i love you supernatural fandom

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Totally forgot to post this on here but:
To the most sweetest and courteous man I’ve ever met, Thank you! Last night was SO much fun and I’m so happy that I was able to finally meet you! Thank you for all the hugs and for taking the time out to meet and speak with us. When I asked you for a hug, you responded with “Of course you can! These hugs are always free girl”. Also when I told you that your wife has an amazing Instagram, you said “She’s amazing at everything"❤ The highlight of my night though was when you caressed my cheek, made eye contact with me, and sincerely thanked me and loved me for being a fan of yours! You also told me to keep a lookout because there will be exciting things to come! I almost cried and went to fangirl heaven! From Gilmore Girls to Supernatural, and all the Always Keep Fighting Campaigns, I’ve supported it all and I will continue to always support you. Jared Padalecki, I love you SO much and thank you for making my night❤❤❤😘

Supernatural-Connecting people

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Your blog is mostly Supernatural
You love the characters and the actors
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You are SPN positive
You ship someone or not, I don’t really care
You are active, post stuff or just reblog it
You don’t mind ships
You are looking for new friends
I can message you or send you asks
I am trying to find all the supernatural fans in here. If you know other great blogs, recommend them to me. I love you all, my beautiful family!

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I found this on Misha’s twitter account.
They finally did it.
Someone turn Destiel, in this case Casdean in to a human form….
Oh! the therapy this child will have to endure if he joins tumblr one day find the tag Casdean, or even if he enters his name in it: Castiel Dean.
Well, ladies and gentlemen, we have at least one occurrence in real life that this pair can be tougher…. Forever… As a baby’s name.
😅😅😅😅
Blessed be this new soul

Why must this man be so pretty 💕

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The history of all times and of today especially teaches that women will be forgotten if they forget to think about themselves. – Louise Otto

Here’s to all my girls.

Here’s to all my POC, LGBTQA+ ladies.

Here’s to all women that aren’t girly.

Here’s to all the girls that are still figuring themselves out.

Here’s to all my badass, independent ladies.

You are strong and you matter.

 I love you!

Happy International Women’s Day from the Supernatural fandom.

Imagine Michael being your soulmate

Word count: 675

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Request by: @ishipmichifer

A/N: This is the first Michael imagine I’ve ever done and I barely know much about character so sorry if it isn’t that good! <3

“Ghost?” you asked with hope.

“It’s not affected by iron,” Sam replied continuing to flick through endless pages of paper.

It was almost 2 in the morning, neither Sam, Dean or I have found anything about the case and the frustration within the motel room was slowly building.

You let out a long sigh as you closed another useless book. Noticing the tension within the room, you decided to grab some beers from the impala in an attempt to relax everyone.

The research felt like it was taking days to complete and we couldn’t hunt whatever it was until we knew for sure how to kill it.

Shutting the trunk of the Impala, you made your way back to the motel room with beers in your hand. As you neared the motel door, you slowed down. An eerie feeling filled your body, something wasn’t right. Your suspicions were confirmed when Deans voice loudly came from behind the door: “Who are you?” he shouted.

You reached down to your hips, hand hovering over the gun which laid there as you cautiously pushed open the door preparing for what was on the other side.

Although you were completely calm and ready, nothing could prepare you for what you saw.

Beautiful, white wings stretched across almost the entire motel room leading to a gorgeous black haired man (or angel you assumed). Instantly you felt a connection to the angel and dropped your hand away from your gun becoming enticed in his beauty.

“I… er..” you stuttered trying to form words.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Sam seemed to notice your shocked expression, Dean on the other hand, still had his gun pointed at the man who had just appeared in their room.

“You can’t see them?” you replied not taking your eyes off of the wings.

“You can see my wings?” his soft voice filled your ears as he slowly walked his way closer to you.

Dean quickly stepped in-between you two like a protective brother. “I’ll ask again, who are you?”

“I am Michael; I came to persuade Dean to let me use him as a vessel before Lucifer finds Sam yet I appear to have found my soulmate.” He locks eyes with you from behind Dean.

