spn fan fic

Regarding Dean

Characters:  Dean, Reader, Sam

Summary:  Sam calls reader to babysit Dean after he’s cursed by a witch.

Warnings:  Angst-ish

Word Count:  1776

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Regarding Dean

The screen lights up on your phone, Sam Winchester’s name flashing on the screen.This can’t be good, otherwise Sam would never, ever call you. Not after everything that happened. Should you answer? You don’t really want to dredge all that shit up. But if he’s calling, it’s important. You’re thumb hovers over the green button. It’s on the third ring before you decide to answer.  


“(Y/N)? It’s me, Sam. Please, don’t hang up, just hear me out.”

“I’m listening.”

“Thank…thank you. Listen, I wouldn’t be calling if I didn’t need help, you know that I wouldn’t. But I need you.”


You can’t figure out how Sam knows you’re in the area. You haven’t had contact with Dean or Sam for over year. Is he still keeping tabs on you through the hunter network?  It’s touching in a way, you’ve always had a soft spot for Sammy. Truth is, you miss him.

Why the fuck are you driving to the motel right now? Why would you willingly put yourself in this position? Must be temporary insanity. It’s the only logical explanation. Maybe you should drive straight to the psych ward and check yourself in after this is over.

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Were You Try to Piss Me Off?

Pairing:  Dom!Sam x Sub!Reader (Female)

Summary:   Sam and the Reader have been dancing around a kink they both share, so the reader pisses him off to see that side of him again.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Dirty talk, Language (probably say the f word like 200 times.) LOTS OF SMUT, OH MY CHUCK! Like a dom/sub relationship, fingering, oral (male receiving), sex, Angry!Sam. LIKE THIS IS SO DIRTY LOOK AWAY.

A/N: This is soooooo dirty. I was given a prompt and I don’t even know where I went with it. I’m so sorry. ANYWAY, this is for @kas-not-cas 2.5K Dialogue Challenge, and my prompt was: “Oh so you think I’m cute when I get angry? Well, get ready because I’m about to get gorgeous!” 

A/N 2: ALSO BIG BIG BIG SHOUT OUT TO MY BETA @highonpastries without her encouragement I honestly would never have posted this work of trash, so make sure you send her love!

(GIFs are not mine!)

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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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Bad Ideas And Jean Thighs

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 986

Pairing: DeanxReader

Summary: You’re in a dry spell that’s frustrating you to no end. Dean lets you ride his thigh to take the edge off.

A/N: Sorry this is late today guys. I had a big weekend, which means tomorrow’s fic might be late as well.

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Watch Your Mouth

Characters: Sam x Reader, Dean

Word Count: 1,120

Warnings: fluff, angry!sam, Dean is kind of an asshole, implied smut at the end

Request: I’ve got a request, a Samxreader where they are together but Dean still occasionally flirt with her just to piss off Sammy

Summary: You and Sam are together but that doesn’t stop Dean from making flirty comments your way despite how angry it makes Sam.

Author’s Note: This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all mine. Wanna be a Queen or a part of the Sam Fam, all you have to do is add yourself to the doc linked in my bio! If you loved it, tell me why! If you hated it, tell me what I can do better!

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Originally posted by semirahrose

“Can’t we just stay here all day?” You muttered to your boyfriend, snuggling into his strong arms.

“We could but then Dean would get bored and we really don’t want him bothering us every five minutes, do we?” Sam asked, pressing his lips to your temple.

“No. Maybe we can find a small puppy to keep him distracted. Or maybe we can call Cas.” You smiled and turned in his arms, facing him. You and Sam have been together for about a year, but you’ve been hunting with him and his brother for a lot longer than that. You and Dean got along great but at first, Dean was determined to be with you but you chose Sam in the end.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Dean, it was that you liked him better as a friend than a boyfriend. Of course, he respected that and was happy for you and Sam even though he didn’t waste any opportunity to piss off his brother when it came to you.

