either dean playing it on guitar

typicalweirdbookworm  asked:

(1/2) I have a headcanon that Dean knows how to play either the guitar or piano. Like he was forced to take a music class for some reason in high school. They had a lot of instruments in the music room but the only thing that got Dean's attention was the guitar/piano. Maybe because John or Mary used to play one of the instruments and it reminded him of happier times. So he starts to learn how to play and he just falls in love with it. But they leave about a week later

(2/3) So basically whenever they get to a new town and he and Sam enroll to a new school, he checks whether or not they have a music room or at least those instruments. Or if there’s just a place where he can practice in peace without John or Sam ever finding out. He even plays some gigs and earn some money for him and Sam. Fast-forward to him and Sam in the bunker. He buys a guitar/keyboard or piano while Sam is gone and puts it in a room he’s pretty sure Sam won’t find. (Whoops not done)

3/3) (last part I swear) So one day he’s down in that room playing (because by this time he’s really good at it) while Sam’s out on a supply run. As he’s playing this really hard piece, Sam (or Cas or both) come back and try to find him. As he get closer he hears the music and finds Dean playing the guitar/piano. He just kinda leans against the doorway and smiles at Dean. He doesn’t say anything until Dean’s hit the last note/chord and even then he just starts to clap softly.

Ugh. YES. THIS. SO MUCH THIS.

Demons (Destiel)

Written as part of @wordstothewisereaders ’s 300 follower writing challenge.

Song is Demons by imagine dragons.

Warnings:angst, drug use, major character death, swearing (is swearing a warning who knows)

Dean has a crush on Cas.

It’s pretty obvious, too. Sam can’t count the number of times he’s seen Dean try to flirt with the angel, or said something a little too suspicious. Also, there’s the fact that Dean had declared his love for Cas openly to Sam when he had gotten drunk the month before in a motel room.

And he’s sick of it. Sick of feeling like Dean’s automatic wingman whenever they’re around Cas, sick of having to sit there in the thick aura of sexual tension while Dean and Cas stare each other down in the intense and overly-gay way that they do.

So, when Dean started writing songs about a “man with blue eyes”, he started to feel relief because at least Dean wasn’t letting it go completely unspoken, for a change.

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(Excuse any mistakes, but I am writing in a hurry and not checking cause I want to write as much as I can before starting with homework)

“From this moment as long as I live
I will love you, I promise you this
There is nothing I wouldn’t give”
you sang your final words softly, unable to keep the wide smile as you watched at Jensen play his guitar and come closer to his microphone to sing his last part as well.

“From this moment
From this moment
I will love you as long as I live
Yes, I will (Y/n) I will. If only you let me.
I promise I will.
If you will.
From this moment on”
you couldn’t help but make a weird face as Jensen sang the last lyrics that actually weren’t what they were supposed to. Either he was trying to make this fun for the fans- or mostly shippers of you two and your characters. Even though only your character and Dean are a couple the fans seemed to not realize it and just insist with questions about you and Jensen. And let’s better not get started with the stuff going on tumblr. Whether it be fan art or fanfiction.

Yeah, you had a small guilty pleasure. But who could blame you? It was Jensen we’re talking about here. Having feelings for him was simply inevitable.

“Uh Jensen what are you…?” you trailed off, not completing your sentence as the music continued playing on, just more softly and the murmuring of the fans along with giggles could be heard clearly.

You glanced at them from the stage where you where and then back at Jensen. Yoou opened your mouth to speak but he beat you at it.

“(Y/n) I know we’ve been working together for such a long time and been really close, but only as friends. And I know that even if it might be something most of the people here want to hear, I uh I’m actually not saying this because of them but because of… me. I really- I actually- You see-” he stopped himself, letting out a sigh and placing his guitar away, he came closer to you and took hold of your hand looking up at you in the eyes “I… am n love with you. I have for a long time and although this might be something Dean would say openly-” he let a small chuckle “-but hey I’m not Dean so even if I seem to be rushing I just- want you to know. And what I really wanted to hear is… if you by some chance feel the same about… me? A-And if by any chance you know, there is some hope for me? I know we’re friends- always been friends but maybe if you wanted to try this out? Go… out sometime?” he asked with a small hopeful smile.

