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Better Together- Part 4

A/N: Sorry for the delay, I had trouble articulating my thoughts. I’m so excited to share part 5 and 6 with you later this weekend! Stay tuned! Please send me some feedback!! Thanks for all the support and love I’ve been getting! Tags still open.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1029

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Y/N arrived at the entrance of the hospital where Sam and Dean were waiting for Y/N.

“Hey Y/N, the asshole of a doctor doesn’t want to let us see the bodies,” Dean said.

“So I have been told, I’ve spoken to him before so I’m sure I can get him to cooperate,” Y/N responded.

They all went inside, and took the elevator down to the morgue where she was greeted by Dr. Goldstein.

“Dr. Montgomery! To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you?” He said smiling very widely at her. Dean quickly took notice and his jaw immediately tightened at the sight.

“Well these two agent’s supervisor just called me and told me he was having trouble seeing the reports for these victim’s. I wouldn’t ask, but the FBI has been pushing me,” she says lying out of her teeth.

“Oh, of course. I apologize, just being a stickler for the protocol is all. But I have complete trust in you Dr. Montgomery.”

“Dr. Goldstein, what did I tell you, it’s Y/N to you,” she smiles at him.

“Right Y/N,” he then proceeded to show and explain the cause of death. Dr. Goldstein thought it was some weird case of animal attacks and natural causes. No consistent cause of death caused Sam to make a mental note that it could not be vamps or werewolves.

“Alright, well it was good seeing you again Dr. Goldstein. Thank you for your time,” Sam says politely.

“No problem, anything for Dr. Montgomery,” he shakes Y/N’s hand, “I actually was wondering if you would like to go out sometime. You know outside of the hospitals cafeteria.”

“I would love to,” she responds turning to leave and notices Dean scowling in Dr. Goldstein’s direction.

The boys and Y/N got to their cars and headed to her house in order to get some lunch. When they reached the house Y/N made the boys some sandwiches as they sat together and chatted about the case.

“After talking to the family’s there is one thing that they all have in common, they had recently gotten out of a relationship, and get this,” Sam said, “none of them ended well. Apparently all the victims cheated on the girls they were dating.”

“So what are you thinking?” Y/N asked.

“It’s a witch.” Dean said.

“How can you be so sure?” Y/N asked.

“I noticed this,” Dean said as he pulled a hex bag out of the pocket of his tuxedo pocket.

“And you just decided to share this information with us now,” Y/N said, while Sam shot Dean a bitch face. 

“I didn’t think you were really interested. You and Dr. Goldstein were too busy making googly eyes at each other,” Dean huffed as he excused himself from the table and went to the kitchen to put his dishes in the sink.

“What was that about?” Y/N asked Sam.

“I don’t know. It’s been a while since he’s been in that mood. Don’t worry about it though. I’m gonna look for some leads and then gank this witch,” Sam replied.

Y/N carried on with some research of her own, replying to some e-mails from local hospitals. Sam and Dean had tracked down the witch and were going after her. She couldn’t help but feel this sense of longing. Sam and Dean were going to leave soon, and then she would be on her own again. Not that she had minded for the longest time, she was accustomed to the loneliness. Sam and Dean being there brought back those great feelings of having someone to go home to.

Sam and Dean eventually arrived back to Y/N’s house where she was there still doing research and listening to her records.

“What are you still doing up? It’s late,” Sam said, with a concerned look on his face.

“I know, but I couldn’t sleep knowing you guys were out there. Knowing you guys could be in danger and I’m just here,” Y/N says as she took a look at Dean. He had cuts all over his face and a black eye. “Dean, what happened?”

“He decided to play hero and the bitch threw him around like a ragdoll,” Sam said.

“Let me get my first aid kit and help you.”

“I’m going to bed, I’m beat. Don’t stay up too late to help this dumbass,” Sam said as he went upstairs, leaving Dean and Y/N there.

Y/N was dabbing Dean’s forehead with a cotton swab of hydrogen peroxide, they were sitting in comfortable silence. Until Y/N broke the silence.

“You know you could have gotten yourself killed.”