“No, we need to get up.” Sam laughed as he pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him back, placing your hands on his bare chest. A groan rumbled through his throat but he pulled away from you before he completely lost control.

“Five more minutes.” You begged but he shook his head, getting out of bed. You bit your lip and stared at his naked ass as he fished for his underwear.

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Characters:  Sam x Reader

Summary:  Research leads to more between Sam and reader.  Basically a little plot, a little poetry and some good old fashioned smut.

Word Count:  2313

Warning:  Smut, language.  Sorta rough sex.

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It’s a Thursday night and you are seated at an enormous table in a public library after hours. And no, you didn’t enter through the front door. The method of entry for you and Sam had been a window around back that Sam had managed to open with his pocket knife. Because that’s how hunters roll.

Sam is seated across from you. Books are stacked all around, piled high. Dean, the lucky bastard, is staking out the apartment where the suspect lives. You, however, drew the short end of the stick and are stuck doing research for the next ten billion hours. At least, that’s what it feels like.  

The upside is that between paragraphs, you can sneak peaks at Sam Winchester. The way his eyebrows draw together as he concentrates, the way his hair falls down to cover his face as he reads, it does things to you. Fucking hell, it doesn’t’ help that he’s wearing his Fed getup. That white button down shirt? Jesus Christ. It makes your cheeks feel hot in a cool room, your stomach does somersaults. He always has this effect on you, he just doesn’t seem to realize it. Which only serves to make him more desirable.

Blowing out the lungful of air that you’ve been holding in, you force yourself to return to the centuries-old text in front of you. It smells comforting, old leather and musty pages. As much as you hate research, you have a fondness for books. Fiction is more your speed. When it comes to research, you’d prefer some wifi and Google. Ancient lore, unfortunately, isn’t usually found with a few keystrokes.  

Okay, time to concentrate. Grabbing another book from the stack to your left, you quickly scan the table of contents. A chapter labeled ‘Kamadeva’ catches your eye. Flipping quickly to the right chapter, you read the text. Hmm, this sounds like it could be useful.

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Put a ring on it!

Originally posted by hemmo1996b

“And you look like a douche, you’ll fit right in.” You heard Dean say as he slapped Sam’s back in the other room.
You chuckled to yourself, “He can’t look that bad.” You yelled from the bathroom while you fixed your makeup.
“Oh no, he’s right, (Y/N/N), I look like a douche.” Sam replied.
You quickly walked out of the bathroom, in a short 50’s style floral halter sundress and a pair of wedge sandals, to witness Sam’s attire and immediately you heard a cat call whistle. “Yowza! Sweetheart you look great!” Dean hooted. “Doesn’t she look good, Sammy?”
Sam cleared his throat, “uh yeah… she looks real nice.”
“Tell me again, why do you get to play her husband on this case? “Dean asked in a jealous tone.
“Because…we are closer in age, so that’s more believable.” Sam responded.
“Also Sam can act like a much better douche than you can, Deano.” You added mocking Sam.
“Hey, hey, that is no way to talk to your husband.” Sam sassed back.

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Yes, Professor- Part 2


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WC: 1,899

Warnings: dirty future implications? None really.

A/NThis doesn’t have the smut y’all were probably hoping for, but dang it– Professor Winchester is a handsome, respectable, intelligent man and I thought it would be a disservice to him if he just jumped into the sack with a student right off the bat.
Y’all can blame/thank @ericaprice2008 for this. I posted some time ago that I had several big assignments due, but all I wanted to do was write smut. She said, “Just don’t confuse the two. That could get awkward hella quick.” GUESS WHAT IDEA I RAN WITH. Also, @whimsicalrobots messaged me the day I had a run in with my professor and said “So how’s your day going? See any professors you want to run any ideas by?” Y’all probably don’t remember those moments because this series has taken months to get going, but I thank you again for the inspiration!

