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Not What It Used To Be

Title: Not What It Used To Be

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary: Dean is Reader’s ex-boyfriend and when they meet again after two years, Reader is different, she’s a werewolf, but Dean and Sam don’t know.

Word count: 2 552

Warnings: Smut, a bit of rough sex, some talk about suicide

You were inside a bar and sat up at the bar and in front of you; you had four empty tequila glasses. You couldn’t get drunk, not since you were bitten by a werewolf two years ago, but it didn’t stop you from trying.

“Two more Tequila’s.” you said to the bartender. He nodded and poured two to you and then he put them on the bar in front of you. You swallowed them down quickly but didn’t feel anything. “Well this sucks.” you said quietly to yourself. You decided that it was time to go, but just when you had turned around and was about to get up from the chair Sam and Dean entered the bar. You quickly turned around and listened with your super hearing.

“Let’s take a booth.” Dean said. It was two years since you left your boyfriend Dean that you still loved. You left them without saying anything; you couldn’t say you were a werewolf, so you just left.

“I’ll order.” Sam said, and shortly he arrived at the bar. You turned the other way and pulled the hood over your head so that he wouldn’t see you. “Hey.” He said to the bartender. “Two beers.” When he got the beers, he went back to the booth where Dean waited.

“Thanks.” Dean said when he got his beer. “Well, that case was easy.”

“Yeah.” Sam agreed, and took a sip of his beer. They talked about everything and you just sat and listen for nearly an hour, you finally decided that you had to leave the bar, without them noticing that you were here. You rose from the chair and started walking toward the exit when the bartender shouted, “Miss, you forgot your wallet.” you could feel Sam and Dean’s gaze on you. You turned around and went back to the bar, but they couldn’t see who you were because you had the hood over your head, but that didn’t help. They recognized your walking.

“Thanks.” you said and took your wallet.

“That looks like Y/N.” you heard Dean say.

“Yeah, it does.” Sam said. Now you got panic, they couldn’t know it was you, how could they know just because the way you walked, so you ran to the door while the shouted after you. You heard they got up and came after you. When you came out of the building you quickly hid behind the corner of the building.

“Where the hell did she go?” Dean asked and looked at Sam.

“I have no idea, maybe she’s over there.” Sam said and they came walking to the corner where you were standing. Before they arrived, you started to run.

“Y/N, we know it’s you, stop.” Dean shouted, but you didn’t stop. It was a very high fence right in front of you, and they wouldn’t be able to get over, but you could. When you arrived, you jumped up a little bit and then you climbed up and jumped down on the other side. The hood of your sweater went down and they saw your face.

“Y/N.” Dean said, and looked you in the eye. “It’s you.”

“I’m sorry.” you said and turned and ran from there.

“No, wait.” He screamed, but you just ran.

When you got home, you opened the fridge right away and took out a jar containing a heart. It wasn’t a human heart, you just ate animal hearts, you were not a vicious werewolf.


“I can’t believe it was her.” he said and looked at Sam.

“Me neither.”

“Sam, we can’t leave, we have to find her, I have to find her.”

“We’ll find her, Dean.” Sam said and put a hand on his shoulder.

When they got back to the motel they just sat on their beds and just stared at the wall across the room. Dean couldn’t believe it was Y/N. When she left they looked for her for a year without success, after that they gave up because they knew that if they couldn’t find her in a year they wouldn’t find her.


Two days had passed and you kept an eye on Sam and Dean, although it was stupid to do, when you didn’t want them to find you. They were finished with the case they were here for, but they stayed to look for you, but you definitely didn’t make it easy for them. You stood behind a tree outside their motel room and listened to their conversation.

“There’s nothing about her, she’s good at hiding.” Sam said.

“Damn it.” Dean said with irritated voice.

All you wanted was to go in to the motel room because you still loved him, but you couldn’t do it.

After a while they left the motel and walked on the sidewalk next to a large forest that was across the street from the motel when they suddenly saw something moving among the trees. They took out their guns and walked into the woods and

You walked behind the trees to follow them. They went deep into the forest and you could hear something in the bushes, but you couldn’t say what it was. Suddenly they were surrounded by a dozen of vampires.

