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Prompt List #1 ♛ Imagines

  1. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
  2. “Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”
  3. “Stay with me”
  4. “Walk out that door and we’re through”
  5. “Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”
  6. “I can’t breathe”
  7. “I hate how much I love you”
  8. “Why are you so jealous?”
  9. “Where do you think you’re going”
  10. “Just leave me alone”
  11. “I need some time”
  12. “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”
  13. “You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”
  14. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”
  15. “Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”
  16. “Just talk to me”
  17. “Bite me”
  18. “If you insist”
  19. “I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”
  20. “I think you’re just afraid to be happy”
  21. “Why are you so nice to me”
  22. “Choose me”
  23. “We’ll get through this, I promise”
  24. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”
  25. “You’re mine. I don’t share”
  26. “Just shut up and kiss me.”
  27. “If we get caught I’m blaming you”
  28. “Make me”
  29. “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”
  30. “I think I forgot how to breath”
  31. “Stop biting that fucking lip!”
  32. “You’re blushing”
  33. “I missed something didn’t I?”
  34. “You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”
  35. “Well this is awkward”
  36. “Is that my shirt?”
  37. “You look like you need a hug”
  38. “I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”
  39. “Please come home, I miss you”
  40. “You’re so fucking adorable”
  41. “How can you still look so attractive while crying.”
  42. “I’m pregnant”
  43. “You’re lucky you’re cute”
  44. “Cuddle me.”
  45. “Sometimes I really don’t like you”
  46. “What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”
  47. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”
  48. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed”
  49. “Im too sober for this”
  50. “Oh god, I need a drink”

Just a lil something you should know before you watch the show. 

Mile High Club

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, blowjobs

Word Count: 785

Prompt: The reader finds a quick way to calm Dean down during a flight.

Beta: @impala-dreamer

Originally posted by wellcometothedarkside

“Dean, you need to calm down. You’re freakin’ everyone out here,” Sam grumbled, punching his brother’s shoulder. “It’s a plane, not the Titanic.”

“Planes can crash,” Dean countered. “The Titanic sunk, it’s possible that this metal thing could just blow up any second.”

A woman in front of Dean turned around, shooting him a glare as she tried to comfort her young son who was now about as freaked out as Dean. “Planes are built to fly. They always check them before they go up,” she stated matter-of-factly. The second she turned her back, Dean was mocking her. This time you punched his arm.

The plane hit a bit of turbulence in the air, and you grit your teeth when Dean’s nails sunk into your arm. “Release the death grip, my arm’s gonna fall off.” He sighed, unleashing your arm. “C’mon, let’s go see if we can get you some water.” You suggested, having had enough of Dean’s panic.

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Pretty Baby (NSFW)

Summary: You catch Sam on his way out of a shower and just can’t hold back
Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader
WC: 420 words
Warnings: Smut, grinding, dirty talk, name-calling, teasing.

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

You bit your lip while looking up at Sam.

Y/N,” he groaned with what he saw in your eyes.

Your cheeks were reddened and your pupils were blown as you stared at him with desire.

It all happened because you caught him in his tight boxer briefs after leaving the bathroom, and his amazing body had gotten you all bothered and hot.

“Sam,” you whispered back before leaning closer and licking a long line up his strong thigh.

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Cas cuddling up against Dean’s back as he sleeps, wrapping his arms around his waist and brushing the back of his neck with kisses, peppering them down his shoulders and up into his hairline. Cas breathing in the scent of Dean’s apple-cinnamon shampoo, and whispering ‘breakfast?’ into his dark hair. 

Dean shaking his head no, and pressing back against Cas’s warm body while hugging the blankets closer, murmuring ‘just five more minutes’ without even opening his eyes.

Cas smiling against Dean’s skin, wordlessly saying of course, because he’s held Dean all night while he slept, chased away his nightmares and waited patiently for him to wait up to start their day together. What’s five more minutes? Of course, Cas will wait.


     “Did you cut the -”


     “And add the -”


     A smile tugged at your lips as you looked approvingly up at your boyfriend, savouring the pure normalcy of cooking a meal together and spending an evening in the bunker. You didn’t get to do stuff like this often - especially when you were constantly on the road, hunting down one murderous beastie after another. So whenever you had the chance for domestic and safe, you jumped on it. Today you’d decided to make lasagna. Sam had approved whole-heartedly from behind his computer screen.

