if he didn't want to be moved by dean

Used to This - Part 1

Overview: You’ve lived with the Winchesters for years as a fellow hunter, and everyone has always stayed well in the friend zone. What happens when nightmares come haunting and Dean offers to help? Will things change, or is it all in your head?

Characters: DeanxReader

Word Count: 1,744

Warnings: This is fluffier than a marshmallow

A/N: This fic was born on the blank canvas of printer paper (3 pieces, front and back) before being typed into an obnoxious iPad and then finally transferred to my computer. Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch for fixing my spelling and titling this for me :) Thanks to @hannahindie for being my personal encourager and cheerleader. Love you both!

I didn’t realize my fingers were shaking until they slipped off of the lower levels of my gun for the second time. The slide simultaneously snapped back into place, and I let out a sharp hiss when it took a pinch of my skin with it. Heavy hands fumbled to pull the metal back again, quickly releasing the now inflamed and aching flesh. My gun clattered to the table, and I leaned back in my chair with a soft sigh while gently soothing over the angry skin with a still shaky thumb.

The gun’s not going to clean itself, Y/N.

I shook out my hand and took a deep breath to try and still the tremors before going to work again. Or, at least attempting to go to work.


I hadn’t even heard him come in. Dean was standing just inside my door with a tired smile and a perplexed look directed towards me. I looked down and blinked to clear my blurry vision, the two separated halves of my gun coming into focus. I realized I’d just been sitting there, aimlessly holding them.

“You ok?” He came a few more steps into my room and knelt down beside my chair, a worry wrinkle joining his facial features. Dean gently pried my disassembled gun from my grasp and set the parts on the table before gathering both of my hands between his warm, calloused ones. “You’re shaking.”

I tried to smile and managed to pull up one corner of my mouth, “I’m just tired.”

Dean squeezed my hands, “Well the gun can wait. Let’s get you to bed.”

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Summary: Who says research can’t be fun?

Sam x Reader, Dean

Word Count: 3,200

Warnings: fluff, language, slight smutting, Sam being a cheeky little shit

A/N: There will be a second part to this. Thanks to @anotherwaywardsister for making the moodboard for me! *throws Dean at her* XD Also thanks to @spnaddict11283 for the idea/prompt of research with Sam. =D

Originally posted by deeceetrash

Originally posted by ofallingstar

You sighed as you let your head fall onto the book sitting open on the table with a ‘thunk’, the words starting to swim from focusing on them for so long. Some hairs from your sloppy bun fell loose along your cheeks from the movement, framing your face.

“Are you all right?” You heard from your right and you just grunted in response, getting a gentle laugh in return. “Had enough for the night then?”

“I’ve had enough for the week.” You groaned, sitting up to try and rub the ache from your eyes. “If I have to read another sentence, my eyeballs are going to pop out of my head and roll down the hall.”

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anonymous asked:

He has said multiple times that he hates that ppl associate him as the "good looking" musician and wants to be known for his music instead. He was saying he even wanted to shave off all of his hair bc that's all ppl were looking at. I'm thankful he just didn't shave it off bald bc he got REALLY close to doing it a few weeks ago. This is why he cut his hair. Some fans have already "left" him because he isn't as attractive anymore... but that was the whole point. He didn't want fans like that.

Wow! That’s actually a really good and powerful reason! I get it. And, honestly, I have to commend him for doing it, because it makes a shit load of sense, actually. Thanks for that explanation though, because I was just thinkin’ he’d gone off the deep end! Haha!

