salt and burn the bones


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Imagine always laughing at Dean’s stupid puns, making him smile a lot more and making Sam laugh at how oblivious his brother is to your crush.

——— Request for nofate88 ———

Of all the poltergeists you’d hunted with the Winchesters over the years, you’d never expected to come across one in a breakfast diner. You thought it was the head chef that died thirty years prior, but you’d salted and burned the bones and it was still haunting the place. That meant you, Sam, and Dean had to go back to the source: the pancake house.

“Despite the fact someone was murdered here, those pancakes look amazing,” you comment, pointing your finger at the advertisement plastered to the wall, boasting of the best pancakes in all of Arizona.

Dean shakes his head, an expectant grin coming to his face as he shoots towards you jokingly, “Haunted French pancakes give me the crepes.”

You snort in your amusement, your laughter coming out loud in the abandoned pancake house, “Nice one, Dean.”

Sam shakes his head, rolling his eyes, “Can we just handle the ghost, please?”


Originally posted by yaelstiel

You and Sam sit in his rental while trying to keep warm. The both of you are keeping watch on a young guy at his house, a potential target of a vengeful spirit you’re hunting. While Dean is off locating the spirit’s bones to salt and burn, you and Sam are on watch duty.

The two of you had been in the car for hours when you see the guy come out of the house, bundled up in a thick coat. He climbs into his car and backs off the driveway. Once he starts heading down his street, Sam starts the car and follows after him. You drive for a couple of minutes before he turns into the parking lot of a local bar. You and Sam aren’t that far behind.  

As soon as you crossed the threshold of the bar’s front door, the bartender calls loudly, “Hey, lovebirds, why don’t ya give us a smooch?” He grins as he points at a spot above your heads. When you look up, you are embarrassed to see mistletoe. The whole bar turns to you both and starts to cheer encouragingly.

Sam gives you a helpless shrug, but his eyes glimmer when he tilts your chin up and leans down to plant a soft kiss on your lips. The bar whoops and whistles, but neither of you really care. When you part, there are smiles on both your faces. “Come on,” Sam laughs as he takes your hand and pulls you to the bar.

Originally posted by personal-interest-in-you

You float around the bunker placing cheap decorations on the walls and railings. The year had been tough for you, Castiel, and the Winchesters, and you hope that bringing a little joy in your humble home would lift everyone’s spirits.

You are alone in the bunker as you whistle some Christmas tunes and hang your homemade “Merry Christmas” banner. Once it’s up, you take a step back and inspect your work. It isn’t exactly Martha Stewart, but it’s the best you could do with the resources you have. And frankly, the bunker has never felt so homey.

“It’s missing a little something,” you hear. You turn and find Dean coming down the steps to join you.

“I agree,” you nod. “Are Sam and Cas here yet?”

“I ain’t talkin’ about them,” he chuckles as he comes to stand beside you. He lifts his hand above his head, and you look up.  What you see makes your cheeks turn red. “Mistletoe,” he grins. “I think this means you owe me a kiss.”

You laugh softly. “I don’t think I owe you anything. In fact, it should be you who owes me something. Have you seen what I did to the place? I mean, not even—”

Whatever you were about to say is interrupted by Dean’s lips on yours. He kisses you gently, the kind of kiss that leaves you feeling a little light-headed. When you part, you let out a shaky exhale. “Was that payment enough?” he asks, his voice low and rough.

“Not even close,” you answer as you pull him in for a deep kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist, the mistletoe long forgotten on the floor.  

It started like all the things that start with Cas: out of the blue.

One day it was the typical “Hello, Dean. What are you doing?” while Dean was doing, well, anything, and the other was “Would you please pass me the salt, shekh ma shieraki anni*?” while they were eating dinner.

Now, Dean is a hunter, he knows many odd and forgotten languages, thankyouverymuch, but this, though familiar, he couldn’t understand.

 Maybe it was common courtesy in Enochian to say that, but the sound didn’t resemble Enochian. Or, for the matter, didn’t seem to be common courtesy at all, since, at the end of a hunt, after salt’n’ burning the bones of a nasty ghost that threw Dean in the dirt rather forcibly, he went all “I’m glad that you’re ok, shekh ma shieraki anni.” And Sam, that was beside him, looked at them with wide eyes and then snickered; he fucking snickered.

So, Dean, being even more confused than before, muttered a simple “Uh, ok”, made his way past Cas, collected their stuff and went towards the car. In the meanwhile his mind was twirling around, trying to pin when the hell he already heard that.

