it was deans idea okay

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Do you think on the ride home Dean took off his flannel and made Cas put it on to replace his bloody shirt?

“I really am alright, Dean. You don’t need to sit back here with me.”

Dean ignores Castiel’s reassurances, just like he has been ignoring them for the last fifteen minutes.


“Cork it, Cas! Mom’s drivin’, Sam’s shotgun, and I’m back here with you, makin’ sure you’re really holdin’ it together. That’s just the way it’s gonna be so stop tryin’ to fight me on it!”

Both Mary and Sam give each other wide-eyed looks, but stay quiet—knowing that Dean is still processing everything that had happened back in the barn. He’s still drowning in the feeling of being out of control, and it’s driving him absolutely nuts.

“Here, Ma” Dean grunts, shoving the Impala’s keys at the woman and then turning back to tend to his angel.

She swiftly nods and takes the keys before ushering her other son around the far side of the car—and then, all at once, they climb in to join Castiel, who has already been carefully placed in the backseat by Dean’s steady hands.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” Dean asks—slightly calmer now but his voice still has a rattle to it.

“No, Dean. I’m feeling fine—just like I said before.”

“Well, you don’t look fine. You’re kinda pale. Sam, doesn’t he look pale to you?”

Sam turns around and gives Cas a sympathetic look before shrugging silently at his older brother, knowing that his opinion doesn’t really matter right now anyway.

“Yeah, see—Sam thinks so. You should lean back a bit.”

“These seats don’t recline, Dean.”

Dean frowns at him. “Then scoot down a little! Jesus, Cas … I’m just tryin’ to make sure you’re okay!”

“I am okay … I have already told you—”

“Scoot down, Castiel!” Mary grits  firmly from the front of the car—glaring at him through the rearview mirror, eyes flicking back and forth between the angel and her eldest son.

He wants to protest again, but then Castiel nods, finally understanding that the only one not fine right now, is Dean, and doing what he asks—no matter how pointless it is, will make him feel a little better … a little more useful. Cas scoots down in his seat.

Dean smiles, happy that his friend is finally listening to him. “Alright then … better?”

Castiel stops himself from rolling his eyes. “Yes … better.”

The proud smirk that immediately graces Dean’s face seems to trim away the tension in the car—until the moment that the folds of Cas’s coat fall away, exposing the dirty, blood-stained white button up beneath. “Oh … shit, man! That looks bad!” the man yelps as soon as he sees it.

Castiel squints and cocks his head to the side, finally following Dean’s eyes down to where the usually clean looking garment, is now a tattered mess strewn about his body. “Oh. Yes, well … I can just—” Cas begins, already lifting his hand to will the mess away, but he stops mid motion—cutting the magic short because the man beside him is starting to fidget in his seat. “Dean? What are you …”

Dean teeters back and forth, wriggling from side to side in the confined space until he finally manages to free one of his arms from the black coat and plaid overshirt that he’s wearing.

“Hold on … almost …” Dean soon rocks all the way over until his head is practically in Cas’s lap—but he doesn’t seem to notice because he’s too focused on freeing his other hand. “There!” he yelps victoriously, finally holding up the plaid shirt for everyone in the car to see.

Sam nods and Mary holds back a chuckle, and Cas just continues to stare at the man—confused and slightly annoyed by everything that he’s doing.

“Okay, Cas. Your turn” Dean says after another moment, eventually turning happy eyes back on the angel.

“My turn?” Cas asks, feeling suddenly nervous about what he’s expected to do.

“Yep” Dean chirps, looking Castiel up and down with a long pull. “Strip and put this on.” He holds the flannel out towards him, but he doesn’t hand it to the angel just yet, as if he’s planning on dressing him himself … and at this point, Cas wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what Dean had in mind.

“Dean …” Castiel grumbles again, now—rolling his eyes for all to see. “You realize that I can fix this, don’t you?”

Dean only grips the shirt tighter in his hand.