     “I know, I’m awesome,” Dean said, smirking arrogantly. He’d clearly caught your smile. You rolled your eyes but placed a quick kiss on his cheek, ducking under his arms and heading for the stove.

      The pot on the burner held a steaming red sauce, perfectly seasoned using your mother’s old recipe. You delicately dipped the tip of your index finger into the pot, bringing it to your lips to taste.


     It was perfect.

     That is, until Dean appeared beside you, a long-suffering look on his face.

      “Jeez woman, must you do that?”

     “Do what?”

      Dean gently grabbed your hand, holding your still-extended finger up for you both to see. “That.

     You raised an eyebrow. “What? I was just testing the sauce.”

     “Couldn’t you use a spoon?”

     Indignation flared through you, arms crossing over your chest. “I just washed my hands. They’re clean!”

     Dean scoffed, putting down the wooden spoon he was holding. “That’s not why I’m objecting,” he said, voice dropping an octave.

     You ignored the involuntary shiver that ran down your spine.

     “Well, what is it then?”

     “When you do that …” Dean pulled the palm of your hand up to his mouth, lips brushing your skin as he spoke. “You’re just too …” He kissed the inside of your wrist. “Damn …” The fabric of your shirt pulled taught in the fingers of his free hand. “Distracting.”

     Before you had time to protest Dean’s lips were on yours, his arm wrapped around your waist as he walked you backwards into the counter. The cold edge of the steel island dug into your back. Within seconds Dean had you off the ground, the cool counter underneath your thighs and his torso wedged between your legs.

     “You’re one … to talk … about distractions,” you mumbled in between kisses, letting Dean pull your leg up around his waist.

     He smirked. “It’s not my fault you’re so irresistible.”

     You smiled against Dean’s lips, pushing your hands against his chest. “True. But …” You pulled back enough to look at him. “We have other things to do right now.”

     Dean slumped forward, forehead resting on your shoulder. “Do we have to?” he drawled.

     You let out a breathy laugh. “Yes.”

     “But we’re finishing this later.”

     Mischief lit your eyes as he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter. Closer to him. Your lips collided with his as he set you back on your feet, his hands tight around your waist and stubbornly holding on.


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Summary: Multiple orgasms courtesy of Dean.

Characters: Dean x Reader.

Words: 503.

Warnings: female masturbation, multiple orgasms, squirting.

A/N: My mind needs to stop concocting filth when it sees seemingly innocent GIFS. Enjoy. Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden.


His fingers dip lazily but purposefully through your wetness, each tip alighting a new flame that travels into your pussy and up to your belly, pooling thick and hot like molten lead.

You groan Dean’s name breathlessly, the one syllable word echoing round the room as your hips lift to meet his fingers sliding inside your sopping cunt. They curl instantly to nudge your g-spot, almost aching to milk your orgasm from you. You’ve already come twice at Dean’s hand and once from his mouth but he won’t stop. He wants to see you crack and break under the weight of the lust waiting to shatter you into a thousand pieces.

“Dean please, I can’t—“ You’re almost on the verge of tears. He doesn’t stop fucking you over his fingers, the sinful noise of your pussy enveloping his digits as he thrusts them back inside you fills the room.

“You can, come on.” He urges, his fingers picking up speed. The exquisite but painful heat laying in your belly magnifies with every stroke and every whisper out of Dean’s mouth as he edges you to come. “Come on baby. That’s. It.”

Your release hits you like an express train hurtling towards you at 100 kilometres an hour. You squeeze your eyes shut, slam your hands to the mattress fisting the sheets so tightly in your palms you can feel the scratch of your nails cutting deep into your skin. A long, ear splitting scream escapes out of your throat, his name repeatedly on the cusp of your tongue.

But your peak doesn’t stop like you expect, it tumbles on a loop until you cease control of your body. Juices spurt out of your cunt, liberally soaking Dean’s hand. You can tell by the look on his face as you manage to open your eyes that this was his aim all along. His cheeks hollow as his lips purse together to form a small O, letting a whistle of air blow through them as he flicks his long lashes up to look at you. 