By class Wednesday, Charlie was really starting to drive you up the wall. She hadn’t let your dream go for a second and she promised she wouldn’t give it a rest until you divulged every single detail. You’d purposely arrived late to class to have a few extra moments of peace, but you were sure she’d set into you again as soon as class was done.

Professor Winchester had settled into a lecture about the Transcontinental Railroad and its role in the growth of cities when Charlie decided she wasn’t about to wait until the end of class.

“So how’s your day going?” she whispered. “See any professors you want to run any ideas by?”

You ignored her and began taking notes. Since you still couldn’t get yourself to look at him and Charlie was trying to get a rise out of you, you fixed your eyes on your notebook and refused to let them wander.

“You can’t go all class without looking at him,” she continued in a hushed tone. “I know how much you love it when he wears darker colors.” You finally looked up to glare her, but all she did was grin.

Professor Winchester cleared his throat loudly and you snapped your attention to the front of the room in embarrassment–immediately forgetting that you’d been determined not to look at him.

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Sparks Fly

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2,109

Warnings: implied smut at the end, dean’s lips, that’s about it

Summary: Guy after guy and you’re still always getting the worst ones. The worst kisser, the worst flirter… Until Dean shows you exactly how a man should take care of you.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry I don’t have a requested fic out. I’m so busy and haven’t had time to write anything yet. If you want to be a Queen or a Dean Bean, let me know and I’ll add you to the lists!

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Originally posted by jessica-bones-winchester

You slammed the door to the Bunker as you walked inside, pissed about life right now. You didn’t care what time it was, and you didn’t care who you woke up. You were pissed and you needed alcohol.

“Whoa, sweetheart, where’s the fire?” Dean asked, still up and right where you left him 5 hours ago.

“Don’t start with me, Dean.” You sighed, sitting down across from him, grabbing the whiskey bottle he’s been drinking from. You took a large swig and sighed, pushing the bottle back to him which he caught.

“What happened? Need me to punch someone? Or kill?” He asked, knowing you were very upset about something.

“No, it’s not that. You won’t understand.” You said, waving him off.

“Hey, come on, it’s me. You can tell me anything. What is it? Did he do something to you?” Dean asked. You just came back from a date and you were very excited about it when you left so he was confused to why you were like this. It was a stupid thing to get upset over but lately, this kind of thing has been happening to you and you can’t take it anymore.

“No, he did everything right.” You said, not finishing the rest of the sentence.

“But…?” Dean knew you better than anyone. He knew there was more to this.

“Okay, this is going to sound very stupid so don’t laugh…” He nodded and leaned back in his seat. You grabbed the bottle and took another swig before continuing. “He didn’t know how to kiss well.” You waited for Dean to start laughing, teasing you about how dumb you were being.

But it never came.

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Pairing: Dean x reader

Prompt; based off season 12 episode 11, Dean doesn’t remember a thing, but maybe it could be helpful to you

warnings: fluff, angst, language, spoilers

A/N: I hope you guys like it! This episode was so amazing and I just had to write a fic about it!

Tags: @winchester-writes, @faith-in-dean, @teamfreewill-imagine, @supernatural-jackles, @ellen-reincarnated1967, @for-the-love-of-dean, @shakeswilde

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Originally posted by exist-in-mind

Of course! The one time you stay home and try to relax instead of hunting, something happens to one of the boys and you have to fix it. “So can you?’ Sam asked through the phone, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You sighed. “Fine,” you mumbled. “You guys are lucky that I love you.”

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Good Girls


WC: 1,412

Warnings: smut…adjacent?

A/N: This is my Dean x reader submission for @sis-tafics’s #Jill’s Bday Pop Punk Challenge. My prompt was Good Girls by 5 Seconds of Summer.

I’m thinking about using the story to practice writing smut in a Part Two. So keep an eye out for that if you’re interested……..