“Save it Y/N, I’ve heard it all before, you weren’t even there to know the danger Sam was in,” he said avoiding eye contact with her.

“Stay still, I’m trying to disinfect the cut. You’re lucky you don’t need stitches,” Y/N says as she puts a bandage over the cut. Dean remained quiet for several moments trying to get his thoughts together.

“Thank you,” he said barely audible, “for everything.”

Y/N took off her gloves and responded “It’s not a problem.”

“You could be on a date with that doctor friend of yours, but instead you’re here cleaning my sorry ass up,” he said apologetically.

“What is your interest with me and Dr. Goldstein, I’m not actually going to go out with him. Even if I was, why do you care? You and Sam are just going to leave soon anyways,” Y/N said, this time it was her avoiding eye contact.

“Nothing, I’m going to get some shut eye. See you upstairs,” and soon he left.

Y/N headed upstairs after she cleaned up the bandages and put her first aid kit away.

Dean was still awake when Y/N entered. He was propped up against the headboard reading one of the books that was on the night stand next to him.

“I don’t think Molecular Virology and Detection would be something you’re interested in,” Y/N said.

“Yeah, I was just trying to fall asleep and this was right there,” he said setting it back down. Y/N got into bed next to him and shut off the lamp.

“Goodnight Dean.”

“Goodnight Y/N.”

Tags: @li-ssu @avengersgirllorianna

Stitches (hurt!Dean x reader)


Request: @rhae-winchester

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

Word Count: unknown

When the black car pulled up to Bobby Singer’s house, it was past midnight, but of course you were up drinking. You stood up from the desk in the small study and looked out the window as the Winchesters got out of the car.

   “I’ll be damned.” You smirked and mumbled, setting your glass of amber liquid down on the desk.

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Imagine: Sam and Dean fighting over you

“Since there are only two beds I’m gonna have to share with one of you.” [Y/N] sighed knowing this would cause yet another argument between the brothers. “Well since Sammy here takes up more space he should sleep alone.” Dean was smirking because he thought that his argument was pretty valid. “But, since it’s pretty cold I would be the warmest.” Sam winked at [Y/N]. “While you two work out your marital issues I’m just gonna get some sleep.” [Y/N] curled up in one bed forcing the two brothers to share what seemed to be the smallest bed.

Originally posted by skinderp

”Jensen talks about a scene coming up that he decided to take a different route on than normal. It was written that he reacts angry, gruff, but instead Jensen took it with an emotional aspect. He talks about how even after his coverage he was standing off camera, crying.

(He also mentioned another actor involved, who he said he would not name, joked it was the best “off camera acting” he’d ever seen from Jensen.)” - (via @rosegoldrebels)

okay okay okay so, my best guess is that perhaps the scene they are hinting at is something along the lines of Cas - when they inevitably save him somehow in someway - telling the boys why he said yes to Lucifer, about how he feels useless, and unloved and expendable. 

and rather than Dean letting his emotions out in an aggressive manner like he has pretty much always been towards Cas, especially from season 9 on wards, Jensen decided that he would take it more emotionally and cry !! and he kept crying because the scene was so real and evoked so much emotion !! and Jared said it is a “Great scene” and i’m so sad thinking about this and the possibilities of what is installed for us but i’m so excited because imagine if Dean’s original dialogue (if this scene was referring to Cas’ feelings) was something like:

“How could you do that? How could you think that! You’re family Cas! You can’t just give up on yourself like that! Don’t you dare, for a second, think that we don’t need you” 

and Cas’ response being

“You don’t need me. I’m expendable, Dean.”

and now think about that exact dialogue but instead of Dean glaring and being accusatory, think about Dean crying and just being pure broken hearted in such a vulnerable way…

i mean – whatever the scene is it is going to be super duper AWFUL AND HEART WRENCHING but i do hope it involves Cas because he deserves not to be yelled at and wow i don’t know what i just wrote i’m v v emotional about cas


“I’m so glad you guys are back, and in tact.”