“I am an angel … I have the power to—”

“Just put on the damn shirt!” All three Winchesters bark in unison.

And that makes the angel finally throw up his hands in defeat. “Alright!” he exclaims, quickly sitting straight and leaning forward so that he can work his body free from his coat. But before he can completely shimmy it off, Dean’s hands are on him, fiddling with the buttons of Cas’s dirty white shirt. “Um … what are you doing?”

Helping” Dean snaps, but his cheeks are turning red and his hands are starting to shake against the angel’s chest.

Cas stares at him a moment, and then up to the front of the car where Sam and Mary are vehemently avoiding eye contact with anything but the road. So he turns back, just as Dean undoes the final button and pushes the cloth aside, displaying every inch of Castiel’s unmarred skin.

The man then stills for some time—never looking away and holding his breath until the second Castiel is finally able to speak.

You see, Dean … I’m all healed.”

Dean quirks up the side of his mouth, but his face quickly falls flat again, while his eyes bounce away and back several times, seeming torn as to where to look now.

After that, it only takes another minute for Cas to slip out of the ruddy, old shirt and into Dean’s flannel—and for the first time since they left the barn, Dean doesn’t interfere, nor do Mary and Sam act like anything is happening just behind their heads. In fact, the frenzied tone of their drive has seemed to mellow, and even Dean appears to have settled down; although, his hands still twitch with the need for something to do … which doesn’t go unnoticed by the angel at his side.

Castiel sighs, flicking his eyes down towards the soft plaid that’s now draped over his own shoulders—the fabric is warm and smells like Dean; so just as he begins to fasten the last two buttons, he purposely skips one—so the thing is now bunching up across his stomach. “There” he confirms, drawing Dean’s focus back to the task at hand, and of course—Dean notices the mistake instantly.

“Ah—jeez, Cas … you’re helpless, ya know that?” Dean mutters with a smile, reaching over eagerly to straighten out the buttons and get them all in the right order.

But Castiel just smiles too, taking the moment to take in the worried Winchester—his charge, his family … a man that he loves—and he nods. “You’re right. What would I do without you?”

he should have known better than to believe that anyone would actually want to go to the school dance with him. that they would be happy to go with a boy whose clothes were just slightly too big and smelled like a thrift store. still he had been so excited when someone had actually asked him to go to the fall formal.

sam thought about saying no and looking back on it now, sam wished that he did say no but regardless he agreed and the girl that had asked him, gave him a tight smile before turning around and walking away.

they were on the coast somewhere in florida and the thick, humid air was sticking to his skin. he pulled at the tie that was around his neck and wished that he could just go ahead and take it off. hell, he just wanted to go back to the motel room but dean was his ride and he and his date were having fun dancing together in the middle of the dance floor while the date that sam brought was dancing with someone else, abandoned him nearly the moment they arrived.

so he was almost glued to the wall, watching as everyone else danced together and he felt completely out of place.

he considered to find dean, tell him that he was going to walk back to the motel when dean was suddenly there in front of him, his own tie loosen, hair looking as if fingers had been run through it repeatedly and that realization made sam sick to his stomach.

“whatcha doin’ all the way over here in here in the corner, sammy? where’s your date?” dean asked, slinging an arm around sam’s shoulders.

sam could feel himself blush and he looked down at the scuffed toes of his converses as he shrugged. “there was some other guy who asked her if she wanted to dance and… umm… she did.”

dean placed a finger underneath sam’s chin, forcing him to pull his attention away from the ground and sam almost couldn’t meet his brother’s gaze. “so you meant to tell me that she just left you?”
sam chewed on his bottom lip and nodded.

there was a disgruntled sigh that escaped from dean’s lips before he grabbed sam’s hand and started pulling him towards the door. sam resisted for a moment but dean turned to look at sam, a smile on his face and sam unglued his feet from the floor and followed dean.

dean ran from the gym where the fall formal was being held, sam’s hand tight in his own and he didn’t stop until their toes were sinking in the sand and dean pulled them onto a secluded part of the beach.

