in the Holidays, but as Thanksgiving approached Dean noticed how excited Y/N got, and he loved the childlike smile that spread across her face when she described her holidays back home. Over the last year he had grown quite attached to Y/N, and wanted to see that smile as often as he could. So, that morning he had snuck out early and collected a few items from around town, setting up a little Christmas scene before Y/N had gotten up.

He fought with the lights, getting himself more tangled up than a cat with a ball of yarn. The ornaments were wrapped in shrink wrapped designed by the same guy who built Fort Knox, and the tinsel seemed to fuse with his fingers, refusing to stay where he put it. His hour of annoyance had been worth it, however, when he saw the amazement on Y/N’s face.

“Dean, it’s…”

“A mess, I know,” he confessed, frowning at his lopsided evergreen.

Y/N wrapped her arm around his neck, “I was going to say perfect.” She brought her other hand up and placed it on his cheek, pulling him down to lay a kiss on his lips. He smiled, proud that she liked his gift and gathered her up in his arms, deepening the kiss and dipping her back slightly.

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When Jack realize Dean being a dick to him just so he feel bad and bring back Cas ayyyy 😂😂😂

gif cc : i dont remember when i snatched this sorry

Regarding Dean

Perspective: Dean x reader
Genre: one shot | fluff
Word count: 1664
I paced back and forth in the Bunker’s library.
“What do you mean Dean doesn’t remember anything?” I asked, my phone pressed to my ear.
“I don’t know how it happened, but Dean was cursed and how he’s slowly forgetting everything.” The masculine voice said back to me.
“Sam, how could this happen? You were supposed to protect him.” Anger clearly coming out in my voice as I pull a chair out to sit in. “Wait, he’s forgetting everything? As in…”
“Yeah, everything, as in you too.” Sam’s voice had turned to sympathy.
“Alright. Where are you? I’m heading out.” You said, standing back up and making your way to the room that you shared with Dean.
“No, no, no. You’re not coming. I’ve got it covered. I’ll take care of it.” Sam pleaded with you.
“Sammy, the man I love is slowly losing his memory of everything, including me, and you really expect me to just sit at home?” I grabbed the duffle bag that I always had packed in case of an emergency.
“It’s ok. I’ve already called in reinforcements and they are on their way. Don’t stress yourself.”
“And who, may I ask, did you call?” you threw the bag on your bed.
“Um, Rowena.” He mumbled.
“Come again?” you shot your head up, hoping Sam didn’t really say the name that you thought he had.
“Rowena.” He stated louder, knowing all too well how mad that would make you.
“Alright, that’s it. I’m leaving now.” You spoke back, grabbing the last of the items you needed.
“Ok, well since there’s no way that I can get you to not come, please just be safe ok?” Sam turned to look at his brother who was sitting on the hotel bed, watching cartoons.
“I always am.” You stated before hanging up and heading to the bathroom one more time before you left. You looked at yourself in the mirror, knowing that if you thought about it too much that you would start crying. You then placed a hand on the small bump that was becoming more visible.
“Don’t worry. Daddy’s going to be just fine.”
You rolled up to the dingy hotel, the Impala sitting in front of the room the boys were most likely staying in. You parked and knocked on the door. Sam opened it and you could see that their other guest had already arrived as well.
“Oh good, looks like the witch is here.” You smiled sarcastically.
“Oh look, the pregnant one is here, too. You know, Sammy, you’re not being a very good uncle letting her be in harm’s way.” Rowena shot back. You two had never liked each other. I rolled my eyes and looked up to Sam.
“Where is he?” I asked.
“Bathroom.” He responded and you turned to the sink to grab a glass of water. You heard the bathroom door open and you took a deep breath.
“Hope I didn’t miss anything too big.” Dean looked over at Sam and Rowena with that devilish grin that you fell in love with. Before you could move his eyes landed on you.
“Woah, hey who’s she?” Dean asked Sam, his eyes moving between the two of you.
“Dean, this is Y/n. She’s here to help us.” Sam spoke reassuringly. Dean nodded with a smile before his eyes caught the bump that you had done your best to hide.
“Are you sure this is safe in your… state? I mean, no disrespect but Sam made this sound really dangerous. I wouldn’t want anything to happen just because of me.” Dean gave you a small smile.
“I’ll be ok.” You smiled back at him.
“Alright, well, I am going to head out to the house, try and find the spell book to get this curse broken.” Sam nodded to everyone.
“I need to go on a quick supply run to grab the remaining ingredients needed for a spell like this. I assure you two will be just fine?” Rowena smirked at you and you glared back. The two of them left, shutting the door behind them. You and Dean exchanged small smiles between each other before you made your ways to separate beds, sitting down to continue watching the cartoons.
