A/N- I kinda dodged it a bit. I didn’t add anything severe though. I know a bunch of bad words in spanish but I don’t know why I couldn’t think of them as I wrote, and the ones that I did didn’t really go with the sentence. haha Sorry about that. Tell me what you think!
Request-Hi! Can you please write an imagine in which the reader speaks Spanish and when she’s nervous and angry she curses Spanish words and the guys (Sam and Dean) don’t understand her, so they call Cas and ask him to translate and he get uncomfortable by not wanting to curse a lot, idk if it’s any good but I would like to see it , I think it would be funny idk :/
Word Count- 1189
Warnings- Profanities in Spanish?
Dean and Sam were in their motel room, while you were in yours. The hunt was done but they both had something on their minds. None of the voiced there concerns for several long minutes.
“Does Y/N always talk in another language?” Dean questioned suddenly.
Sam who had been thinking the same thing shrugged, “I… think so? I think Y/N only speaks Spanish when they’re mad,” he answered, while trying to recall all the instances you had spoken Spanish.
“So it’s Spanish? What are they even saying?” Dean asked. It was as if he was hearing you for the first time.
“I don’t know?” Sam responded quickly.
“I can do Latin but not Spanish,” Dean said, shaking his head. “Maybe… Maybe we can get Cas to translate?” Dean said in a questioning tone.
“That’s probably a good idea… but how are we going to get him hear in time?” Sam questioned in return.
They were both silent, thinking of what to do. When Dean looked up, though he had a serious expression that through his brother off.
“We’re gonna have to get Y/N mad,” he said.
Sam’s eyes widened, “You… sure about that?” he asked, hoping that Dean would maybe reconsider.
It wasn’t that they were scared of you. No of course not. They were Winchesters after all, but the aura surrounding you when you were angry. No that that scared them.
“It’s the only way,” Dean responded. Though he looked overly serious for it being just a matter of knowing what it is you say in Spanish.
Sam looked down and thought about it, “What if we just… record what Y/N says?” he suggested. Dean smiled at the idea.
A week later~
You were all on a hunt, a simple salt and burn. Though you were tossed around, you hadn’t said a lick of Spanish. In fact you were pretty silent and only grunted and moaned when you hit the walls, but other than that, nothing. Dean and Sam were surprised because you were usually so- vocal.
When it was all over, you simply sighed, pointed your blade to the sky, and said, “On to the next!”
The boys looked to one another in total confusion.
“What up with Y/N?” Sam questioned.
“Hell if I know,” Dean replied and walked toward his car, keys in hand.
Sam simply followed in suit.
You were like that for a couple of days. No shouting. Not in Spanish at least, but then it happened.
You were all in the bunker. Dean was washing his car, Sam was looking for a case, and you had just showered and were walking to the kitchen for a snack, barefoot no less. To our surprise, the refrigerator was void of any food.
“Hijo de tu chingada madre,” you muttered. Though the boys weren’t there to hear you say it, nor record it for Cas to translate. You marched straight to the garage to get Dean to go buy anything that could pass as a snack. “Dean!” you shouted as soon as you entered the garage.
Dean hearing the hint of anger in your voice, stopped everything he was doing, brought his phone out, and started recording. “Yeah?” he asked nonchalantly.
“Quien diablos se comió toda la pinche comida?!” you shouted, not noticing your change in language. Dean just stared at you in confusion, “Quita esa cara de pendejo y dime!” you shouted again.
To which Dean said, “Uh- Y/N… Maybe say that again in English?”
You were taken aback. How had you not noticed that? You sighed deeply to calm yourself, “There’s no food,” you say.
“All that turned into that little sentence?” Dean said in surprise.
You sighed again, “No- but I’m serious. There’s no snacks or anything. We have to go on a food run.”
“Yeah- alright your highness,” he huffed. He took out his keys and then looked at you, “Maybe put on some shoes if you wanna go.”
You looked down to your feet and wiggled your toes, “Right. Okay I’ll be right back,” you said as you ran to your room. You put on your socks and your shoes, with lightning speed, and ran right out of your room, but of course not everything was as smooth as you’d like. You tripped over seemingly nothing and fell over, face first.
To which, Sam not only witnessed, but had hit his record button, just in case. He got what he needed and more. He was slightly surprised by the way you sounded, terrified almost. You on the other hand, just got up and rushed toward the garage.
Later that day~
Sam and Dean were hovering over the table in the library, where their phones were. They were both opened to all the saved recordings of the day. Several at that.
“You wanna call Cas now or do you want to add more?” Sam asked.
“No I think this is enough,” he paused, “Cas, we need your help,” he called.
It took Cas a few more seconds than usual but he arrived and stood behind the boys, “What is it?” he asked.
“We need you to listen to these and translate,” Dean answered.
“Before you ask, they are recordings of Y/N. They talks in Spanish sometimes and we wanna know what they say,” Sam added.
“Yeah” Dean said.
Cas looked from one brother to the other, “Why don’t you just ask Y/N?” he asked.
“Yeah that’s not gonna fly,” Dean said curtly.
Cas sighed and nodded, “Okay.”
Dean played one first:
“Quien diablos se comió toda la pinche comida?!” you had shouted. “Quita esa cara de pendejo y dime!” you shouted again.
Cas’ eyes widened just a tad but he cleared his throat, “Here they say… ‘Who ate all the food?’ and then they say, ‘Stop making that… face… and tell me’.”
Sam scrunched his brow, “That’s it?”
Cas looked a bit uncomfortable, “There were some words I rather not say…”
“Really?” Sam asked.
“Y-Yes,” he responded.
“How about this one?” Sam asked, hitting play to his first recording of when you tripped on air and fell on your face earlier, but Cas said it was the same as before.
Dean played another one, from when you were out on the food run. A guy clearly ran into you and got mad at you for it. You of course shouted at him to no end.
Cas couldn’t finish listening to the recording. “I cannot repeat those words,” he said, his voice shaking a bit.
“What’d it say?” Dean questioned.
Cas squirmed a bit “All I can say is that… Y/N may have said assbutt, but the rest I cannot say,” he said and immediately left.
“Cas!” Dean called again but he did not return.
They both sighed.
“Well that answers that,” Sam said.
“Yeah,” Dean chuckled, “But who knew Y/N said things that even Cas is too scared to repeat.”
Sam laughed, “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting something like that.”
“Neither was I but now I have more words to learn,” Dean said leaving the library.
“Dean no! You already say a lot of profanities!” Sam shouted after him.
“Not enough!” Dean responded.
Hope you liked it! x)