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The Arrangement (Part 13)

Originally posted by yaelstiel

Summary: you head to the only safe place you can think of. A talk with your father gives you the courage to return to work, where Dean finds you immediately. But he’s not expecting your reaction. Charlie and Cas come to the rescue.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,900

Warnings: Language, ANGST, general sadness, betrayal…

A/N: Bad to worse, kiddos. Buckle in for some serious angst. Please don’t hate me. I promise I’ll make it up to you…

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Read It Wednesday

Week 15! I’m finally starting to catch up on series, so hopefully you’ll start seeing your own in here! Note that drabbles are no longer included due to the length of the recs. I hope y’all enjoy this weeks compilation. 

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Just Roommates (Part 2)

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Summary: Dean and reader are at odds with each other as they attempt to rescue Sam…

Part 1

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,000ish

Warnings: lots of language

A/N: Flangst, definite flangst incoming…


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12x10 Coda

Dean downs what’s left of his third beer and sets the bottle on the table, sighing heavily. Sam is already in his room – said something about wanting to read, or watch something, or whatever, and Dean pretends he doesn’t know that Sam was just trying to give him and Cas some privacy.

Dean looks at Cas, but if Cas is aware of someone’s eyes on him, he doesn’t show it. He’s nursing what has to be his seventh beer, and he’s nowhere near even slightly tipsy, which Dean supposes figures, angelic tolerance or whatever. Cas’ gaze is unfocused, and he hasn’t said anything in over half an hour, now. Dean wonders what’s going on in his mind, even though he figures it makes sense that Cas would be… lost in thought? Possibly upset? It’s been a long day.

Ten minutes come and go, and when Cas’ silence hits the forty-five-minute mark, Dean knows he can’t take it anymore.

“Alright,” he says, leaning forward and trying to catch Cas’ gaze. “Tell me.”

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The One With the Baby Fever

Another one shot coming ‘atcha!! also, side note, I am like so in tune with Brie and Daniel’s baby stuff. Like I watch the youtube videos and stuff, and I’m just so excited for them. and I don’t even know them??

this was roughly 16 pages in my notebook? so  i’m pretty sure this is the longest thing I’ve ever wrote. and I wrote in a bit of Dean’s pov so be aware of that *finger guns*

Dean Ambrose x Reader

While meeting Brie Bella’s new baby, Dean starts to feel some type of way.

There is now a part two!!! this is going to be a mini series.

Originally posted by stellarollins

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Dean Ambrose - Happiest Man Alive.

Dean Ambrose - Prompts #20 “I’m pregnant” and #37 “You’re lying”

Request for - @ryleeroseb4

Warnings - Fluff, Pregnancy (is that warning idk)

Word Count - 2000 Words.

Originally posted by iamed04

Today was a big day, it was Smackdown live and your long term (3 years to be exact) boyfriend Dean Ambrose had a title shot to become the 2x Intercontinental champion. You so badly wanted him to win, it would be the perfect set up to tell him about your long awaited 3 month pregnancy that you had been waiting to surprise him with. You see, you and Dean had been actively trying for a baby over the past year. Although it was hard considering you were also on the road with him as one of Smackdown Live’s make up artists. It was safe to say it was pretty early to be trying for children but you both knew you had found ‘the one’ the moment you saw each other. When you two had first started trying you were both extremely naive thinking it was going to all happen quickly, but you were both very wrong. There had been a few complications along the way - some hard to swallow and others well, they just mean’t you got more time in bed with your man

But low and behold after many months and weeks of quite literally relentless (but incredibly fun) trying; you were finally pregnant. You had been bursting to tell him since you found out when you were just 2 weeks. But you had contained yourself and waited for the 3 month ‘safe point’ now was just a waiting game of pin pointing the moment you were going to tell him. But tonight’s Smackdown match up provided that perfect opportunity - that if everything went to plan.

You were currently backstage with Dean’s best friend Roman and his daughter Jojo, you were both ‘hiding’ from Dean due to the fact Roman was still meant to be with Raw on tour but he opted to come see his brother after a long time apart and you were meant to be wrapped up in bed after a faux illness you had suddenly contracted; this morning you had told your boyfriend you that you felt deathly sick (which wasn’t a lie with morning sickness and all that) and you probably wouldn’t be able to make it to his match tonight. You must admit you felt overly guilty when you saw the dimples from his unusual morning smile disappear as you told him you couldn’t make it, but those feelings instantly went away as soon as you look at or even felt the 12 week scan in the back pocket of your jeans. Or remember that your elaborate surprise would fix a permanent grin to his features for a long long time. Roman was the only person who knew about your pregnancy and he only found out an hour or so prior to meeting him at Smackdown - but you had sworn him to secrecy, not even allowing him to text his wife or Seth, you didn’t want people knowing before the person that deserved to know the most.

~Match Time~

As soon has Maryse’s hand connected with Dean’s cheek your heart sunk - instantly recognising the imminent disqualification heading The Miz’s way obviously resulting in him retaining. You looked over to Roman who at first appeared pre-occupied with little Jojo, but you could see the same look on his features as the one you felt in your stomach. The nauseous feeling only became worse when you saw the ref raise his hand in the direction of the time keepers area, you placed your head in your hands bracing yourself for the sound of the bell - but slowly began to raise your head as the sound never came and Roman gave your shoulder a slight nudge along with a heartychuckle. Your eyes wearily glanced up to the screen to a smile formed on your face and giggle bubbled from your rouged lips as your saw Dean being as stubborn as ever arguing with ref, almost pleading the ref to not disqualify The Miz. You could see the sceptical look dousing the features of the official causing you to cross your fingers and bite the skin around your nails out of nervous habit - as soon as you saw the officials hand rest at his side signifying the continuation of the match you slowly let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding; hearing the Samoan beside you do the same.

The match dragged on and you could see fatigue setting with in both superstars, Jojo had long lost interest but you and Roman were still perched on the edges of you seats - it seemed Ro wanted your plan to work almost as much as you did. Your eyes drifted from the screen for a mere 5 seconds but were instantly diverted back as you heard a huge pop erupt from the crowd - one so deafening it even brought Jojo’s attention to the TV. You squealed in delight as you saw Dean hook Miz’s arms ready for ‘dirty deeds’, you excitement rocketed as he successfully hit the devastating DDT and the official began the three count. You rapidly slapped Romans arm as the referees hand touched the canvas finalising the three count, you hugged Roman, your heightened emotion caused makeup stained tears to fall onto his shirt.

