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Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request: “Could You Write Something Where The Reader Pretty Much Grows Up With The Winchesters And Her Mom Dies And So They Basically Adopt Her And The Reader Develops Feelings For Dean But Doesn’t Think He Feels The Same Way About Her? Thank You!”

Warnings: Mild swearing, death, mentions of sex. 

Word Count: 2009

Notes: Since you didn’t really specify any ending I just winged it, hope you enjoy anon! -Dani (You’re welcome for proofreading this, Dani! -Lottie) (Also Y/M/N means “your mom’s name”)

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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.”

“Definitely.”

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There Are Worse Things

Pairings/ Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Summary: The Reader and Dean’s relationship…or lack thereof

Prompts: #laurahits1k, There are Worse Things I Could Do from the movie Grease

Word count: 882

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, heartache, fear, abandonment

A/N: @just-another-busy-fangirl@leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid, my beta

*Bold & in Italics are song lyrics*

*GIFs are not mine*


There are worse things I could do,
Than go with a boy or two.

“Sam. Dean. Hurry up and find the bones. I think I saw five-oh patrolling the lot.”

“Well princess, if you got your ass down here and help us dig, maybe we’d be done already…” Dean huffs in a frustrated voice while Sam chuckles at your “arguement.” Sam knows you both have feelings for each other but are too stubborn and pig-headed to actually do anything about it.  So these little “arguments” will continue until one of you eventually snaps and reveals your feelings or runs away.

Originally posted by canonspngifs


Even though the neighborhood thinks I’m trashy,
And no good,
I suppose it could be true,
But there are worse things I could do.


“Y/N? Why are you dressed like…well….that?” Dean asks in a worried tone.

She was wearing a red and black pinstriped corset that showed way too much bust (in Dean’s opinion anyway), a black pleated skater mini skirt that showed off her muscular legs beautifully, and calf-length faux leather 4-inch stiletto heels.

“Like what?” she asks with a raised brow and angrily pursed lips

“Nevermind. I’m just gonna stay here and do some research.  You and Sammy have fun.” Dean mumbles while nervously running his hands across the back of his neck repeatedly.


I could flirt with all the guys,
Smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
Make them think they stand a chance,
Then refuse to see it through.
That’s a thing I’d never do.


“Y/N, please don’t do anything rash like take that douchebag back to the motel.” Dean pleads with you nervously with a hint of disgust.

“Dean, relax. I can handle myself. Besides, I never said I was going to bring him back with me tonight…:” Y/N whispers into his ear before sauntering over to the mark.


I could stay home every night,
Wait around for Mr. Right.
Take cold showers every day,
And throw my life away,
On a dream that won’t come true.


Y/N was sitting alone, curled in on herself under the covers of her motel bed while trying to shut out the sounds of sex filling the room through the thin walls.

Tears run silently down her face as she hears the woman screaming out for Dean and she could barely hear his moans and groans. Her heart aches at the feeling that he will never be with someone like her. Besides, why would Dean Winchester ever love her when he can have any woman he likes? There must be something wrong with her for Dean to ignore the fact that she wears her heart on her sleeve. Hell, even Castiel knows that she loves Dean and he’s oblivious to most common things like flirting or good natured bantering back and forth that has been the staple of Y/N and Dean’s “relationship.”


I could hurt someone like me,
Out of spite or jealousy.
I don’t steal and I don’t lie,
But I can feel and I can cry.
A fact I’ll bet you never knew.
But to cry in front of you,
That’s the worst thing I could do.


“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t watch him go on with these bar flies. Every new conquest steals a little more of my soul and the love I feel for him turns to pain. I’m tired of being alone and in pain. I think that after this hunt, I’m going to pack up and leave. I’ll just disappear and Dean will forget about me easily enough. It really is better this way.” Y/N mutters to herself as she drowns her sorrows and tears into the bottle of Jack she got from the corner market earlier.

Y/N packs the rest of her belongings away and hitches a ride heading out of town. As the tears fall silently down her cheeks, she prays that Dean can find the happiness he deserves even though it will never be with her. Maybe in the years to come, she can forget about the broken heart she got from loving the emerald-eyed hunter but for now, she resigns herself to the constant ache of unrequited love settles into every fiber of her being.