Even though you had just met him, you felt as if you had spent a thousand years with Michael. Ignoring his protests not to, you made your way from behind Dean and slowly made your way up to Michael, not losing eye contact.

He placed his hands down on your hips and whispered into your ear, “your soul is beautiful.”

“As are your wings,” you replied wrapping your arms around him.

Five years later

“Five years today we met,” Michael appeared behind you on the balcony of your house as you looked out to sea. His arms sneaked around your waist from behind as you leaned into his chest.

You hummed in agreement wanting to live in this moment forever.

He spun you around so you were facing each other and placed a quick kiss on your lips. His wings were slightly open meaning he was nervous.

“Y/N,” his voice was barely audible as he grabbed your hands into his, “ever since the moment I laid eyes on you I was instantly in love. When I think of the future, I can’t imagine anyone by my side but you. I love you far more than any words could ever explain,” he got down on one knee and you covered your mouth in shock as you realised what was happening, “Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes, oh my god yes!” you managed to form the sentence as tears of joy flowed from your eyes.

Michael stood up slipping the most gorgeous silver wring on your hand. He cupped your face smiling as he pulled you into a passionate, love filled kiss which lasted, for what felt like, an eternity.

“Michael. I love you.” You snaked your hands around his back hoping you could hold onto him forever.

“I love you too Y/N.”

Valentine's Day Blues

Sam x Reader

Summary: Reader is lonely on Valentine’s Day and gets down in the dumps, but Sammy makes her feel better

Warnings: fluff, smut, slight cursing

Words: 1308

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to all of my followers! Pls enjoy ;)

I sat together with my best friend Sam Winchester in a dingy bar. I sipped my beer.
“I’m so glad that the case is over,” he said. The Winchesters had recently enlisted me to rid of some homicidal ghosts. It had been quite the daunting task.
“Yeah me too,” he said. He apparently noticed that I seemed unusually quiet.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing, Sam,” I tried to reassure him. “C’mon, we should get going.”
The truth was that tomorrow was Valentine’s Day and I was alone. The holiday was just another reminder of everyone I’d lost and love I’d never have.
Sam raised an eyebrow, but nodded.


A few hours had passed and I was still feeling down. Dean had gone for a late night dinner, which left Sam and I to kill some time. I was laying on my front at the foot of Sam’s bed rereading my favorite novel yet again when Sam startled me.
“I know what’s going on with you!”
I looked back at him. I rolled my eyes. “I doubt that, Sammy.”
He crawled next to me so his face was next to mine. Sam pulled away the book from my hands and closed it. “Then tell me,” he made a puppy face. “You can tell me anything (y/n).”
I reached for my book but he moved his arm away. I rolled over and stood on my and tried to reach even further. “C’mon Sam! Just give it back!”
Sam stuck out his tongue. “Not until you tell me what’s with you.”
I fell on top of Sam and reached even further, but it was no use. Sam had captured my book. “Seriously?”
I fumbled over his wide body and he dropped the book onto the floor and immediately grabbed my waist, startling me once again. He threw me back to my original spot and rolled himself over so that he was hovering over me. “Please,” he pouted as his held me down.
Under the weight of his body, I struggled to get away. Anything to get away from this conversation. “Sam, please, make these easier than it has to be. Just leave it alone.”
I guess that Sam heard and saw the seriousness on my face because he let go.
Sam didn’t say anything else for the rest of the night.