“Damn it.” Sam said. They lowered their guns because they knew they wouldn’t work. Another thing about you was that you weren’t like other werewolves. Vampires were afraid of you, because apparently your bite was deadly, but other werewolves bite wasn’t. You learned it when you bit a vampire that would drink a little girl’s blood, after the bite you gave him, he got sick, and before the day was over, he died and there was no cure, that he could find anyway.

“The Winchester’s.” the leader of the vampires said. “You have really gotten yourselves into a big mess right now.” They got ready to fight and just when the vampires would attack, you ran out from hiding behind the tree.

“Stop.” you screamed and ran in between the vampires and Sam and Dean.

“Y/N.” Dean said behind you when you were standing with your face to the vampires. You went up to the leader and looked him straight in the eyes.

“You do not want to do this.”

“But I do.”

“If you don’t leave I’ll bite all of you, and you know how that ends.” you growled. Your werewolf teeth’s was out and your eyes lit yellow. They disappeared quickly from here.

“Y/N.” Sam said. “Look at us.” you turned and their eyes got big when they saw your face. When you saw Dean’s face and he looked disappointed, you began to run away.

“No, please.” He said. “Please don’t go.” You stopped and turned around to look at them again.

“I’m a monster, and you kill monsters.” you said, and your face turned back to human again.

“Y/N, please don’t leave again, please.” Dean said. You gave them the address to your apartment and then you disappeared from the forest, leaving them there.

A couple of hours later, you heard the car park outside the apartment house, so you opened the door so that it stood ajar. When they reached the door, it took a while before they opened and came in.

“Hello.” They shouted both at once.

“I’m in the kitchen.” you replied, and after a while, they came out to the kitchen. You stood with your back against them and made coffee and then you felt the smell of the guns they had in their pants. “Are you going to kill me?”

“No.” Dean said.

“Then why do you have your guns?“ you asked as you turned around.

"We’re just being cautious.” Sam said. “Would it be easier if we put them on the counter?”

“Yes it would.”

“Okay.” They said and put the guns on the counter.

“Take a seat.” you said, and they sat on each side of the table. You poured coffee for you and gave them their cups, while you stood and leaned against the counter with your coffee cup in your hand.

“Are you not going to sit?” Dean’s eyes met yours.

“No, I’ll stand.”

“When did this happen?” Dean asked.

“Before I left you. It happened when we hunted those werewolves, one bit me.”

“Is that the reason you left?” Sam asked.

“Yes it is.” you replied. “I’m not like other werewolves, I just don’t turn when its full moon, I can turn whenever I want to and werewolves are not supposed to do that.”

“You can turn whenever you want?”

“Yeah.” you said and looked at Dean. While they took everything you said in, that you were a different werewolf who could kill vampires with your bite, it was completely quiet. It was quiet for almost twenty minutes before Dean broke the silence.

“I looked for you for a year, we looked for you.” you looked down at the floor and felt so shitty.

“I’m really sorry, but I couldn’t stay, not like this, if it helps, I never stopped loving you” when those words left your mouth Dean looked you in the eyes.

“I never stopped loving you either.”

"I’m sorry, but I have to ask.” Sam began. “Have you ever eaten a human heart?” They both looked at you.

“No, never.”

“You’ve never been tempted to?”

“I didn’t say that. It was very hard in the beginning, so I stayed inside as much as I could. But it’s much easier now. ”

“What do you eat then?” Dean asked.

“Animal hearts.” you said and drank the last sip of your coffee. You put the cup on the counter and then went and took a seat on the chair that stood on the edge of the table. “You have no idea how afraid I was that I would hurt someone, or how many times I wanted to end everything.”

“You wanted to die?” Dean looked at you with sad eyes.

“This is not really the life that I wanted, or thought I would have. I found myself countless of times sitting in that couch with a gun in my hand, but I couldn’t do it. "you said and turned around and looked at the sofa.

"I just wish you wouldn’t have left us.”

“So if I had told you back then, what would you have done?” you asked and looked at them both.

“I don’t know, this is a complicated thing.” Sam said and you nodded.

“Well, what do you want to do now?”

“Well, you haven’t hurt anyone.” Sam began and Dean continued. “So nothing’s going to happen.”

“So you’re going to let me live.”

“Of course we are, we know you.” Dean said.

“Yeah, but I’m still a monster.”

“You’re not like others.” Dean said and put a hand on your thigh. You looked into his eyes and it was as much love there as before you left him.

