stall and dean

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“I’m still not entirely sure why this is a good idea.” Castiel looked at the large groups of people walking around, the sound of voices and music slowly flowing towards them as they stepped out of the Impala.

“Hey, it’s gonna be fun, I promise, alright?” Dean answered.

Castiel looked at the blonde as he walked over to him and held out his arm.

“Alright.” Cas smiled shyly, then locked his arm together with Dean’s.

He didn’t know how he got so lucky to be on his third date with Dean Winchester, the most handsome and sweetest guy in school. Dean was popular, Cas wasn’t, but Dean still showed interest in Cas since they got Latin together.

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    “What about this one?” you asked, stepping out of the dressing room stall. 

Dean turned to see you in a bathing suit, a black top and bottom. For a moment he was silent, he’d never seen you like this before. 

    “I- it fits great. he said quickly. 

Turning around, you showed him your back side. “It doesn’t show to much of my butt does it?” you asked with a smile.

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Dean’s True Love

Title: Dean’s True Love
Prompt: “I hope your apple pie is freaking worth it!”
A/N: This is for @jalove-wecallhimdean #DoitlikeDeanchallenge.
Warnings: None
Summary: Sam forgot the pie…again.
Word Count: 1037
Tag: @jalove-wecallhimdean Others are below the cut.

“Hey, Y/N, can you do me a favor?” Sam asked while walking in the kitchen.
You looked up at the taller Winchester. “Sure. What’s up?”
“Can you bake Dean an apple pie?” He asked sheepishly.
“You were supposed to buy one while you were out.” You stated.
“I kinda…forgot.” He said. “I honestly forgot all about it until I walked in the door. Can you do it before he gets back?”
You sighed. “Yeah, but you owe me big time.”

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CYOSTODA-Dean Picks Truth

Our fearless leader, @littlegreenplasticsoldier started us off with Part 1 here

@gemini75eeyore followed with part 2 here

@deandoesthingstome came next with part 3 here

@klaineaholic part 4 is here


Characters: Sam, Dean, Leah, Y/N

Setting: Another no-tell motel, Crappsville, USA


Dean doesn’t respond at first so you say his name, louder this time. “Dean!”

“Huh?” He mumbles, looking dazed.

You look over at him, and you realize Dean Winchester is looking at you like he’s seeing you for the very first time.

You know how he feels. You have crossed some invisible line with the boys tonight, and there is no going back.

“Truth or Dare, Dean.” You whisper, still feeling his hand on your ass, and you bite back the moan that threatens to spill out.

You look over at Sam and he smirks at you, his knowing eyes hot and teasing. “Yeah Dean. Truth or Dare?”

Dean stalls, indecisive. Truth has always served him well, but the dares have been pretty hot so far. Dare. He’d choose dare. But Y/N was sneaky.

The horrific vision of him running around the room naked clucking like a chicken suddenly popped into his head. “Truth, I choose truth.” He blurts out before he can change his mind.

“Truth, huh?” Y/N says, and Dean knows by her tone he’s in trouble.

You turn and wink at Leah. Then pausing a moment to think, you lean forward, lick your lips and say to Dean, “so what’s your favorite thing when it comes to oral sex?”

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Lighten Up

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,334

Summary: Dean and the reader’s relationship is strained because of the Mark of Cain. He decides to make the reader have some Winter fun. 

Request by: @chaos-and-the-calm67


“Who ate all my Oreos?” You whine moping into the library.

“Guilty.” Sam chuckles making you smile and roll your eyes at the handsome dork.

You then glare at Dean who’s purposely ignoring you as he plays some stupid game on his iPhone.

“Not cool, Dean!” You say loudly making his head snap in your direction.

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#41- Mirror (Destiel)

Requested by an anon for my kink list.

Warning: Semi-public sex, sex in front of a mirror (obviously)

Word Count: 1200ish

“Are you sure about this?”

Cas stares into the large, three-sided mirror on the wall of the department store’s dressing area, a frown creasing his brow. Dean looks up from where he sits in a comfortable chair, immediately abandoning whatever he was looking at on his phone.

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The Mrs. - Part One

SamXReader (eventual)

Summary: You’re a long time hunting partner of the Winchesters; to Dean you’re a best friend, and to Sam you’re just a friend. But oh how you wish you could be more. When a hunt comes up and Sam needs you to play his wife, you reluctantly agree. Now Dean is playing your fairy godmother and you’re starting to think you might just end up winning Sam’s heart.

