spn: dean winchester

Hurt Me, Cure Me

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean and the Reader have a toxic relationship but they can’t seem to get enough of each other.

Word Count: 1.5kish

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Pinch of Fluff

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @paigeinastory‘s “Country Song/Sentence Prompt Challenge”. I got the song “Playing with Fire” by Thomas Rhett ft Jordin Sparks. I also got the quote “The pain burns yet we always come back for more.” I hope you guys like this one!!! *hides face* also, special thanks to my boo @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester for making the aesthetic for my fic!!

Hurt Me, Cure Me

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Imagine...Being Who You Are

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Request: Could you write a Dean X Reader for “Who I Am With You” by Chris Young?

Pairing: Dean x reader

“Looking for a case?” you asked, walking in the library, sneaking up on Dean without meaning too.

“N-no,” he said, slamming the laptop shut. You smiled and just ruffled his hair. You could let him think that you hadn’t just seen the reservation email on his screen for a couples trip.

“I was thinking maybe we take some time for just us you know, to be together,” you said, taking a seat next to him. “Let someone else save the world for a few weeks.”

“Sure,” said Dean, reaching a hand over to pull your chair up against his. “Want to watch a movie?”

“’Kay,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder, his right hand wrapping over your left as he opened his computer back up, your eyes looking down at your lap so he had time to open a new window. “I really like you.”

“I like you too, might even say love,” said Dean with a smile, turning on a rom-com you’d seen a thousand times together but never got bored of.

“I love you,” you said, hearing Dean utter the same sentiment back. “I just wished you loved yourself like I do.” That made Dean pause the video and shift in his seat.

“Can I be honest with you?” asked Dean, your head tilting up so he could see your face. “I’m never going to get there, not all the way. I don’t think it’s in the cards for me.”

“Dean…” you said, his hand in yours squeezing. He wasn’t done yet.

“You are and always have been my saving grace, Y/N,” said Dean, stroking your cheek with his free hand. “When I’m with you, I like me again. I’m happy. You make me better, make me who I want to be all the time. I say I’ll never get there but you have a way of fixing me I didn’t know was possible.”

“I’m happy you’re happy,” you said, leaning up to peck a kiss to his lips. “I like…Dean you really don’t understand how much it means to hear that.”

“Try not to worry about me so much, Y/N,” he said, resting his forehead against yours. “If I’m with you, I’m always okay.”

“It’s my job to worry about you, you’re mine,” you said, moving your hand over to cup his face. “And I’m yours. You make me who I want to be too, Dean.”

“Will you stay with me? I don’t want to let you go ever,” said Dean, your lips curling up into a smile.

“I’m with you,” you said. “I’ll always be with you.”

“I love you,” said Dean, moving his lips against yours. 

“I love you back Dean.”

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So guys i was just looking for complicate words in Pinterest (yes i do that sometimes) and first i found this

and i was like oh cool i guess


And obviously the first thing that come to my mind was of course

And then i started to shout and woke up my parents but whatever. 

The point is that the strange thing that this fucking lovebirds do HAS A NAME



Originally posted by findmeplease

Pairing: Dean x sister!Reader, Sam, Jody
Word count: 1,379
Warnings: Angst, swearing, death
Request: Anonymous. For the requests/Drabbles/oneshots thingy-DeanxReader, the inspiration: “Believe” by Hollywood Undead. Please and thank you this is the first time I’ve ever asked for anything hope I did it right 😖 Also I’m in love with all the stories here. You all are so talented and I love you all. AHHHHHHH I’m so sorry I forgot the relationship. Either the reader is a sister, or a good friend(TBH whatever you feel is right). This is in regards to the song “Believe” by Hollywood Undead. I’m sorry

Leaning on the door frame to your room, Dean had his arms crossed over his chest. You looked so peaceful, so innocent. Then there was him. This life had eaten away at any goodness that had ever been inside of him. His jaw tightened as he fought back the tears.

Dean never had a real home, Sam never had a real home, but you? You had. You’d have a loving mother, an awesome step-father, and an older sister. Then they were ripped from you. Word got around that Sam and Dean Winchester had a little sister. Half sister, really, but technicalities didn’t matter to demons, to vampires, or anything else the boys had hunted down over the years.

Here you were, two years later. You were nearing those harder years of growing up- your teenage years. Years when a home, friends, and normalcy was most important. “Dean?” Came the voice of Jody, rough with the remnants of sleep.

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You’re Horrible

Here u go. I just…he’s so beautiful and adorable and just…I shall stop or I’ll write a damn essay on the beauty of this man, but here u go. Gif for ya! - I managed to stop watching it long enough to write some shit lol. Hope you like it Nini! :)


Sam looked up from his lore book and over at his brother with expectant eyes, then shrugged, “What?”

Look. Over. There.

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