“I should go, let you have some time alone. I’ll see you back at the motel.” Sam said. He took his gun from the counter, said goodbye and left your apartment.

You got up from the chair and Dean did the same. He stared at you and suddenly he backed you up against the wall and locked eyes with you.

“God I still love you.” He whispered and pressed his lips against yours in a slow kiss.

“Dean.” you said and pushed him off a little.


“You don’t want this.” you said.

“Yes I do, because I love you.”

“I might hurt you, I haven’t …” He interrupted you by putting a finger to your lips.

“You don’t need to be afraid of hurting me.”

“Dean I’m not like I used to be, I’ll have more strength now, I might be too rough"

“If you’re too rough I’ll tell you.” With those words, he pressed his lips against yours again. He grabbed at the bottom of your shirt and pulled it over your head. When he had thrown it on the floor, you took hold of his flannel shirt and pulled it up so the buttons flew off.

“Your eyes.” He said and put his hand on your cheek. “They’re yellow.” you looked down at the floor and felt ashamed. “No, they’re beautiful.” you looked up again and he had a smile on his face.

“You really think so?”

“Yes I do.” after those words he connected your lips again.

He undid your bra and pulled it off, after that garment after garment disappeared until you both stood there naked and kissed. You got tired of that everything went so slowly, so you pushed him away from you and shoved him back against the wall.

“You weren’t kidding, you are rougher, and it’s sexy as hell.” He smiled and grabbed your hands and pulled you away towards the kitchen island. He turned you so you were standing with your back to him and suddenly he pushed into you without warning.

“Ahh.” you groaned. He pushed you forward so that you were lying with the upper body on the kitchen island as he sped up the speed. “Omg Dean… HARDER.” you moaned with high voice, and he went harder.

Suddenly he pulled out of you, turned you around and shoved back into you. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around him and he carried you into the bedroom. He got on his knees on the bed and slowly lay down while you still had your legs around his waist.

He started pumping in and out of you and you couldn’t stop moaning and neither could he.

“Y/N.” he groaned.  “I love you.”

“I love you too”

You rolled around so you were on top. You raised your hips up and down his hard cock and he placed his hands on your hips. You could feel how close your orgasm was and suddenly a growl left your mouth and he looked up at you.

“Your teeth’s.” he said, and you knew your werewolf teeth’s was out and that your eyes was yellow, but you didn’t care.

“Dean.” you growled and moaned as the orgasm washed over you and you came hard on him and he came soon after you, soothing rope after rope of seed into you. When the orgasm was over you fell down on top of him. You could feel your werewolf teeth’s withdraw and your eyes got back to normal.  

“That was… that was something different.” He said and you could sense the smile on his face.

“Yeah.” you said and raised your head to look at him. After a while you sat up on top of him again. He was soft but he was still inside you. You raised your hips and he slid out of you, then you sat down on his waist.

“Are you coming with us, back to the bunker?”

“I don’t know, Dean.”

“Please, I can’t keep living without you.” He looked into your eyes.

“Dean, I’m a monster.”

“I still love you, monster or not.”

“You really want me to come with you?” you asked and looked down at him.

“Yes I do.” He smiled up at you.

“I guess I’ll come back with you then.” When those words left your mouth his face lit up. He pressed his lips against yours and said “Thank you.”

(This story is written by me, and no one else is allowed to use it for any purpose.)

Good God Y’all - Part 1

Word Count: 4676

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, SPN type violence 

A/N: Feedback much appreciated

Series Rewrite Masterlist

Three days. Three days you’d been practically ignoring everyone. Bobby was mute, staring out his hospital room window. You were lying in his hospital bed; twirling the ring Dean had given you for Christmas around on your finger, not saying a word. Bobby wasn’t bouncing back from this, as much as Dean wanted to believe he would. You heard Dean approach Sam who was standing in the doorway watching you, but you couldn’t be bothered to even look at him.

“It’s been like three days now?” Dean questioned. Sam sighed in response. “We gotta cheer him up. Maybe I’ll give him a back rub.”


“Well…maybe I’ll give Y/N a back rub then.” Dean shrugged. “Look at her, man. She looks…lost.”

“Look…” Sam sighed and glanced over to you then back to Dean. “I think we might have to wrap our heads around the idea that Bobby might not just bounce back this time. I think Y/N’s done that. Or is trying to do that.”