A/N: I’m a sucker for the pretending to be married trope, and I wanted to write it! There will be a part two!

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anonymous asked:

"Were you ever going to tell me?" (18) + deamus, of course

18. “Were you ever going to tell me?”

“You don’t understand, Parvati. I can’t just tell him.”

“Oh, but it’s supposed to be so easy for me to just come out and tell Lavender?”

“Well, yeah,” said Seamus, rubbing the back of his head. They were sitting in the common room, their potions essays forgotten on the table between them. “Girls talk about emotional crap like that all the time.”

“When it’s about other people, Seamus. It’s one thing for me to tell Lavender I have a crush on a cute girl from Ravenclaw and entirely different thing for me to say I have a crush on her.”

“At least Lavender knows you’re gay!”

“Dean would know too if you told him.”

“I can’t just– I’m rooming with a bunch of blokes, Parvati! What are they going to think if they find out they’re rooming with a poof? Let alone a poof that’s in love with one of them.”

“Well, I doubt Harry or Neville would mind! Ron I’m not so sure about but he’s always been a bit of a wanker.”

Seamus rolled his eyes. “Yeh just think that because he was dating Lavender.”

“Yeah, well he didn’t treat her very well did he?”

“Let me guess: yeh’d treat her better?”

“Well, I would,” Parvati said sourly, crossing her arms.

“Face it, Parvati,” said Seamus with a sigh. “We’re both helpless.”

“Well,” said Parvati thoughtfully. Seamus didn’t trust the look on her face. “We don’t have to be.”

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White Wedding

Originally posted by friendlyneighbourhoodpizzaman

Characters: Sam x Reader, Sam x Becky, Dean

Word Count: 691

Request: Can you do an imagine where reader and Dean are looking for your boyfriend Sam but you find him at the alter getting ready to marry Becky.

A/N:  Okay, I’m really sorry that I’m broke my own ‘write in the order you receive requests’ rule.  But I just had to write this.  I hope this is okay, @diesintheshower.


You stretched back on the lawn chair, letting the warmth of the desert sun soak into your skin, relaxing muscles that were long over tired from running from leviathan.  So you let Sam and Dean have their brothers weekend in Vegas, lord knows they needed it, and you’d spend it relaxing by the pool.

You were almost asleep when your phone rang.  You spotted Deans number and accepted the call with a small groan.

“Don’t freak out,” Dean said quickly, and you tried not to roll your eyes.

“Why would I freak out, Dean,” you asked politely.

“So Sam left,” Dean’s voice faltered and you could almost picture the look on his face.

“Where did he go,” you said, trying to keep your voice even.

“Well, he’s still here but he’s…with Becky.”  The line went quiet and you knew Dean was waiting for your response.  You swallowed down the mixture of anxiety and jealousy that threatened to spill out of your lips in hysterical words. 

“Is she in danger or something?”  You asked smoothly, as if you weren’t discussing your boyfriend running off with the overly attached woman who was crushing on him.

“No, they’re,” Dean stopped, forcing the words out, “they’re getting married?”  You inhaled sharply, but otherwise didn’t respond.

“I see,” you replied, nodding your head even though Dean couldn’t see you.

“So, um, I guess you should get here as soon as you can.  I’ll-I’ll stall them.  Dean paused again.  “We’ll figure it out, Y/N.”  

“Yeah,” you agreed, already speed walking to your hotel room to change.


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Soul Mate - Part 1

Character(s): Dean Winchester

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,171

Fic:

           As is normal, the name appeared the day you turned twelve. You just woke up and bam, there it was in a loopy font on the underside of your wrist. Though still readable, it’s written small enough to stay out of sight when your hand is palm down. It’s rather exciting to think that you’re the only human with this name in this font on this part of your body. It makes meeting people more exciting. Any of them could be your soul mate. If they are, they’ll have your name in the same font and on the same part of their body as you do.

           All you know is that his name is Dean Winchester.

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The Iron Giant edits (3/?) - Dean stalling

“You guys got here just in time. This rich cat, y’know, some industrialist, he wants ‘im for the lobby of his company. He whipped out his checkbook right on the spot and I said: “Hey! You’ve got him for the rest of your life!” But, what, I gotta let go the moment I give birth? I mean, c’mon! Give me some time to cut the umbilical, man!”