-admin a

Drunk On You

Reader​ ​X​ ​Sam​ ​Winchester

Request:​ ​​Can​ ​you​ ​write​ ​a​ ​Sam​ ​x​ ​Reader​ ​imagine​ ​where​ ​he​ ​realizes​ ​he​ ​loves​ ​the​ ​reader​ ​after​ ​Dean and​ ​Reader​ ​spend​ ​a​ ​night​ ​at​ ​a​ ​bar​ ​without​ ​him?​ ​:) 

Requested​ ​by:​ ​loveseries

Warnings:​ ​Brief​ ​mentions​ ​of​ ​alcohol 

Word​ ​count:975

 A/N:​ ​Thank​ ​you​ ​for​ ​the​ ​request​ ​and​ ​I​ ​hope​ ​you​ ​enjoy​ ​this​ ​<3  

You​ ​attempted​ ​to​ ​stifle​ ​your​ ​laughter​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​struggled​ ​to​ ​open​ ​the​ ​door​ ​to​ ​the​ ​motel​ ​room.​ ​In his​ ​defense​ ​he​ ​had​ ​had​ ​more​ ​than​ ​a​ ​few​ ​drinks​ ​at​ ​the​ ​bar​ ​and​ ​you,​ ​equally​ ​as​ ​tipsy,​ ​hadn't​ ​been able​ ​to​ ​open​ ​it​ ​either,​ ​despite​ ​making​ ​several​ ​attempts.​ ​

Sam​ ​was​ ​usually​ ​the​ ​voice​ ​of​ ​reason, keeping​ ​watch​ ​to​ ​ensure​ ​that​ ​you​ ​and​ ​his​ ​brother​ ​refrained​ ​from​ ​drinking​ ​yourselves​ ​into oblivion,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​had​ ​made​ ​the​ ​decision​ ​to​ ​stay​ ​behind.​ ​He'd​ ​rolled​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​at​ ​his​ ​brother​ ​when he​ ​had​ ​suggested​ ​finding​ ​someone​ ​to​ ​blow​ ​a​ ​little​ ​steam​ ​off​ ​with​ ​so​ ​he​ ​could​ ​“get​ ​the​ ​stick​ ​outta his​ ​ass”.​ ​Dean​ ​had​ ​merely​ ​smirked​ ​before​ ​shrugging​ ​and​ ​walking​ ​out​ ​the​ ​door​ ​while​ ​you​ ​had stopped​ ​just​ ​long​ ​enough​ ​to​ ​make​ ​Sam​ ​promise​ ​you​ ​that​ ​he​ ​would​ ​take​ ​a​ ​break​ ​for​ ​once.​ ​Then you​ ​had​ ​pulled​ ​him​ ​in​ ​for​ ​a​ ​brief​ ​hug,​ ​running​ ​out​ ​the​ ​door​ ​when​ ​Dean​ ​threatened​ ​to​ ​leave​ ​you behind,​ ​missing​ ​the​ ​faint​ ​blush​ ​and​ ​soft​ ​smile​ ​that​ ​had​ ​spread​ ​across​ ​Sam’s​ ​cheeks.  

You​ ​watched​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​dropped​ ​the​ ​keys​ ​for​ ​what​ ​must​ ​have​ ​been​ ​the​ ​fifth​ ​time,​ ​snorting​ ​as​ ​he got​ ​down​ ​on​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​and​ ​knees,​ ​muttering​ ​various​ ​swears​ ​to​ ​himself.​ ​Luckily​ ​for​ ​the​ ​both​ ​of you,​ ​Sam​ ​had​ ​picked​ ​up​ ​on​ ​your​ ​presence​ ​and​ ​he​ ​swung​ ​the​ ​door​ ​open,​ ​eyebrows​ ​raising​ ​in surprise​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​Dean​ ​scrambling​ ​to​ ​stand​ ​up​ ​in​ ​order​ ​to​ ​preserve​ ​some​ ​of​ ​his​ ​dignity.​ ​You hid​ ​a​ ​smirk​ ​behind​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​awkwardly​ ​cleared​ ​his​ ​throat,​ ​nodding​ ​at​ ​you​ ​and​ ​Sam before​ ​marching​ ​into​ ​the​ ​hotel​ ​room.​ ​Sam​ ​shook​ ​his​ ​head​ ​as​ ​he​ ​passed​ ​him​ ​by,​ ​all​ ​too​ ​familiar with​ ​his​ ​brother's​ ​antics.​