“Y/N you have to go hide, you know he won’t be out there long” Roman’s deep voice announced pulling away from the celebratory hug. You quickly nodded in realisation and headed to the bathroom of the Dean’s dressing room, assuring you left the door open a fraction so you could see your boyfriend the moment he walked in. It was a short five minutes before you heard the two best friends. 

“Congratulations brother” Roman quite literally screamed at Dean, you boyfriend chuckled pulling Roman in for a ‘bro hug’

“Cheers man, means a lot - happy to be holdin’ the gold again” Dean mused gesturing to the title gleaming upon his shoulder. A look of fondness adorned your face admiring how happy he was - and how he was about to become a whole lot happier.

“Where’s Y/N man?” Roman questioned clearly trying to conceal the smirk creeping to his face, as Dean scooped up Jojo giving her a massive cuddle from her favourite uncle. You heart beat sped up and a feeling of warmth swarmed your body just seeing just how much of a perfect daddy Dean will be.

“She couldn’t make it, she was really sick this morning” he shrugged continuing to hold Jojo - the small girl amused by the championship upon Dean’s shoulder. “I’m waiting on the soppy congratulations text that she’s probably been typing for five minutes already” he rolled his eyes playfully - that sentence was the perfect opportunity to reveal your presence. You made one final check of you back pocket just to make sure the scan hadn’t fallen out - as soon as you felt it that beaming smile broke onto your face again.

“What sort of champs girlfriend isn’t there to greet the champ” you announced as you walked out of the bathroom door holding your arms out. Dean promptly placed Jojo down and bolted over to you; picking you up and swinging you round.

“I thought you were ill! You little bitch you lied” he scolded playfully his scruff tickling your face as he kissed your temple.

“I did not lie, i did feel sick - but i wouldn’t miss the love of my life getting what he wanted more than anything; his championship back!” you argued defensively with a giggle, pressing your soft lips to Dean’s as he continued holding you in a tight yet comforting embrace - that was until his arms loosened around you and his face become more serious.

“Babe, i promise i will give you what you want soon - i’ll make you happy, i already know you’ll be an amazing mother” he mumbled lowly his piercing cerulean staring directly into yours as he gently intertwined his still sweaty hands with your more delicate ones. You stared at him your features perplexed in bewilderment - before you finally understood what he meant; you had to try your hardest to conceal your smile before you spoke up.

“Maybe a lot sooner than we thought” you announced twirling a strand of your loosely curled hair between your painted nails. He gave you a puzzled look and placed his hand on your shoulder - daintily rubbing circles into it with his thumb; something he often did to comfort you. 

“Babe i can’t promise anything soon or tell you when it’s going to happen but -” you interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.

“I’m pregnant” you spoke loudly over the rumble of his deep voice and the background noises of the arena that all faded to silence in that one moment - a grin spreading from ear to ear across your face as you saw, Dean’s eyes light up, something not even a title win could bring to him.

“You’re lying” his voice drawled out in disbelief as his muscled hands automatically left the go of his precious title and made their way to your only minutely, protruding belly. “I can’t - i can’t believe it” he blinked rapidly as his grin widened exposing his pearly whites. “I’m going to be a Daddy!” he shouted almost at the top of his lungs before encapsulating your small frame in his much larger, herculean like one. Your small arms tightened round his large frame as tears of pure joy spilled from your eyes and onto his vest clad chest. The romantic embrace was cut short as your remembered the scan in your pocket - he gave raised an eyebrow at you as you hastily tore yourself from his embrace and reached to your pocket.

“This is why i was ‘ill’ this morning” you said sheepishly handing him the tiny black and white scan. “Three months yesterday” you smiled as his brows furrowed to study the small-scaled image. 

“Babe… why has our child got like four arms?” you snorted knowing he was bound to ask something stupid like that.

“Dean - did it not cross your mind that, ya know - that could be two different babies…” your voice trailed off towards the end of the sentence as you saw realisation set in his features.

“Woah woah - twins? You’re telling me that you’re bring two mini Ambrose’s into the world at once? Jesus Christ someone send help” Roman spoke up from the back of the room causing you and Dean to burst out in a fit of giggles. You even heard Jojo laugh a little at her fathers comment. You quickly turned back to Dean only to be met with a wistful kiss slammed onto your plump lips.

“Twins eh? I can’t believe it. I am the happiest man alive right now - all thanks to you Y/N. I love you” he spoke solemnly after pulling away from the short but love filled kiss. 

“I love you too Handsome” you beamed up at him. “However as much as I’m enjoying this huge mushy love stuff - I’d much rather enjoy some fries and a chocolate milkshake.” Smirking as you saw the disgust on Dean and Roman’s faces you spoke up again. “C’mon the twins are hungry” you chuckled beginning to make your way out of the dressing room.

Roman and Dean shared a look before shrugging, starting to follow you and Jojo - who had already left her daddy to be with her favourite auntie.

“Hey, congrats man. This’ll be the most joyful, yet most stressful thing you’ll ever experience. But trust be it’s worth it” Roman mused as he stared at you and Jojo lightly skipping through the halls; the words left his mouth with wisdom and experience causing Dean to let out a hearty laugh. Before he spoke - almost out of earshot

“All I can say is - I truly am THE happiest man alive.”

A/N: This one was soo good to write! All the daddy dean feels!! I’m also very very sorry this one took so long to upload - i’ve been ill and it made me kinda unproductive - whoops :/ But anyways i hope you all enjoy - oh and if you enjoy this i could make it into a series? I’m not sure. But happy reading! ~ Moxxii :) x

Back Roads

Originally posted by deanimagines67

Pairing: Dean x plus sized!Reader
Word count: 929
Warnings: Swearing, insecurity

Part 3 of Fat and Beautiful


Walking out of your room half an hour later, your felt like you were out of place. Rarely did you dress up anymore, especially for a date. You wore a little red dress that was form fitting, a black lace was over it. The red went to mid-thigh, and the lace just past it. It had a flattering V-neck shape, showing off your neck and collarbones, and it had a ¾ sleeve of just the lace. You wore a simple black pump to go with it, not knowing what he had planned. Your hair was in loose curls, hanging just below your shoulders. Your makeup was kept simple- a winged liner and nude lipstick.

As you moved through the halls, your small clutch in hand, all you heard were the sounds of your heels. Part of you was slightly worried, as you hadn’t been out too much since your breakdown with Sam. Being happy with yourself in the comfort of your own home was far easier than being happy with yourself out in the real world. The world that would bombard you with billboards, movies, pretty girls walking down the street, waitresses flirting with Dean, and so much more.

You paused and took a deep breath. You would do this for Dean. He loved you, and he wanted to take you on a date. Once you were a bit more calm, you moved towards the library, where you assumed that you’d find him. Biting your lip, you stopped in the doorway.