I’m Still Me

Title: I’m Still Me

Characters: Sister!Reader, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 3112

Request: hi can you do an imagine where you are there sister ( like 17?) and you come home one night with a hickey?

A/N: So alright this request was pretty great to write but I wish there was more detail in the request so I could write more to what you guys want! But I love the requests nonetheless please keep sending them in! Oh and by the way just because you have had sex doesn’t make you a slut or anything. Only you can say when you’re ready and as long as you know you are then that’s all that matters!


You shuddered as you brought your coat around your shoulders, the cool burst of air sending chills up your spine. It was 1:00 in the morning, and unlike your brothers, you weren’t in the bunker sleeping. You were outside, walking back to the bunker after sneaking out. But this was nothing new to you, you always snuck out. You knew Sam and Dean would never expect that behavior from you, which made it so easy to slip out without their knowledge. To them you had always been a badass hunter but their sister nonetheless, and the moment you all found out you were related you knew you couldn’t live a life without them and they felt the same about you. So long story short, you became a hunter and lived with them, the decision mostly made out of necessity then want. When you went to live with them, you were 13, and now, at 17, you couldn’t be any closer to them. You loved them with all your heart and they knew everything about you, from your favorite color to your favorite food. But there was one thing about you that they didn’t know about, and that was your loss of innocence. From their eyes you were a sarcastic, badass, and funny girl but you were their little sister, and they thought that you were still very innocent, but that couldn’t be farther from the truth. You had always been an intellectual girl who loved days where you could be curled up in a ball on the couch with a ball, but that didn’t stop you from loving the days when you could completely let loose and have some fun. When you were 15, you had sex for the very first time, and since then there had been many others who you have slept with. At first you felt like what you were doing was wrong, sneaking around and sleeping with guys, but you quickly realized that it was your body and that you knew you were ready, and if you wanted to do it you shouldn’t feel bad about. You realized that just because you had had sex several times that that didn’t define who you were. So on days when you were in the mood for some fun you went to one of the many high school parties around your town and you went their, most of the time just dancing and occasionally making out with guys, but there were times when you would hook up with a guy, and tonight was one of those nights. You had had a good time, but when you saw the time you realized that you should get back home and get some sleep so there wouldn’t be any questions as to why you were tired. 

You turned your way to the bunker and went to the side of it where you left your pajamas. You quickly slipped on the pajama pants over your shorts and put on a sweatshirt over your thin jacket. You then rubbed your eyes with your sleeve; taking off what you thought was a satisfactory amount of makeup before heading towards the door. You pulled out your key and quietly turned it, careful not to make to much sound. You then opened the door and quickly slipped inside, shutting the door behind you, when you noticed something was out of place. You saw the lights in the library on and you gulped, knowing that they usually weren’t on at this time. You immediately pulled out your knife from your shorts that you were wearing and you held it in front of you. You continued walking until you got toward the corner of the library and then you sighed before turning around the corner. What you found immediately made you lower your arm. Sam and Dean were around the table, papers scattered and their duffels packed and ready to go.  They quickly looked up at you with a confused but relieved expression.

“Where were you?” Dean asked, his voice stern. You gulped but tried to act like you didn’t do anything wrong.

“I went for a walk, couldn’t sleep.” You said casually, walking towards them. Dean didn’t seem to see a flaw in your excuse and he looked back down at the papers, shuffling things around, but the look Sam gave you seemed as though he didn’t quite believe you just yet.

“Why does it look like you were in the rain with makeup on then?” he asked. Dean then looked up at you and scrunched his eyebrows, his confusion evident to. You widened your eyes and looked down.

“Um, I must have fallen asleep with it on or something,” you mumbled, running a hand through your hair. “Why do I look that bad?” you asked, trying to change the course of the conversation. They both let out a laugh and you smiled to yourself, knowing that you successfully adverted the conflict.

“Nah I always thought raccoons were kind of cute,” Dean said, smirking a bit. You rolled your eyes and went over to him, shoving him to the side.

“What are you guys doing up anyways?” you asked, looking at the papers. You noticed they were newspaper clippings and police reports , and then you put everything together.

“Ugh don’t tell me we have another case,” you groaned, throwing your head on Dean’s shoulder.

“Oh get over it and get your stuff ready. It’s a 11 hour drive,” Sam said, putting all the papers together. You sighed but went off to your room, throwing taking the bag you always left ready in case of hunts and taking a few makeup wipes to take off your makeup. You then changed out of your clothes, taking off what was underneath your pajamas and getting more comfortable. As you finished packing the rest of your last minute things you took a moment to thank yourself for not drinking past your limit tonight and you walked out of your room. You went to the library where you found them waiting and you gestured with your head towards the garage.

