Thank you to staringatthesky for this plot funnybunny! Basically, an AU in which the Cullens made a run for it in BD instead of standing there waiting for the Volturi to come kill them. The Volturi are forced to rent a bus and embark on a road trip, chasing the Cullens all over North America. Demetri is driving since he’s following their mental trail.
Felix: Are we there yet?
Afton: Why would the Cullens have made a pit stop at the Mall of America?
Santiago: I’m sick of country music! Can’t we listen to some Latin Pop?
Jane: IF YOU TOUCH THAT DIAL I WILL BURN YOU ALIVE.
Sulpicia: Ooh look, there is another WalMart! Let’s stop and have a look.
Aro: *miserable* They’re all the same, dearest.
Sulpicia: Well, we won’t know that unless we stop and make sure, will we?
Demetri: Alec, for the love of Zeus will you please take away my hearing so I can concentrate?
*bus swerves on highway*
Demetri: NO I NEED MY VISION STOP IT
Felix: Are we there yet?
Athenodora: I don’t see why we couldn’t have done this in the airplane.
Corin: I don’t believe they allow airplanes on the highways here, my lady.
Athenodora: What a wretched country! I’m going to drink the blood of their king for this.
Demetri: Uh oh. I think they went into this forest to hunt squirrels or whatever.
Marcus: Good, can we go home now?
Caius: NO! We are not giving up! All you Guards get out and carry the bus through the woods!
Chelsea: I do not carry buses. *alters Caius’ loyalty* Get out and carry it yourself!
Imagine telling Dean that you have never been kissed.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 830 (ish)
A/N: This story isn’t related to any of my celebrations. It has just been floating around in my head and demanded to be wrote. I was able to work it out so that it will be a part of @one-shots-supernatural Week Four SPN Hiatus Writing challenge. The phrase was Be quiet, they’ll hear you! Hope you guys like this fluffy piece of trash! ( I know it’s late, but I PROMISE I already have the piece for THIS WEEK written too. I’m managed to squeeze it into one of my series. Two birds, one stone.) Here ya go @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog don’t judge me too harshly! Your piece would eat mine for breakfast and still not be satisfied!
We hung out with one of our artists, Ginny Hawes, and quietly watched her work while asking some questions. She’s been working at the Nick Animation Studio for “a really long time” and has been on several productions, including Spongebob Squarepants & Sanjay and Craig!
How’d you get your start?
That’s a loaded question but PJ Funnybunny was the first paid gig I ever had. I started at Hanna-Barbera working on Don Coyote in 1989. Good times :)
Favorite part(s) of the job?
The people I get to work with and their amazing selves.
Advice you’d give to aspiring artists in this industry?
Draw, draw, draw and stay current with the tools and techniques. Most of all, find the joy in your craft and it will carry you through many obstacles.
Sanjay & Craig love chicken wings. What are YOUR fave foods?
Chocolate, Mangos, Soba, Crisp Fresh Vegetables, Red Wine and Coffee.
Imagine Dean’s reaction when you suggest that Sam and Cas watch your 3 month old while you and he get a night out alone.
Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas, Emmary (OFC, the baby)
Warnings: Fluff, Angst about leaving the baby for the first time (Is that even a warning?)
Word Count: Approx. 1,500
A/N:HEY! Look at that, I DO write fanfiction! This is a part of the Life Unexpected Series. I didn’t really have intentions of continuing this story, but this popped into my head amidst my writer’s block, and I had to get it down. Catch up HERE. I’m also trying to work this story out for @one-shots-supernatural‘s SPN Hiatus Writing challenge. This week the phrase was “Technically, it wasn’t on fire!” Let’s see if I can do this.
Since the baby had been born, you and Dean had barely gotten a moment to yourselves. You could not be more thankful to have Emmary Jane in your life, but you were really starting to long for some time alone with Dean that didn’t involve feeding interruptions or emergency diaper changes. You needed to some adults only time.
So, you went out on a limb one night with an idea. You loved how protective Dean was of Emmary . He was a big part of the reason that the two of you hadn’t gone anywhere without her since she was born. He didn’t like the thought of leaving his baby girl with anyone. The last time you almost convinced him about two weeks ago, he scared the babysitter off in about five minutes. You ended up staying home and watching Die Hard which if you had to admit it, wasn’t the worst night ever.