A smirk pulls at the corners of his lips and he lets them drop into it as he stills his fingers. He slips them free of your pussy, bringing them up to his grinning mouth and sucks down hard as he laps up your slick like a hungry kitten. He never looks more handsome than when he’s smothered in you. After catching your breath, you slowly attempt to sit up around him, all too aware of how exposed you are, but his hand falls free of his lips and halts you into place.

“Where you think you’re going?”

“Well, I was gonna get dressed—“ 

His eyebrow raises in response to your answer as he clambers further onto the bed, forcing you back onto the mattress. You suck your lip up between your teeth watching as he strips his shirt from his broad shoulders and lets it fall to the floor behind him.

“Oh princess, we are so not done here.” 

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Lucifer & Wings

This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all enjoy this, because I DID. <3 <3

Word Count: 714

Warnings: wing!kink, things get a little intense.

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Time and time again, Lucifer would do whatever it took to distract you.  Sam and Dean just left and you knew Lucifer was waiting for you in your room.  He loved being alone with you.  It was when he could be as devious as he wanted to be.  Except this time it would be you that caught him off guard.

When you closed your bedroom door, you knew Lucifer would want to pounce on you from behind the door.  That’s why you quickly pushed him back against the door the second you shut it.  

Lucifer was slightly caught off guard by your sudden actions and by your impressive strength.  He could have easily pushed you away from him, but he wanted to see where this was going.  You had never been this feisty before.

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“Excuse me?!” You demanded, gaping over at Dean. He was sitting at one of the library tables skimming through a book and drinking tea of all things, that red shirt making him even more attractive than usual. Not that you’d ever tell him that. Especially not when he was a demon.

“You heard me,” he said, not bothering to look up from his book. But you weren’t sure you had. You were pretty sure you were hallucinating or something, because you had to have heard him wrong. He definitely never could have possibly said-

“Alright, I’ll repeat myself. I said stop staring at me like that unless you wanna take things into my bedroom.”

Yeah. That. He couldn’t have possibly said that.

Looking at you like- like what?” You stammered, trying to keep it together. Dean sighed and finally looked up at you, letting his eyes flick black because he knew it freaked you out.

“You’re giving me that fuck me look, sweetheart.”

“I absolutely am not,” you protested, aghast. You’d barely even looked at him, trying to be so careful not to admire how his shoulders stood out in that shirt, the way his hair shone softly in the bunker lights, the stubble you could see on his face even from across the room…

“Are too,” Dean said, raising an eyebrow at you. Just that, plus a smug little grin had you blushing hard and looking back down at the pile of books in front of you.

“I am not,” you repeated angrily, crossing your arms over your chest as Dean sipped at his tea, “and since when you drink tea of all things?”

“Nice change of subject,” Dean noted, nodding a little before setting his cup down, “and Crowley got me started. It’s good, you should try it. Less heartburn than with the coffee.”

“No thank you,” you muttered, pointedly flipping a page. 

“You know,” Dean said, and when you looked up again, he was suddenly right in front of you, leaning across the table, “I may have lost some of my moral compass, but I’m still Dean.”

“No you’re not,” you said quietly, staring right back at him. That was what you and Sam had decided: show him no fear. If you weren’t afraid, he had less power over the two of you. 

“Sure I am. I’m still Dean. Just more… fun,” he said with a wide grin as his eyes went all black again. You suppressed a shudder and swallowed hard, trying not to think about the possibility of sex with Dean the demon because that was completely off-limits. 

“Come talk to me when you’re human,” you managed, though your voice sounded strained even to you. That made Dean laugh, tossing his head back as he made his way back over to his seat.

“Tempting, sweetheart… tempting…”

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Characters: Dean x Reader, Castiel, Sam

Words: 2110

Summary: The reader has been sick for the past week, but when Dean has to go on a hunt and Cas takes care of the reader, Castiel reveals that the reader isn’t actually sick.

This one shot is dedicated to @soaringeag1e , in honor of her baby girl coming in September!! :D The idea came to me and I just had to write it. So this is for you Megan. And special thank you to @the-thirteenthhour for helping me with this! :) Enjoy!!

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Characters:  SAM FUCKING WINCHESTER, GABRIEL (Forgot to say mentions of Lucifer, Dean, and Ketch)



Sam learned the hard way he had to treat Gabriel with the utmost care.  Of course, he’d already been watching his every move, having seen the state the archangel was in from the moment Ketch pulled Gabriel around the corner.  But even that wasn’t enough.