“Shall we?” you asked.

“We shall,” Dean said as you all started walking toward the garage. You walked toward the impala and put your stuff in the trunk before making your way into the backseat and leaning your head against the window.

“Oh Y/N,” Sam said when you were all in the car, him and Dean turning back to face you, “Next time at least leave a note before talking a walk.” You nodded and they turned to face; you laying your head on the window as you drove off. You slept the whole ride, waking up occasionally for a few minutes as Sam and Dean stopped to switch off driving while the other slept.




“Mmm no,” you said as you felt a shove on your shoulder.

“Y/N you have to get up were at the motel and Dean’s getting our room,” Sam said, throwing your duffel bag at you. You snapped your eyes open at the sudden impact and groaned, punching your bag out of frustration for your interrupted sleep.

“Fuck you,” you said to Sam for no quite reason. He then looked at you and rolled his eyes.

“Y/N You slept for 11 hours. Stop whining,” he said, walking away from the car. You got out of the backseat and slammed the door shut.

“Maybe you should stop being an asshole,” you muttered to yourself, making a face to the back of his head as he was talking to Dean in the office. You leaned against the car and rubbed your eyes, pushing your hair out of your face.

“You coming sleeping beauty?” Dean asked, rolling his eyes. You stuck your middle finger up but nonetheless you picked up your bag and walked with them to the room you would all share. You got in and set you duffel down, immediately walking toward the bathroom. You took care of yourself and then rested your hands on either side of the sink, looking into the mirror. You then ran a hand through your hair and froze at what you saw. There along your neck were several visible hickeys.

“Shit shit shit,” you muttered to yourself as you let your hair fall.

“Everything alright in there?” you heard Dean holler to you. You looked at the door with wide eyes and nodded before realizing that they couldn’t see you.

“Yah I’m fine I just dropped something,” you quickly replied before looking back at the mirror. You then took some makeup you left in your toiletries bag and applied foundation to the areas until they were covered. You decided to leave your hair down for extra measures and you let out a sigh at your close call. Content with your work you walked out of the bathroom, throwing your bag on the bed.

“About time,” Sam said, letting out a chuckle.

“Oh Sammy when are you going to learn that girls have more necessities?” you asked, smirking at him. He rolled his eyes and took a look at the papers from the bunker that he pulled out. 

“So what do you guys think we’re hunting?” you asked, getting some coffee they made and taking a sip of it.

“Werewolf,” Dean said, coming toward the table.

“Ahh how fun,” you said, taking a look at the papers. You guys then went to talk to the police and hold interviews with the victims and witnesses, until you finally found the possible place of where the werewolf was. You three then pilled in the impala and headed toward the warehouse that you pinpointed the werewolf would be. Once you got there, around 12:00 am, you pulled out your guns with silver bullets and armed yourself with silver blades just as a precautionary measure.

“Alright Y/N and Dean make your way inside, I’ll go from the back and see if I find anything,” Sam said.

“That shouldn’t be anything new,” Dean mumbled, letting a smirk fall on his lips. You let out a small smile and Sam just rolled his eyes.

“Really Dean!?” Sam whispered screamed.

“Sam this is no time to stall. We’re professionals,” Dean said, gesturing his hand with his gun toward the back of the house. Sam gave him his famous bitch face but walked to the back of the house. You and Dean then got serious and made your way to the front of the house, quietly opening the door and quickly checking all areas, finally meeting up with Sam halfway. You pointed upstairs and gestured your head in that direction. 

Upstairs you mouthed, to which Dean nodded his head. You guys made your way upstairs silently, and once you got upstairs you noticed that a room at the end of the hallway was illuminated. You quickly went there, checking all rooms on your way, until you reached the door.

One, two, three, Dean mouthed before opening the door. You all quickly looked around the room, but found it empty. 

“What’s going on?” you asked as you neared the table toward the center, finding some papers there.

“I don’t know,” Sam said, him and Dean close behind you looking at the papers too. You started moving the papers around, checking what was on the table, and then you came to a horrific conclusion. On the table were pictures and information of past victims, each one with a x through their faces. You sighed and then noticed that a corner of a paper was sticking out. You tilted your head and pulled it out, finding a picture of a girl. But what made this picture so special was that there was no x through it.