“Dean, hear me out. I’ve got an idea about how we can go out and Emmary stay home for once,” you stated simply, placing your hands on Dean’s shoulders in an effort to relax him. You could feel his muscles tensing at the thought of leaving the baby with anyone but the two of you. You leaned over and placed a trail of kisses down his thick neck which was enough to make him relax into your touch, sighing audibly as he did so.
“What’s this grand idea, Y/N?” he asked with an air of skepticism.
You glanced over at Sam and Cas entering the room, chatting away happily about a case that they were working on. “How about we let Sam and Cas watch her?” The words tumbled out of your mouth.
“Ha!” Dean scoffed and snorted slightly, peering at the two of them. “That’s not gonna happen!”
“Come on Dean. You know you can trust us!” Sam interjected. The three of you had planned to gang up on Dean in hopes that you could all wear him down. You would wait until the last minute to spring the surprise on him. You had to get him to agree to leave the bunker first.
“Seriously Sammy? After what happened while Y/N and I were in the hospital with the baby?” Dean asked in disbelief. “You and Cas are a complete disaster when left to your own devices without adult supervision,” Dean scolded.
“Now wait a minute,” you interrupted, but Dean cut you off.
“Seriously, Y/N? You’re going to side with them after they set kitchen ON FIRE?!” Dean was indignant and digging his heels in.
Cas chimed in. “Technically, it wasn’t ‘on fire’.” Cas had done air quotes when he said “on fire”. You couldn’t help but chuckle at your angel friend.
“Not ‘on fire’?” Dean repeated, mocking Cas’ air quotes. “Then why did I have to replace the stove? hmmm?” he said looking around the room, daring any of the three of you to challenge him.
“Look Dean. You are being so overprotective. You have trusted Sam and Cas with your life and my life on countless occasions. They are family Dean. The best uncles Emmary could have ever gotten. You know they would never, in a million years, let anything ever happen to her.” You couldn’t keep having this argument. You were going to win this time.
“Accidents happen, Y/N!” Dean exclaimed, looking at you with a look of panic on his face. You could tell he was starting to give into the idea of leaving Emmary with the boys.
“Dean, accidents could happen with you and me here. The way we live our lives, you have to know that we can’t protect her from everything. I hate that as much as you do, but Dean we can’t just hide in this bunker and stop living!” you pleaded as you sat down in his lap and placed a hand on the side of his face.
Dean leaned his forehead against yours and took a deep breath. He leaned his lips closer to you so that you could feel his breath hot on your lips. “Are you sure she is ready?” he asked, his eyes still squeezed shut.
You closed the gap, covering his lips with yours. When you pulled away, you chuckled. “She isn’t the one I’m worried about, Dean.”
He opened his eyes, and they shimmered like an icy lake on a cold winter’s day. This caused your eyes to pool with tears. Dean swallowed hard as he reached up and placed a hand on your face. It was his turn to comfort you as a tear slid down your cheek. “Now, lets not get all chick flick moment, Y/N,” he laughed.
You gently slapped him on the chest. “You started it, Winchester. You love chick flick moments,” you teased. “Wait, does that mean you’re agreeing?” you asked hopefully.
“We’ve gotta let go sometime, sweetheart. Now is as good as time as any,” he smiled at you.
You shrieked and jumped from his lap, looking over at Sam and Cas. At some point while you and Dean were talking, Sam had went and retrieved Emmary because she had woken up. He was sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the library, talking away to her. Then Cas walked in with a bottle of breast milk that you had prepared for moments just like this. He handed it to Sam. Your heart swelled as you watched. You knew the two of them would be great with Emmary. She couldn’t be in better hands.
“He agreed, guys!” you said as you looked at the two of them.
“I knew you would break him, Y/N!” Sam smiled confidently as he held Emmary in his large arms. “We will be fine,” he whispered reassuringly to you as you leaned down to kiss him on the cheek.
