love sam winchester

7/9. Constantly sending Dean snaps of you and he won't admit it but he finds the filters you use to be cute.

A/N: I put these two together because they really worked. 8 probably also could’ve fit, but I just went with these two. Not my prompts, just my stories. Enjoy!

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“What the hell even is that?” she hears his loud voice yell through the bunker, and she stifles a giggle.

“I make a cute ass bunny!” she yells back, biting her bottom lip.

She waits a few minutes for him to send a response, but he doesn’t. He never does.

That doesn’t deter her, she’s determined to get him to send at least one snap eventually.

She already knows that it’ll take a while. Hell, it took almost a month of convincing him to make him actually download the Snapchat app.

She gnaws on her bottom lip and flips through the filters, looking for a good one.

She pauses at the flower crown, smiling to herself.

Oh, he’d get a good laugh out of this one.

She takes a picture of herself, adds a caption, and sends it.

“Another one?” he crows moments later, and she grins to herself as it shows that he’s seen her message.

Within seconds, he’s peering into her room from the hallway.

“A basic white girl?” he raises an eyebrow as he refers to her comment.

“The dog filter and the flower crown are the basic white girl filters,” she explains with a grin to him. “All the girls use them.”

“You do realize what you’re saying, right?” he asks, giving her a look.

“Oh, allow me my one guilty pleasure,” she sticks her tongue out at him. “This is the closest I get to being a girl.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to send me pictures every few minutes,” he tells her, and she shoots him a look of her own.

“If you just responded to my snaps I wouldn’t send them all the time,” she cuts back. “All it takes is one little message, or a cute picture. That’s it.”

“I’m not going to send you a picture,” he tells her for the fourth time today. “This thing is dumb, anyways.”

She gasps and feigns being hurt. “Are you saying that all those cute selfies I send you are dumb?”

“They’re not cute, they’re weird,” he shakes his head. “And get out of bed, your last three snaps have had the same exact background.”

“Ooh, you’re learning the lingo already!” she gasps, and he groans before he walks away.

She smiles to herself and debates on sending him a really strange snap, maybe the toilet face one. She finally decides against it, that she won’t bless him with such a picture until he starts sending some back of his own.

“I’m still waiting on a snap!” she calls, knowing that he’s still within earshot.

“You’re not gonna get one!” he returns, and she exhales, frowning to herself.

Maybe she needed to think outside the box…

She sighs and looks through what she’s got, and finally decides on her last snap for a little while.

After fixing her hair and sitting up so that it wouldn’t be the same background as the pictures from before, she takes a picture with the black and white filter with bright red lipstick.

She’s pretending to blow him a kiss, just the slightest bit of cleavage showing that adds a sexy flare to the picture.

No caption on this one, just the picture and send.

She doesn’t hear any comment from this one, but she sees when he opens it.

A symbol appears, and she bites her lip.

“They’re not cute, huh?” she calls.

“What are you talking about?” he returns in an even voice, but she has all the proof she needs.

“The one I just sent you,” she informs him, as if he doesn’t already know.

“I just got your flower one, nothing else,” he says, and she shakes her head.

“Liar!” she yells back, racing down the hall to find him. She walks into his room and smirks. “Nice try, though.”

“I haven’t gotten one, Sweetheart,” he tells her as she walks up to him.

She looks him in the eye as she sits down on his lap and straddles him, looping her arms around his neck.

“I can see that you screenshot it, Dean.”

COLD (Gabriel x reader)

Warnings: none really just some fluff really

Summary: you’re alone in your cold room, watching Friends when Gabriel knocks on your door.

Note: My first time writing Gabriel, so sorry if it sucks! Aaaaand again, English is not my native language and I would love to get feedback! 

Originally posted by mebeingbored1

You were lying in your bed. It was cold so you had the blanket pulled all up over you, but still you felt cold.

Your laptop was on your lap (ironically), and you were re-watching Friends for the fifth time or so. You had lost count. You were only at season one, and even if you hadn’t known that they would get married, you shipped Chandler and Monica so ever much. They were perfect for each other. How you dreamed about finding that kind of love in your life.

Suddenly, someone knocked on your door. It was late, so it came as a surprise that someone was up this late.

“It’s open.” You said and paused the show. The door opened slowly, and Gabriel came to sight. He had been staying at the Bunker to help you and the Winchesters with a hunt. He was nice, Gabriel. His pranks could be annoying, but he was truly a nice guy who only meant good. And you had fallen for him. His looks, his being, his voice, him. At first you were afraid. Falling in love with an Archangel seemed dangerous for some reason.

“I’m bored.” He said. You laughed at his statement, and signed him to sit next to you. He rolled his eyes, but did as you wanted.

“Are you watching that damn show again?” he asked sarcastically. You looked at him and smiled. He looked so adorable. If he was an animal, he would be a dog. Probably a Corgi. Hoping that he hadn’t read your mind, you turned and started the show again.

“I am, and now you’re gonna watch it with me.” You asked, making him smile. He moved closer to you, wrapping an arm around. He was warm against your cold.

“You’re freezing.” He stated and looked concerned at you.

“I definitely am.” You answered him. He took the computer of your lap and placed it at the end of the bed, and then the most amazing thing happened. He pulled you into himself, and, his wings. They seemed to fill the whole room when they wrapped around you. They were warm and beautiful, golden.

“What are you doing Gabriel?” you asked a little confused why he was acting like this.

He stopped up and looked shocked at you.

“You can, see them…? he asked, still shocked.

“Yes. Why? Is that bad? I can’t see Castiel’s, but I just guessed that it’s only Archangel wings that are visible…” you explained.

“Wings are not visible, only, only for mates.” He said. You gave him a confused look.

“Mates?” you questioned.

“Soul mates.” He said and looked down. You stopped breathing, and it felt as if time stopped. Gabriel and you, locked together.

“That means that we-“

“Are soul mates.” He finished.

“How is that even possible?” you asked confused.

“I-I don’t know. I just.” He took a deep breath in. “It explains why I have loved you from the moment I saw you.” He said and smiled, hoping it didn’t sound too cheesy. You blushed and looked into his beautiful eyes. He looked so happy, breathtaking.

“I love you too.” You said. He smiled even more before he leaned down to kiss you.

And yes, maybe it was dangerous to fall in love with an Archangel. But it was worth it.


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anonymous asked:

Why is Sam Winchester so amazing also why are you

Why is Sam amazing?  In Marie’s words because he’s sweet, brave, and selfless and “there’s nothing he can’t do”.  He has the ability to persevere through the bad and the terrible.  Through all of life’s difficulties and obstacles, to literally hell and back, Sam taught all of us to never doubt one’s own abilities, that people can be good, even when everything is against them.  People can choose to be good.  Sam showed that life can throw the worst at people and break them, but people can still be kind and have hope and faith and no matter the horrors they’ve seen, they can still see and believe in the good in people.   

Thank you anon for the lovely message :-)