Requested by: askmisssashamagick 


Originally posted by mypapawinchester

This is my entry @impala-dreamer​​ Winchester Bunch Fic Challenge. I got the prompt:“Not glasses! They’ll make me look absolutely positively goofy!” Pairing: John x Male Reader

Characters: Y/n, John, Cas, Dean, Sam

Pairing: John x Y/n (MALE READER)

Warnings: Spell stuff, crackiness, fluff, sorta angst, more fluff. 

Word Count: 1180

Summary: A witch’s spell takes effect, John being left to take care of everything. 

A/N: So, this is the just fluff and crackiness. That’s basically it. So-yea. Enjoy. Hope u like it. 

Tagged Peeps: @waywardsons-imagines@whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname@sallyp-53@malachai-winchester@helvonasche@kaitlynnlovegood@notnaturalanahi@wayward-mirage@riversong-sam​​ @nerdflash@miss-miep​​ @impala-dreamer​​ @mypeopleskillsarerusty0203​​ @greek-geek481@chelsea072498​​ @deals-with-demons​ @plaidstiel-wormstache @impalaimagining @deathtonormalcy56​ @scorpiongirl1​ ​


“You guys ok?”

Everyone nodded, dumping their bags onto the map table and going to their rooms, aching from the hunt, the damn witch being a lot more experienced than they expected.

John watched as his sons and y/n left, leaving him on his own, angry at himself for being so slow.

He was still getting used to being back, getting used to all this new stuff that he’d never had to worry about before he died.

He should’ve found the witch first, known where she’d be instead of sending his kids to her.

Y/n was faster than John and got there, but he too was pushed back by the witch’s spell.

John got in there last, the witch not having anticipated a fourth person and shot her right through her head.

After making sure the others were ok, they all went back to the car and drove to the bunker.

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Imagine finding out Sam likes you.

(As I was writing, it went a different path soooo this is what you’re getting, miss I’m sorry.)

Requested by: eeveemew

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Top 5 Things To Celebrate About Sam

there is so much more i want to add to the list but here ya go :)

1. his smile literally lights up the room and you can’t help but smile when he does and he has dimples omg and he is just such a cutie

2. his caring heart and kindness towards not only his friends, but to complete strangers as well he is so sweet and gentle

3. his wit and sass that comes out at the best times 

4. his selflessness and bravery (ex. swan song)

5. “people can change. there is reason for hope” (◡‿◡✿)

(via @deanie-weenie-sammy-whammy)

Damsel in Distress

You had been sitting in one of the booths in the corner of your favorite diner, reading the third book in the series of Game of Thrones, and sipping your black coffee like you did every day at eight in the morning. It was a beautiful day—the sun was out and the leaves had just begun to sprout out of the trees. It was your day off at college and you couldn’t help but get away from all the chatters of the world and sit in one corner with your coffee and your book. You loved horror and thriller and that was the reason you read all the horror/thriller books you could find in your college library. When you were through the entire horror section, you had started reading about mythologies. You had read mythologies of every religion and every area possible and if there was a test that you could’ve given to graduate with your bachelors in myth, you’d probably get the highest score on the test. For giggles, you even started helping out your father, who was the sheriff of the town. You looked at all the murder files after every case and you would help him out—pretending you were Sherlock; Sherlock with social anxiety issues.

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Rock, Paper, Scissors: An Imagine

Originally posted by adorkable2468

@hiddenwritingsintheworld @deanpendentive @jodyri @destiel-trash74

“Are we there yet”, you whined from the backseat of the metallicar. You loved to annoy Dean and you’ve been asking him every ten minutes.

“Jesus, Y/N,” he mumbled, “I swear to God, I’ll turn this car around and leave your ass on the side of the highway.”

Sam just chuckled tossing a glance your way, a slight nod, egging you to continue .

“Deanie Beanie’s being a big, fat meanie,” you pouted, and Dean grumbled, turning the music up louder.

“DEAN!” you poked your head in between the two brothers, “are we there yet?”

Dean yanked on the steering wheel, slammed on the brakes, and you were thrown back into the backseat.

“We’re here,” he glared at you.