 ​Trailing​ ​after​ ​the​ ​inebriated​ ​hunter,​ ​you​ ​sat​ ​down​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch, resigning​ ​yourself​ ​to​ ​a​ ​long​ ​wait​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​had​ ​already​ ​claimed​ ​the​ ​bathroom,​ ​where​ ​he​ ​would likely​ ​hog​ ​the​ ​shower​ ​for​ ​the​ ​next​ ​hour.​ ​Sam,​ ​having​ ​shut​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​joined​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch​ ​and you​ ​promptly​ ​slumped​ ​over​ ​to​ ​rest​ ​your​ ​head​ ​on​ ​his​ ​shoulder.​ ​He​ ​stiffened,​ ​peering​ ​down​ ​at​ ​you to​ ​gauge​ ​your​ ​reaction.​ ​You​ ​were​ ​humming​ ​contentedly,​ ​idly​ ​playing​ ​with​ ​the​ ​hem​ ​of​ ​your​ ​shirt. Seeing​ ​that​ ​you​ ​weren't​ ​at​ ​all​ ​bothered​ ​by​ ​the​ ​physical​ ​contact,​ ​Sam​ ​allowed​ ​himself​ ​to​ ​relax.  

 “Missed​ ​you​ ​at​ ​the​ ​bar​ ​y’know”,​ ​you​ ​broke​ ​the​ ​silence,​ ​twisting​ ​your​ ​head​ ​around​ ​to​ ​look​ ​at​ ​him. “Dean​ ​kept​ ​ditching​ ​me​ ​to​ ​hit​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bar​ ​tender.”  

Sam​ ​gave​ ​you​ ​a​ ​wry​ ​smile,”yeah​ ​Dean​ ​tends​ ​to​ ​do​ ​that.​ ​Sorry​ ​for​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​with​ ​him,​ ​I​ ​had​ ​to”, he​ ​paused,​ ​turning​ ​his​ ​face​ ​away​ ​from​ ​you,”had​ ​to​ ​think​ ​about​ ​some​ ​stuff.”  

You​ ​burrowed​ ​further​ ​into​ ​his​ ​side,​ ​fighting​ ​back​ ​the​ ​urge​ ​to​ ​yawn.​ ​“What​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​stuff​ ​Sammy?”  

He​ ​didn't​ ​bother​ ​correcting​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the​ ​nickname​ ​(though​ ​if​ ​he​ ​was​ ​being​ ​honest​ ​he​ ​didn't​ ​mind​ ​it when​ ​you​ ​called​ ​him​ ​Sammy).​ ​Instead​ ​he​ ​tentatively​ ​wrapped​ ​an​ ​arm​ ​around​ ​your​ ​shoulders. When​ ​your​ ​only​ ​response​ ​was​ ​to​ ​shift​ ​into​ ​a​ ​more​ ​comfortable​ ​position,​ ​a​ ​warm​ ​feeling​ ​rose​ ​up in​ ​him.​ ​Swallowing,​ ​he​ ​answered​ ​you,”I​ ​was​ ​thinking​ ​about​ ​this​ ​person​ ​that​ ​I…that​ ​I​ ​like.”  

Eyes​ ​fluttering​ ​shut,​ ​you​ ​mumbled,”tell​ ​me​ ​about​ ​them.” 