The next morning, as the three of us were readying for departure, Dean and I stood outside in the parking lot, leaning against the trunk of his precious Impala. Dean gave me a smirk. “So you know what today is, right?”
I knew what today was, but pretended not to. “Um, Tuesday?”
Dean gave me a Really? look. I sighed. “Yes, I know what today is. A day for pathetically lonely people like me.”
“Being alone is your fault.”
I flinched. “Excuse me?”
“You could be with someone if you just tried.”
“I could say the same for you, Dean,” I reminded him.
His eyes moved away from me and back to the empty highway. “It didn’t work out.”
“There’s no one I can even be with anyway,” I said, trying to move the subject away from Dean’s failed romances.
Dean scoffed. “Not that you know of.”
I laughed at the comment. “Yeah right, Dean. Like you know anyone who’s into me?”
He stood up. “God! You’re so blind!”
“Who could you possibly be talking about?” I crossed my arms as I stood up too.
“Who do we both know that is exactly your type: tall, handsome, and a Winchester?”
I was taken by his question. “Sam?”
Dean nodded, as if it was such an obvious answer.
“You can’t possibly be serious. We’ve been friends forever. He can’t actually be into me…” I paused for a moment. The more I thought about it, the less insane it sounded. “Can he?”
“I’ll just go drive around for awhile, just go talk to him, please,” Dean said.
As he turned to go, I stopped him. “Hey Dean?”
He looked up at me. “Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
He gave me a smile and nodded as if he expected this response. I watched him as he pulled out of the parking lot and zoom away, red dust billowing behind him. I stood in the cloud and thought about the new situation.
After a few moments, I warily went back inside the motel room. I closed the door behind me. My eyes quickly adjusted to the yellowish dim lights.
Sam stood at the foot of his bed shoving clothes into a bag. He looked up at me and asked where Dean had gone.
“I don’t know. Said he wanted to drive around for awhile.”
Sam nodded and went back to his packing. After a brief moment of silence, I interrupted him again. “Hey Sam, can we talk?”
I walked towards him uneasily. I hadn’t thought that much ahead, so the situation could’ve gone either way. He stopped packing and turned towards me. I stopped closely enough that I could feel the heat radiate from his body, but far enough away that I could dart away like a coward if it ended badly.
“Sure.”
“I just want to say I’m sorry for last night. You just wanted to talk and I shouldn’t have been such a bitch –”
“You weren’t a bitch,” he interrupted.
“Yes I was.”
“I shouldn’t have pushed you. I should’ve respected your space,” he argued.
“Today’s just not a good day.”
“Today? What’s to–” he stopped. “Valentine’s day?”
I nodded and tried to distract myself from Sam. His alluring hazel eyes, his broad shoulders, his strong arms.
He reached out and held my hands gingerly, “I get it. Being alone sucks, but you’re not alone. You have me. And Dean,” he said. The last part sounded like an afterthought. It made me smile a little.
“Right. You. And Dean,” I repeated. I inched closer to his body with every word.
Sam swallowed. “Right. Me and –”
Neither of us could take the tension any more. Sam’s hands ran through my hair roughly as he pulled me closer. I moaned into it, trying to breathe him all in. My arms wrapped around his neck, feeling all the warmth of his body. I fumbled backwards onto the bed, pulling Sam with me.
He crawled over me just like he did the night before. Sam held my arms above my head as he moved his lips lower.
“Sam,” I groaned. His lips nipped at my hot skin as my hands ran through his hair. “Urghhh. Don’t stop.”
I pulled him back towards my own mouth. I craved his taste. We fumbled at our clothes as our tongues fought for dominance. He moaned into my mouth, sending vibrations through my body. In seconds, clothes had hit the floor.
Sam’s tongue danced across my sweaty body as I dug my nails in the muscles of his back in desperation. “Please, Sam…”
His hard member rubbed against my thigh. My heartbeat pounded in my ears. Sam pulled away from me and looked into my eyes. “Are you sure? We don’t have to –”
“Yes, oh my God, yes.”
Eagerly, Sam smiled as he kissed me tenderly. He pulled up towards his own body as he rolled us over, holding me in his strong arms. He rolled us over so I was on top.
He lifted me on top of him and I lowered myself onto his thick cock, filling myself up to the brim. He gave me a moment to adjust before we grinded together. It was hot and electric and everything I wanted it to be. My orgasm shook in my body.
When it was all said and done, Sam and I were nose to nose.
He pecked my nose before drifting asleep. I ran my hand over the edge of Sam’s face as he snores softly. “I love you, Sammy.”

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