Summary: Dean gets mad at reader one night when he has had too much to drink
Pairing: Dean x reader
Word Count: 6,044 (this one ran away from me a little)
Warnings: mentions of cheating, physical fight, implication of smut? or soft smut (idk what to call it)
A/N: Okay so this is my entry for ‘Michelle’s 2K follower challange’. Congrats @luci-in-trenchcoats on 2k and I hope you like this. Quote I got “Your problem is that nobody hates you more than you do”. I hope you guys like this, first time writing in this ‘x reader’ style so feedback would be much loved
Gripping your shotgun tightly in your hand, you stealthily made
your way down the dark eerie corridor.
With your ears perked up and the lights continuously
flickering, you kept a close note of your surroundings.
Sam and Dean were being kept here and you were sure about
that after two sleepless nights of work. You were fairly exhausted and knew
that coming in this weary condition was probably stupid. But what confused you
the most, was the fact you had not encountered any demon or other supernatural being so far and that wasn’t
exactly comforting. It seemed too easy.
As if on cue, you felt a choking hold on your throat and your
back came in contact with the hard wall which made you grunt in pain.
“Look who decided to visit” a masculine voice snarled in your
ear making you shudder as you fought against his strong hold.
The smell of sulfur hit your nostrils making your nose
scrunch up. Demon. Grabbing the demon
knife you hid in your belt, you stabbed him, making sparks appear inside his
body, annihilating him.
Rubbing your sore neck, you groaned in pain and saw a door at
your far left. Bringing yourself together, you hoped he was the only one on
guard duty and strolled over to the door.
Reaching it, you saw dried blood mixed with rust on that iron
door and that made you feel uneasy as you slowly pushed it in hopes of opening,
but in vain. It was locked.
Sighing in exasperation, you picked the lock and opened it to
see your boys, tied together to a pole and your tired lips curled upwards in
“About time” you heard a gruff voice, only to see a bruised
and bloody Dean, smirking at you with his emerald pools.
Warnings: death of a character, there are no spoilers because I made my own ending to last night’s episode, small amount of fluff. *The gif I guess could be counted as a spoiler?*
A/N: I said I was going to do it, so I did it. You all get some special treatment today!! Enjoy this extra fic! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much!! <3
Crowley smirked at Lucifer as the fallen archangel fell to his knees. Lucifer withered in pain and all Crowley could do was chuckle. He had big plans to torture Lucifer. Crowley wasn’t going to spare Lucifer, not one bit.
“Do you remember [Y/N],” Crowley asked Lucifer, his tone snarky. “She’s your soul mate isn’t she? Pretty little thing she is.”
“Keep your hands off of her Crowley,” Lucifer seethed as he clutched his stomach.
“It’s more like she can’t keep her hands off of me,” Crowley mused, his eyes traveling to the door of the thrown room. His smirk grew as you opened the door to the throne room. “Oh look who’s here.”
Summary:The reader comes back from her friend’s wedding annoyed as all gets out because people don’t know how to mind their own business and Dean helps her calm down and remember that those people and their opinions don’t matter.
Word Count: 1189
Warnings: Mentions of weddings
A/N:I usually don’t write about specific events in my life, but dammit I just really needed to vent, and I also need Dean Winchester to comfort me, so here y’all go. Weddings suck. (And weddings in your hometown with all those people you grew up with and all of your parents’ friends suck even worse)
Dean looked up from the video he had been watching when the
front door of the bunker opened. Y/N came in, her shoes dangling from her
fingers and her hair a tangled mess from driving with the windows down.
“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean greeted. “How was
When she walked by him without so much as a nod, he trailed
off and furrowed his brow while watching her stalk towards her room. Well, something had happened at her friend’s
wedding reception and there was no way Dean was about to let her fester away in
whatever negative emotion was coursing through her body. So he shut his laptop
and strolled after her.
“What’s up, Y/N?” asked Dean when he leaned up
against the door jamb. She was angrily trying to unzip her dress, but was
having no luck.
Finally she huffed in defeat and turned her back to him.
“A little help?”
Well, Dean knew better than to get on her bad side when she
was in a mood. So he quickly helped her unzip before walking over to her bed
while she undressed and pulled on her sweats and an oversized tee.
As soon as she was dressed down, she whirled around and
pointed an accusing finger at Dean. “You! Are not allowed to get married for at least a year.”
This Is Not An April Fool’s Joke Writing Challenge
I can understand why you’d think this would be a joke, since I’ve been too busy to do any writing, yet, here I am, challenging all of you to write something for me. Hypocrite, much? Yes, but here it is, anyway. (And it’s really not a joke because I hate April Fool’s jokes with the burning passion of a thousand fiery suns.) You can ask @manawhaat , I had this idea so many months ago, and it’s just now burned a hole into my brain, so I’m releasing it.
