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Imagine: Dean finding your accent very attractive. [x]

Dean: You should really talk more…
Y/N: What? *turns to him* But, I thought you hate it when I sass young and prove that you’re wrong. *smirks*
Dean: Yes, I do, but your accent makes it all worth it.
Y/N: M-my accent?
Dean: Yes. It’s very sexy. Specially the way you say my name.

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He sneezed. That’s what did it. Right in the middle of the incantation, Sam sneezed.

You were suddenly propelled violently backwards and hit the wall hard enough to knock the wind out of you for a few seconds, but you weren’t seriously hurt.

Sam was immediately rushing over to you, having flung the book down instantly. “Hey! Hey, hey! Are you alright?” He knelt beside you. “I am SO sorry! Oh my God… I am so sorry! I couldn’t help it–I had to sneeze and I–are you alright?”

You looked up at him and gave him a vague smile. “Moosha ferfer blin gobcha,” you said, making sure your voice sounded a little airy.

Sam’s eyes went as wide as saucers. “…What?”

You shrugged and rubbed the back of your head, muttering more gibberish.

Sam stared at you, completely at a loss. “Oh shit… Shit!” He jumped up and rushed over to the spell book, flipping as fast as he could to the page with the spell on, searching it frantically for some instruction on what to do if things went wrong.

You had meant to continue the ruse for longer, but you couldn’t contain your laughter and felt a little bad that he was freaking out… You busted out laughing and Sam still looked over at you like you were a maniac.

“I’m so sorry! SHIT! I’ll–We’ll figure this out! DEAN! CAS!”

You laughed even harder and pulled yourself to your feet. “Sam,” you choked out between giggles.

“Uh huh?” he responded thoughtlessly still flipping through the book.


His eyes snapped back to your face and you were grinning at him. You raised your eyebrows at him, knowing he finally caught on.

“I’m fine. I was just messing with you…”

He let out a relieved breath and leaned on the book on the table heavily. “You’re alright? You’re sure?” he asked, his voice still laced with concern.

You nodded and laughed again. “You nearly knocked me into next week but, yeah. I’m fine. Really.”

Sam let out another breath he had been holding in. “Good,” he said, “because you are DEAD!” He was tearing across the room to get at you.

All you could do was laugh and scream, and run away, knowing he’d catch you in an instant…

Imagine Dean gets very flustered when he tries asking you out on a date.

“What?” he snapped at you. He had looked over and your eyes had been on him. 

You drew the corners of your mouth down in a frown and shrugged. “No, nothing. I’m 900% sure you don’t want to hear it.”

He rolled his eyes and focused back on the road ahead, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. But he could still feel you looking at him and your emotions were radiating out in waves. “If you’re not going to say anything then at least quit looking at me like that.”

“I know exactly what you’re doing,” you said. “You’re blaming yourself for this and it isn’t your fault, but because you feel responsible you’re going to put yourself directly in the path of a destructive tornado… You can’t keep doing this, Dean!”

“You have any better ideas? Huh? I’m just doing what I have to!”

“No. You’re not. There are other ways around this if you’d just take the time to look for them instead of barreling in and trying to get yourself killed. You need to stop this! I want you around in the future… even if it’s just so you can criticize my driving.” You gave your brother a sad half-smile and you watched the stony look on his face soften. 


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“I can’t believe we really are taking some days off,” Sam said.

“Enjoy it while you can, Sammy,” Dean grumbled, turning up the volume of the music and lightly tapping his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Don’t be so grumpy, Dean. I know you’re excited, too!” You grinned at both brothers, knowing that they deserved a bit relaxation.


“Did you two do this?” Sam asked, the words slipping past his lips, dripping with distaste. Your older brother shrugged. His eyes twinkled with mischief but he managed to keep his expression neutral otherwise, something you’d always admired him for.

“Guilty,” he replied. 

“Why?” Dean spat. He shifted in his shoes, unable to move otherwise because of the grace you and Gabe held him with. You couldn’t stop the giggles that bubbled up in you, and both Winchester’s eyes darted to you.

“Because it’s funny!” Gabriel grinned, throwing an arm around your shoulders proudly.

“Sam, Dean, meet my little sister, Y/N,” he said, smiling wide. Both hunters narrowed their eyes at you. “You can thank her for the confetti in your room this morning, and the cats the night before.”

“You mean she’s the one that got Baby all scratched up?!” Dean cried. You nodded, grinning from ear to ear. The Winchester’s face was growing red with anger and Gabe cleared his throat.

“I think that’s our cue to leave, sis. See you around, boys,” Gabriel said. You waved a quick goodbye before poofing off with your brother, the last sound you heard being an indignant shout from Dean Winchester, hunter extraordinaire.


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A Broken Promise - Masterlist

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: This is basically pure angst.

Summary: This is set during the beginning of the fourth season, when Dean comes back from hell (sorry for the spoilers). Both Dean and the reader need to overcome their own personal traumas in order to save their relationship. 

Originally posted by foiliage

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