 “Well,​ ​they're​ ​amazing,​ ​really.​ ​Smart,​ ​funny,​ ​kind,​ ​attractive.​ ​A​ ​fighter,​ ​who​ ​doesn't​ ​put​ ​up​ ​with anyone's​ ​BS,​ ​including​ ​mine”,​ ​he​ ​chuckled.​ ​“They've​ ​seen​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​of​ ​terrible​ ​things,​ ​which​ ​is​ ​a given​ ​with​ ​the​ ​hunter​ ​lifestyle,​ ​but​ ​they've​ ​never​ ​let​ ​it​ ​get​ ​them​ ​down​ ​for​ ​very​ ​long.​ ​They're​ ​so much​ ​stronger​ ​than​ ​they​ ​give​ ​themself​ ​credit​ ​for,​ ​and​ ​I'm​ ​so​ ​incredibly​ ​lucky​ ​to​ ​not​ ​just​ ​know them​ ​but​ ​to​ ​be​ ​close​ ​to​ ​them​ ​as​ ​well.​ ​If​ ​I'm​ ​being​ ​honest,​ ​I​ ​don't​ ​like​ ​them.​ ​I​ ​love​ ​them.”  

Sam​ ​nervously​ ​ran​ ​his​ ​free​ ​hand​ ​through​ ​his​ ​hair,​ ​pushing​ ​the​ ​loose​ ​strands​ ​out​ ​of​ ​his​ ​face. Clearing​ ​his​ ​throat,​ ​he​ ​spoke​ ​up​ ​again,”It​ ​didn't​ ​really​ ​hit​ ​me​ ​that​ ​I​ ​loved​ ​them​ ​until​ ​today actually.​ ​That​ ​comment​ ​Dean​ ​made​ ​got​ ​me​ ​thinking,​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​want​ ​to​ ​‘blow​ ​off​ ​steam’​ ​with​ ​some random​ ​stranger​ ​I​ ​met​ ​at​ ​a​ ​bar.​ ​There's​ ​only​ ​one​ ​person​ ​I​ ​want,​ ​and​ ​not​ ​just​ ​for​ ​a​ ​one​ ​night stand​ ​either,​ ​I​ ​want​ ​a​ ​​life​ ​​with​ ​them​ ​and​ ​that's​ ​not​ ​something​ ​I​ ​ever​ ​really​ ​thought​ ​I​ ​could​ ​have but​ ​when​ ​I'm​ ​with​ ​them​ ​I​ ​feel​ ​like​ ​I​ ​have​ ​a​ ​shot​ ​at​ ​being​ ​happy.​ ​​They​​ ​make​ ​me​ ​happy.​ ​​You​​ ​make me​ ​happy.  

Looking​ ​away​ ​from​ ​you​ ​Sam​ ​whispered,”​ ​I​ ​love​ ​you,​ ​Y/N.”  

His​ ​entire​ ​body​ ​was​ ​still,​ ​every​ ​muscle​ ​coiled​ ​tight​ ​in​ ​anticipation​ ​of​ ​your​ ​reaction.​ ​All​ ​was​ ​quiet, except​ ​for​ ​the​ ​steady​ ​sound​ ​of​ ​rushing​ ​water​ ​coming​ ​from​ ​the​ ​bathroom​ ​and​ ​each​ ​passing second​ ​only​ ​increased​ ​Sam’s​ ​doubts​ ​that​ ​you​ ​would​ ​return​ ​his​ ​feelings.​ ​Finally​ ​he​ ​dared​ ​to​ ​look at​ ​your​ ​face,​ ​wary​ ​of​ ​what​ ​expression​ ​he​ ​might​ ​find​ ​there.  You​ ​were​ ​​asleep.​​ ​Sam​ ​laughed,​ ​leaning​ ​his​ ​head​ ​back​ ​and​ ​placing​ ​his​ ​hand​ ​on​ ​his​ ​face​ ​as​ ​he fought​ ​to​ ​silence​ ​himself​ ​so​ ​as​ ​not​ ​to​ ​wake​ ​you​ ​up.​ ​Body​ ​still​ ​shaking​ ​with​ ​silent​ ​mirth,​ ​he adjusted​ ​his​ ​position​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch.​ ​He​ ​figured​ ​that​ ​he​ ​might​ ​as​ ​well​ ​get​ ​some​ ​rest.​ ​After​ ​all,​ ​he wouldn't​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​half​ ​asleep​ ​when​ ​he​ ​confessed​ ​to​ ​you​ ​in​ ​the​ ​morning​ ​when​ ​you​ ​were actually​ ​awake​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​it.​ ​Still​ ​smiling,​ ​he​ ​fell​ ​asleep,​ ​cheek​ ​resting​ ​on​ ​your​ ​head.