“What’s in the envelope?” You questioned, finally turning your attention to Dean and Sam. Dean gestured you over and you grudgingly obliged, trudging over next to him. He held his arm out and you fit yourself into it, letting him comfort you in some small way. He placed a kiss to your forehead before reaching into the envelope and pulling out an X-ray.

“Went to radiology. Got some glamour shots.” He pulled the X-ray all the way out, revealing an X-ray of his ribs with all sorts of strange writing and sigils on it. “Let’s just say the doctors are baffled.”

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Thank You

A/N: Aight so here’s a little vanilla Cas smut for Smut Appreciation Day (which I am late for, courtesy of my bitching father and overall exhaustion yesterday). I wrote this quickly with the hopes that I’d have enough time to write another piece or two before I pass out tonight, so it’s not as good as I had originally planned. ;( Nevertheless, here’s this! (If y’all want s’more smut, I reblogged all of my old smut I’ve written, if you haven’t read them all.) 

Word Count: 2170

Warnings: Pure smut. No plot. The tiniest bit of fluff all the way at the end. A tiny peek at shy!Cas. Oral and fingering (female receiving). Some graceplay. (Is that what it’s called?)

Summary: When [y/n] sits down one night to teach an angel how to play Poker, she doesn’t expect to stay in for the evening. But, after one thing leads to another, Castiel and the huntress are spilling secrets that they never thought would see the light of day. Words become actions, and they find solace in each other in ways they never thought they would. 

(Shitty summary lmfao.)


The first kiss was tentative, exploratory, unfulfilling in its lightness. His lips were warm, soft and pressed thin with nervousness. The scruff of his cheeks tickled her fingers as the pads of her digits passed over his jaw and chin. He released a shaky breath, the hot puff of air against her lips sending a pleasant shiver down the column of her spine.

“[Y/n],” Castiel murmured, the nearness of his mouth brushing over her own. Politeness would dictate that she pull away, give him a moment to absorb what was happening, what he was experiencing, but she slipped her fingers into his hair, determined to pull closer. He groaned at the dull edge of her nails as they scraped tantalizingly over his scalp; not hard enough to be painful, but too light to be truly pleasurable. Still, as she pressed closer to him, her knee tucked between his legs, she could feel the rigid length of his cock as it pressed against the side of her thigh through his trousers. His hands found her waist then, caution thrown to the wind, and the second kiss was nothing like the first.

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No Matter Where You Are - Part 1

Summary: You have spent years with Sam and Dean. Recently, Sam has ended the trials and you are ready to go out on a hunt when Cas needs help with the angels.This whole series is based of my new obsession with this SONG

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean, Cas

Pairings: Dean X Reader (Eventually)

Word Count: 3200

Warnings:  Language, angst

A/N: I turned out two fics in two days, Whaaat? Thank you guys so much for reading. I’m really excited for this series…All the angst.

This takes place between where Sam gets rid of Gadreel and Dean has the MoC.

Tags are at the bottom. If you would like to be put on my Forever Fic Tag List, please let me know!

Originally posted by superuunatural

Reader’s POV:

“Ahhh!” You squeal as a hand grabs you from out of the shadows, barely able to process it half asleep, glass of water you had just trudged to the kitchen for falling from your hand. Lashing out, you go to punch but are deflected, met with hysterical laughter as your heart pounds in your chest, “Goddammit Dean!”

“You should have seen your face.” His laugh booms off the stone walls, tears coming from the corners of his eyes, not even trying to compose himself.

You smack his shoulder, annoyed by the eldest Winchester’s shenanigans, “What the hell did you do that for?”

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Twins?! (Dean X Reader)

Summary: You try to ease your back pain by taking a shower/bath, and then your water breaks.

Word Count:1321

Warnings: Mentions of Blood, A little kissing in the bath? (Don’t know if that should be a warning)

A/N: This was written in congratulations of Jensen Having twins! Congrats! I think the names are amazing. I didn’t know the reason behind that boy’s name, so I kinda just went with something I heard before, on another blog, so please don’t get angry if that’s not the real reason.