You and Sam were literally in tears from laughing so much; you really did love pestering Dean. The three of you made your way to the motel, Dean obviously annoyed and exhausted. He called dibs on the shower and you crashed on one of the Queen sized beds face down. Before you knew it, you were fast asleep.  Sam had forgotten his laptop in the car and walked in just as Dean finished in the shower.  Your body was sprawled across the bed; you looked like a starfish.

They stared at your sleeping figure, soft snores coming from your mouth, and both sighed,

“Who’s sleeping where?”

“Jinx,” Dean smirked at his brother.

“Grow up,” Sam retorted.

“Well there’s only one way to figure this out,” Dean rubbed his hands together maniacally.

Both brothers slammed a closed fist into an open palm three times and chanted, “Rock, papers, scissors.”

“Oh c'mon”, Dean threw his hands up in frustration as Sam just smacked his brother on the back, taking the empty bed.

“Don’t forget the light, Deanie Beanie,” Sam mocked.


The room went dark.


“Meanie,” you mumbled in a sleepy voice as Dean slipped into the bed beside you.

“Shut it, Y/N”, Dean grumbled as you cuddled up against him,

“Oh you love me,” you giggled.

“Yeah, yeah I do sweetheart,” he wrapped an arm around your waist, “even if you are a pain in my ass.”

Destiel fluff

Dean was staring at Castiel again. This was a daily occurrence, which Charlie, Sam, and Kevin pointed out at least four times every shift.

Castiel was the sales person for the haircare product kiosk in front of the cookie store he worked at in the mall, he would’ve wandered over but he kept his hair short and was nervous the dark haired boy would stare at him like he was crazy if he went over to ask about the different products. Any other person Dean would’ve waltzed his way over and given them the ‘Dean Winchester Charm’ but this was Castiel Novak.

It was common knowledge the Novak’s were loaded and lived in a mansion on the outskirt of the city. This made it all the stranger that their youngest was working such a low job at the local mall. The rest of the Novak children held jobs in things like politics and law.

“We’ve lost him.” Charlie announced.

Kevin leaned forward and waved a hand in front of his face. “Earth to Dean? Yeah. We could use your help.”

“Life ain’t all tall dark and handsome boys.” Charlie giggled.

Dean flushed, “Okay guys, shut up. He’ll hear you.”

“Oh come on, Deanie.” Sam said holding a broom out to him, “We’re just playing.”

“Yeah. So funny.” Dean rolled his eyes, “Remind me why I got you a job here?”

“Cuz I’m your favorite brother.” Sam said like this was obvious.

“Just talk to him.” Kevin shrugged. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Uh, I dunno. Maybe, he looks at me like I’m the gum he just stepped on in his new shoes. God knows he must have paid at least a hundred for those.”

“Aw, does Aladdin need help talking to his Jasmine?” Sam taunted, earning him a dirty rag thrown at him.

“Shut up! I can talk to him any time I want.” Dean shrugged, “I just haven’t found the right moment.”

“I think your moment is walking over.” Charlie whispered.

“What?” Dean asked raising a brow, but his question was answered when a cough came from behind him. He turned to see Castiel smiling at him, nearly tripping, he tried to smile back and say something, “Heylo.” 'Fuck.’ He thought. “I mean. Hey. Or Hello. Uh I don’t know what I was saying.”

The other smiled, “Not to worry, Dean. I was just wondering if I could get a dozen cookies before you close?”

“You know my name?” Dean asked surprised.

“Your name badge says so…so I just inferred..”

“Oh. I forgot I had it on….” Dean said quickly, cursing himself mentally again. “Uh. Yeah. Sure. Lemme uh. I mean. What would you. I mean, what kind of cookies would you like?”

Castiel’s face turned to a look of contemplation like he hadn’t thought of this. The glow of the light on the display case shown in his eyes making the dark blue stand out against his pale face. “Um, which is your favorite? I must admit, I don’t know much other than chocolate chip. These will be for my brother, he’s kind of a sweet tooth.”

“Oh! I really like the chocolate with white chocolate chips, um, the lemon ones are bomb and those ones in the corner with the little red sprinkles are best sellers.” Castiel smiled at him again, sending a whoosh feeling in his gut and what he was sure was immense color to his face.