Here’s the skinny:
Prompt: Your doorbell rings, and when you answer it, Sam and Dean Winchester are standing there in all of their denim-wrapped glory. Sam gives you the most effective set of puppy eyes you’ve ever seen and says, “[insert your name here], thank God you’re home. We need you.” They are not actually Jared and Jensen sent by your friend as an April Fool’s joke, they really are Sam and Dean Winchester, and they really need your help to save their hunt.
1. YOU ARE YOU.
With all of your talents and flaws, your life is the basis for this fic. What talent or gift do you have that could help Sam and Dean Winchester save the world? This can be set in canon-verse, or in French Mistake-verse, as long as Sam and Dean’s world collides with yours. Bonus points if you don’t give yourself a gift or talent you don’t actually have (like secretly being a psychic or something). We all have gifts and talents, and I want you to find that within yourself. Feel free to tailor your hunt to whatever gift you have. Maybe the monster of the week is weakened by bad singing and you’re notoriously tone-deaf? Whatever it is, the Winchesters know YOU specifically have this gift and can help them.
2. Since you are you, please use your name (or a nickname if you’re not comfortable using your actual name) instead of Y/N.
3. Fluff, angst, smut, whatever, it’s all acceptable.
4. Tag me in your post and use the tag, #Not An April Fool’s Joke Challenge.
5. It would be cool if you got your story posted by the end of the month. No pressure, though. I’ll be making a masterlist for this as the fics get written.
6. Feel free to drag any other characters into this that you want.
7. Write as little or as much as you want. No minimum or maximum word count.
8. PLEASE USE THE KEEP READING FEATURE if your fic is more than 500 words or before your list of tags. It makes everything look so much nicer. If you don’t know how to do it, feel free to ask me!
No need to send me an ask to sign up or anything, so no pressure. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! Have fun with this!! I can’t wait to read what ya’ll write!!!
Imagine Sam confronting you and Dean about your feelings for each other.
“Whaaat?” You scoffed, “No. That’s just - that’s ridiculous.”
“I called you five times. No answer. Dean calls you once and you’re already here.”
“I didn’t see your calls. I was in the shower,” you lied, pretty smoothly. Or so you thought.
“In the shower for 2 hours?”
“Is that my phone ringing? Yep. Sorry, gotta get this one.”
“Why? Is it Dean again?” Sam asked with sarcasm.
You pretended to answer the call and rushed out of the room before you could dig yourself into an even bigger hole. God, you’d have to be more careful in the future or your little crush was going to get busted.
Just as you were leaving the motel room, Dean was walking inside, raising his eyebrows in salute to you with a smile, then popping a candy into his mouth.
He barely had the time to shut the door before his brother started.
“She’s into you, you know?”
“What?” Dean looked back at the door you had used just two seconds ago. “No, she - I’m not her type.”
“Yeah, she’s into herbal teas and fluffy animals. She probably wants a guy who writes her love poetry.”
“Trust me, she’s into you. When I call her she doesn’t pick up. When you do, she doesn’t even let it ring once. Does that tell you anything?” Sam asked, giving him a pointed look.
“Yeah, that you bore her to death before even opening your mouth. It’s barely her fault, really.”
“Yeah, right,” Sam said, unamused. “I know you like her, Dean.”
“What? No. That’s - that’s stupid. I don’t.”
“I saw the way you look at her when she’s not looking. You like her,” he repeated, his voice only accentuating the conviction he held.
“Look, if by like you mean I’d sleep with her… sure. You got me. But that’s it. I don’t have some stupid crush on her.”
“Really? You don’t? Then why are you here?”
“You heard me. Didn’t you have to meet that waitress tonight? The moment you knew Y/N would be here, you canceled all your plans. Why’s that?”
Dean’s eyes slightly widened. He opened his mouth to reply, but no excuse came out. So he improvised. “Is that my phone? Yeah. Gotta take this one. Nice talk, Sammy.” In an instant, he was out the door.
Sam smiled to himself. They had to come back eventually, and he had nothing but time. An uncomfortable dinner was ready to happen.
Next time Dean would think twice before changing his laptop wallpaper to the one of a killer clown. Oh, he would.
The rules are simple. You don’t take a joint from a guy named Don. There are no dogs in the car. You don’t mess with Sam’s computer. And you never, ever, involve clowns.
A/N: This was requested by an anon! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3
Chuck wasn’t one to visit his creations. He usually trusted the parents to do their jobs and raise them. Unfortunately, not every child had the best parents. It wasn’t that your parents were terrible, but that they were busy. Often too busy to hear your cries for attention. He was willing to make an exception for you.