“she was stupid to abandon you, sammy.” dean whispered as he pushed sam to the ground and sam went down willingly, his heart beating through his chest at the way that dean was looking at him.

“wha… what are you doing, dean?” sam whispered, scared to say anything any louder and dean only smiled.

“do you trust me, sammy?” dean asked, crawling up sam’s body, slowly enough that sam could pull away if he wanted but sam never did. he laid there, watching dean until dean was hovering over sam, his mouth right there. “do you, sammy? do you trust me?”

sam had barely nodded before dean closed the nonexistent distance between the two of them and nothing really mattered other than dean.

Claimed. Sam Winchester.

Request by @mistressofallthingsgeeky :Lu, could I get a Sam fic where the reader is being flirted with at the bar, and Sam gets all growly and dominant, and smut ensues? Possibly with a bite kink (bite so hard it leaves a permanent mark), maybe have her call him Sir and he calls her Baby girl?

Triggers: Smut. Possessive Sam. Biting fetish.

Word Count: 1554

Enjoy ;D

“Did you two have a fight or something?” Dean asked Sam as he took shot after shot. Sam really didn’t drink this way he was unless he was angry or they were celebrating something. They hadn’t finished the hunt as of yet so it had to have been a fight between himself and you.

“No,” Sam growled out.

Dean held his hands up. “Easy, tiger. What’s up?”

“Guy’s been flirting with her. I know she’s not interested, but…Why doesn’t she tell him to fuck off?”

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Vigilante (Teen Wolf x Supernatural Crossover) (Part 1)

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader, Winchesters x sister!reader 

Prompt: When the reader’s old friend calls for help, the Winchesters all rush to Beacon Hills immediately, and you immediately see someone you thought you’d never see again. But what happens when your brothers find out that you are best friends with supernatural beings that you all hunt?

Warnings: fluff, violence, language, a tiny bit of angst

A/N: So I started binge watching Teen Wolf and I am now obsessed, so enjoy!

Tag list for Teen Wolf is open!

Supernatural tags: @teamfreewill-imagine, @faith-in-dean, @ellen-reincarnated1967, @sincerelysaraahh, @for-the-love-of-dean, @ofglendower

Originally posted by stilinski-martin

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

“Hello?” you voiced after hitting the ‘answer’ icon on your phone. 

“Y/N?” the, oddly familiar, voice on the other line replied and you racked your brain for a face to the voice.

“Scott,” you whispered, realizing who it was.

“Y/N, we really need your help.”

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts with a shake of your head before responding. “Yeah, okay, I’m heading to Beacon Hills now. I think it’s a better time than ever to have a little reunion.”


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Light light light up the sky
You light up the sky to show me
You are with me


Joltik’s Asagao!Other Youtubers headcanons

@captain-tomate​ and @electricmindart​ asked for this it’s their faults

I skipped over the Grumps and a few of the more obvious ones because those have been covered before and I only wanna retread old ground if I have emotions pertaining to them

Chadtronic: Third year, in the VHS Club with Ian, has been kicked out of the Nokemon Club twelve times now. Relentlessly enthusiastic and seems to have a mysterious assistant in a lobster costume that comes out of nowhere at random.

Scykoh: Third year, not in any club but participates on his own in the glitch category of the gaming tournament. Hasn’t been to class lately.

TamashiiHiroka: Second year, in the Nokemon club and good friends with Jimmy. Used to have pink hair, but any side effects of that seemed to have gone away.

Chuggaaconroy: Third year, current president of the Nokemon club and has a small gaming club with two of his friends that isn’t big enough to participate in the tournament but has fun regardless.

IHE: Fourth year, in the British Students Coalition against his will. May or may not actually attend Asagao physically- no one knows, he only attends classes and club meetings over Skype and no one’s seen his face.