“Those sound excellent.” The boy handed over some cash and told him to keep the extra when Dean tried to hand him the change.

“Yea, cool, thanks.” Dean smiled just barely in time to make it look like he wasn’t just staring in amazement at this whole exchange.

Castiel turned to walk away when he was a few paces away, Charlie gave him a swift kick to his shin. Dean glared at her, but her look said it all. If he didn’t go ask the kid out now she was going to murder him with the dustpan she was holding. Swallowing, he flipped his apron off over his head and walked toward what he was sure was going to be a disaster.

“Hey um. Castiel?” He said when he’d caught up. That’s when he realized he had no idea what he was going to say. Castiel smiled again, and he lost any train of thought that he had summoned. “Uh.”

“Hello Dean.”

“Hey. Er. I was just…would it be cool if I…I mean. Would you like to grab a cup of coffee sometime?”

Castiel tilted his head slightly and grinned, “Yes, I would like that.”

“Really?!” Dean exclaimed, louder that he should have then felt his face redden for the third time. “I mean…”

“Here.” Castiel said softly and grabbed his hand.

Not until the shorter had walked away did he see what Castiel had written on his hand. Scribbled in a sloppy hand script was: Cas ;) and ten numbers. A laugh filled his chest but he held it in until he was sure Castiel wouldn’t hear him. Turning he skipped back to his store and waved his hand proudly.

“I have a date!!!”

Dean: Hey, Cas, what’s goin’ on?

Cas: Hello, Dean.  As you know, I wish to become a HUNTER.

Cas: So I have now gotten a NEW VAN for HUNTIN’ and such.

Dean: Cas, it’s very nice, but you know it’s not just your WHEELS that make you a hunter!

Cas: No, Dean, of course not!  I also require a BIG DOG.

Dean: What-

Sam: Hey, everybody!

Sam: This is DUG!  He was hidin’ under the PORCH because he LOVES me!

Cas: That’s nice, Sam.  Would DUG like to solve MYSTERIES.

Sam: That sounds fine!

Cas: All rightie, here we go!

Dean: WAIT, CAS!  NO!

Cas: What is it, Dean?

Dean: Um…..  C’n I go WITH YOU?

Cas: Of course!!!  Get on the MYSTERY HUNTERS VAN THING!

Sam [singin’]: Deanie weenie bean…  On the HUNTIN’ SCENE…  My brother’s gone round the wide bend!  Ridin’ with a POOCH… Think he wants a SMOOCH…. From his ANGEL BOYFRIEND….

Cas: Oops, I think I’m gonna run over Sam’s GEE-TAR!

Dean: Go ahead!!

Supernatural: Sibling

Can I request a fic based off this imagine by Team Free Will Imagines: Imagine being sam and dean’s little sister and getting really hurt on a hunt.

(Hope you like it!)

Warnings: the reader nearly dies

It was meant to be an ordinary hunt. Just me and my brothers taking down demons just as we’ve been taught. Except it wasn’t like always.

Sam, Dean and I did our research and found out where demons were hiding and we decided to attack. We had the weapons we needed: guns, knives, you name it. And we were going pretty well. Ducking out of the way of the demon knife, I threw a punch causing the demon to fall. Before he could get up, I pulled out a demon knife that was in its sheaf and plunged it into the demon. Pulling it out, I turned around and lobbed it. The knife planted itself into the back of a demon that would’ve killed my brother, Sam. He nodded to me and shot down a demon that was behind me. Good thing my brothers have my back.

I turned around to face another demon. Instead of facing a demon however, I was met by a knife in my gut. Some sort of noise made its way out of my mouth and I fell to my knees. Everything around was blocked out by the sound of blood pounding in my ears. Somewhere, Sam or Dean screamed my name. And then things went black.

Opening my eyes, the first thing I could was the ceiling of the Impala. In my ears was the sounds of the engine and the voices of my brothers. Sam looked back at me and noticed that my eyes were open.

“Hey, (Y/N), stay with me.” He told me.

