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Put Your Money On Me (pt. 2)

Character: Jason Crouse (The Good Wife)

Word Count: 2,272

Summary: Jason and Jen flirt some more; Jen begins to realize she might already be in a little too deep.

Warnings: None

Note: I meant to make this chapter longer, but it was getting pretty long as it was, so I decided to save the rest of what I had planned for this chapter for the next part. Also, I meant to make this more of a slow burn, but… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I don’t think I’m capable, y’all. I’m too thirsty for romance and Jason in general, lol.

Previous Chapters: Pt. 1

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Speaking the truth - Dean Imagine

Request - “can you do a sam or dean imagine (you choose) the reader has been cursed and she says everything shes thinking without being able to control it and its a little funny and fluffy between the reader and sam or dean :D thank you<3”


Your name: submit What is this?

Saying you overslept was an understatement, you must have slept at least 20 hours or more. It was dark outside, you looked over at your clock which read 21:36 and jumped out of bed, throwing on a hoody and shorts and making your way to the library.

You had to deal with a witch that was cursing the town, resulting in some brutal murders between, what was suspected to be, happily married couples. The witch really knocked the wind out of you, knocking you out cold. Now here you were, sleeping for almost a full day, but you felt like you deserved it.

You made your way towards the brothers who were sat next to each other at the large table in the middle of the library. Your feet padded across the cold floor boards, taking a seat opposite the boys.

“Well, look who decided to wake up!” Dean exclaimed, making you wince from the sudden boom of his voice.

“Did you sleep well? That witch really got you good.” Sam asked, shooting a small smile towards you.

“I’ve slept more in one night than I have in a whole month, I feel great.” Your voice was still groggy from sleep.

“And what did the princess dream of in her slumber?” Dean spoke, his voice thick with sarcasm. He gave you a cocky smirk.

You knew he was joking, and you would usually reply with something witty like, Oh, just dragons and orcs, protecting the land from all evil.’ But what actually came out of your mouth surprised everyone in the room.

“I dreamt of you.” Your eyes widened in horror and you slapped both of your hands over your mouth, shutting your eyes tight from embarrassment.

Both of the boys laughed but it soon died down when they saw you with your face in your hands, shaking your head.

“What’s wrong with you? I thought that was pretty funny.” Sam chuckled.

You looked up to face the boys, your cheeks a slight shade of pink. “I’m embarrassed because what I said was true.” You shook your head trying to figure out what was happening. “I can’t control what I’m saying, fuck!” You shouted, slamming your head on the table.

“What do you mean you can’t control what you’re saying?” Dean’s eyes widened, grabbing your arm to check if your anti-possession tattoo was still intact and a sigh of relief escaped his lips.

“I don’t know, whatever I’m thinking just spills out, I can’t help but answer with the truth. Oh god! I bet it was that fucking witch, son of a bitch!” You raised your voice through gritted teeth. You saw the brother’s exchange looks and they both grinned mischievously.

You furrowed your brow and narrowed your eyes at them. “Who’s smarter, me or Dean?” Sam smirked.

“You, when it comes to researching and piecing the clues together but Dean is smarter when it comes to tactics and fighting.” That wasn’t that bad, you thought they were planning on asking something way worse.

“Who’s cuter, me or Sam?” You gave Dean your best bitch face, showing how pissed off you was for him taking advantage of this.

“You.” You grunted after, rolling your eyes and looking down at your lap. You could feel the smirk on Dean’s face.

“Why do you think he’s cuter?” Sam asked, holding back a fit of giggles.

‘What the hell is this, 21 questions?’

“His eyes are beautiful, and all those little freckles and his lips…Oh god his lips.” You mumbled the last part, sinking into your seat and holding your face, trying to hide the embarrassment in your face.

Sam coughed loudly, grabbing your attention. A smile was painted on his face and he stood up, walking away from the table. “I’m gonna go out and get some grub, be back soon.” He flashed a look at Dean, doing that mind reading thing you hated so much.