McJones: Fourth year, PBG’s older brother and one of the better players on the Asagao Strikers. He doesn’t remember Hana at all despite having known her before, save for being the one PBG never shuts up about.

Dean: Fourth year, the worst player on the Asagao Strikers but he’s getting better… probably. Maybe. Don’t bet on it.

MatPat: Fourth year, teacher’s aid for Miss Shizuka and president of the Science Club. Very little science is done in there.

NateWantsToBattle: Fourth year, president of the Light Music Club and part of Jirard and Satch’s band. He and Luke fight over who gets to use the recording studio in Azalea frequently.

Alex Faciane: Fourth year, member of the Nokemon Club and part of Jirard and Satch’s band. He was Jirard’s roommate but was fine with things getting shuffled around for the transfer students.

PokeKellz: Fourth year, member of the Nokemon Club. She’s rumored to secretly be a ninja, and has been eyeing the position of club president ever since old president JWittz graduated and is lowkey salty she wasn’t picked. Whether any of these things has to do with the Red Pekmen that keep ending up in Emile’s locker is currently unknown.

Sunder: Second year, member of the Nokemon Club. Both teachers and other students struggle with pointing out whether they mean him or Jimmy Whetzel when they mention a “Jimmy”. Using “Jim” only makes it worse.

Humans Can Be Monsters Too

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Title: Humans Can Be Monsters Too

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 899

Warnings: angst/fluff

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this! I love you all so much!! This was requested by @flufy07: Could you write one where the reader and the boys are on a hunt and the reader gets taken and turns out it were humans and not monsters that did the killing?

Dean and Sam went around the house while you took the front.  It was much easier to clear a house and get the job done with the three of you.  It took Dean a while to be okay with the idea of you joining them on hunts, but eventually he opened up to the idea.

Dean cleared the back while Sam cleared the upstairs.  They both met back up in the dining room.  The three of you came here looking for wraiths, but the house seemed to be empty.  Dean noticed you weren’t with them in the dining room.  Before Dean had the chance to say anything, he heard your scream come from the front of the house.

“[Y/N]!”  Dean’s voice boomed off of the walls of the house as he ran in the direction of your scream.  He held his gun in the air as he came out of the front door and ran down the porch stairs.  He lowered his gun as the car that you were forced into drove away.

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I have no idea why people think it’s okay to treat Dean like crap and call it “tough love”. No other character on the show experiences the “tough love” that has been dished out to Dean by Bobby, Missouri, and others. (And Dean has a good record of showing certain people kindness and compassion in a way they might not have shown him *coughsBobbycoughs*.)

Dean seems to respond  just fine to the kindness and compassion that Jody has shown him the last few times they’ve crossed paths. 

quick fic #15

because i’m in love with this text post and wanted it in fic form.

“You’re being homophobic, Dean.”

Dean sends his brother an indignant look as the movie plays in the background.  “What?  All I said is that they have no chemistry!  I don’t care that they’re both dudes!”

The purse of Sam’s lip says he’s unconvinced, but he says nothing, just jacks up the volume on his laptop.

Dean rolls his eyes.  He settles back into his high-backed chair and fixes his eyes on the screen.  It’s an indie movie, highbrow and cast wholly in some sort of sepia filter.  If Dean’s being honest, most of it flies over his head, but he’s making an effort to spend time with Sam now that he’s rid of the mark, and if watching two dudes make out on the screen is a way to do that, well then.  Dean’s going to do that.  

He pretends not to be too invested in the leading man’s kissing technique.  It must work too well, because soon Sam is sighing and saying, “Dude, does it really bother you that much?  Your face is all - judgey.”

Dean opens his mouth to argue, but doesn’t find it in himself to correct Sam by saying that no, he wasn’t judging the gay relationship; he was judging the way the dude thrust his tongue into the other dude’s mouth like some sort of parasitic eel.