“Dean,” you said, trailing off.

“We have to go,” Dean said. You nodded, taking the picture with you and turning around, only to be met with what you were looking for. There in front of you were 2 werewolves standing in front of the doorway. Before you had time to react they were at you, throwing you against the wall. You landed with a thud and watch Sam and Dean fight them off, and you saw Sam kill one before they were both thrown against the wall by the one werewolf; passing out from the impact. The were wolf then walked toward Sam and Dean, obviously forgetting that you were there, and you used it to your advantage. You got up, wincing from the pain, and you grabbed your knife, your gun thrown across the room. The werewolf then turned to you and at that point you lunged. You attacked the werewolf, avoiding its punch and stabbing it right in its chest. The blood splattered on you from the stab, and you wiped your face, quickly making your way to Sam and Dean and slapping them awake. Once you found out they were ok you all proceeded to getting rid of the bodies and heading back to the motel.
The car ride was quiet, everyone mostly down from the high of the hunt. Once you finally got to the motel you sighed a sigh of relief and got out of the car.

“I call the bed,” you said, jumping on the bed. Sam jumped on the other bed, claiming it as his own and Dean groaned, knowing he would have to take the couch.

“I hate you guys,” Dean said, grabbing a washcloth for himself and passing one to you and Sam. You took the rag and went to the sink, wetting the cloth and then wiping it on your face, cleaning off the blood. You then walked toward Dean, handing him the cloth and facing him. 

“Can you help me out?” you asked, moving your hair to the side. He nodded and wiped your face off and then went to your neck, cleaning the blood. You looked at the celling, waiting for him to finish, when he abruptly stopped.

“Y/N what the hell is this?” Dean asked, raising his voice. Your eyes widened at the realization of what he discovered and you quickly moved away from him, letting your hair fall.

“What’s going on?” Sam asked, raising his eyebrows.

“It was the werewolf,” you said, trailing off. 

“What was the werewolf?” Sam asked, getting nearer to you. You looked at Dean and saw that he was furious, and not falling for your crap.

“I didn’t know a werewolf throwing you against the wall left things that looked like hickeys on your neck!” Dean said, his voice getting dangerously steady. 

“What did he just say?” Sam said, stepping towards you. You looked down and bit your lip, knowing there was no way out.

“Ok it is a hickey,” you softly said, not making eye contact.

“Who gave it to you and when,” Dean said, demanding an answer more than asking. You winced at the question, knowing he would not like your response.

“I got it yesterday,” you said. 

“Yesterday night,” Sam said, nodding his head, “Where were you? And don’t give me the taking a walk crap.”

“I was at a party.” A long silence followed that statement and you could feel the awkwardness.

“What kind of party?” Dean asked through clenched teeth.

“A high school party,” was all you needed to say. Sam ran his hand through his hair and Dean looked away.

“What else have you done?” Dean asked, voice low.

“Dean come one,” Sam said, feeling as though Dean might have gone a little far with that question but Dean wasn’t letting up. 

“What else have you done?” he said, separating every word. You took a sigh and nodded.

“I’ve,” you said, not sure if you should say the worst, but you decided that eventually you would have to say it. “I’ve had sex.”

“What!” both of the brothers screamed.

“Guy’s calm down,” you said, knowing there was no way to actually get them to calm down.

“No I’m not going to calm down. Who the fuck did that to you!?” Dean screamed.

“First of all Dean no one did this to me, it was my own choice!” you screamed, upset that he would say something like that. Once he realized your frustration he nodded, his face a bit more softer than before.

“Y/N who was this guy last night?” Sam asked, his words soft but his eyes hard.

“I don’t know his name,” you said, looking down.

“Are you kidding me,” Dean said, ice back in his voice. You shook your head and looked at them.

“And I didn’t loose my virginity to him, even though I did have sex with him.”

You said, meeting their eyes. You weren’t regretful of what you did, and though you didn’t want them to find out like this, they would just have to deal with it.

“Oh my god,” Dean said, running a hand over his face. 

“And when did you lose it?” Sam asked.

“15,” you said nodding. They were silent, not looking at you, and you couldn’t stand the feel in the room.

“Look guys, I know you both think I’m this innocent little girl, but im not. I’m 17 and I’ve seen way more than most people every will in their whole life. I can make my own decisions and I don’t regret my decisions on sex. Yes I do go out and party a lot and yesterday was one of the many times I’ve snuck out before to go to a party but I’m responsible. I’m not asking you guys to be happy that your little sister has had sex, but I’m asking you guys to trust me and my judgment.” They looked at each other and sighed, then looked at you.