“O-okay.” I forced out. I reached for the wound in my stomach, but my arms were jelly-like. I let them fall and I whined in agony.

“Hurry up.” Sam ordered.

“I’m trying!” Dean argued back. My oldest brother looked over his shoulder and gave me an encouraging smile. “Come on kid, you’ve been through worse, right?”

“Yeah,” I managed a weak laugh. I lifted my head up a little but then dizziness washed over me. Resting my head against the seat cushions, I shivered. “Guys, I’m cold.”

“It’s the blood loss.” I heard Sam say as black spots began clouding my vision. And then I passed out again.

Every now and then I would drift in and out of consciousness. At times, I would open my eyes and be in the car. But then I opened my eyes and was blinded instantly. Then I realised I was staring at a white ceiling. And I was moving. There was chatter all around me and I looked to my side to see a doctor.

“Where-where am I?” I managed to ask a nurse.

“You’re okay, you’re in a hospital.” She told me. I tried to ask about my brothers but then I passed out once more.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

It was rhythmic and I managed to open my eyes slowly. Above me were lights and I looked around to see I was in a hospital room. Attached to my arms were IV drips and there were monitors measuring my vitals. I took a deep breath and tried to push myself up but the pain was unbearable.

“Hey, Dean,” I looked over and saw Sam shaking Dean’s arm. Sam got up and walked over to my bed as Dean had opened his eyes.

“Hey Sammy, hi Deanie.” I smiled. Sam smiled and pushed some hair out of my face.

“Hey kid, how’re you feeling?” Dean asked.

“Like crap. I want to go home.” I admitted. Sam smiled.

“Yeah, we know. We had to bring you here first. We’re going to see if we can get you discharged and call Cas.” Sam explained. I nodded and let Dean leave the room.

“Was it bad?” I questioned. Sam nodded and sat on the edge of the bed.

“You pretty much kept blacking out. And we nearly lost you at one point.” He told me. I nodded and closed my eyes for a second.

“Does this mean I won’t be able to go on any hunts?”

“For a while. You need to recover first.”

“Why? I’m a freaking Winchester.” I laughed. My brother chuckled.

“Yeah. No. You’re not hunting for a while. You’re going to be on research duty. The most you can do is get a paper cut.”

“What if a shelf falls on me?”

“You’re not hunting.”

Song Inspired Fic Ideas

I’m watching Supernatural! Here’s something while I do. It’s a few of the song/fic ideas I had. Let me know which ones you’d like to see added to the list! Be sure to listen to the songs that go with them! (:

One Last Night - Imagine spending your last night on earth with Sam and Dean

I Know You - Reader x Mark of Cain Dean after he goes rogue and kills several men. He’s guilt ridden and reader reassures him and comforts him. (see lyrics)

I Put a Spell on You - Sam x reader where Sam is under a spell that makes him very protective and possessive of you.

Blue Jeans - Reader falls in love with demon!dean. He’s not violent or evil per say, just leaves her and goes out every night. She still holds on to the hope that he’ll stay with her. (see lyrics)

Glory and Gore - Something intense or vengeful, ideas?

Every Second Counts - Dean x reader where they talk about how they feel about their inevitable deaths, which leads Dean to try and make a bunch of crazy memories with the reader. Wild fun and fluffiness. (like bucket list stuff?)

Devil’s Dance - Dean has a love/hate relationship with the reader. They’re both badass and headstrong. She’s a cocky hunter who’s a little brutal. They had a thing when Dean was a demon, so she reminds him of when he went dark side. He blames his demon-self for her going rogue? Maybe she’s sort of “evil alter ego”-ish

Thanks to paintbadger for both “Redlight King” songs!

Lifeless Shades of Black

Reference: #15

Author: Wicked Winchester

Words: 1,930

“Maaaaatt” you cried out in fear as your brother’s eyes flicked to lifeless shades of black. You felt worthless watching your younger brother get possessed by evil, right in front of your own eyes as you were tied to a wooden chair with thick, raspy rope that left more cuts on your skin than a knife. You screamed and tried to wiggle yourself out of the confined space between the chair and the lash as you watched the black smoke enter into your brother. 

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