So he’s prepared to give up, to admit that maybe watching highbrow indie movies with Sam isn’t the best way to bond - 

But then Cas walks in, looking grumpy about something - the coffee machine probably konked out again - and Dean gets an idea.  He licks his lips.  “Okay, Sammy,” he says, taking a deep breath.  “You want to see how much it doesn’t bother me?”

Sam squints his eyes in confusion.  “…Okay?” he says, after some hesitation.

Dean grips the arms of his chair, his eyes raking down Cas’s figure as the man moves closer.  Under his breath, he says, “Dare me to kiss Cas?”

Sam reels back.  “What?  No, that’s not what - “

But Dean’s already standing, waiting for Cas to join them.  “Can’t believe you’re making me do this, man,” he says.  

“I’m not, though - ?”

But Dean’s hand is already reaching for Cas’s tie, just within his reach.  He pulls on the fabric, tilting his head, and plants his lips on Cas’s. 

Cas inhales sharply before making a low, rough noise like he’s found something better than coffee.  After a moment’s hesitation, he lifts a hand to drag over Dean’s jaw as he begins to kiss back firmly.  Dean’s arms wind around his waist.

When they pull away, Cas’s eyes are shining, if a little wary.  “What was that for?” he says, voice hoarse.

Dean shrugs.  He’s staring at Cas’s lips.  “Sam dared me to,” he says.

Sam splutters indignantly. “Did not!”

Cas ignores him.  He pushes forward to land a soft kiss on Dean’s bottom lip before tentatively asking, “Did you mean it?”

“Hell, yeah, I meant it,” Dean says at once, pulling Cas tighter to him.  He whispers something in his ear that makes Cas blush to the tips of his ears.

Sam’s face is contorted in disgust.  “I heard that!  Will you at least, I dunno…” - he shields his eyes - “Leave the room or something?”

Dean glares at him.  “You’re the one who dared me to kiss him.”

I did not dare you to kiss him!”

He’s ignored, not for the last time that night.

A Bottle of Whiskey

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: A bottle whiskey and a moment of clumsiness leads to the reader blurting out her feelings. When the next morning come where will her and Sam’s relationship stand?

Warnings: The excessive consumption of alcohol, language, a little angst, fluff.

Word Count: 2,173

A/N: So I’ll be honest this sounds a lot like me when I’m drunk. Immature, always poking people etc. So there you go a little insight into me. Anyways I hope you guys like it and feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Poke. Poke. Poke.”

“Okay maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.” Dean grabbed your finger as you reached to poke him again.

“This is the best idea you’ve had in a long time.” You slurred, falling back onto one of the motel beds.

“I doubt that.” He looked at you in amusement.

“Hey don’t be a party pooper.” You giggled. “Party pooper. Pooper of parties.”

“Are you really sitting over there talking about poop?” Dean’s lips twitched.

“Nooooooo. Yes. Maybe.” You rolled over again only to find the bed had run out and you instead went crashing to the floor. “This floor is hard.” Your voice was muffled. Dean’s roar of laughter reached your ears alerting you to the fact he would be of no help. Sam chuckled as he leafed through one of his books drawing your attention to him.

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Queen of Hell

Request: “Hey could I get another request I loved your other one so yeah umm maybe the Avengers are having a movie night watching supernatural and Tony decides to see if summoning a demon is real and he summons the reader who’s the queen of hell and they find out the supernatural world like Sam and Dean and Cas and Crowley and stuff are real”

Warnings: none :)

A/n: holy crap, my first cross-over fic. it really sucks.

“Tony, this isn’t gonna work.” Steve sighed.

Tony shrugged, mixing together the different strange ingredients. “I may be a man of science, but I do enjoy screwing around. Who knows, maybe it’ll work.”

“Dude. It’s just a TV show.” ]

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Faith - Part 3

Request: Hi I was wondering if maybe you could do a rewrite of the episode faith were instead of dean getting Tased the reader does? If not that’s totally fine also.

Pairings: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader

Word Count: 1,820

Dean’s Age: 26

Sam’s Age: 22

Reader Age: ~16

(A/N): This is a rewrite of episode 12 of season 1, “Faith”.