Sam looked up and his breath hitched. Dean’s back was to you, so he turned and the look he had on his face made you blush and look down. “I’m ready.” You told him, tucking some hair behind your ear.

“Wow, baby.” He smiled, getting out of his chair. He was in dark slacks, a dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the top couple buttons left undone. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you.” You smiled up at him. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” You teased him, making him chuckle.

Moving closer, he kissed you gently. “Come on, let’s go on our date.” His fingers laced with yours before the two of you gave Sam a small wave. “Don’t wait up, Sammy.” Dean smirked, making you slap his chest lightly.

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Phone Numbers

Title: Phone Numbers

Pairing: Dean x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~1.3k

Warning: light angst (h/c), super extra fluff ending

Summary: (y/n) had been dating Dean for almost two days when she overhears him bragging to Sam about all the phone numbers he scored over the last two days. Maybe she was right all along, Dean Winchester would grow tired of every girl eventually.

(A/n: This is for @luci-in-trenchcoats and her awesome challenge (Michelle’s 2K Follower Challenge). Thanks for the challenge! * grins * I got to try to write Dean for the first time – Sorry if I sucked at it. My prompt was “It’s like chicks specifically dig unavailable guys.“. || Gif is not mine.)


Originally posted by ididn-tknowwhereelsetogo

“It’s like chicks specifically dig unavailable guys.“ Dean informed his brother mostly exaggerated. The two Winchester brothers had been standing at some random bar, waiting for your round of drinks. You had send the two of them to buy the alcohol while you tried to find some place to sit in the already pretty crowded bar.

“How would you know?” Sam laughed at his older brother while subtly sending the waitress an approving look “You’ve been unavailable for not even forty-eight hours yet, dude.”

“So?” Dean raised his eyes brows in a challenge “I already scored three phone numbers.”

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Imagine...Facing The Truth

Originally posted by canonspngifs

Request: Could you do a Deanxreader based off the song Paris by the chainsmokers? Emphasis on the line “if we go down then we go down together”?

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: language

A/N: Put this under one’s that went completely off the rails…


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Without a Trace - Part 4

Word Count: 1590

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Torture, Self loathing, Canon Divergence

A/N: Sorry this took so long. I’m not incredibly happy with this and I kinda wanna table this whole series, but I hate leaving things unfinished, so…here you go. 

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“First the baby, then Y/N, now Dean.” Sam scanned his computer, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He hadn’t slept in over a day, not since he discovered Dean was missing. “This doesn’t make sense. Dean wouldn’t just take off without leaving some kind of clue.”

“Not if they threatened Y/N and the baby.” Cas said, looking up from the book he was scouring through, trying to find answers. “If he was told to come alone to protect them he’d go alone.”

“He’d still leave something.” Sam sighed. “Anything to let us know where he was headed or where Y/N and Bobby are. He’d want them found safe.”

Cas sat in silence for several minutes, suddenly slamming his book closed and staring at Sam. “Sam…When Dean ran off after Charlie died and I planted the lo jack on the Impala…did Dean ever remove that?”

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Under Your Spell

[Part 1: “Bewitched”]

content: “It’s not easy to live with a witch.”

word count: 5,881

author’s note: After participating in @destieldrabblesdaily‘s fanfiction contest last year, a lot of people asked me to continue this series and I’m honestly happy to oblige <33 And since I recently gained 2,000 followers I thought this would be a good way to celebrate!!

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It’s not easy to live with a witch.

At least some people told Dean beforehand that it would be crazy to move in with his uniquely magical boyfriend who tends to turn things that usually are very much quiet and motionless into something alive and chatty.

That he’d lose the last bit of privacy and sanity along the way and probably end up in a special ward at the hospital, talking to himself.

And yeah, sure, their concerns weren’t exactly unfounded, Dean’s able to admit that. It may seem strange from an outsider’s point of view to actually crave to live in a place that’s more or less the pure definition of madness and Dean’s honestly still not really used to the coffeemaker talking his ear off first thing in the morning or the candlesticks performing their weird and somewhat disturbing dance everytime they hear even the faint sound of a pop song.

It’s insane. It’s wild. Sometimes it’s even freaking terrifying.

But Dean doesn’t want it any other way.

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Originally posted by fictional-dreams

Imagine Dean’s reaction to you crashing Baby

~ Head Honcho


“Dean, I don’t know what happened, I’m so sorry.” You stand up and apologize once you see Dean walk into the mechanic’s shop, Sam right behind him. “The semi came out of nowhere I swerved to avoid it. I–”

“Thank god, you’re alive.” Dean engulfs you in a hug. You furrow your eyebrows and send Sam a confused look but he ignores you.

“Are you hurt?” He pulls away from the embrace and takes a careful once over your body.

“Only a couple of bruises, a little whiplash. Other than that I’m fine.” You answer, you see the worry physically rid of his body.

“Thank god.” He repeats, resting a hand on his heart. “Do you need ice or anything? Maybe some water? Pain medication? A beer?”

“No, no, I’m fine.” You quickly answer.  “Aren’t you going to go see Baby?”

“Sam can check the damaged, I just want to make sure you’re okay.” He finally makes eye contact with you. You notice how his eyes are a bit puffy and red.

“Dean, have you been crying?”

“Of course I have.” He responds. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost you… Sam had to drive because I was too worried to get out of the garage.” He admits, your jaw drops slightly. “Wait, did you think I was more worried about Baby than I was you?”

“Honestly, yes.” You truthfully answer.

“(Y/N).” He scoffs and shakes his head. “I know I make a big deal about the Impala but at the end of the day, I love you more than her.” He confesses, tears prick your eyes.

“Dean.” You pull him in for a hug.

“What’d I say?” He chuckles at your reaction.

“I love you too.” You bury your face into the crook of his neck.

Fire Is A Fickle Thing

Characters - Dean X Reader

Summary - A small fuck up on a cold winter night leaves plenty of room to fix the mistake

Word Count - 3252 (It was supposed to be a drabble. Consider this a full bouquet of whoopsie daisies!)

Warnings - Swearing, smut, unprotected sex (remember, irl, no glove, no love), I think that’s it

A/N - Again, you have @sis-tafics to thank/blame for this one. A simple conversation lead to smut (that never happens!) and that lead to this. Jill, it came out slightly different than our conversation. Hope it still fits what you were looking for :)  This is only my second fic I’ve posted, so again, helpful (and kind!) feedback is not only welcomed, it’s needed. Oh and this was unbetaed since I finished it really fucking late (early?).