“I hate it when you do that…that stupid reading each other’s mind thing.”

They both laughed and suddenly you heard the bunkers door slam shut.

“So, I’m definitely going to take advantage of this whether you like it or not. Are my jokes and references bad?” You snapped yourself out of your disconcerted state and looked Dean in the eyes.

“No, I find them adorable and funny, it’s a reason why I like you so much.”

You could almost see the cogs turning in his head, processing more questions to ask.

“Do you really think I’m cuter than Sam?” He grinned wide at you.

“Of course, Sam’s cute but you’re fucking hot.” Your cheeks flushed red again and your heart picked up its pace.

“What do you like most about me?” You noticed how his expression had changed. It was a lot softer and almost hopeful.

“How protective and caring you are.”

“What do you hate most about me?”

“How you always doubt yourself and how you see yourself as a monster rather than a hero.”

He paused for a moment, taking in what you had said and probed the next question which really caught you by surprise.

“Do you love me? And I don’t mean family love, like, are you in love with me?” His lips curled up slightly, forming a sly smirk.

Your eyes widened, knowing you were unable to stop what was about to come out of your mouth. “Yes, I’m in love with you.”

You thought the first question was shocking enough, but you were wrong. “Do you think I feel the same way?”

“Of course you don’t feel the same way.” You wanted to run away at the point, you wanted to run and keeping running.

“Why do you think I don’t feel the same way?” He tilted his head and his eyebrows knotted together. He leaned close over the table, awaiting your next uncontrollable confession.

“Because I’m nothing compared to those girls you pick up at bars. They’re all perfect, with makeup and dresses and they took time to look amazing and then I’m a hunter who doesn’t have time for that and is covered in scars and looks like shit most of the time.” Your eyes were glistening with unreleased tears, this stuff was personal, something you would never admit to and now you had no choice, it was like some fucked up form of torture.

You buried your face in your hands but they were soon pulled away when Dean was sat on the table, looking down at you.

“Do you really think that?” He looks thrown and disquieted by your confession. He cupped your face so you were looking into his amazing green eyes.

“Yes.” You swallowed hard, trying to rid yourself from the lump in your throat.

A stray tear slid down your cheek and Dean leaned in, kissing it away and then crashing his lips to yours. The kiss was short and sweet, still leaving you breathless.

“Well, you’re wrong. You’re a hell of a lot better than those bar skanks.” He leaned back. “I mean, you actually understand and laugh at my jokes, they don’t. They aren’t real unlike you, you’re badass and you’re hot, like damn. How can I not be in love with you?”

You couldn’t hold back your smile or giggles any longer.

“Are you serious? You love me?”

“Yeah, Y/N. Always have.” He winked.

“This whole ‘speaking the truth’ curse wasn’t that bad after all.” You let out a breathy laugh. “But can we please try and reverse it; I really don’t want you to hear all my thoughts.”

“Oh c’mon tell-“

You stood up and put a finger up to his mouth, cutting him off. You started walking away to your room but spun on your heel to look at Dean. “It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, I’d rather show you.” You winked at him with a smirk before continuing to your room, Dean instantly following behind you.


The Sam version of this imagine request is being written by another writer :) 

- Icarus

Music student!Luke constantly wondering what music you had coming through your headphones everyday. Him not being able to help the fact that he would try and figure out what new records you would carry into your dorm every Saturday. That was until he walked into the campus record store early one Saturday to find you sitting on the floor, stacks upon stacks of vinyls, CDs, and tapes around you. He walked up behind you, shaking his a little at the fact that, even though you were literally surrounded by music, you still had your headphones in. He tapped you on the shoulder, scaring you a bit, but still getting your attention. After talking for a few minutes about the stacks around you, the two of you were on your way back to your dorm so you could show him you ever growing music collection. Luke was shocked into silence when you opened the door to reveal your room, which was covered in shelves and bookcases overflowing with albums. After little convincing, Luke ended up staying in your dorm all night, the two of you eventually falling asleep to one of your softer albums.