The shyness but above all sincerety he said everything made it impossible for you to be able to keep the smile from spreading on your lips. OR maybe it was those words. Those words you wanted for so long to hear and had finally heard. Those words from him that the audience as well wanted to hear for so long, maybe in the show but in reality it seemed to be much better for them. And that was why they were so quiet.

Or maybe it was because they awaited to hear your answer. Hoped or even wished.

Well, they were going to get their wish come true.

Pride

Summary: Human AU, Sister!Reader, no supernatural. It’s Dean’s wedding day, and you reflect on all the time it took to get to this moment, including the part you played. Later, your brother decides to return the favour.

Words: 1,528

Dean x Castiel, Sam x Jess, Reader x ?

Warnings: None. Loads of pride-y fluff

Your name: submit What is this?

“I’m hot. Are you hot? It’s really hot in here, don’t you think?”

Dean was rambling, pacing back and forth in front of you in his kitchen, pulling at his shirt collar distractedly.

You smiled stepping forward and stilling him with your hands on his chest before straightening his tie.

“It’s a bit warm, yes.”

“How are you not burning up?” he asked, eyes wide with nerves and excitement.

“Well,” you chuckled, curtseying sarcastically, “I’m wearing a dress.”

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Dance, Dance

Writer: Electra

Word Count: 1,027

Request: Imagine if Adam was usually a heavy sleeper but got up early one morning to see the usually shy you singing out loud and jumping up and down while making pancakes for everyone.

A/N: Here it is! The song I used in this imagine is here

You flip your cards over and a chorus of groans echoes throughout the Bunker. You crack a smile as Dean shakes his head, pulling out his wallet.

“Damn, (Y/N)! A royal flush? All this time?

“Well, she has an excellent poker face,” Adam points out.

“Is that a compliment or an insult?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

He just gives you a cheeky smile, and you roll your eyes at him. Sam slides his money forward and says, “There’s definitely more to you than meets the eye.”

Dean smirks and adds, “Remember that time you ganked those vampires in one swipe, (Y/N)? I told myself not to make you angry anytime after that.”

Adam snorts. “Yeah, well, you failed at that, didn’t you?”

You mutter, “Yeah, Dean is an annoying son of a…”

“What was that, (Y/N)? I couldn’t hear what you said,” Dean says, putting his hand to his ear and leaning forward. You shake your head and stand up.

“Well, I’m off to bed. See you guys in the morning,” you tell them. They simply nod in response and you drag your tired feet to your room.

You flop on to your bed and smile to yourself. You had really opened up to the boys during the past few weeks. You are still a pretty shy person, but you’re definitely more comfortable with the boys now.

You slowly drift off to sleep as your thoughts become more and more blurry.

 

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♪♪ IT WAS THE HEAT OF THE MOMENT, TELLING ME WHAT YOUR HEART MEANT! ♪♪

 

“Damn!” you yell, as you nearly fall off your bed in surprise. You slam your hand down on the alarm clock, and the song by Asia fades away. Your eyes glance over at the time. 5:23. You groan as you realize you forgot to turn off the alarm from yesterday.

Usually, you would just go back to sleep for a couple more hours, but you were already wide awake, thanks to your alarm nearly giving you a heart attack. You groggily get out of bed and run your hand through your hair. What do I do know? you think to yourself. Your stomach grumbles and an idea pops in to your head. Why don’t I make pancakes? The stuff you had usually eaten for breakfast was always junk food from some local diner. You had the kitchen in the Bunker, so why not use it?