Tags -   @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @salvachester @mrswhozeewhatsis @littlegreenplasticsoldier @sleep-silent-angel @awhiskeywithawinchester @writingbeautifulmen @the-mrs-deanwinchester @oriona75 @manawhaat @mamapeterson @rizlow1 @kayteonline @katnharper @but-deans-back-tho @spnjensenlove02 @aprofoundbondwithdean @impalalalalardis-1067 @whispersandwhiskerburn @misswhizzy @winchesterenthusiast @winchestersinthedrift @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @saenalife @nichelle-my-belle @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @kittenofdoomage @scarlet-soldier-in-an-impala @spnfanficpond     If you want to be added to or removed from the tags, PLEASE LET ME KNOW


You fling the front door open, cold wind blowing snow in behind you and Dean before he turns and pushes it closed against the freezing night. You’re teeth are chattering as your rub your hands up and down your arms, stomping your feet, trying to get your body to warm back up.

“Well, that was a fucking waste of time.” Dean bitches as he starts pulling off his snow packed boots.

You unwind your scarf from your neck and throw it at him, “Ya think? Jesus, Winchester, next time do some damn research!” Dean just tosses your scarf back at you with a roll of his eyes and tugs his cap off his head, his messy hair making your cold fingers itch to run through it.

He had found where your suspect was hiding out, so you had gone to do some surveillance. But he had failed to check the weather forecast and while you were out, a storm had rolled in, bringing snow with it, making you have to bail on your mission. By the time Dean had managed to navigate the slick roads back to the gravel one leading to the cabin, the road was covered with enough snow that he wasn’t going to risk getting Baby stuck. Thankfully, you had at least thought to grab your cold weather gear, and Dean was damn lucky you were a generous enough girlfriend to bring his too. The walk back to the cabin wasn’t really all that long but the snow was heavy and wet, making it difficult to trudge through. And the wind was fucking cold.

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Confidence

Pairing: Dean x Reader
Words: 898

-The reader is confident and shows off her body in the privacy of her and Dean’s room. But is much different in public. Dean wants to know why-

Warning: insecurities about body

A/N: If you want tagged in something, let me know.


You were lying across the bed just looking at random things on your laptop when you heard Dean walk into the room. He let out a low whistle, “Baby, that is a sight I love to see,” he said, eyes raking over you.

           You rolled your eyes. You were lying there in a pair of short shorts and one of his t-shirts, “You’ve seen it all before,” you said.

           “Doesn’t mean I don’t like to see it all the time,” he pointed out, walking over to sit on the bed with you, “I don’t think I could ever get tired of seeing you.”

           “Well, thank you.”

           Dean put his hand on your calf, “I was thinking about ordering in a pizza or something. You want something?”

           You nodded, “Always want pizza.”

           Dean chuckled, “That’s my girl.”

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Test Run

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Summary: Sam is cursed on a hunt and Dean and reader have to take care of him in the meantime…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: mild language

A/N: Some cutesy fluff for ya…


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Unexpected Part 2

Word Count: 1800 ish

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Cursing. Angst. Fluff. Pregnancy. 

Summary: Sam goes after the reader.

A/N: I am so pleased that you guys liked the first part so well! I am willing to continue this little series if you’re up for it… I love dadddy!Sam so much. :-) Feedback is greatly appreciated!!!

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You drove all night to distance yourself from the bunker and Sam. When you left, you could hear Dean calling after you but you didn’t look back.

The way Sam reacted had broken your heart. How could he have just not responded? The look on his face told you enough how he felt. You weren’t sure if you were going back or not. You had left all of your belongings including your phone at the bunker, only taking yourself, your baby, and your wallet with you on your little getaway.

Once your eyes started getting heavy, you stopped at the nearest motel and booked a room. You threw yourself down on the dingy bed and finally let the tears you had been holding back loose. For the first time since you found out about the baby, you quit trying to be strong and just let your sobs take over your body.

You cried yourself to sleep that night. And the night after that. On that third morning, you were all cried out. Not one more tear could escape your eyes.

Sitting up in bed with your hair in a rat’s nest, you rubbed your eyes and looked out at the curtains covering up the window. The rays of sun were so desperately trying to get through those drapes.

You wondered if Sam was trying that hard to find you.

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Babysitters - Destiel Imagine Request

Request:  I want to request for a fic .. destiel fanfic where sam de-ages and turns into a baby and dean and cas take care of him and oh my god while doing it for a while they finally confess their feelings for eachother

Characters: Destiel, Sam, Rowena (mentioned), Mary (mentioned).

Word count: 2,554

Warnings: Unedited.

A/N: It’s been a while since I wrote a Destiel fic, so I’m excited yet scared about this one, because I don’t know if I fully captured each character’s escence (mostly because I get caught on the fluff). Hope you enjoy it!

“Dean, he won’t stop crying!” Cas complained as he tried to calm Sam down.

“He was always a cry baby..” Dean mumbled, taking his brother from Castiel’s arms.

The thing they were hunting, whatever it was, turned Sam into a baby before escaping. Therefore, Dean and Cas had to take care of him while they found a way of turning him back to his real age.

“Think we should call Mom?” Dean suggested after Sam stopped crying, “I mean she said she missed baby Sam and…”

“Dean.” Castiel spoke in a warning voice, “This isn’t what your mother meant.”

“I know, I know… I was just…”

“Give her time.” The angel interrupted softly. He placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, a gesture they were both familiar with for it was Cas’ way of showing empathy.

Dean nodded, getting lost in the angel’s blue eyes until an awful smell reached his nostrils.

“What is that?” Dean shrugged.

“I think Sam evacuated.” Castiel said, wearing his usual squint.

“I’m not going to change my brother’s diapers again!” Dean fumed.

“Again?” Castiel squinted even deeper, reading Dean’s mind.

When Sam was just a baby and Dean was just a kid, John would leave them at another hunter’s house or even at a crappy motel, which ended in Dean having to change Sam’s diapers for nobody would.

It was a sad memory, but when were Dean’s childhood memories happy?  He had been alone, with his baby brother as company, growing up faster than anyone should. Castiel acknowledge his pain, taking it as his own.

“We’ll do it together.” The angel stated. If Dean’s feelings were loneliness when remembering said moments, Cas would try and make him company.

-

“Okay… Let’s do this.” Dean mumbled as he started changing Sam’s diaper with expert hands.

If Dean were a doctor, Castiel would be his nurse. The angel made sure to hand Dean any kind of supply he needed while the hunter did his job. Yes, there were some disgusted smirks from each, but they were done in five minutes.