Gabriel was trembling.


The same Gabriel who Sam remembered walking with a jump in every step–every other step when he was serious.

The same Gabriel who nearly always had a smile on his lips, at least faintly curved upwards, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.

The same Gabriel who’d been powerful enough to stick Sam in a never-ending time loop, or both Sam and Dean in TV Land.

The same Gabriel who’d sacrificed himself to save Sam and Dean, willing to fight and being murdered by his brother.

Sam didn’t really want to admit what he was seeing in front of him, the almighty, laughing archangel brought to…this.

But though Sam hardly saw any of the old Gabriel besides a ghost of his appearance under the filth and blood, he was still the first forward.  While Dean and Ketch had run off to prepare the spell, Sam had been the one to go to Gabriel.

Fuck the spell–this was far more important right now.

When Sam initially approached, Gabriel instantly backed away as far as he could, nearly tipping the chair over as he was approached.  In that moment, as Sam locked eyes with Gabriel’s wild ones, now devoid of mirth and replaced with fear, even now when he was safely away from Asmodeous…

Sam saw himself.

Sam saw Hell.

Carefully, Sam lowered himself closer to Gabriel’s height, his expression that of utmost concern.

“Gabriel.”  Sam had to pause and clear his throat, too much pain in his voice on the first try.  “Gabriel, I’m not going to hurt you.  I just want to help…but you need to trust me.  Can you do that?”

Gabriel held his defensive position in the chair, still shying away from Sam and holding absolutely still, staring at him with those wild, stranger’s eyes.

But at the same time they were eyes Sam knew, which made it all the more painful.

Finally, something shifted, and Gabriel very carefully put one foot down off of the chair, though he remained cautious, tensed as if he was liable to take flight at any moment.

It was good enough for now.

Refraining from touching him, Sam backed away to give Gabriel some space, gesturing back into the library Ketch had been waiting in with Gabriel before the Winchesters had returned.  “Why don’t you…take a seat in there and I’ll…go get something to…”  he made a weak gesture towards his own lips to show he was talking about the stitches, but couldn’t get himself to actually say it.  “…to help,” he eventually finished.

Gabriel, looking like a lost, mutilated kitten, shuffled towards where he’d been told to go, and Sam had to turn from the sight with a sharp intake of breath, hurrying out of the room to find a first aid kit, or at least something to get rid of those damn stiches.

Those had to be the first to go.  They didn’t belong there, and just the thought of anyone doing that to Gabriel made Sam’s blood boil.

To see it…

He couldn’t stand to see them there a moment longer.

The first aid kit was, of course, in the bathroom–at least that’s where he kept his small personal one.  He took the time to make sure there were small medical scissors for stitches, shuffling past the gauze, sleeping pills, and painkillers to find them.

Sam happened to look up in the mirror as he threw what he didn’t need back under the sink, freezing in place as he saw himself in the mirror.

Where had…

Sam raised a hand he hadn’t realized was shaking to wipe away the tear he hadn’t realized had escaped while he thought of the husk of an archangel waiting for him in the library.  Seeing himself, however, caused the temporary numb of the shock of seeing Gabriel alive–but not really–to wear off.

And with the fading of the temporary numbness came the feeling.

The small collection of supplies he’d gathered tumbled into the sink with a clatter, and Sam found himself bracing against the sink with both hands as he leaned forward, breathing heavy as he stared back at the face in the mirror.

But he wasn’t seeing the man standing in front of the mirror.  He was seeing Gabriel’s wild eyes, perhaps the same Sam had cast towards Dean when he’d been tormented by visions of Lucifer and Hell to the point his mind just…broke.  He saw the stiches keeping Gabriel from–God–from screaming in pain, and heard his own screams as Lucifer cut and burned and did whatever the hell he pleased while Sam was trapped in the cage.  He saw the blood that coated Gabriel even now from who knew how many injuries, afflictions, mutilations, and he saw the blood slicked hardwood with the claws of hellhounds gouged into the planks and the prone body of his brother, his own blood causing the hooks and needles Lucifer wielded to slip, slide, miss their mark, and make Lucifer have to start anew in cutting up Sam’s flesh the way he preferred.