“Look Y/N were not thrilled about this news but you’re right. It’s your choice and who are we to say if you’re ready or not,” Sam said.

“And Y/N, we trust you,” Dean added. You looked at them and smiled, and then hugged them. 

“Thank you so much guys it feels really good having my brothers approve of me,” you said smiling.

“Alright alright,” Dean said, showing a slight smile, “But that doesn’t mean you’re not off the hook from sneaking out.”

“Mmhmm yah sure Dean,” you said, rolling your eyes as you walked towards the bathroom.

“We’re serious Y/N,” Sam said, trying to hide the smile on his face.

“Of course you guys are,” you said, closing the door to the bathroom before they could say anything else.

“Y/N!!” Dean said, dragging out your name. you leaned against the door and laughed, shaking your head to yourself and smiling; the joy of having them accept your decisions being the best part of your night.

How Country Feels (Part Four)

Summary: Everything is a mess but a friend pulls through. Dean and you go to check one of the herds

Series: How Country Feels (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

Characters: Reader, Dean, Sam, Jo, Jess

Pairings: None yet

Word Count: 2000-ish

A/N: Reader insert series. Part 4. Rodeo!AU, Cowboy!AU. Let me know what you guys think. Please read and reblog.

If I happen to use any terms that you don’t understand, please ask. I ride horses and deal with ranch stuff all the time, so if somethings confusing, I will explain it.

Tagging the squad-  @shortandlongstories @for-a-brothers-love @tigershadow @readingissupernatural  @spnfanficpond

Warnings: Language, angst


You can feel the angry tears sting your eyes as you pull the tack off Taz so he doesn’t get hurt. You couldn’t compete and you didn’t know what you were going to do so you run to find Jo. About halfway to the arena you run headlong into somebody, “Oh…I’m sorry, I just…Hey Dean, I was just trying to find Jo.”

“Y/N? What’s wrong? Your class is up in five minutes.” He holds your elbows, trying to steady you.

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Right Hook 2

Characters: teen!Dean x teen!reader

Words: 1,387

Summery: Y/n takes Dean on their “date” and cute fluffy stuff happens. 

Warnings: None,

Part 1

A/N: Soo I've decided I’m turning this into a series. I just love Dean and the readers relationship and I want to go more in depth with it, and create actual character development. I hope you guys like it :)

Dean sat in the hard chair of the public library with century old books and news paper articles splayed out in front of him. Using his free period Dean decided that it was best for him to get started on the hunt his father sent him on. 

From what information he already had, a teenage girl named Katie Burbank about the same age as Dean was walking home from school and was found dead with her skull caved in by a rock. From the autopsy the doctors concluded that she fell on to it by force, but the actual rock was not used as a weapon. The body was found untouched with nobody around to take the blame. Coincidentally a man by the name of Eric Bell was stoned to death by “flying” rocks last week, the 25th anniversary  of Katie’s death. He just had to talk to his loved ones first to find out if she really was his girl. 

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Better Than Sparks

Pairing: MarkOfCain!Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: Swearing, blood & gore, ANGST, *SPOILER* Major Character Death (Let me know if there’s anything else)

Word Count: 3315

Prompt: Hunting; Cupid; Dean

A/N: This is my submission for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s SPN Creatures Challenge! At first it was going to be humorous because it’s a cupid but then I decided to add a little twist and ended up writing the ANGSTIEST thing I have ever written in my life.  Hope I didn’t make it too cheesy by accident.  Would love feedback! Special thanks to @supernatural-jackles for all her support!
(SPOILER: Also, I’m sure Mr. Nicholas Sparks is a wonderful person but for the sake of the fic, I had to portray him otherwise.  Sorry Mr. Sparks!)

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Your name: submit What is this?

“So, people killing their loved ones out of nowhere? My money’s on rogue cupid,” You said, cracking open a beer as you sat next to your fiancé, Dean, on the motel bed.

“Well, that’s what we thought last time,” Sam said over his laptop, seated at the table. “But then it turned out to be Famine.”

“Well, I think we can knock the possibility of him out since you wasted him,” You responded. Sam and Dean both winced at the memory of Sam, high off demon blood, ripping demons out of Famine’s body.