“There you go, buddy.” Smiled Dean as he fixed the diaper for Sam to be comfortable.

Sam stood quiet and even smiley for longer than Dean expected. However, he was still a baby and, in no time, he was crying once more.

“Let me.” Castiel begged, taking Sam in his arms.

Dean sat down at the table in the war room, researching for a cure or at least any spell to age Sam back up. He was focused on the screen until Castiel’s low voice reached his ears, drifting any other thought away.

Dean stood up and walked to the next room where Cas was rocking Sam softly as he sung something in an unknown language. Dean stared in awe.

Once Sam had fallen asleep, Cas looked up at Dean. The angel blushed, unable to control his human vessel as he would like to, making Dean giggle.

“What?” Castiel asked in a rather grumpy voice.

“Nothing.” Dean smiled cheekily, “I didn’t knew you enjoyed singing.”

“It’s a lullaby in Enochian,” Cas explained, “We sing that to new born angels and kids that go to Heaven.”

“Whatever it means, Sam seems to like it.” Dean said, walking closer to the angel until they were side to side.

Dean looked down at his brother. He barely remembered how tiny and innocent Sam was when he was that age. The angel, on the other hand, had his blue eyes focused on Dean’s features, a habit he had developed over time.

“Do you like it?” Cas asked, emphasizing the second word. Dean looked up to his angel, freezing for a second by the intensity of his gaze.

“Yeah.” The well-known sex tension rose again. Both men staring deeply into each other’s eyes, their breaths mixing with the other’s as the rest of the world disappeared for the moment.

Baby or not, Sam hated that tension. They were always too scared to give the next step, leaving the whole room into an aura of tension and stress. He wanted to push them – they were so close he could easily make them kiss IF he was a grown up; but he wasn’t, and his frustration got expressed by a loud cry that took both men’s attention away from each other.

“What’s wrong, Sammy?” Dean asked in his motherly voice.

“I think he is frustrated, except I don’t know why…” Castiel calmed the baby by pressing two fingers on his forehead. “Tell me, Sam, what’s wrong?”

The exchange was far from strange to Dean’s eyes. Castiel would hum in response while Sam just stared at him. Yes, there were gestures and even slight movements from Sam, but those were the usual “baby” ones.

After a few minutes into the talk, Castiel’s cheeks turned bright red as his blue eyes widened. Dean tried to ask him about the reason to his sudden behaviour, but the angel only replied with a “I have to go” and the sound of his wings flying away.

Dean sighed heavily; he hated when Cas disappeared without any explanation. Then, he looked back down at his brother who, in spite of being a baby, gave him a knowing look.

“Don’t look at me like that, Sammy.” Dean begged, only to get a baby bitch face from his brother. “You’re a bitch, you know that?” Baby Sam tilted his head, “We’ve talked about this, Sam.” Dean growled.

-

It had been around three hours since Castiel disappeared. Dean had managed just fine, in spite of getting into silly arguments with his literal baby brother. Yes, he had cried with him, he had tried singing rock songs as lullabies and even tried to blackmail him into behaving… Of course, nothing worked as good as Cas calming Sam down, either by using his angelic powers or singing that Enochian lullaby.

“Sam…” Dean grumbled as baby Sam gave him another look, “No… I… Fine I’ll call him.”

Dean left his brother in bed. He was so tiny in comparison to the humongous bed he would use before turning into a baby, that Dean stared in awe for a whole minute before going back to his real task: Calling Cas.

The hunter placed both hands in place as he looked up to the ceiling. “Castiel,” he spoke, “I pray to you because I’m tired as hell and I’m pretty sure he wants you because you’re a definitely better baby sitter than I am and…”

“Hello, Dean.” Castiel spoke as he appeared in front of the hunter.

“Good to see you,” Dean smiled for a second before returning to his serious gaze, “why did you bail out on me?”

“Sam uh… He said something that required me to take some time away.” Castiel explained.

“What kind of things?” Dean inquired.

How was Castiel, an angel of the Lord, supposed to explain to Dean that his baby brother could tell how much in love he was with the hunter? It was insane! And not because they weren’t allowed (which they weren’t unless they got a special permission), but because Cas knew how Dean felt about angels.

“Private things.” Cas mumbled.

“Well, Sammy wants you here and I don’t know why.” Dean grumbled, gesturing towards the baby lying in bed.

The angel approached him, analysing his features and, presumably, reading his mind.

“Sam says he wants to listen to music…” Castiel squinted towards Dean, “I don’t understand why he would need me to come if you can play music for him.”

Dean felt a burn inside of him. Not because of Sam, but because he had just realized that he was the one to want Cas around, and his unconscious had betrayed him by misinterpreting one of Sam’s bitch-faces.

The angel walked over to the bureau, from which he took Sam’s phone. He searched for the music app and started playing it at a mild volume. Sam smiled and then fell asleep, like nothing had happened.

“You’re tired.” Cas observed as he turned around to face Dean.

“Well, my second in command flew away.” Dean complained.

“I’m sorry.” Cas apologised. Dean shove it off with a hand gestured and then both men went down to the library.

They sat down, one next to the other, to rest a little until Sam cried again.

“Was it easier when you were kids?” Castiel asked, breaking the silence of the room.

“Well, no… It’s kind of like the same, except now Sam seems to be less heavy.” Dean joked.

“That’s because you’re grown now, and have developed strength enough for Sam to seem lighter.” Castiel explained, like Dean didn’t know that already.

“That explains a lot, thanks.” Dean replied, acting like it was the first time he heard that. He knew Cas still didn’t know when a person knew something or not, as well as other things, so Dean would make it easier by following the angel. After all, it made him happy.

“Did you have to change another diaper?” Castiel continued to ask.

“Yup… A bunch of them, actually.” Dean replied, “It’s not the same without my angelic assistant.”

Castiel blushed lightly, looking down to his fidgeting hands. Dean followed his every move with loving green eyes.

“I won’t bail on you anymore.” The angel promised.

-

“I asked Rowena to come.” Dean informed as Castiel appeared in Sam’s room. The hunter looked worried.

“You must be in a real hurry… What happened?” Castiel asked concerned. Yes, he could hear Sam crying but it was nothing he hadn’t done before.

“He’s got a fever and I don’t know how to treat a baby’s fever… If he were older, I would just push him into an ice cold bath and give him a pill but…” Dean’s green eyes were full of fear.

“It’s fine, I’m here now.” Castiel comforter as he reached towards Sam’s forehead, curing him immediately after his fingers touched him.

“Thanks.”

Castiel put Sam to sleep, asking Dean to go to his own room and get some sleep. “I’ll take care of him” the angel promised, but when it came to Sam, Dean couldn’t rest until he was sure his brother was fine.