 He decided that this needed research after the third time it happened, which was the next morning.

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Drunk Confessions

Summary: You get shit face drunk and tell Dean how you really feel

It had been a successful hunt, for once. Other than a few scrapes on you and the boys, no one got hurt. You had salted and burned the bones, and had gotten rid of the spirit with little to no problems. Dean was driving, and Metallica was flowing softly out of the speakers of the Impala. “Hey, why don’t we go to a bar to celebrate?” Dean suggested, and Sam sighed deeply, letting his head fall forward.

“You know, I’m gonna celebrate by getting a full night’s sleep, just drop me off at the motel.” he said. “Fine, stick in the mud.” you commented from the backseat, and Dean chuckled. He pulled into the motel parking lot, and let Sam out, before taking off in the direction of the nearest bar. You walked up to the door and went in. It looked about the same as most of the bars you went to on the road. With girls, desperate for attention, and guys giving it to them.

Unfortunately, Dean was one of those guys. As soon as you sat down at the bar and ordered a drink, you turned and he was already hitting on a pretty blonde woman. You sighed, wishing you hadn’t come. But, you were going to stick with “celebrating” and you downed some whisky. You tried as hard as you could to forget about Dean’s endeavours with other women, but you couldn’t help but hear female giggling coming from behind you, and looked to see Dean getting rather touchy-feely with the girl he was chatting up. You put your head in your hands. No. Your night was not going to be like this.

You were not going to obsess once again, over Dean and his various conquests. Tonight, you were gonna get shit-faced drunk. “Hey.” you called to the bartender. “What can I get for you?” he asked, maybe a little too flirtatious. “6 shots of tequila, please.” you said. He nodded and went off, poured the liquid into 6 small cups, before bringing them over to you. “Thanks.” you said and he wandered off, to help another person. You downed the shots quickly, and soon started feeling the buzz. You decided to go back to whiskey, though, you never really liked tequila.

Soon enough, you were, as you had planned earlier, shit-faced drunk. You looked at your watch, it was 12:35 am. You decided you needed to get home,the motel was a short walk away, and besides, Dean had probably left with giggly blonde chick. You paid your tab and began to stumble out the door, when someone grabbed your shoulder. You spun around awkwardly, and could see Dean’s face.

“Hey, Dean.” you slurred. “Hey, you need some help there?” he asked. “Pshhh, naw.” you said and began to walk past him, quickly tripping and falling to the ground, barely catching yourself with your hands. “Okay, okay,” Dean chuckled, and helped you off of the ground. “Let’s go.” he said, and began walking down the sidewalk. “Wait,woah woah, what about Baby?” you asked, stopping and looking around.

“Before I got too drunk I dropped her off at the motel.” he explained, and you nodded before leaning on Dean and starting, or trying to, walk again. “Hey, Dean?” you looked up at him. “Ya?” he responded, focusing on steadying you. “I love you.” you said and he chuckled. “Ya, ok.” “No, seriously.” you said, walking in front of him and stopping him, supporting yourself with your hands on his shoulders. “I seriously love you. Like, since the day we met. You’re so funny, and nice to me, and awesome, and I love you.” you slurred.

Dean’s face turned red. You two didn’t talk the rest of the walk home, but Dean thought a lot. He only knew two things for sure in this world. Bert and Ernie are gay, and drunk people don’t lie. He had always been in love with you, too. He was never going to tell you that, he figures he would end up embarrassing himself. But now he knew, and he would be over the moon if it weren’t for one thing. He had been as drunk as you were, and he didn’t remember anything the next day. He knew that when you woke up you wouldn’t remember that you had told him, and he sure as hell didn’t want to bring it up. But I guess that was the only way. Soon, you two had walked into the motel room, which was right next to Sam’s. He led you to your bed and tucked you in. “Hey, Y/N?” he asked. “Mhm?” you answered half awake. “I love you too.” he said, and kissed your forehead, before climbing into his own bed.


- Danie


As promised, here is the intro to Puppies!!! (pretty happy with these adorable pictures!!!) 

Warnings: Maybe angst, adorable puppies, future smut probs.

Words: 1,210 

You have been hunting with the Winchesters for years. Y’all have ganked bitches together and have seen some pretty weird shit throughout the years. However, today took the cake for weird shit.

We had a simple salt and burn case. Sam and Dean dug up the dude’s bones while Cas and I kept watch. (Who really wants to be caught digging up bones?) When the bones started burning, a very pissed off witch tried to sneak up on the Winchesters. Naturally, I threw a knife at her and tried to reach her before she reached the boys. Of course, she threw me across the graveyard and into a tombstone. 