Sam saw Hell.

Sam saw himself.

Breathing heavy and slightly choked, Sam leaned over the sink, taking shallow breaths before he shoved his collection of supplies out of the basin, pulling on the sink’s nozzle so cold water shot forth in a harsh spray.  He thrust his hand under the water, splashing it onto his face, his neck, threading his fingers through his hair to alleviate the heat that burned through him.

How long had Gabriel been alive?  How long had they been unaware that he’d been held captive in Hell, clearly tortured by Asmodeous.

Gabriel had sacrificed himself for them, and what had they given him in return?

Sam looked back up into the mirror, water dripping steadily from his chin and the tips of his now damp hair to the basin, the counter of the sink, the floor.

Now was the chance to make up for not being there, for not realizing sooner…

Gabriel sat waiting for Sam in the library.

With that thought, Sam blindly grabbed the towel that rested near the sink, drying his face and hair, making sure there was no evidence of the brief…moment…he’d just had before he gathered the supplies once more and made his way back to the library.

Gabriel sat, shrunken and disheveled, defeated, at one of the chairs at the long table in the middle of the room, haunted eyes staring blankly down towards the floor.

Sam swallowed the pain at the sight, forcing himself forward as he set his supplies on the table in front of Gabriel.  The archangel jumped, startled by the sudden sound and Sam’s sudden reappearance, the fear back in his gaze.

Sam kicked himself for not announcing his return in a soft voice, taking care that he moved slowly and without any sudden noises.

“Let’s…get those off of you, first.  Okay?” Sam asked gently, pulling out the chair next to Gabriel and turning it so that he could face the archangel.  Gabriel continued to eye him warily, like he was waiting for some sort of trick–

Sam’s heart clenched so painfully he had a hard time breathing for a moment, fighting the storm of emotions inside him so he could be stable long enough he could help the broken angel in front of him.

Sam reached over and picked up the scissors, his hand freezing in midair when Gabriel made a sound of fright at the sight of a sharp object most likely meant for him.  Sam held out his empty hand in a gesture of peace.

“It’s all right!  I’m just going to get these stiches off of you, okay?  I swear, I’m not going to hurt you, Gabriel.  I swear.  I just want to help you,” he pleaded, leaning forward slightly and holding Gabriel’s gaze, hoping the archangel could see the sincerity in Sam’s eyes…

…the understanding.  The mirrored look of hell in his eyes, but faded, as Sam had repeatedly pushed those feelings down, down, and down, over and over again so they never rose to the top, so he didn’t have to deal with it.

He’d told Rowena as much, how he’d never truly dealt with what happened to him.

And Dean was thought to be the Winchester with all the repressed feelings.

Whatever Gabriel saw in Sam’s eyes, the angel slowly turned to face Sam, leaning forward in a silent offer for Sam to do as he would, a helpless vulnerability that hurt Sam far more than it relieved him that Gabriel was going to let him help.

Sam raised a slightly trembling hand to Gabriel’s lips, feeling the torn and abused skin underneath from the stitches.  Again, he felt heat, hellfire, Lucifer, blood, slicing, tearing, shredding, pulling–

Mirrored gazes filled with Hell met, and the man with the demon blood steadied his hand to break the first chain that bound the angel before him in his broken vessel.

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     “You know, if you weren’t so violent you wouldn’t suffer any punching injuries.”

     “And if you weren’t so aggravating I wouldn’t need to do any punching!”

     Your voice was swallowed up by the bunker’s cavernous rooms, shouting after Dean as he made his way to the kitchen to get ice and leaving you with your hand begrudgingly cradled against your chest. The thought of accepting help from him made you twist in your seat, because what could be more embarrassing than an injury sustained while trying to deck someone else? Especially if that someone was Dean Winchester. You cringed at the thought.

      When Dean returned he was carrying a bowl full of ice water, which you lowered your hand into with a wince but made no sound. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Then after a few minutes in the freezing cold Dean finally spoke.

     “Alright, come here,” he said, holding his hand out for yours.

     You simply glared at him. “And if I don’t feel like it?”

     “Well, you can try punching me with the other hand if want, but I doubt that would do you much good.”

     You frowned and pulled out of the ice water, wordlessly putting your hand in his.