Castiel eventually appeared in Dean’s room. The hunter was wide awake, walking around the place nervously.

“How is he?” Dean asked.

“I cured him completely, and now he is sleeping.” Castiel explained.

“But what if he gets hungry? He is the kind of dude that snacks at midnight and…” Castiel hushed him by pressing a finger over Dean’s lips, a gesture he had never used before.

“You worry too much.” The angel remarked, “He will be fine… My only concern for now is you.”

“Me?” Dean hissed, “I’m good! Sam’s should be your only concern now! HE IS A GOODDAMN BABY!” Castiel nodded patiently.

“I’m aware of your brother’s sate,” He spoke, “but you are no better.”

Dean huffed in frustration. Yes, he was feeling like crap but he was sure that it was only because Sam was still a baby and Rowena was late.

“You’re stressed Dean.” Cas observed.

“No shit, Sherlock.” Dean replied sassily.

“I’m Castiel, not Sherlock.” The angel squinted but shove the thought aside, “You’re always taking care of the others, and you never worry about taking care of yourself.”

“I don’t need to be taken care off.” Dean argued, but the angel had his mind set and forced the hunter to lie in bed.

“Just rest,” Cas begged, “I go this.”

-

“Why isn’t she here yet?” Stormed Dean as he entered the kitchen.

“Why are you up?” Replied Castiel.

Dean looked at his angel. He was hiding something behind him, and he looked guilty as ever.

“Why aren’t you with Sam?” Dean inquired angrily.

“Sam is safe; I just came down to…”

“You were supposed to be with him!” Dean interrupted angrily.

“He doesn’t need be to watch him all the time!” Castiel replied in the same tone.

“HE IS A FREAKING BABY!” Dean insisted.

“I understand your concern, but he is fine. Trust me.” Castiel begged patiently. His voice was so soothing, it made Dean forget all his worries. “I got you some pie.”

-

“Why is he crying?” Dean whined.

“I don’t know… He is just crying for nothing!” Castiel answered.

“You drama bitch!” Dean hissed at his baby brother who was crying like he was being tortured.

“Dean, don’t call him that.” Castiel begged. Dean sighed heavily and left Sam in bed, then stood up and found himself face to face with the angel.

“I don’t know what else to do, Cas.” Dean confessed in a trembling voice.

“We’ll find a way.” Cas promised.

Another strange gesture followed, for Dean held Cas’ hand in his tightly. It wasn’t like they hadn’t hold hands in the past, but this was different; it wasn’t a handshake, or a high five, less to say a grip to save the other’s ass from falling from a rooftop. It was different.

“Thanks.” Dean melted, allowing Cas to take full control of the situation.

Cas pulled Dean into a not so friendly embrace, his mind thinking of any kind of solution possible. He had tried using his powers, but Sam kept crying like it was the end of the world; Rowena hadn’t arrived and Dean was a mess… Castiel had to think fast.

“Some parents leave the baby to cry, because they know he will get tired and stop crying at some point.” Castiel spoke. Dean looked up at him with redden eyes.

“Let’s try that.”  Dean tried to smile in vain.

They weren’t going to leave Sam alone because he was literally rolling from one side of the other in bed, which could end up in him falling. However, they did ignored his crying – which was really hard for Dean and his soft heart.

“It’s fine, he’ll stop.” Castiel repeated over and over again as he pulled Dean’s face away from Sam. “Dean, look at me.” The angel begged.

“My head aches.” Dean confessed with a weak smile. He was finally adjusting to Sam’s crying.

“I can fix that.” Cas offered, but Dean shook his head.

“It’ll go away.” Dean stated, “So this is what real parent do, huh?”

“I believe so, yes.” Castiel replied, trying to smile back at his hunter.

“Does that make us good parents?” Dean inquired jokingly.

“I guess it does… I mean, only if you want to.” The angel replied shyly.

“I do want to…” Dean spoke softly.

Suddenly, their eyes were connected and the tension was back in the air; except this time it didn’t last much. Before they could process what was going on, their lips were over the other’s, both of their scruff finding a way to become one as their arms wrapped each other.

They broke the kiss, blushing like never before. Suddenly shy, suddenly happy – it felt like the right thing to do. Their minds were so focused on each other, they didn’t realized until later that Sam was no longer crying; instead he was staring at them with a big, toothless grin on his face.

“Son of a bitch.” Dean mumbled, unable to hide his growing smile.

“Guess we know now why he was crying.” Castiel shrugged.

“Yeah.” Dean looked at his angel, holding his hand tightly.

Yes, they would be great parents one day.

Surprise, Baby (Part One)

DEAN X READER

Published - March 20, 2017

Title - Surprise, Baby (Part One)

Characters - Dean, Reader

Pairing - Dean x Reader

Summary - Dean and the Reader have been together for eight years and married for the last two of them. Due to their dangerous hunting life, the couple has yet to talk about having kids. When the Reader falls pregnant, what will happen? Will Dean be happy or not?

Word Count - 2,459

This Imagine Will Include - Slight smut, language, angst, fluff, unplanned pregnancy, more fluff, mentions of throwing up

*Gifs are NOT mine

Published - March 20, 2017



 “Oh God.” You breathed out with a wide smile on your face as Dean slipped out of you and rolled over onto his back, a satisfied grin on his perfectly chiseled face. 

“Just when I think sex can’t get any better with you. Damn. That one’s going down in the books, baby.” He panted as you chuckled, rolling over to sprawl across his glistening chest.His olive green eyes were shining brightly in the soft glow of the lamp on the nightstand. You press a kiss to his chin before looking up at him through your lashes.

“You’re amazing.” The sentence passes your lips in a quiet whisper and the smug and proud grin that crosses your husbands face causes you to roll your eyes. With a deep sigh, you grab the sheet and turn to get out of bed.

“We should get up. It’s already almost 10.” You say as you rip the sheet off of the bed to wrap it around yourself, leaving Dean completely naked on the bed, though he didn’t seem to mind so much, and if you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t mind either; the man was fucking gorgeous.

“So? We got no place to be, baby. The week is ours. I say you bring your cute little ass over here and let me make love to you again.” He smirks, but you refuse, shaking your head.

“No can do, baby. I am dying for some food, so after I shower and get dressed, I’m going to the nearest diner. Join or don’t join, I don’t mind.” You smirk as you dropped the sheet you were wearing to grab your short silk robe instead, tying the thin string around your waist. Glancing back before you opened the door, you saw Dean slipping on his boxers, a dramatic pout on his plump lips.