You try to open your bedroom door with as little noise as possible, but it creaks loudly. You wince slightly, hoping that you didn’t wake up anyone. Your feet softly pad against the floor as you make your way to the kitchen. You flip the light switch and you shield your eyes with your hands as you’re briefly blinded by the bright light.

You rummage through the shelf, looking for a pan and spatula. You find them in the back of the shelf and rinse them off.

“Where the hell is the pancake mix,” you mutter to yourself as you glance around the kitchen. Your eyes land on the plastic bags at the end of the counter and you pull out the box. As your eyes scan the back of the box for directions, you open the fridge to pull out eggs. You crack the eggs and whisk the ingredients together with some water. You set the correct heat on the stove and pour some of the mix on to the pan.

You suddenly feel very alone and realize that it’s too quiet, the sizzling of pancakes being the only thing you can hear. You reach for your phone and tap “shuffle” at the top of your music list. Loud drum beats fill your ears and you smile to yourself as Fall Out Boy begins to echo throughout the kitchen.

♫She says she’s no good with words, but I’m worse

Barely stuttered out, a joke of a romantic stuck to my tongue♫

“Weighed down with words too overdramatic, tonight it’s “it can’t get much worse” vs. “no one should ever feel like”” you murmur as you flip the pancake.

“I’m two quarters and a heart down, and I don’t want to forget how your voice sounds! These words are all I have so I write them,I just need them to get by,” you softly sing, grabbing the spatula as you wait for the chorus.

“DANCE, DANCE! We’re falling apart to half time!” you shout into your “microphone” as you jump around the kitchen. Your hands go up and you sway your hips as you continue to sing along.


Adam walks towards the kitchen, woken up by the sudden music and…singing? He’s usually a very heavy sleeper, but this time, he was startled awake when…Is that Fall Out Boy playing? He tilts his head in confusion and listens again. It is! Sam doesn’t listen to Fall Out Boy, and Dean for sure doesn’t listen to them either.

He reaches the doorway to the kitchen and does a double take as he sees (Y/N) jumping up and down, while flipping pancakes. He rubs his eyes in disbelief and looks again. Yep, that’s her. What the hell? (Y/N) never sings or dances.

You begin to air-guitar and Adam can’t help but a crack a smile at your never-before-seen confidence.

“(Y/N)!” Adam yells out. You freeze in place as you can feel the heat rush to your cheeks. Before you can open your mouth to say anything, he points to the stove and your eyes widen as you see the now ruined and charcoal-color pancakes.

“Shit!” you yell, as you turn off the stove and wave your hand in front of your nose, the scent of burnt food filling the kitchen.

“Well that was fun,” Adam announces.

“Shut up,” you say, grinning and still blushing.

“I’ll help you make the rest of the pancakes, but be warned, I’m a horrendous dancer,” he replies.

He taps “play” on your phone and the next song begins. Adam grabs your hand and twirls you around, laughing as you try not to fall.

Looks like the pancakes are going to take a while.

 

runningwolf62  asked:

Gabriel playing the guitar and singing outside Sam's window until Adam and Dean open a different window and pour a bucket of water on him.

OH MY GOD NO 

I’M WHEEZING RIGHT NOW

IMAGINING THIS

OH MY GOD

NO 

NO OH MY GOD

GABRIEL IS THERE UNDER SAM’S WINDOW SINGING A SONG SAM EITHER LOVES OR HATE’S BECAUSE GABE’S AN ASSHOLE LIKE THAT. AND THEN YOU HEAR THIS OTHER WINDOW SLAM OPEN RIGHT NEXT TO SAM AND THIS OUTCRY OF “IT’S THREE IN THE GODDAMN MORNING, GABRIEL, I SWEAR TO GOD” AND THEN THERE’S A BUCKET DUMPED ON HIM. SAM IS LAUGHING SO FUCKING HARD THAT HE ALMOST FALLS OUT HIS OWN, AND THEN RUNS DOWN WITH A TOWEL AND LETS GABE UP INTO HIS ROOM