Also; Feedback is always appreciated xx

“Dean, Honey, I’m going to take a shower” you called, hoping he could hear you. You and Sam had been doing Research all day, and you were straight exhausted. “I’m going to take a shower, I’ll be back Sammy” you smiled, getting out of your chair. You walked into the room you and dean shared, and started grabbing clothes you were going to change into. You grabbed a light pink oversized shirt, and a pair of leggings that went a little above your knee. Smiling contently, you started to walk towards the bathroom, but you walked straight into the crib, stubbing your toe. “Ahh” you hissed, feeling it hurt. Sitting down on the bed, you tried to pull your leg up towards you, but your bump got in the way. “Baby Girl, you okay” dean asked, breathing heavily from running into the room.  “Yeah, Baby, I’m fine, I just stubbed my toe on that damn crib” you scoffed, eyes staring at the crib. Dean laughed, shaking his head a little. “Here, Let me help you get to the tub” He smiled, extending his hand, you taking it and following him. Once in the bathroom, you started stripping your clothing, Dean doing the same.

“You’re joining me?” you questioned, not expecting him to join you. “Yeah, I’m always on a case, or studying for a case, I need to spend more time with you before the baby comes” he smiled. He started running the water, making sure it was hot enough for both of you, then slowly got into the shower. Slowly following, you finally got into the shower, making sure not to slip, and fall.

“See Princess? Isn’t this relaxing” he smiled, turning you around so your back faced him. “Baby, I wanted to take a bath” you pouted, turning towards Dean, pouting a bit. “Princess, I’m sorry, this’ll be fun” he smiled, trying to make you feel better. You smiled lightly, your back starting to hurt, you needing to sit down. “Baby” You wined, it hurting more. Carrying a Child was a lot more work then you thought it would be, but it was worth it, you and Dean finally had a baby. “Sweetheart” Dean cried, worried. He helped you sit down, and starting to turn the Shower into a bath. You slowed your breathing, trying to not make it hurt so badly. Dean lowed himself behind you, rubbing your back slowly, as the water started filling up the tub.

“Let me get some bubbles” Dean laughed, standing up, and going to get some Soap for a bubble bath. Once he returned, he started pouring the liquid into the bath, and started mixing it into the water with his hand, bubbles forming instantly. He put the soap on the counter, and joined you once again in the bath. “The Baby doesn’t like showers” dean chuckled, slowly getting behind you in the bath, trying to be careful not to hurt you. “I guess” you laughed. He slowly rubbed your back, leaving little kisses along your neck, you moaning slightly. “Dean-“you started, but he cut you off. He slowly got up, him facing you now, and continued leaving kisses down your neck, you breathing heavy. He lead his way up to your lips, and moved his thumb over them, leaving them tingling, then brought his lips you yours. It was like your first kiss all over again. It was magic, seeming like something new, something exciting, before you felt the baby kick. “Dean” you laughed, pulling him away, “The baby kicked” you smiled, bringing his hand towards were the baby kicked you. He smiled, biting his lip in the process, as the baby kicked his hand. He continued to be amazed by the baby, and all it could do. “I’m 9 months Pregnant baby, what did you think the baby could do by now?” you laughed. “I-I didn’t think they started kicking until they were born” he smiled, still amazed. Suddenly, you seen blood flood into the water, you getting worried. “Baby” dean said, standing up, helping you also. “We need to go to hospital” you cried, getting out of the tub, and throwing on clothes as fast as you could.

“We need A room fast, my Wife’s bleeding” Dean said as fast as he could. The nurse just simply smiled, and looked at you. “Honey, that means her water broke, looks like you’re having a baby” she smiled, grabbing a wheelchair, and walking towards you. You stood up, holding your stomach, and sat in the wheelchair, as the nurse wheeled you to your room. Once in the room, she sat you on the bed, checking to see how dilated you were “It looks like you’re only about..” she paused for a second and looked at the computer screen. Dean was squeezing your hand, obviously nervous. “You’re about 4 Centimeters” she smiled, snapping off her gloves and throwing them into the trash. “I’ll be back in a few to check on you again” she smiled, exiting the room.