Having​ ​sobered​ ​up​ ​somewhat​ ​during​ ​his​ ​shower,​ ​Dean​ ​exited​ ​the​ ​bathroom,​ ​stretching​ ​out​ ​as he​ ​shuffled​ ​towards​ ​his​ ​bed.​ ​He​ ​froze,​ ​rubbing​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​as​ ​if​ ​he​ ​couldn't​ ​quite​ ​believe​ ​what​ ​he was​ ​seeing.​ ​When​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​you​ ​and​ ​Sam​ ​curled​ ​up​ ​with​ ​each​ ​other​ ​didn't​ ​disappear,​ ​he grinned.​ ​“It's​ ​about​ ​damn​ ​time.”​ ​

Satisfied​ ​by​ ​the​ ​fact​ ​that​ ​his​ ​little​ ​brother​ ​had​ ​finally​ ​made​ ​a move,​ ​he​ ​crawled​ ​into​ ​bed.​ ​He'd​ ​leave​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​alone​ ​for​ ​now,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​was​ ​​never​​ ​gonna​ ​let Sam​ ​hear​ ​the​ ​end​ ​of​ ​it. 


(Something fluffy/happy for the anon who was sad…well it turns happy in the middle)
Dean x Reader

Warning: worry (description of what leads up to crying)