Your head was pounding and everything was spinning as you lifted yourself off the ground. You reached up to feel your head and found a goose egg right above your eye. Brilliant. You see flames a few tombstones over but don’t see your friends. You ran to the fire and your fears were confirmed. Nothing was there except piles of clothes that belonged to Sam, Dean and Cas. You began to look around frantically and called there names as loud as you could. You kept this up until your voice became hoarse, and you fell to the ground as your body was raked with sobs. The boys, my boys… you thought as you laid on the grass sobbing into your friends clothes. You hear soft, footsteps but you stay on the ground. You didn’t have the people most important in your life, so what was the point? Let the witch finish me off, you thought. However, instead of feeling pain, you felt something soft rub on your leg. You sit up and see three adorable puppies looking at you wagging their tails. As soon as you make eye-contact, they pounce on you and nuzzle you everywhere they can. Despite the loneliness you felt moments before, the puppies made you smile, just a little bit. 

“Okay fluff balls, in the car.” You say as you walk towards Dean’s impala. Your heart spasms remembering your loss. Each puppy climbs into the back and settles in. You look back and give the puppies a closer look. The first one you notice is the tan beagle. He is sitting perfectly still, gazing at you with blue eyes that seem to look straight into your soul… How silly. It’s just a dog. Next you see the chocolate lab and the pit bull puppies. They are wrestling one another and the pit bull has the poor lab’s ear. You swat at the pitiful and he looks at you with very offended green eyes. What is with these dogs’ eyes??? If dogs could grin, the lab would be grinning ear to ear as you swatted the other puppy.

When you get to the bunker, you gather all three squirming puppies into your arms and carry them in. As you set them down, and each bolts in a different direction. Slowly, you grab three bowls out of the cupboard and poured water in each one. You set the bowls on the floor and made a mental note to get food in the morning. Maybe you could go with Sam. Sam loves dogs. Your thoughts are like a knife to the heart and you slide down the wall and back to the floor. Sobs break from your body and you can’t keep your mind off of the friends you lost. Then, a small, wet tongue licks your arm.






Summary: Reader and Dean both have crushes on each other, but refuse to admit it. Cas and Sam decide the reader will fake date Cas to make Dean jealous, but when the reader gets injured on a hunt, they admit their feelings to each other.

A/N: This was my first imagine, i’m just posting it here so that notes can be made on it. I’ll probably post all of my original imagines again so notes can be made :) I’m working on some new stuff for you guys, gonna try and get one up tonight or tomorrow morning.

“I think I found something!” Sam called out triumphantly from the library of the bunker. I stood up and walked around the table to stand behind Sam, and read the old and tattered newspaper on the ancient and supposedly haunted house.
“Guess it must be a vengeful spirit then. Now we just need to find the bones to salt and burn them,” I said, relieved to finally know what we were dealing with. Sam smiled tiredly at me.

“Since we’re done with the research, do you wanna watch a movie? To take your mind off of things?” Sam offered as he scraped his chair back and stood up.

Sam was my best friend, and he was the only person I had told about my not so little crush on Dean. He had encouraged me to confess my feelings to Dean, and insisted that he believed Dean felt the same way, but I was skeptical, and refused to admit my emotions to him. Considering he was out at a bar and probably hitting on random girls, instead of doing research with Sam and I, I highly doubted he even felt the same way, but Sam still insisted I talk to Dean.
“No thanks Sam, I’m just gonna go to sleep” I replied, saying goodnight to Sam as he smiled before hugging me and then walking into the kitchen.

I sighed, turning and beginning to walk past the base of the stairs. When Dean suddenly stumbled through the door of the bunker with a random girl clinging onto his arm, giggling profusely and trailing her hands down Dean’s arm constantly.

Dean was grinning widely and led her down the stairs and into the library, tripping over his feet as he stepped off of the last step and stumbling forward, crashing into me, causing me to stumble backwards.

The lanky blonde beside him fell down, too intoxicated to catch herself before crashing to the ground. Dean was leaning on me heavily, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the girl he brought home from the bar was struggling to stand back up in her high stilettos and drunken state. I pushed Dean off of me, rolling my eyes as he protested and tried to hug me. I pushed him off me and walked away toward the kitchen, my previous decision of going to my bedroom abandoned.