Part 1

Part 2

“You really think it’s the Grim Reaper? Like, angel of death, collect your soul, the whole deal?” Sam asked, glancing over his computer between you and Dean.

“No no no, not the reaper, a reaper. There’s reaper lore in pretty much every culture on Earth. They go by a hundred different names, it’s possible that there’s more than one of ‘em,” Dean responded, looking up from a stack of papers.

“But Y/N said she saw a dude in a suit,” Sam said, making you roll your eyes.

“What, you think he should’ve been working the whole black robe thing? Look, you said it yourself that the clock stopped, right?” you asked, receiving a nod from Sam. You grabbed the top paper from Dean’s pile and held it up. “Reapers stop time.”

“And, you can only see ‘em when they’re coming at you, which is why Y/N could see it and we couldn’t,” Dean continued, taking the paper back and putting it down rather rough.

“Maybe,” Sam stated skeptically, again making you roll your eyes.

“There’s nothing else it could be, Sam. The question is, how is Roy controlling the damn thing?” you trailed off, scanning through Dean’s papers another time.

“The cross,” Sam said, sitting up slightly. You looked at Dean, confused.


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One shot - Mechanic Dean

Inspiration by : Imagine Dean offering to take a look at your car for you when it breaks down. @aprofoundbondwithdean

It was an normal day till my old light blue mustang decided to die in the middle of nowhere. Trying to keep my calm I stood up the car and went in front of it, opening the hood where’s smoke coming out of it. “Great” I groaned under my breath. I thought on using my cell phone to call for help, but who should I call? I don’t have family and the few friends I have live across the country. Leaning against my car, I glance down the road, what it seem an Impala miraculously appeared. I fixed my loose flannel shirt and raised my thumb, the car stopped inches from me.

“Need help?” A manly deep voice came out of it.

I bend to meet some really pretty greens eyes, which I couldn’t help but stare. “Y-Yeah, my car broke down.”

The man looked at me for a second, and then glanced at the car, “Let me take a look of it.” He said before pulling in front of my car.

Biting my lower lip I glanced at the man as he took off his jacket and wine reddish shirt, throwing it back into his Impala. He’s very tall and that grey shirt does make his strong arms show even more. He know I was scanning him, just like I know he was scanning me- we both slightly smiled when our eyes met.

“So, what do we have here?” He spoke having a look of my engine, “I’m Dean by the way.”

He said extending his hand towards me. I shook it back, “I’m y/n”.

“Nice too meet you, y/n.” He looked at me before going back to the engine.

I smiled, glancing at his car. “You got a nice car over there.”

Dean stood up straight, turning up to glance at his car, “That’s my baby.”

I chuckled, “And this is mine but today’s she’s being stubborn.”

Dean chuckled, “Well y/n I have bad and good news.”

“Shoot.” I walked around the front of my car and stood in front of him.

“Your car is going to need more than a couple of adjusts.” He said clapping away the dust of my engine.

I sighed, passing my fingers through my hair, “And the good one?”

“I can give you a ride, where you’re headed?”

His smile was contagious so I smiled, “To the next town, I think is a couple miles down the road.”

“Perfect, I’m heading there anyway.” Dean said, closing the hood.

“But- what will happen to my car? It’s literally the only thing I own.” I stood by my car as he took a couple steps to his.

Dean looked at me and the car, “I’ll call a truck to pick it up and drive it to the motel I’m staying, then I’ll fix it there, deal?”

I stare at him for a couple seconds, debating with myself if I could trust this total stranger yet somehow a little voice kept telling me to get in that car with him. Letting a sigh out, I took my bags from my car and reached his, “Hope you’re not a serial killer.” I whispered.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I’m not.” Dean said with a playful smirk before turning on his car, instantly rock n’ roll music blasted. I smirked, knowing perfectly the lyrics to this song.

“So, what brings you to this town?”