Sam shook it off and continued, “Well the husband who killed his wife by throwing her in the fireplace claimed he doesn’t remember a thing. Just pure rage.”

“And did you see the girlfriend’s eyes before we shot her and saved the poor bastard she was about to beat with a candlestick? Red, bloodshot, just plain ferocious looking,” Dean added.

“Sounds a lot like Rowena’s spell,” You wondered. “Think she has something to do with it?”

Sam shook his head, “I don’t see what this would gain for her. Maybe it’s another witch?”

Dean groaned, “I hate witches…”

You gave his back a sympathetic rub and he leaned into you, relaxing at your touch. He took your hand and began rubbing the ring he gave you, a slight smile forming at his lips.

Sam coughed, interrupting your and Dean’s moment. “Maybe you two should sit this hunt out,” Sam suggested.

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"Imagine Sam & Dean meeting you in The French Mistake universe" One Shot
Author: toadvocatecourtney

Original Imagine Link: 

Warnings: None (really long though, ~4,000 words)

Fic:

A/N: I changed it up a little bit to where Dean/Reader aren’t “official” but everybody knows they should be… enjoyyyyy~

“Should we be killing anybody?” Sam asked, eyes shifting around.

“I don’t think so,” Dean answered.

Sam paused, “Should we be running?”

“Where?”

They stood up and slowly backed away from the window Balthazar had just hurled them out of. Or – well, a similar window to the one Balthazar had hurled them out of.

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The Wonder Years

spnwritingchallenge | habitatfordeanwinchester vs. beecoveredcas
↳ prompt:school bus
Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel
Tags: Fluff, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers
Word count: 3.7k
Read it on AO3!


“Hurry up, Mom! We’re gonna be late!” Dean exclaimed, rushing toward the street corner. He could hear all of his carefully organized pencils and crayons rattling around in his backpack, but he figured the reorganization would be worth it later. This was the part of the day he couldn’t miss.

His green eyes excitedly scanned the street for the school bus. He’d seen the big kids in the neighborhood get on last year, but Mom told him he needed to wait a while before it was his turn. After a moment of observation he determined the street was clear.

“Did we miss it?” He asked, his expression crestfallen.

Sam babbled excitedly in response. Blind to his brother’s distress, he wrapped his chubby little arms around Mary’s neck. “Dean, we’re at least ten minutes early,” Mary explained.

“Alright…” Dean said, turning back to the road. He’d adapted quickly to his role as school bus sentry. To Dean, it seemed like kindergarten could be nothing short of a grand adventure.  The past few weeks had been filled with questions for his mother. What would he be learning? Would there be food there? Was she coming with him? Could he bring Sam? She’d patiently answered them all, but Dean had decided that the only way to really understand kindergarten was to explore it himself.

He was so focused on watching for the bus that he didn’t even register the rapid clicking of high heels as Naomi Novak rounded the corner, a small dark haired boy trailing just behind her.

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Hump Day Smut!!

It’s that time again! Here are some smutty Supernatural fics that caught my eye this week :)

Bathroom Stall by winchesterwhisper (Dean Winchester does not understand the definition of a quickie. Either that or he just doesn’t care and likes to take his time)

Supernatural Reality Part 4 by ilostmyshoe-79 (obviously you’ll want to read the first 3 parts, no smut until part 4 but it’s a good story so just do it)

We’ve Got Time by writing dungeon (Rough and fun first time with Dean in baby, but he doesn’t know you were a virgin until after- fluff ensues. Also, super bonus points because my favorite Dean gif OF ALL TIME is used at the beginning)

(I’m starting to think this gif of Dean should be included in every hump day post… what do y’all think?)

Late Night Swim by ilostmyshoe-79 (sexual frustration, sex in baby)

Always, Dean by deanmonish (In case you guys were wondering how I spend my weekends, this is actually a story about me and Dean)

Game Night by ilostmyshoe-79 (Who wouldn’t want to play Twister with Dean and Sam Winchester? And then have steamy sex with Dean?)

Skype/Webcam Sex by canoncanoff (Whaddaya know, a Sam fic! I read this one a while back and loved it, and it recently came across my dash again. Reread it, still loved it, decided to include it in this week’s hump day post.)

Best Friends by castielsdirtykitten (AU! Reader and Dean are friends, reader gets drunk and hooks up with Sam, Dean gets jealous and smut ensues)

Open Arms by abaddonwithyall (All hail makeup sex with apologetic Dean!)

Until next week, happy humping!