“You need to push, Y/N, the baby is coming” the doctor said, quickly, trying to make you push harder. “Baby, I-I don’t think I can” you sighed, as Dean pushed the hair out of your face, and behind your ears, “Yes, Yes you can” He smiled, trying to encourage you, as he took his hand in yours, giving you a little kiss on your forehead, as you continued to push, screaming out in pain, squashing Dean’s hand. “He’s here” the doctor smiled, holding up a baby boy, him screaming at the top of his lungs. You both smiled, as they went to go make sure everything was okay. “I-I thought we were having a girl?’ Dean questioned, walking up to the doctor. “I’m Sorry, sometimes we get the images wrong” the doctor smiled apologetically. “Dean” you screamed, clutching your belly. Dean ran over to you, grabbing your hand as fast as he could. “Baby Girl, what’s wrong” he questioned, worry plain on his face. “It-It feels like another Contraction” you winced, clutching your stomach. “Doctor, she had the baby, this shouldn’t be happening” dean asked, worried. “No, It shouldn’t” the doctor said, rolling back over to you, a puzzled look on his face. He took out the Ultrasound machine, and scanned it over your belly.

“Oh my” he said, slowly. “I swear to god, if you tell me my wife’s dying-“ he started. “No, No sir, you have twins” the doctor smiled, rolling back over to you, telling you to push again. With all your strength that you had left, you pushed out the other baby- the one you were expecting. “Dean ran over to the babies, watching them in amazement. “Dean, what’re we going to name them?” you questioned, You had already decided on the girl’s name Arrow Rhodes. Dean had thought of it, you agreed instantly, you thought the name had power, meaning. “The Little boy?” Dean questioned, walking over to you, sitting by your side on your hospital bed. Your eyes starting slowly closing, then opening back up, you wanting to hold your babies. “Oh How about Zeppelin?” Dean questioned. “Dean, we’re not naming our son after your favorite band” you sighed “Come on y/n, please” Dean whined, grabbing your hand and leaving little kisses on it, still looking up at you as he did. You were too tired to argue, you just had twins, and barely any sleep in the last few hours. “Fine, Dean” you sighed. He jumped for joy, as he went to fill out the birth certificates, gleaming with joy. You watched him, as he smiled, at the nurses, them congratulating him on being a dad, his eyes sparkling. “Would you like to hold them?” you glanced up, and seen a female nurse holding both of your babies, you glanced up at her, and smiled, opening your hands, and finally getting to hold your babies.

Sweet Home Alabama (Dean x Reader)

A/N: This is for @deanwinchester-af​ ‘s 25 Songs Challenge. I picked SHA, so here’s this fluff-ball of a drabble-y-thing. Feedback is appreciated; send in requests if you have any! Lmao I’m sorry this is so late. It’s late by a week and a half. Oops. :( -Admin Sammi

Word Count: 1514

Summary: When Dean hears some god-awful singing coming from the kitchen, he decides to help the damsel with her vocal skills using his elusive and rarely seen guitar skills. Little did he know that he would walk into that kitchen a troubled man and walk back out with a weight lifted off his shoulders. 

Warnings: fluff. all the fluff. it’s all fluff. if you like tilt your head like 46.77 degrees to the left you might be able to discern some angsty subtext background information, but other than that, it’s. ya. all fluff. 


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“Big wheels keep on turnin’, carry me home to see my kin! Singin’ songs ‘bout the south-land, oh how I miss ‘ole’ ‘bamy once again– and I think it’s a sin…”  She can’t help but to sing the song as it comes to mind, her own drawl accenting the song of her home state. There was no accompanying music, nothing to guide her along and give her the right rhythm. It was simply [y/n], in her most relaxed, unreformed state, standing before the stove, skillet in one hand, spatula in the other, as her hips swayed to a beat that only she could hear. Dean stood on the threshold to the kitchen, dumbstruck by her voice and its off-kilter warble when she hit a note that was simply too difficult for her to pull off without the accompaniment. He watched her quietly, lips pulled up in the first genuine smile he had mustered in– weeks.

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under the cut there are 27 small/medium gifs of camila mendes as veronica lodge in riverdale. all gifs were made by me. this gif hunt should be updated episode by episode. these gifs are for rp purposes only, please don’t claim as your own or use them for crackship gifs, but feel free to make gif icons from them, and i’d appreciate it if you could like or reblog this post if you found it helpful !

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Lullaby-Part 9 (Conclusion)

Summary: Dean and you deal with the aftermath…Just read it, I don’t want to give anything away. ( PART ONE ) ( PART TWO) (PART THREE) (PART FOUR) (PART FIVE) (PART SIX) (PART SEVEN) (PART EIGHT)

Prompt: inspired by @deanwinchesterxreader

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean X Reader

Word Count: 2000

Warnings: Language, ANGST, DEATH, pregnancy!complications, Depression, self-hate

A/N: Hope you enjoy! I’m really sorry…ANGST and TRIGGERING  Please know that I am warning you now.Any feedback is appreciated, also if you wouldn’t mind liking and rebloging.I am so thankful for all y’all reading this series.