The Bunker’s concrete floor was cold under your bare feet as you slipped into the bathroom for a shower, making sure to lock it so your husband wouldn’t find his way inside. You knew that if that were to happen, you’d never leave the bunker.

Fifteen minutes pass before you step out of the shower, wrapping a small towel around yourself and grabbing your robe before walking out of the bathroom. When you walked into the bedroom, Dean was nowhere to be found. He was probably in the library, or makeshift living room you had put together so many years ago.

After drying off and slipping on a pair of black panties and matching bra, you pad softly over to the beautiful, wooden vanity in the corner that your husband had gotten you one year for Christmas to slap on some makeup that consisted of mascara and a little lipstick; nothing special. After throwing up your now dry hair into a bun, you quickly dressed in a pair of short jean shorts and a cut off AC/DC t-shirt. [xx] The weather was finally starting to warm up here in Kansas and you couldn’t be happier. Snow and cold air was definitely not your thing.

You slip on your worn red combat boots and grab your bag and cell phone before walking out of the bedroom and sauntering down the hall that spilled out into the library, where Dean was sitting at one of the chairs. He turns when he sees you and a wide smirk takes up his face.

Damn, my wife is hot.” He smiles and you roll your eyes before grabbing his hand and pulling him out of his chair. Thirty minutes later, you and Dean were seated in a booth at Ruth’s Diner chatting about nothing important while you waited on your food to be brought out. 

“Here ya go, guys. Hope you enjoy!” Your way-too-eager waiter smiles as he sits your food down in front of you and the overwhelming smell hit you like a freight train. Throwing a hand over your mouth, you struggle to hop out of the booth.

“Babe?” Dean asks, concerned, as he watches you stand from the table. You don’t get the chance to answer before you’re booking it to the bathroom and making it just in time to throw up in the toilet. The door opens and closes behind you and the warm hand that you knew belonged to your husband was rubbing your back soothingly.

After you finish dry-heaving, you shakily stand to your feet and let Dean help you over to the sink so you could wash out your mouth and cool off your face.

“Sweetheart, are you okay?” He asks after you finish cleaning up, spinning you around in his arms and grabbing your face in his hands.

“Yes, babe, I’m fine. I just…felt nauseous and…yeah. But I’m fine. Promise.” You say and although he looks like he doesn’t believe you, Dean nods his head and lets you lead him back to your booth.

“(Y/N/N, baby, we can leave-”

“Dean, I swear I am fine. Okay? Just, let’s eat, and then we can go back home, okay?” Dean’s green eyes were wide with concern but you shook your head and he sighed. You were stubborn as fuck - almost as much as him - and he knew that arguing wasn’t going to get you guys anywhere.

“Can I get a ginger ale for my wife, please?” Dean calls out loudly to the waitress behind the counter and you roll your eyes, despite the fluttering in your chest. Sometimes, when Dean got overprotective or overbearing, it pissed you off; you were a grown ass woman and could take care of yourself. Other times, like now, it just made you love him more, if that were possible. 

You leisurely sipped your beverage while Dean ate his food, his gaze practically glued to yours. You wanted to eat your food, but the mere thought made you want to puke again. You weren’t sure why you felt sick all of the sudden. You were fine just an hour ago! It didn’t make any sense.

“Hey, Martha, what’s today’s date?” One of the waitresses asked as she sat behind the register, writing on a piece of paper. The woman you had guessed to be Martha answered with today’s date and you widened your eyes once you realized. It all came rushing to you like a ton of fucking bricks. 

You were late. Holy fucking hell, your period was late!

Motherfucker.” You breathe out at the realization. It had totally slipped your mind that you had skipped a period. Now, here you were, almost two weeks late and possibly pregnant.

“(Y/N/N)?” Dean’s husky voice interrupted your thoughts and you looked over at him.

“Uh, sorry, what?”

“I said, are you ready to go?” His voice was laced with worry. Running a hand over your face, you nod your head before standing from the booth and grabbing Dean’s outstretched hand. He had already paid the bill, so y’all walked out of the diner and over to Baby. After leading you over to the passenger side and making sure you got in, Dean walks around to the drivers side and slides behind the wheel. After peeling out of the parking lot, Dean turns the radio down to a low volume before turning his attention to you.

“Alright, out with it. What’s wrong, babe? You’ve been quiet, and you’re starting to worry me.” A part of you wanted to lie. To say that everything was okay. But you were not a very good liar, and Dean knew it. Taking a deep breath, you look over at your husband and have to physically refrain from sobbing.

“I’m late, Dean.” You say, and Dean, being the airhead he sometimes was, answered with a gruff and confused ‘late for what?’ With an exasperated sigh, you roll your eyes and let out a quiet chuckle

“My period, Dean. My period is late.” The words leave your mouth in a hushed whisper and you watch as all color drains from his face. He doesn’t make a move to say anything, so you turn your gaze back to the window. Fifteen silent minutes pass before Dean pulls up in front of a pharmacy. 

“What…?” You trail off, your brows furrowed in confusion. Dean cleared his throat, taking the key out of the ignition and turning to look at you, his expression unreadable.

“You…you’re late, right? So we should, uh, get one of those test thingies…” He trails off slowly and with a deep sigh, you nod your head and move to get out. Dean follows your lead and the both of you walk into the pharmacy and straight over to the section with the pregnancy tests. 

After grabbing three tests, just to be sure, you pay and head back to the car. You arrive back at the bunker in no time and follow Dean inside and down the stairs. The silence was palpable and you could feel your heart pumping strongly in your chest. You had never felt so nervous. Damn, you fought monsters for a living. You had the fucking King of Hell’s phone number in your cell phone, and you were nervous about taking a pregnancy test? Who knew, you could just be late for other reasons, like stress? Although you and Dean had been having nonstop sex the past two months, so who knew?

“I…Dean.” You stop in front of the bathroom door, spinning around to face your husband. He looked like he was going to cry, his olive green eyes wide and glued to your own. You couldn’t quite decipher his mood. Was her nervous, like you, or was he angry? You had never talked about having kids and after a while, you had just given it up. It wasn’t like you could bring a baby into this dangerous, life-risking life you lived anyway.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He croaks, stepping closer and grabbing your hand in his much larger one.