Originally posted by fandom-imagines-lover

The boys had taken a break and run to town for some lunch, leaving you to continue researching on your own– not that you minded. You’d always enjoyed reading, and you never could understand why Dean complained so much about having to sift through the lore. You and Sam typically decided to take over to avoid his whining.

When the boys got back with the food, you could hear their laughter before they had even made it completely through the door.

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Next To You

Characters: Jack x Reader, Sam, Dean, Castiel

Word Count: 1,907

Warnings: Fluff all around, protective!dean

Request: Can you write a Jack x Reader where the reader can only sleep when Jack is in the same bed as her and the boys figure it out when one night she shares a bed with Jack and sleeps perfectly fine and the next she shares with Sam and can’t sleep at all? So the boys take turns sharing until Sam and Dean figure it out and Jack is confused so the Winchester have to explain it to him that the reader likes him.

Summary: You could never sleep that well in the first place but sleeping next to Jack gives you the best sleep you’ve ever had. But when Sam and Dean take that away, it’s hard to stay away from him.

Author’s Note: Did this end too abruptly? I hope you like this! This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all mine.

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Originally posted by myheartofmusic

“I’m glad you’re here with us.” You whispered to the Nephilim sitting next to you. You, Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Jack have taken a hunt that was in the middle of Texas. Dean was excited because it was the cowboy state and he was a fanboy for cowboys. The case had nothing to do with cowboys, but Dean was glad to stay in a motel that satisfied his fetish.

“I’m glad I came too,” Jack whispered back and you blushed, looking away from him. You had a huge crush on Jack but you didn’t let anyone know. For one, Jack didn’t understand human emotions well and you didn’t want to confuse him. Secondly, Sam and Dean (mostly Dean) would kill you if they knew you were moving in on the baby of the group. Jack probably didn’t like you back and you didn’t want to embarrass him or yourself so you kept your mouth shut for the time being.

“You’re making it obvious,” Castiel whispered in your ear. You whipped your head to him and stared into his blue eyes.

“What are you talking about?” You asked.

“I know you like Jack.”


“You’re forgetting I’m an angel. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thanks.” You blushed and looked away from him. Man, if you were being that obvious to Castiel, then Sam and Dean knew for sure, right? You needed to cool it down because then everyone would know and Jack would hate you.

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Hungry Hangover

Characters: Drunk!Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1,465

Warnings: This is a pile of fluff garbage

Request: DeanxReader where she has to deal with all lovey dovey drunk dean and then she has to deal with his hungover? (all the fluff💕)

Summary: You were promised a night to yourself but when Sam calls, needing you to take care of your drunk husband, your night takes a weird turn.

Author’s Note: This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all mine. Wanna be a Queen or a Dean Bean, all you have to do is add yourself to the doc linked in my bio! If you loved it, tell me why! If you hated it, tell me what I can do better!

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“Okay, Winchester, you better have a good reason for calling me.” You said into the phone. You were having a nice time at the closest hunter bar near the Bunker. Dean so graciously let you use his car but you knew the only reason he did that was because you were his wife.

“Dean stop it!” Sam said, not directing it at you. You chuckled, wondering what your husband has gotten himself into. “You still there?”

“Yes, Sam. Why are you calling me? You told me I could have a night out by myself. I’m trying to beat some cocky men at a pool game.” You held your phone between your cheek and shoulder while lining your shot. You hit the cue ball and made one of the solid balls in the pocket. You smirked and as the hunters groaned, you tried to focus on your next move.

“Yeah, I know we did.” Sam sighed, trying to keep his brother from drinking any more.

“What did he do?” You asked and made another shot but missed this time. You blamed Sam for distracting you.

“Well, just after you left we decided to have a guy’s night but he ended up drinking too much and now he’s wasted.” You sighed at this. You knew how Dean got when he got wasted.

“Can’t you just take care of it?” You asked.

“I am not taking care of a 40-year-old drunk man who liked to touch people a little too much. We’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

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Self Control (Professor!Dean x Reader) Part One


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“He’s hot.”