The inside of your nose feels dry and itchy, the stench of bleach filling your nostrils, everything smells too clean. There was a faint beeping and something was warm against your thigh. Your eyes didn’t want to open, lids heavy. What the hell was happening?

You force your eyes open, blinking frantically against the harsh white light. What was going on? You couldn’t remember anything besides going to bed with Dean. Where the hell?

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Movie Nights Are Made for Sleeping (Dean x Reader)

A/N: Okay this is a totally random drabble I did for the sake of relieving my own stress. We had quarter exams and stuff today, plus tonight’s episode (!!!) just. Phew. It isn’t my greatest work– personally, I could probably do better, but I developed a huge migraine right in the middle of writing! So, fun fun. Anyway, here’s something for all of you Dean fluff lovers (like myself.) If there are any grammar mistakes, I’m really sorry. Tagged blogs that I think will appreciate Dean-stuff are at the bottom! -Admin Sammi

P.S.: (Don’t be afraid to inbox us or message us or anything– and send in asks, submissions, requests, whatever! Feedback and stuff is super duper appreciated!) 

Word Count: 909 (Holy crap this is short lol. Shortest thing I’ve ever written.)

Warnings: None, really? Fluff fluff fluff. This is all just fluff. 

This is basically from Dean’s PoV. 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader

When Dean pulled [y/n] down onto his bed that Friday night, he’d had every intention to finish the movie they had been watching. He’d followed the beginning scenes with a childlike enthusiasm, his eyes flicking over the screen as he frantically absorbed everything that was happening. But when the stroking of her fingers against the scarred skin of his arm– a habit she exercised on him subconsciously– began to slow and soften, he couldn’t help but to glance over at her. She lay against one of his pillows, her free arm cradling it against her head while the other reached out to him and lay across his lap. From where he sat, he could see the fluttering of her eyelids; the soft line between her brows began to relax as her countenance slowly slackened with oncoming unconsciousness. When she released a long, soft breath, and when the tension slowly eased from her shoulders, Dean lowered the volume of the television until the noise was merely a background static.

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Summary: This is for my @faith-in-dean challenge…You are an ex-hunter who once hunted with the Winchesters. 

Prompt: “What if I stay?”

Characters: Dean, Reader

Pairings: Dean X Reader

Word Count: 3300

Warnings: Language, Smut, Unprotected sex, fingering, oral, fluff, smidge of angst

A/N: I really, really enjoyed writing this fic…Please let me know what you think! 

Brushing your hair away from your face, you continue to read the newspaper, trying to catch up on the local news. Nothing ever changed in this little, drive by town in the middle of nowhere…But, hey, the gossip was always entertaining at least. You hadn’t been to bed yet and this was your break. A sip of coffee, the slight burn down the back of your throat, and your phone buzzes on the counter-top. You look at the caller ID, staring for a moment, considering not answering. It wasn’t because you didn’t want to talk to him, it was because you didn’t want to stop once you were.

Sighing, you hit the green button, “Hey.”

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you can make a million photosets and there are a million quotes explaining just how exactly it is that you write a ‘strong female character’

but honestly i think the key is just to have many. if pam beasley had been the only woman on the office her soft-spokenness would have been seen as one-dimensional - but pair her up with strict angela, with abrasive jan levinson-gould and with goofy holly, pam suddenly feels a lot more realistic

if ginny or hermione or even dolores umbridge or molly weasley had been the only women in harry potter, think of how frustrating their characters would have been. but throw them all in together - and suddenly there’s a depth to the whole story that feels so much more believable, because when you only have one woman, you’re saying that all women are feisty or are bookish or are frumpy evil megalomaniacs or are warm mothers

in real life, there is an infinite variety of women who make different choices and different mistakes. when you have a movie or a tv show or a book that has a limited amount of women - they almost always feel flat and one-dimensional, because, in a way, they represent all of the women in that particular universe. but if you have multiple women? bam! it’s hard to write a bad female character when you have enough of them that they feel varied and interesting