*Dean’s Pov*

“I wonder what I did wrong, Sammy? Y/N doesn’t talk to me anymore. She barely looks at me and I think I did something stupid to drive her away. I know she’s in the life and it’s dangerous for her just knowing me but I can’t help myself and the way I feel about her. I want to, no I need to have her by my side. When she’s not near me, I panic. Of course I do something stupid but she always forgives me. I think that this time is different though… This time I know that there are worse things than having her die in my arms.” Like having her leave me for good.

Originally posted by all-you-need-is-spn

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So here me out.  I’ve come up with a Supernatural au, where Cas is a recently turned werewolf (not the supernatural-has-no-budget-werewolf, I mean a WEREWOLF).  I’m still sorting out all the details, but expect more on this because my head is buzzing with stuff.  There might even be some mini comics in the future… ;D

Why?

Pairings/Characters: Castiel x Reader, Dean, Sam

Summary: After Season 12 Episode “First Blood”. Th reader tries to cheer Castiel up with unforseen consequences.

Word Count: 1,948

Warnings: THERE ARE TRIGGERS so please read the warnings before reading the story.  Angst, little bit of fluff, (minor) character death

Tags: @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid (beta)

A/N: This is a story idea that came to me while I was pissed off and depressed. I was mostly in a dark place so sorry….not sorry….

*GIFs not mine*

Originally posted by bringmepieassbutt

“Dammit Dean! I am trying everything I can to find Kelly. Just give me some time.” Castiel huffs out in frustration.

“We don’t have time Cas! God knows what that kid is capable of and it’s not even born yet!” Dean screams at Cas in barely repressed rage.

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SUPERNATURAL FANS LET’S UNITE AND GET RID OF TRUMP

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te…cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare…Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis…Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine…quem inferi tremunt…Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos.

Every second of the day. I swear i will kill everyone

Dean’s Clothes

  The first time Dean caught a glimpse of you in one of his shirts, he instantly realized just how attracted to you he was. Sure he thought you looked beautiful in your own clothes, especially in the short shorts you wore when you helped him wash baby. But there was something about you in his clothes that made his mouth water and his pants grow a little tighter.

  It all started when you forgot to pack a shirt to wear to bed on a hunt in Detroit. You frowned and let out a sigh. Of course Dean packed extra clothes and just happened to have an oversized Led Zeppelin shirt that you could wear. It came down to your mid thigh and swam on your body. He couldn’t help but think about what you would look like the morning after. Would you wear his shirt from the night before and nothing else?

  When he saw you in one of Sam’s flannels one day in the bunker, he instantly grew angry, and his heart sunk in his chest a little. He thought it was yours and his thing, not something that happened between the three of you. Dean wanted you to only borrow his clothes. He wanted you to be his, and his alone. It was in that moment that he realized that his feelings for you were a lot stronger than he believed them to be.

  Weeks later, you were bleeding out in the backseat of the impala, his arms wrapped around you. You weren’t going to die by any means, but he knew you were in a lot of pain and you needed to stay awake in order for them to fix you up. You were shivering from the cold weather outside, so Dean did what he always did. He shed out of his jacket and flannel and wrapped them around you. You smiled softly, thanking him. This time, he told you that his clothes looked a lot better on you than they did him.

  You asked Dean if you could borrow one of his flannels one night, only because you had all of your sleepwear in the wash and they weren’t quite done yet. Dean smiled, leading you to his room. He let you pick which one you wanted to wear. Much to his surprise, you picked the one he was wearing an hour ago. He wondered why, and you responded with “I like the way it smells; just like you.”

  Dean couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He could feel the tips of his ears heating up as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Something completely unlike him. Girls didn’t make him nervous. But he tried his luck.

  “If you like the way I smell so much, why don’t you just sleep in my bed? Smells just like me, sweetheart,” he winked.

  “Well if you insist.”

  Needless to say, as good as his shirts looked on you, they looked even better off of you. And even better the next morning when he knew you had nothing else on beneath it. 

Dean loved you in his clothes. But then again, Dean loved you.

One Word

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags: Smut, slight daddy kink, slight dirty talk

Words: 1639

Note: Shameless smut, pretty much Porn Without Plot.

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Tags: @mrswhozeewhatsis, @drarina1737, @voidobsession, @milkymilky-cocopuff, @ellen-reincarnated1967, @ilostmyshoe-79, @kittenofdoomage, @onlygodcanjudgeme-sh, @charliebradbury1104, @cici0507, @muchamusedaboutnothing, @thing-you-do-with-that-thing, @thelittleredwhocould, @castieltrash1, @theoneandonlysaucymo, @meeshw777, @professional-pandagirl

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