“I can’t concentrate.”

“I wanna fuck him senseless.”

“I already have.”

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Characters:  Dean x Reader

Summary:  Sex.  Just…hot, fast, and hard.  If you’re looking for plot, this isn’t the fic for you.

Word Count:  1383

Warnings:  See summary.  Also, about ten million f-bombs.

Tags are at the bottom.  As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Thanks.


Her back is pressed up against the wall, my forearm across her chest. She’s breathing heavy, I’m breathing heavy. Just a minute ago we wanted to claw each other’s eyes out, but now? Now I hear myself asking her, “Can I-?” And she says “Yeah.” That’s it. Just ‘yeah’. One little word that changes everything. And now my fingers are sliding up under her too-short skirt, the one I was mad at her for wearing earlier. My fingers are running over the lace of her panties and I’m groaning. I shouldn’t be, because I was angry as a polecat thirty seconds ago. She’s the only person on this earth that can me so goddamn crazy.    

She’s up against that wall and her cheeks are pink, her teeth worrying her lower lip. I’m thinking about kissing those lips, but that’s a line that maybe we shouldn’t cross. A bigger line than my fingers up her skirt. A line I’m not sure we can cross and recover from. But fuck it, I’m horny, she’s horny, we both need fucking release. This job, it’s bringing out the worst in all of us. So screw it. I’m all in.

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Power Play

This is for @ilostmyshoe-79‘s SPN-Sutra challenge! The position I received was “Him on his knees performing oral sex on her while she stands.” As you will read, I did a slight variation on this because, it’s Crowley and why not.

Crowley x Reader

Words: 2310

a/n: Oh gosh, my first published smut. Please forgive me if it’s awful!! Feedback appreciated <3

Warnings: SMUT OMG SMUT YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Oral Sex; Female Receiving

Summary: You witness Crowley using his demon powers for the first time and get very intrigued.

Tags: Of course I’m tagging the one and only creator of this challenge @ilostmyshoe-79 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING! ENJOY SOME SMUT!) Also tagging some people to make them uncomfortable because I can… @runodemontio​ (She wants to smack me with a bible…) @marksheppardischarming @kittenofdoomage @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog @bloodysideofhell @crowleysplaythings @evilrocknroll @scribe-of-winchester @boxer-pup @carry-on-my-wayward-imagines @wayward-imagines

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You’re My Family

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Reader’s Mom, mention of reader’s brother

Word Count: 1,793

Warnings: Some angst in the beginning but fluff at the end

Summary: All you wanted was for your family to be there for you. Instead, you got Jensen and that is who you’ll ever need.

Square Filled: Friends to Lovers // Best Friends to Lovers

Author’s Note: This is for @spngenrebingo and @spnfluffbingo . This is unbeta’d and any and all mistakes are all on me.

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Originally posted by deanjackles

“What do you mean you’re not coming?” You asked your mother over the phone. You shouldn’t have been so surprised, this is the kind of things she did to you and only you.

“I’m sorry, honey, but James’ baseball game is this week.” Your mother said, trying to sound apologetic but it wasn’t working. You knew she wasn’t sorry.

“Mom, you’d rather go to James’ baseball game when I’m graduating college? I’m getting my bachelor’s degree and you’re not going to be there for it? What about dad?” You asked, shaking your head. You knew this would happen but it still stung that your mom would rather go to your brother’s baseball game than support you.

“He hurt his foot playing Golf and can’t make it either. I’m sorry honey. How about we come down to you in a few weeks and we can make it up to you, yeah?”

“Yeah, sure, whatever.” You rolled your eyes, already done with this conversation.

“Okay, I have to go but good luck, sweetie, I love you.” Your mom said and hung up before you could say the words back to her. That is how much you meant to your family. You scoffed and threw your phone on your bed before putting your fingers in your hair. You pulled on it like you were going to rip your hair out but let go instead.

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