“If…if this test is positive…what are we going to do?”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“What I mean is we’ve never talked about having kids. I know you don’t want any, especially with the way we live our lives. I just…I don’t know-” Dean grabs your face in his hands and presses his lips harshly against yours, making you freeze in shock. Another second passes before you return the kiss, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Dean pulls away, breathless, and presses his forehead to yours for a split second before pulling away and looking down at you. You hadn’t noticed that you were crying until he reaches up to swipe the lone tear away.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, sweetheart…you’re right, I never pictured having kids. Like ever,” your heart dropped. “But things change, (Y/N/N). I love you, god, do I love you, sweetheart. More than life itself, and the thought of having a baby…yeah, it’s scary. Scary as fuck, actually. We’re hunters. The apple pie life ain’t for us, or it wasn’t. Baby, we’re having a baby! That ain’t nothing to be scared of or mad about. This baby was made out of love and it will grow up knowing of nothing else.” By the end of your husband’s somewhat long monologue, tears were streaming down both of your faces. 

“I-Really?” You managed after a second of stunned silence. After Dean nods his head with a wide smile, you throw yourself into his strong arms. 

“Alright, you should probably take the actual test now.” Dean chuckles and you nodded before ordering him to wait outside while you stepped into the bathroom to take the tests.

“Can I come in now?” An impatient Dean calls out a minute later as you were washing your hands in the sink The three pregnancy tests were balancing on the counter by the sink. This was going to be the longest fucking two minutes you would ever have to endure.

“For the love of all that is holy, yes Dean, you can come in now.” You roll your eyes playfully and watch as he practically busts into the room.

“Well…?!” He asks and you chuckle quietly as you walk into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“We have to wait two minutes.” You murmur against his chest. Placing a soft kiss on the top of your head, Dean brings you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

After two minutes, the timer you had set on your phone goes off and you’re pretty sure that your heart stopped in your chest. Stepping back, you looked up to see Dean already looking down at you, his green eyes full of love.

“You want me to look?” His voice was soft and comforting and his hands were gently running up and down your back, and in that moment you wished desperately that the tests were positive. You could already imagine a little version of yourself or your husband running around.

“No, I’ll look.” You respond with a deep breath, turning and walking over the sink. In that second, as you stood holding the small white stick in your hand, all of the air left your lungs. Your hands were shaking and your knees felt week. 

“(Y/N/N), baby, what does it say?” Dean had remained in his spot a few feet away, nervously shifting from foot to foot. Silently you turn to look at him and almost laughed out loud at the comical scared yet nervous look on his perfect face. Unable to hide it any longer, you let a big ass smile creep onto your face.

“I’m pregnant, Dean.” The sentence had barely fallen from your lips before Dean was picking you up and spinning you arms, a surprisingly loud laugh falling from his lips.

“Gah, I love you.” He whispers against your neck before peppering small kisses against the sensitive skin.

“I love you, too, Dean. So much.”

Your life was about to change drastically but you knew that if you had your husband by your side, nothing could go wrong. 


A/N : Oh God. So, as y’all can see, I suck at writing *hides under the bed*. Anyway, I hope y’all enjoyed. Lol. I am currently not taking requests, just because I’ve only just started writing and I want to be able to get my shit together before having the responsibility of having to write imagines for other people. Sorry! I promise to take requests as soon as I can. ;)

(PART TWO)

Come Home To Me

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Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam (polyamorous)
Words:  1017

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         You were alone. The feeling of being alone was worse than most anything you could go through. There were times that you felt alone when you were around people. But this was real. The bunker was empty. And you hated it.

           Sam and Dean had forbidden you to go with them on this hunt. For some reason, they couldn’t face the thought of you being there when they faced demons and angels at the same time. You, on the other hand, were a mess. You were terrified for them. And all you could think about was the idea that they might not come home to you.

           It had been a week. The longest week of your life. You had spoken to both Sam and Dean on occasion. But it wasn’t enough. And the conversations never really gave you much comfort that they were safe. You just wanted them home.

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In defense of Mary Winchester

Disclaimer: I am not trying to convince people her decisions are right. They’re not, she’s screwing up left, right, centre. I’m just trying to defend her character as it is, flaws and all. 

I’ve been seeing a lot of posts calling Mary every name in the book, saying she deserves to die, that she’s boring, that she doesn’t deserve Sam and Dean etc. Part of this hysterical reaction comes from the fact that in popular culture we have the permanent, never-dying Mother Goddess™ trope. Any woman who becomes a mother is expected to be a Mother Goddess, no exceptions. Her previous personality is all but erased.

Now, for 11 seasons, Mary has been a Mother Goddess, simply by virtue of being dead. Only Dean has any memory of her and I wouldn’t trust a four year old’s memory at all. My four year old certainly thinks I’m a Mother Goddess, and trust me, I’m not. 

Sam and Dean are trying so hard, she’s not even making an effort!

Yes I agree she’s not making an effort. What everyone seems to have forgotten is that Mary at 12x01 has just LOST her children, baby Sam and little Dean. They’re as good as dead - she was ripped away from her heaven, without her consent, and pushed into this strange new world.

She’s grieving, cut her some slack. We know this Sam and Dean - she doesn’t. And she may not want to. Think of it this way - are you ever going to march up to a bereaved parent and say - “Hey, don’t worry about the kid you lost, here’s a new replacement one! Now spend time with him!”

No. It doesn’t work that way. Mary’s children, the one she recognizes as her children are the infants she left behind. These grown men aren’t. 

She claims she hates hunting, but she’s doing it!

And? She is a good hunter, she’s a fantastic hunter. And she’s clearly using it as a means for coping because again, HER CHILDREN ARE DEAD IN THIS UNIVERSE. Is it healthy? Nope. But it’s a choice she’s making. 

She’s not spending any time with Sam and Dean!

She doesn’t know them .They’re older than her, they don’t need her at all. She could get to know them, try to love them, but I think she’s still feeling too raw to give it a chance. 

She’s betraying them! She’s working with the people who tortured Sam!

Let me say something here that may incense people. Mary doesn’t think of this Sam as her Sam. She doesn’t feel the same protectiveness because he’s just this nice, sweet older man who is technically her son.. but not quite either. She cannot possibly love him like her own. Like I said, if a random woman who is older then me turned up claiming to be my daughter while my actual 4 year old goes missing, I’d be devastated. You bet I won’t be lining up to ‘parent’ the adult, because I don’t know her. 

The BMOL gave her a reasonable explanation of a rogue agent. They’ve also promised a monster-free world. In the current, grieving state of Mary, this might actually seem like a good idea. Is it a good decision? NOPE.

In summary -

Mary is being a normal human being, thrown into a world she didn’t ask to be put in. She’s an unhappy, lost woman who is trying her best to find her feet in the world. I am thrilled that the writers have removed her halo, because we need real female characters in shows. Not just caricatures.    

I agree she’s making poor decisions. But how is t any different from every other character in this show? Why do they get a free pass?