“No Y/N wait” Dean called after me, before I hear the blonde yell at him to help her off the ground. I walked into the kitchen and sat on the counter, ignoring the questioning look Sam was giving me, as we listened to the shouts of Dean and the girl before eventually hearing the door to the bunker slam shut and Dean’s footsteps retreating back down the steps and into his room. I sighed as I looked down, until I heard the familiar flutter of wings that signified Castiel had entered the room. I glanced up at Sam and Cas, who were both staring at me, Sam with a pitiful look on his face and Cas who looked confused and thoughtful, as if he had a possible solution for a difficult problem.

“It’s alright Y/N, he’s drunk, you know Dean. He’s just stressed from the job, we’ve all had these nights” Sam said, staring at me with such care and worry for my emotions, but I couldn’t help but feel the desire for it to be Dean comforting me, even though he was the one who caused me this emotional pain in the first place.

“Y/N, I know it doesn’t seem like it, but Dean really does care for you. Maybe if you just talked to him…” 

“Sam if he liked me this way he wouldn’t bring home girls every second night! I’m just a friend to him, nothing more nothing less.” I snapped back at Sam, rolling my eyes.

“Y/N, I know it doesn’t seem likely but I think Sam has a point. I’ve seen the way Dean looks at you, it is different from the way he looks at Sam and me and all the girls he sees and talks to.” Said Cas thoughtfully.

“I just don’t understand why he would go out with other girls when he harbors these feelings for you” Cas muttered, looking at me with a confused expression on his face. 

“Maybe he’s trying to make you jealous” suggested Sam with a small smile on his face.

“Yeah, I wish” I sighed.

“If he is trying to make you jealous, maybe you should also do that. If you pretended to date someone I guarantee Dean will be all over you.” Sam exclaimed triumphantly.

“So you’re saying I should just fake date someone to make Dean jealous? Who? I don’t exactly know many guys except for you and Cas” I said skeptically.

“I would happily fake date you if it will assist in getting you and Dean together” offered Castiel. “I’m not sure how to engage in a proper romantic human relationship, but I suppose since Dean is so infatuated with you it would not be hard to persuade him our relationship is real and cause him to regret not acting upon his feelings for you” said Cas, making Sam laugh.

“Alright, in the morning we begin project get Dean and Y/N together. I’ll feed him the false information about your new found love, and you two act like the adorable fake couple you are,” said Sam before grinning and walking out of the room. Cas and I smiled at each other before leaving the kitchen.
The next morning, I walked out of my room and into the kitchen. Yawning, I began to make some coffee, knowing the brothers would want some as soon as they woke up, especially since Dean would have a massive hangover.

"Morning Y/N” “Hey Sammy” I replied, pouring the coffee into three mugs, and passing one to Sam. I heard loud groaning from the doorway, and glanced up to see Dean walking slowly through the doorway, one hand clutching his head.

“Might want to take some aspirin Dean, we’re heading out later today to salt and burn the bones of the spirit haunting the house” Sam called out.

“Shut up Sammy, this headache is killing me” groaned Dean, gratefully taking the coffee and aspirin I offered him. 

After breakfast, we all got in the impala and Dean began driving towards the cemetery. I was sitting in the backseat, and Sam was in shotgun. 

“Hey Y/N, how are you and Cas going?” Asked Sam with a slight smirk on his face.

“Actually Sam, he asked me to be his girlfriend last night. So I guess I’m not single anymore!” I said with a smile on my face. Dean’s hands tightened around the steering wheel slightly, and he swerved slightly into the neighboring lane. 

“What? Come on Y/N you can’t be serious! Of all people and supernatural beings, Cas?” He shouted.

“Calm down Dean! I don’t see why it matters to you who I date, and besides, Cas is really sweet and likes me for who I am.” I argue, defending Cas. Dean sighed, and glanced at me briefly in the rearview mirror before setting his eyes back on the road and continuing to drive. Suddenly we heard wings in the car.
“Hello Y/N” said a gruff voice next to me.

“Hey Cas!” I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. Cas half smiled at me and moved closer to me on the back seat, before awkwardly placing his arm around my shoulder, glancing down at me for my approval of his actions. I gave him a small nod and a smile, before leaning into him. He was stiff beneath me, as if he didn’t know how to react. “Relax babe,” I laughed, causing Dean to scoff and roll his eyes. Sam smirked again, before telling Dean to take the turnoff to get to the cemetery.
Once we arrived at the graveyard, we all piled out of the car. Dean refused to look at Cas and me as we held hands and stood to the side as Sam and Dean grabbed what we needed from the trunk. Once he had grabbed a shovel, he turned and pushed it into Castiel’s chest, causing him to let go of my hand to grab the shovel. I shot him an apologetic smile before walking over to Sam to get the salt off of him.