Over the course of three episodes of Scooby Do, you had gotten up to use the restroom five times. This baby loved sitting on your bladder. You exited the bathroom the last time and headed to the kitchenette area to fill up your glass of water.
“Do you want some?” You instinctively asked Dean.
“Uh, yeah, I’ll take some.” He replied. You filled up a glass for him as well and walked over to hand it to him. He took the glass with a smile, took a sip and set the glass down on the table next to him. Without thinking, you sat your glass down next to his and sat down in the small space between him and end of the bed.
“Um…” Dean spoke behind you before you realized that he didn’t remember who you were. You shot back up and quickly sat back down on the other bed.
“Sorry. Uh, must be pregnancy brain.” You blushed, trying to chuckle it off. Dean just nodded and gave you a smile. The two of you went back to the cartoons.
“How far along are you?” Dean’s voice asked you after a few minutes of nothing but the TV playing.
“Oh, I’m 24 weeks as of yesterday.” You looked over at him.
“You look beautiful.” He replied before he realized what he had said. “I mean, you’re glowing. That’s what they call it right? Not that you aren’t beautiful, because you are. Wait, I’m sorry. That’s really forward and uh….” He was struggling to come back from the words he had said but all you could do was laugh.
“You’re ok, Dean. Thank you.” You smiled over at him and he smiled back.
“Can I ask you something?” His eyes turned to serious.
“Of course.” You nodded back at him.
“Why are you here? I mean, not that I don’t think that you’d be competent to help, but I know that if that was my baby, I’d want you to be as far away from this as possible.” His eyes were worried.
“Well, Sam had called and I felt that I needed to be here.” You smiled over to him.
“I take it we are friends.” He says, looking at his hands.
“Something like that.” You chuckled.
“Well, if your man knew where you were he’d be pretty mad that you’re not somewhere safe.” He spoke to you.
“Trust me, if he knew, he’d be pissed. And Sam would probably have been punched a time or two.” You chucked and then felt a kick on your side, your hands instantly going to the spot.
“Sorry, this little one is pretty active lately.” You smile halfheartedly over to Dean.
“Can I… Can I feel?” He looked over at you, his eyes sincere. You nodded back, adjusting your position so he could feel it better. Dean placed his and on your belly and you moved it to the direct spot you had felt the kick. His face lit up when you felt the baby kick again.
“I’ve always wanted kids. Maybe after all this mess is over, I’ll settle down and find the right girl.” He smiled at you, his hand still on your stomach. You starred up at him, smiling to yourself. You knew that this was a rarity with him and you were going to soak it up as much as you could. Your phone rang, breaking the silence between the two of you.
“Hey. Rowena is on her way to get Dean. We are ready.” Was all Sam said.
You paced back and forth. It had been three hours since Dean had left with Rowena and you had yet to get even a phone call on if it worked or not. With your phone in your hand, every situation and scenario ran through your brain. You tried to blink the bad ones out of your head. You were sure it was just taking longer than they had anticipated. It didn’t take much longer after that you heard the slow rumble of the Impala pull into the parking lot.
The doors of the car opened and shut, small mumbles were heard. Finally, Sam opened the door. His eyes met yours and you could tell that the fight was a hard one. He had a bruised eye and swollen lip along with blood that you didn’t know if it was his or someone else’s splattered across his shirt. Next, Rowena walked in. As much as you didn’t like her, you hated seeing others get hurt at your expense. She didn’t look as bad as Sam did but you could tell that bruising was starting to form on her neck. She gave you a sympathetic smile before moving out of the way of the door.
Then there was Dean.
He stood there, his back against the door. He looked over at you, calmness on his face. You were trying to read him. Was he fixed? Did he remember who you were? You moved closer to him, wishing for some hint that your Dean was back.
“Dean?” you whispered, stopping a few feet short of him. He looked down at you, your eyes locking onto each other. Before you knew it, he had closed the distance between the two of you and his lips had captured yours. He finally pulled away so that you could catch your breath.
“I’m so sorry for forgetting you.” He whispered, resting his forehead on yours.
“It’s ok, you just owe me.” You chuckled and he smiled back.
“And don’t think that just because you found a way to break the curse means you’re off the hook, Sam.” He turned to face his brother, giving him a wink before placing a hand on your stomach.

Imagine Dean telling you how he always makes things worse and how he hates himself for doing that and you telling him that everyones scews things a little sometimes and how he is one of the bravest and smartest people you know.

ps: not my gif