I looked at him as we strolled in, “Nothing really,” I shrugged glancing at the people, “I’m just passing through really.”

“To where?” Dean’s asked with his eyes on me.

“New York, I’m a photographer.” I told him.

“If you need a model just let me know.” He said with a flirty smile before pulling into a descent looking motel. I stood up the car and looked at him with a smirk, yet didn’t say anything. “I’m going to call a truck to get your car picked up…”

“Thanks, I’m going to pick a room, I’ll be right back.” I told him as I turned and went to the motel’s reception. Where an old lady gave me a key for the room 45. Walking back to Dean’s car I see another man standing there with him, they’re talking yet the taller man with long hair looks a bit annoyed. When I reached enough to hear he said “Dean, we’re on a hunt, you can play mechanic now.” But he shut up when he noticed me.

“Sammy…” Dean said, with a smile, “Meet y/n, he’s my little brother.”

The taller man turned around, forcing a smile, “Hi, I’m Sam.”

I extend my hand to shake his, “Y/N, nice too met you.”

“Yeah.” Sam forced another smile, “What happened to your car?”

I shrugged, “I really don’t know… Just broke down in the middle of the road.”

“It did but I am going to fix it.” Dean said holding his phone, then turning to keep talking with it for a couple minutes, leaving me with his brother.

“So, Y/N, are you a local or just passing through?” Sam asked, brushing his hear backwards with his hand.

“Passing through, you guys?” I asked back.

“Same.” He replied with a flat smile.

“And it’s done,” Dean turned with a winning smile, “your car is on the way here.”

I smiled with relief, “Thank you so much.” Dean smiled at my gratitude.

“You can go to your room and we’ll tell you when your car’s here.” Sam said

“Yeah- Again, thanks Dean.” I told him, whom winked at me.

Once in my bedroom I took a warm shower, washed up my hair and changed into some new clothes. I brushed my hair, grabbed my camera and walked downstairs when Dean’s working on my car. He seemed so focused and attractive on that grey shirt and with spots of grease all over him. I couldn’t help but take a picture of him, which he noticed instantly and looked at me surprised for a second but in the other smirked, “You didn’t let me pose.” His eyes in my engine.

“I don’t like the posed pictures.” I leaned against the side of my car, gazing at the street.

Dean scoffed, “Yeah? Why’s that?”

I took another picture, this time of the road. “They’re not genuine.”

“Hmm” Dean smirked again, “I have good news.”

I looked at him with an grin, “What?”

“Turn the engine.” He glanced at the car.

I got in and turned the engine on; a grin grew on me when I heard my baby’s usual purr. “You fixed her”

“Yeap” He popped the ‘p’ proudly, “I’m pretty awesome with cars.”

“I can see that.” I grinned, “Do you want to grab a bite? I’ve heard they make some killer cheeseburgers at Pope’s.”

“Pope’s? I thought you said you weren’t a local.” Dean said, narrowing his eyes a bit, enough to let me know he’s curious.

I smirked, “I told you I’m passing through, doesn’t mean it’s my first passing through this town. Come on, drinks on me, let me pay you for bringing my car back to life.”

Dean contemplated the idea for a long second before nodding, “Okay. Let me clean all this grease up and I’ll meet you in 10 down here, I’ll drive.”

I nod, “All right.”

I’ll Be There for You

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas

Prompt: “Okay, it was my idea. But I don’t feel good about it.”

Warnings: A bit of angst, Dean being a jerk (yes, it needs a warning), Cas being innocent (again, needs a warning), some fluff

Word Count: 1,451 (sorry; this story got away from me)

A/N: This was written for @impalaimagining and her F.R.I.E.N.D.S Quote Challenge. The prompt used in the story is bolded. I also added a bonus of some of the theme song in the story that is also bolded. This is my first time writing Dean, so I hope that it works out. Please give me feedback so that I can continue to provide you guys with more writings!!

Originally posted by lipstick-mother-fucker

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