"Y/N, if you can’t see that he likes you now, seeing as he is acting like he is hating Cas at the moment, then I don’t know what will persuade you.” Sam said insistently, handing me the salt.

“I don’t know Sam, he might just be in a bad mood,” I suggested. 

"He was fine before you told him you were dating Cas” Sam said, before beginning to walk towards where Dean and Cas had already located the grave and had begun digging. There was obvious tension between the two of them as Dean completely ignored Castiel’s presence. Cas looked as if he didn’t know how to react to Dean’s angry behavior towards him. I trailed after Sam holding the salt in one hand while using the other to brush my hair off my face. 

Once the grave was completely dug up, Sam poured the gas and salt over the body and I pulled the lighter out of my pocket. I began flipping it, struggling to get a flame. 

“Y/N look out!” My head shot up and I began to spin around when I heard Sam’s shout when suddenly I was flung forward and through the air. I hit a tree nearby to the grave and crumpled to the floor, my vision going cloudy and my head throbbing. I tried to stand up but my arms wobbled and I collapsed back on the ground in a heap. My eyes stared to close and I struggled to stay awake. I could vaguely see Sam swinging an iron rod at the ghost and Cas fling the lighter, which had now produced a flame, onto the bones which resulted in the ghost going up in a blaze of orange and red flames. My eyes closed once again, and I resisted the urge to slip into unconsciousness as I saw a third figure, Dean, running towards me and shouting my name. Dean wrapped his strong arms around my legs and shoulders and lifted me up against his strong chest.

“Stay awake Y/N, please stay awake. Your gonna be ok, it’s gonna be ok…” Dean sounded close to tears as he cradled me to his chest and began to run towards the impala, shouting out to Sam to start the car. I let my head rest on his warm chest and listened to his steady and rhythmic heartbeat. I resisted the urge to let my eyes close once more, staring up into Dean’s worried face, before I couldn’t resist any longer, and my eyes closed, before I slipped into a deep unconscious state, just barely hearing Dean shout at me to stay awake before completely blacking out.
“Are you sure she’s gonna be ok? She should’ve woken up by now Sammy!” I stirred from my deep sleep, hearing the sound of Dean’s worried voice just meters away from my bed. I hear Sam sigh. 

“She should be fine Dean, I think she should wake up soon anyway” he said, sounding slightly less worried than Dean.

“And if she doesn’t? I can’t lose her Sammy, I’ve already lost so many people. I’ve practically lost her to freaking Cas already, but if she died? I couldn’t live with myself” I opened my eyes, squinting against the light in the dim room. We were back at the bunker, and I was laying on my bed with the blankets pulled over me. Dean turned his head and caught sight of me, and when he saw I was awake, he quickly walked over to the bed.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you’re ok. How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” Dean stumbled over his words as he made sure I was alright. I gave a small laugh, causing me to wince slightly at the pain in my head. Dean noticed and quickly grabbed some aspirin and a glass of water off of the bedside table and offered them to me, while Sam quietly walked out of the room and shut the door. I smiled and thanked Dean before swallowing the tablets. 

“How are you feeling?” Dean enquired, sitting beside me on the bed and frowning slightly down at me.

“I’m fine Dean, honestly. Just have a small headache, but I’ll be perfectly fine and ready to hunt again tomorrow” I smiled, but it dropped from my face upon seeing Dean’s incredulous expression.

“Are you kidding me Y/N? You could’ve died, and you’re all set to go back out hunting tomorrow? I could’ve lost you, and Sammy and I can’t lose any more people. And Cas doesn’t deserve to lose you either…” Dean trailed off, his shouting voice getting quieter as he sighed and rubbed his hand down his face.

“Look Dean, Cas and I aren’t really dating” I trailed off, sighing. “Truth is, I like you. A lot. And I was too afraid to tell you but…” I was cut off by Dean’s soft lips pressing against my own. Our lips moved in sync, and after a few seconds we pulled away from each other and rested our foreheads together.

“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for so long,” breathed Dean, as he smiled down at me.

“I love you Y/N,” he whispered, staring into my eyes, his own filled with compassion and love towards me.

“I love you too” I smiled up at him, pulling him back down by his neck to connect our lips once more, feeling complete and content at last.