This week had been cursed from the start, each day tumbling down into pieces. There were no hunts, no demons to kill. Each morning you’d wake up to find Dean drinking his thoughts away and Sam passed out on top of a newspaper.
You poured yourself a cup of coffee, yawning and spilling a drop. Sam began drooling on the paper and you carefully lifted his head, replacing the newspaper with a pillow from the couch. Dean looked up from his phone where he had been scrolling for an hour, but you doubted he even knew he was on his phone. You looked between both brothers and your heart clenched. The walls seemed to be closing in on you. Every fear you’ve ever had in your life creeped up behind you, every doubt, every loss, finally burst out in the tears streaming down you face.
You slammed down your mug, some coffee sloshed out onto the table.
“Woah” Dean’s mouth formed an ‘o’ and he looked up at you, but you were already speed walking to your room. You’d had enough.
Enough of Dean drinking down all his feelings, even though he was the best man you’d ever met.
Enough of Sam staying up so late his eyes were rimmed red and his face got paler each day.
Enough of Castiel’s silence, his dead and scary silence.
It was all just too much, and you weren’t going to sit there and drink it down with Dean. So you cried out every tear in your body, sloppily wiping your tears with your fingers every couple of minutes.
Sam jumped up from the sound of your mug and rubbed his eyes. He looked around and realized what you’d done and looked at Dean with a face that could kill.
“What?” he said to his brother. “You can’t pin this on me” Dean said and took another sip. Sam grabbed the cup from Dean’s hand, sliding it so far on the table it almost fell off.
“Go do something!” Sam said through clenched teeth.
“About what?” Dean said, rubbing his eyes.
“Go drink about four gallons of water and sober up” Sam commanded. Dean rolled his eyes but did as his little brother instructed. After about ten minutes Dean felt better, and ate some leftover fries.
“What happened to her?” Dean asked, walking back into the library while scratching the back of his head.
“You happened to her. You know how she feels about you, and imagine seeing someone you like drinking themselves down every day?”
“What and you’re innocent? And what feelings?” Dean furrowed his brows and dropped his hand he was using while shouting at Sam.
“You know what I’m talking about, Dean. Now go fix this” Sam said and pointed to the hallway. “You think being a hunter is easy? Try doing it alone. We’ve always had each other, but Y/N has been alone in this and when she needs us most, it’s like we aren’t even there. You’re the one she wants to see. Or maybe the last one she wants to see, but you’re going to fix this” Sam continued and snatched the pillow of the table, walking towards the den exhaling heavily.
Dean felt like beating the shit out of himself. It was only after Sammy’s rant that he understood what happened. No matter how many walls he put up, Sam always tried to break them. Meanwhile when you needed him, he’d been unconscious for a month.
He made his way towards your room, opening his heart on the way there. Until the moment he lifted his fist to your door to knock, did he realize he felt the same way about you. Only then did he realize too, that maybe you were the reason he was drinking.
After about ten knocks you opened your mouth to answer, but the door was already being swung open.
“Not now” you said, moving towards the headboard of your bed, still sitting pretzel legged.
“Right now” Dean said and sat across you, exactly like you did. You turned you face to the side, not wanting to meet his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, and you bit down on your lip.
“It’s just a shit day, Dean. I know you’ve had your fair share, can’t I have mine?” you looked up and met his green eyes.
“Yeah you can. But can I help you with it?” Dean asked, and you couldn’t help but let out a small smile.
“Ah, there we go!” Dean exclaimed, poking at your cheek. A small laugh escaped your lips and Dean pulled you in for a hug. You blushed but rested your head on his shoulder.
He rubbed up and down on your back and you smiled, breathing in his scent. It was familiar and safe, he felt like home.
“Thanks” you whispered into his neck.
“Thank you” Dean whispered back and you stuck your head up.
“Nothing” Dean said and forgot to let go of your upper arms. You looked at his eyes, they seemed to be so full, different shades of green practically bouncing in his iris’s.
“What?” he asked, giving you a goofy grin.
“Nothing” you said back, giving him and equally funny smile. Dean exhaled laughing, and in one swift motion jumped off the bed, swinging you over his back.
“What are you doing?” you shouted, gripping his t-shirt off his back for dear life. He didn’t answer, instead ran down the bunkers halls and you screamed, wrapping one hand around his neck and the other gripped tighter on his t-shirt.
He finally set you down on the kitchen counter and you stared at him, bewildered.
“How about some pie?” he said, taking out the last slice from the fridge. He passed you a spoon and you took a bite, then some whipped cream.
“Mmm” you smiled and he raised a brow.
“No PDA” he said and you laughed, smearing the whipped cream you had on your finger onto his nose. He looked at you, faking annoyance but you couldn’t help but bust out laughing.
“The great Dean Winchester, everyone!” you announced, raising your hands into the air. He just smiled and took your hand in his, entwining your fingers. You looked down at your hand in his then looked back up at him, just to see him eat another bite. With cheeks as red as the cherry Dean just bit into, you took the last bite.

kbrand0  asked:

Well I didn't realize we were picking prompts! As usual I want you to write them all... But since that is not a legit request... 26 and 46! ❤️❤️❤️

Here you go, love!  ❤️ 

26 - “Can’t you see that I’m in love with you?”

46 - “Nobody could ever love me.”

Dean was looking for you around the bunker, but you weren’t in your room, or in the library, or in the kitchen, or in the garage… No sign of you. That’s why he decided to ask his brother; maybe he knew where you had gone. It was then, that moving towards Sam’s room, he heard you talking with him, “I think this is a bad idea, Sam. I think I’m gonna ruin our friendship.”

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guys guys

clearly the answer of where cas was after everyone got back to the bunker is that he and dean fucked once they got home and cas was really loud and he was too embarrassed to come out during dinner (or dean was too embarrassed for him and cas was like whatever i’m going to lounge naked in your bed go eat your molecules).

anyway then later dean snuck away after cas fell asleep after round 2 to go look at pictures, drink beer, and be emo on the kitchen floor. why else would he be in the kitchen? he could bring the beer to his room and look through his mementos in a less conspicuous and more comfortable place… unless someone was already occupying his bed and he didn’t want to wake him up with his pity party.