“Dean, come on let’s go!” you hollered down the hall at him. He had went back to get ready. He knew you would want to leave the moment he agreed. You’d already been dressed for an evening out.
“I’m coming. Cool your jets, princess,” he said as he strolled out of your room. Your breath caught in your throat at the site of him. You bit your bottom lip to stifle a moan. He walked down the wall with a knowing look on his face. He knew exactly the effect he had on you, and he knew tonight was going to be a good night.
You watched him walk down the hall. He wore a black t-shirt that was taut across his broad, imaculate chest with his blue flannel sitting on his perfectly sculpted shoulders. His thick bow legs were hugged tightly by a pair of light washed jeans. You wanted to jump him right there. You could feel the heat building in your stomach and you hadn’t even touched him.
The two of you bid your farewells to the boys and Emmary and headed for the stairs. Sitting by the door were two bags. You grabbed yours and picked up the other and handed it to Dean. He looked at you confused. You opened the door and Sam shouted, “See you guys in three or four days!” You could hear Cas chuckle.
“Three or four days?!” Dean responded in panic, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to get back through the door.
“Oh no you don’t mister,” you said, shoving his chest out the door and into the sunlight. “We are getting a weekend just us. I’m already revved up just from watching you walk down the hall looking like that,” you said as you threw your bag on the ground and backed him up against the Impala. “You’re in for a real treat this weekend, Winchester. You sure you want to pass that up?” you asked, your lips millimeters from his as your hands roamed his chest. You could feel his muscles responding to your touch, his cock hardening against your leg.
He wrapped his arms around you, squeezing your ass and lifting you slightly as he kissed you passionately. “How about we get started right now, sweetheart?” he said as he pulled away, his piercing green eyes now lust blown with desire.
You gently pulled away. “God,” you sighed. “We have to get on the road. But who says the drive can’t be just as fun,” you added suggestively, running your hand over his hardened member.
He held you tightly to him for a moment and a low growl escaped his throat as he sat you down on the ground and opened the car door for you. You made a show of getting in, and you could feel Dean’s hungry eyes on you the entire time. You watched him stalk around to the driver’s side door and slide in, starting the car. You slid next to him, immediately running your hand up his thick thigh. This was going to be a weekend he wouldn’t soon forget, you thought as you leaned in and trailed kisses down his neck.
He let his foot on the gas and the two of you left the bunker for the first time without your little girl. Who knows, maybe a little boy would come from this weekend, you thought excitedly as Dean drove away from the bunker.
Line: 39.I’ve never done anything like this, but I was about to be thrown out of college and was desperate for money…
Requested by: @swordskunkle this turned smutty REAL fast. Not sure if that was your intention, but that is certainly the story that spun out. Hope you aren’t disappointed. Thank you for sending in your request. I have your other request in my box, and I promise it WILL be written eventually!
Word Count: 1,200 (this one got away from me, but I HAD to write it. The minute I saw the requested line, I knew I would be writing my first Sam smut.)
Warning: Dom. Sam, Soulless Sam, Rough Sex, Pure SMUT, language
Things to know: This is my first EVER 1st person story. Please let me know what you think. Also, I don’t know what has gotten into me, but I’m on a fucking roll. This is my 4th Imagine in 3 days. ENJOY it while it lasts, bitches.
Tagging @aprofoundbondwithdean because you always give me such great things to read with your rec. lists! Thank you!
How about one where the reader gets turned into a dog on a witch hunt, and Dean takes care of her and fluff until the spell wears off?
Characters: Reader (as a dog), Reader (as a human), Dean
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Angst, fluff
Word Count: 1,500
Things to know: At first, I had NO clue how I was going to write this request. Then this story just kind of came to me. I took a few “artistic” liberties if you will, but I hope you like it. I’m pleased with how it turned out. :)
Imagine Dean knowing exactly how to calm your nerves.
Characters: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 350
A/N: I, like many of you, am starting another school year today. I have thought about it most of the weekend, anxious to meet my new students and get to know them. I got to thinking about how Dean would respond to my nerves and doubt and this popped into my brain. This is for anyone out there who is facing something new, different, exciting, or scary. Dean wants you to know that you are cared for and loved.
