everyday supernatural

  • Teacher: Calculate this algebraic expression in five minutes.
  • Me: Ok brain, tell me what's the answer
  • Brain: Hey, remember that time when your Otp hugged?
  • Me: YOU ARE NO HELP
Come Inside

Summary: Dean’s in a mood…

Square Filled: Breeding Kink

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,100ish

Rating: explicit (smut (unprotected sex), language)

A/N: Written/created for @spnkinkbingo


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Drunken Mistakes

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

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Forever Loyal

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Title: Forever Loyal

Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Crowley

Word Count: 858

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.”

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Imagine...Borrowing Dean’s Shirt

Originally posted by irishkhaleesi26

Pairing: Dean x reader


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Angels in the Bunker

Characters: Gabriel, Castiel, Balthazar, Lucifer x Reader (you’ll see *wink wonk*)

Word Count: 1,580

Warnings: Fluff!

A/N: This was requested by @averagegaykid! I loved writing this one, so I hope you all enjoy it! I hope you’ve all enjoyed Satan Sunday this week!! I love you all so much!!

You assembled the four angels, all of them standing together in front of you.  They all towered over you, which was one of the reasons you recruited their help.  While the Winchesters were gone, you were going to decorate the bunker for Christmas.  It was not an easy task to do by yourself.  

You had them each bring along different decorations.  Balthazar was to get the Christmas tree, and the ornaments for it.  Gabriel was supposed to get lights for the tree, along with stockings.  Castiel was sent to get candy for the stockings, along with candy canes for the tree.  You asked Lucifer to bring one thing, garland.  You knew Lucifer was not a fan of Christmas, but he could never say no to you.

“Alright my angels,” you smiled.  “We only have the rest of today and a little bit of tomorrow to decorate the bunker.  Dean and Sam don’t take long on hunts.  They’ll be even quicker when they realize this is just a ruse.”

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Bitch, I Might Be

Summary: Classic Dean helps Reader sleep plot

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1084

A/N: So, I couldn’t sleep last night or tonight. I was all spazzy (just ask @kclaire1 who got a really confusing email from me… oops!) and I don’t know why, so I decided to just write about it! It’s only three weeks into the semester and I think I’m going crazy. I wonder how insane I’ll be by midterms or finals. Also I think this is a gender neutral reader! (Of course my brain isn’t working so I might have missed something)


It’s three o’ fucking clock in the morning and I’m cleaning the bunker’s kitchen. Why? No idea. I mean, Sam keeps it clean enough. The Winchesters aren’t slobs. Actually, they’re cleaner than I am. I’m the token dirty roommate in this trio.

Which brings me back to the question: Why the hell am I cleaning the kitchen at three a.m.?

Well, really, I should be asking the questions: Why the hell can’t I sleep? Where the hell did all of this energy come from?

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Impala67

Originally posted by barryallhen


Characters - Dean X Reader, Sam, waitress and guy at the bar.
Word Count - 874

Returning from the bar with 2 beers in one hand and a glass of wine in the other you sat back in your seat as you handed the boys their beers. “What’s I miss?”

“Don’t,” Dean warned as he glared at Sam.

“Dean’s on a dating app.” Sam blurted as he grinned at you.

“What?” You questioned wide eyed as you looked at the boys.

“Yeah!” Sam laughed as he sipped on his beer.

“Let me see!” You smiled at Dean as you held your hand out hiding any emotion you had.

“No!”

“Why not?”

“Because I said no.” Dean groaned as he glared at Sam. “You’ve really done it now.“

“Shouldn’t leave your phone on the table,” Sam smirked.

“If Sammy saw I wanna see!” You complained as you sipped on your wine.

“Fine … here.” Dean handed you his phone as he scowled at both you and Sam.

As you looked through Dean’s profile your hand flew to your mouth, small gasps and giggles left you as you smiled at Dean.

“Nice one Impala67.” You teased as you bit your tongue.

“Okay, shut up, just because you can snap your fingers and have five men at your feet.” Dean rolled his eyes as he spoke.

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A/N: Dean x Reader drabble with the prompt: “Remind me to kill you, please.” Word count is around 750.


"So I think we should split up. Sam talks to the wife again, you and I go to the morgue, figure out who’s the witch. Whaddya say?“

You took a deep breath in, then replied. "No.”

“What you mean no?”

“I mean no. Does it have multiple meanings? Just no.”

Dean was already frowning at you, at least 3 questions readable on his face. What? Why? And “What’s wrong with you?”

You shrugged. “Nothing is wrong with me. I just don’t give a damn. The wife, the victim, the morgue… It’s so boring. The guy’s dead. Rest in peace. Who the fuck cares?”

Oh great. Now his eyes were wide. Perfect. More boring stuff on the way.  

“Come again?” He asked.

You groaned loudly, wishing to be anywhere but that stupid motel room. “God, can you go away and leave me alone? No, you know what, I’ll go. Somewhere fun where you can’t bother me,” you decided, standing up, and making a beeline for his keys.

But he was fast on his feet, grabbing them before you could, and looking at you as if you had dropped his pie or smashed his car, which was the worst way of them all. “Okay, something is seriously wrong with you, like on a deeper level. The victim’s wife, what’d she do to you?”

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My Little Creation

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Title: My Little Creation

Pairing: God!Chuck x Baby!Reader

Word Count: 981

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

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.

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Oops

Based off the song Oops by Little Mix feat. Charlie Puth

Word Count: 568

Warnings: Implied smut kinda. Fluff

A/N: This kinda turned into one of those drabbles where I didn’t actually define the pairing. So you can decide who you want this to be with. Dean, Sam, Cas, someone from another fandom, whoever you’re crushing on at the moment… All I know is that this song is absolutely adorable!!

Version en Español: Oops


Y/N and I are just friends.

Yeah. Friends.

That’s it. We tried the dating thing and both decided that we were better off as friends.

So yeah. Friends.

Then why do I keep waking up in her bed?

But we’re still just friends.

You know, the kind of friends who sometimes, maybe, every once in a while, no big deal, might backslide.

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Imagine...Getting Hurt On A Hunt

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Request: Could you do a Dean x Reader where they can’t stand each other. Right before a hunt Dean tells her something and hurts her feelings. On the hunt, the reader gets hurt but doesn’t say anything because of what Dean told her. They arrive at the bunker and Dean notices that the reader is asleep and tries to wake her up but notices the blood and freaks out?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: language, mildish injury


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