Chuck padded up to your crib, putting a finger to his lips. Your cries for help subsided slowly. It was almost as if you knew who he was, but he knew better. There was undeniably something special about you and the way you reached out for him. He picked you up, cradling your small body in his warm arms.
He snapped his fingers, a small bottle of milk appearing on the changing table. He smiled at the way you eagerly accepted his offer of food. He looked in the direction of your parents, frowning as they started to argue. It was as if you were the least of their concern.
SUMMARY: You and Jensen are best friends, you accompany him to Nashville for the convention and drunken hijinks ensue!
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x (bestfriend!)reader
Word Count: 1810
Warnings: Some swearing
A/N: So i have been struggling with writing and what not, and the other day this idea hits me. I am basing it off the information that I saw about NashCon and it just grew to this fic. This would be my first attempt at writing a possible more than friends type fic based on the actual actor. I mean no disrespect to Danneel, we will just consider her happy with someone else for the purpose of this fic. Also a huge shout out to Daddy B aka @bigdaddymongoose, she is my rock and helps me out sooo much with writing!
“C’mon you two, let’s hit another bar!” Jared laughed, drunk off his ass already.
You giggled, watching your best friend trying to walk unaided. His bow legs making the staggering all the more comical. Finally, he made it to your side, he threw an arm around you, almost knocking the two of you to the ground.
“I think Jay here has had enough,” you snickered.
After the tour of the Jack Daniels Distillery and all the free shots, then the dart throwing game with Jason and the guys and more shots imbibed. Next, Creation Ent wanting to celebrate Jay’s birthday during the Saturday Night Special concert with you guessed it more alcohol involved. Let’s just say when Jay sang Tennessee Whiskey, he was almost three sheets to the wind then. If Jared got his way, this would be the third bar you all hit.
Jensen started shaking his head, “No, I-I think we need more bars,” he grinned. “Me likey, more acl-aco-alc-,” he furrowed his eyebrows like he was concentrating, “drinks.”
You laughed, “I think everybody is done for the night. You two have a panel in the morning, remember?” You smacked Jensen’s hand away from your face as he tried to “boop” your nose. “Stop that!”
Jared just gave you “Sam’s puppy eyes”, “Nope, Pada-gigantor, those will not work on me. I am impervious to “Mr. Awesome,” you jerked a thumb at Jensen, “you don’t stand a chance my tall friend.”
Drabble request by @autopistaaningunaparte:Hi! :) I’m not sure how to do this (first time requesting a drabble), but can I request a fluffy Dean drabble? I leave the theme to you! :) tysm in advance 😚💜
Prompts: I looked up some drabble prompts to spark my muse and found 2 that I liked: 1) “I made the mistake of thinking ‘This can’t get weirder.’ Sorry.” and 2) “I didn’t say “sex party” as in orgy. I said “hex party” as in witches.”
Word Count: 852
“Kid, you’re cutting out. Repeat what you just
said.” Dean accelerated, needing to reach her soon. Apparently the little
hunt that she and Sam said they could totally handle without him hadn’t
been so little. As soon as he saved their asses, Dean was planning a great big I
told you so.
“I said that—didn’t pan out and—bit Sam, but he's—and
he’s whining at being left out—bitch from the bar said—it’s like a giant sex
party and—so that’s why—come prepared—gotta be safe—bunch of cond—text you the
The call cut out then and Dean looked at his phone in
concerned confusion. What the hell was going on? Sam got bit? By what? And a
sex party? Was Y/N telling him to bring condoms to an orgy? I mean, be
prepared… be safe… Thought Dean definitely didn’t want to know that Sam was
into the whole biting kink thing.
However, he was very interested in Y/N’s kinks.
Maybe she’d just made up this hunt as a way to, I don’t
know, plan an orgy? After all, Y/N and Dean hadn’t exactly closed the door on
something like that. So it was possible that she and Sam had finished up the
hunt, then Y/N had stumbled upon someone planning a sex party.
It wasn’t likely, but Dean wasn’t really thinking with his
upstairs brain at the moment.
Summary: You’re pregnant and Dean’s being super caring. Sadly, this also means he’s cooking healthy, nutritious food for you and the baby. All the healthy food, for months. Until you’ve had enough.
Word Count: 1100+
Munch. Munch. Munch.
You were stuffing your face with cookies, and ice cream, and pizza. Yes, all three of those. Yes, at the same time.
Sure, a few months ago you would have judged something like this as disgusting, super unhealthy, a great recipe for a heart disease… But, after countless weeks of kale, cabbage, spinach, carrots, lean meat, and lentils… you just didn’t care anymore. You wanted all the junk food, now.
The pregnancy book was staring at you from the table, and you stared back, glared even as your lips wrapped around a spoon of chocolate ice-cream. Take this, you stupid book.