Perfect Love - An Imagine Short
Good morning, beautiful. I know you are taking on something new today. You are going to kick ass. I know you’re second guessing the outfit you’re wearing. Don’t. You look fine as hell in everything you wear. You could go naked and… well don’t get me started on that, sweetheart.
I believe in you. You are my rock, the most important person in my life. Have faith in yourself and what you are capable of achieving. You blow me away every day with your capacity for love. You put up with me everyday which should be a testament to your patience and so much more.
I’ve never loved someone like I do you or believed in anyone as much as I do you. Give em hell, babe. You got this.
I love you.
You sat down the note that Dean had left on the bathroom counter with a smile on your face. Dean always knew the perfect thing to do. He knew just what you needed. You were the luckiest girl in the world, without question.
“Hey,” Dean muttered softly as he walked into the room, wrapping his arms around your waist, kissing the soft spot behind your ear.
You turned in his arms, placing your hands on his chest and stretching on to your tip toes, to kiss him tenderly. He smiled against your lips knowingly.
“Thank you,” you whispered, your breath hot on his lips. “I love you, Dean Winchester,” you smiled before grabbing your bag to start the day.
He playfully swatted you on the ass as you stepped through the door. You giggled and gave him a mischievous grin. “I’m gonna need more of that when I get home,” you laughed.
“You can count on that, princess. That’s a promise I can deliver on,” he said with a smirk. “Hurry up and go so it’ll be time for me to carry out that promise,” he said with a wink.
You laughed heartily as you stepped out the door, ready for anything the day would throw at you.
Imagine Dean trying to control himself when sleeping next to you because you’re “Just Friends”.
Characters: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Lil bit of Angst
Word Count: 1,100
A/N: I apologize in advance. This is written from Dean’s POV, first person, present tense. It may be COMPLETE garbage
This is my submission for @one-shots-supernatural SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge. The line this week was: “Is this one of those times where you want me to lie to protect your delicate emotions?”
I hope you like the way this turned out. Sorry you haven’t seen anything from me in a while! In an effort to actually get you guys something today, I have opted to make this imagine a 2 parter. Don’t hate me! Part 2 will be from the reader’s point of view.You will get part 2 tomorrow, but what the hell will happen? You can speculate in the mean time. ;)
Imagine Jensen wanting to announce your pregnancy at a convention.
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Warning: All the fluff
Word Count: 1,200
A/N: This story has been floating around in my head for AGES and then @one-shots-supernatural had this writing challenge for this week and the line I know, isn’t it great? and I thought, PERFECT. I can write my story now!
A/N: I was trying to take a nap yesterday, and this wouldn’t leave me alone. Admittedly, I couldn’t stop thinking about my photo op with Jensen in September for Dallas Con. So naturally this fic was born. Of course, for the purpose of the fic, D is happily married to some other Hollywood hunk. ;)
A/N: I was putting on my lip gloss, and this beauty came to me. And I can work it out for @one-shots-supernatural‘s challenge from last week. The line was, Oh my god! You’re in love! I had fun writing this one. I love it when quick little pieces come to me. They end up being some of my favorites.
Imagine Dean being in love with you, but you’re hesitant to give yourself away because of past experience.
Pairing: Dean x Reader, Jo and Ellen
Line: #60 I won’t give my heart to anyone, but if you’re brave enough you can try to steal it.
Requested by: @chaos-and-the-calm67, so I kind of feels like this sucks big time. I’m so out of practice with these imagines! I’m so sorry. I hope that you like it, but if you’re like, “NO Arie do it again. Do better,” I will! *sigh* Writing is hard, but I want you to love what you read. That is so important to me!
Warnings: Self-doubt, angst, fluff, mention of alcohol abuse, mention and brief description of physical and emotional abuse (not Dean)
A/N: Hey, look at that! I wrote an imagine for the first time in a week! :) It’s terrible though, you may not want to waste your time. *Sigh* This is what happens when I take a break from writing. I come back doubting myself SO MUCH. I love you guys! Thanks for supporting me. I still can’t BELIEVE there are almost 1,600 of you. *mind blown*