Q.E.D. cas was sleeping in dean’s bed and he was too comfy and happy to move. dean brought him back a slice of pie. all was well.

Supernatural Pref. #7: You're Obsessed With Butts
  • Sam: You and Sam were on a case in some small town. You two had a few facts about what was going on, but you needed some more details. So, you and Sam did what you two do best and went to someone's house to ask some questions. "So, ma'am, could you please tell my partner and I what you think happened to your husband," Sam asked an elderly lady. "Well, the police say that it was a some maniac, but I think that it was a..." You lost interest in what the woman was saying, Sam handled these things better than you anyways. Plus, you were getting a little a distracted by the way Sam's butt looked in his dress pants. As the woman continued her story, you snuck in a few glances of your boyfriend's booty while you smiled to yourself. He caught you staring and nudged your shoulder to make you pay attention. "Is there anything else that you can think of, ma'am," Sam asked the older woman. "No, sorry," she answered. "That's okay. If you ever remember anything, anything at all, then just give me or my partner a call." "Okay. Thank you," the woman said. You and Sam were finally leaving the house and heading towards your car. "You can drive," you said tossing Sam the car keys. He caught them and stepped in front of you to open the car door. But, before he could even put the key in the door, you gave Sam's butt a big squeeze, making him jump a little. "Nice work in there, fancy-pants," you said slapping his booty. Sam was about to say something when you kissed him on his cheek and winked at him. "You're so lucky that you're cute," your boyfriend said as you both got in the car and drove to your motel.
  • Castiel: "Y/N, could you please stop grabbing my behind?" "Cas, I can't even grab your butt with that trench coat of yours in the way," you complained. "Well I guess it's a good thing that I have it," Castiel replied. "Hey, Y/N, why don't you just lift the back of the trench coat up," Dean suggested making Castiel roll his eyes. "Why didn't I think of that before," you asked smacking your forehead, "Thanks Dean." You raced over to your boyfriend and pulled his coat halfway up and hung on to it. "You know what," you said, "I'm not even going to touch your butt, Cas." "Thank you, Y/N," Cas sighed as he tried to walk away. But you still had a tight grip on his coat. "Instead, I'm just going to follow you around, just like this and stare at the booty," you finished. Castiel sighed again, but then he smiled once he remembered how happy his butt made you.
  • Dean: You were outside sitting on a chair watching Dean while he gave the Impala a little touchup. He was bending over in front of the hood checking for something, when you started to notice how Dean's ass looked in his jeans. "Woo! Shake it baby," you shouted with a big grin on your face. Dean gave you what you wanted and he started to shake (almost actually twerk) his butt. "How's this for ya," he said moving closer to you while he continued to rotate his hips. You then stood up and kissed your boyfriend while your hands made their way to his perfectly, round ass. You squeezed his butt hard too, but Dean didn't mind, he loved it when you did that. He groaned several times in your mouth before he finally pulled away. "Babe," Dean said, "you wanna take this to the Impala?" "You know I do," you replied biting your lip and giving Dean's ass a slap before you got into the backseat of the car to have some more fun.
  • A/N: So I hope you guys actually enjoy this. Also, Dean's part was getting really close to turning into a smut.

anonymous asked:

(Fangedsoul) Benny wasn't sure how or why, but once again he was top side. He said nothing, didn't contact Dean or even try to find him, too afraid of being left behind or hated for his choice to stay. However, that didn't work as his job as a bar tender had him inadvertently see Dean before he moved to the far side of the bar, switching with the woman there to avoid Dean seeing him just yet. Or so the vampire hoped. He wanted to speak to Dean and rekindle what they had but he was scared.

He and Sam were on a hunt, and they just had to finish it up. But it was taking far too long. The hunter had gone to a bar to get away from his brother and was twisting the bottle between his fingers, watching over the bar and breathing out slowly as he made sure that everything was safe before his eyes stopped on a bartender across the bar, shaking his head after a moment. He was probably wrong. He took another drink of his beer.