     “Okay, try to open your hand,” he said, causing a slight surge of panic to run through you. But you managed, slow and steady, to unfurl your fingers and splay them out against his palm. It was an effort not to think about the contact. “And close it.” You did. “Does that hurt?”

     “Enough to make me want to hit you again,” you muttered.

     Dean chuckled at that and only earned himself another glare. “I think you’d better hold off on that for now.”

     Once Dean had made you turn your hand up and down and in a circle, did what seemed to be a temperature comparison between your left hand and you right, and made you squeeze his fingers in a gesture far too similar to the “pull my finger” trick for comfort, he finally seemed satisfied. “No immediate bruising, no sunken knuckles,” he muttered, still poking your hand for good measure. “I think you’re okay. A bruised knuckle, fracture at the most. Just try not to move your hand much for the next few days.”

     And to that, you didn’t know what to say.

     Thank you for looking at my hand? Sorry for punching you in the face? You totally deserved to be punched and I wish I could do it again?

     You thought better of the latter and settled on a quiet, “Thanks,” eyes darting down to the floor.

     Dean smiled, the beginnings of a bruise forming on his jaw, and said, “You’re welcome,” as he turned to leave. But then he stopped, smirking back and you. “And when that hand’s healed, I’ll teach you how to throw a real punch. Then next time I mouth off you can knock me out instead of just on my ass.”

     You couldn’t help but smile.

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Wings (Castiel x Reader)





SUMMARY: Turns out not everyone can see an angels wings

I was sitting on a cheap motel bed, laptop in my lap and a cold cup of coffee next to me, researching a case while Sam and Dean were out. Of course, I was not allowed to them. As much as I protested and whined about it I was stuck on research duty.

Sure, Sam and Dean had good reason to keep me out of the real hunting as I was very inexperienced, having only dealt with a few ghosts, a couple vampires and a witch, but surely the only way I’d get better was to actually get my hands dirty, right?

I’d been part of the Winchester group for a few years now, after helping them on a tricky case with Bobby. After a few months of helping the brothers, they decided it’d be a good idea to bring me along permanently. I didn’t mind being on the road all the time, it was fun. An adventure. Something a small town girl like me rarely gets.

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In The Middle of The Bar

Summary: Sam fingers you in the middle of the bar.
Sam Winchester x Reader
Word Counting: 200 words
Warnings: Sorta public sex, implied smut, public fingering,

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

“Don’t.” Sam whispered.

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Dean loves cuddles. 

He likes the feeling of someone else's warmth. Someone’s body being pressed against his. 

Usually he’s the big spoon, but on days when life just isn’t going well, he likes to curl up and have someone else hold him. The comforting touch takes the weight of the world off his shoulders. 

Dean loves cuddles.

Castiel figured this out after a rough hunt one day. Dean was blaming himself for the death of a girl and Castiel found him crying on his bed in the bunker. Cas knew it wasn’t the time to talk, so he just sat down next to Dean and held him.

Sam found them curled up on the bed the next morning, legs intertwined, Dean’s face nuzzled into Castiel’s neck.

Dean loves cuddles.

He loves waking up in the morning seeing those bright blue eyes. He loves pulling Castiel into his chest and reveling in the sound of their mixing breaths in the quiet morning. 

Dean loves cuddles but especially when they are with a trench coat wearing angel.

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Jensen Ackles

Famous Love series - 1 2 3 4 5 -(Reader is part of Sherlock cast and meet Jensen in a Comic Con)

Mentions of Love -(Jensen always blush when the fans ask about the reader)

She’s (not) confident. -  2 -(Reader is part of Supernatural cast and have a low self esteem and a huge crush on Jensen) 

Finding Jensen -(Reader and Jensen talk about their future)

Daddy Issues- 1 2 -(Reader is a teenager actress that works in Supernatural, with some trouble with her dad)

You’re my home series - 1 2 3 4 5-(Reader is a young single mom and meet Jensen in a Supernatural convention)

Far from home - (Daddy Jensen and uncle Jared go to Marvel studios to visit the reader and her boyfriend, Tom Holland.)

Dean Winchester

Who’s in control? -(Demon!Dean try to kill his pregnant girlfriend)

Don’t leave me -(Dean and the reader are having huge fights and she almost die.)  

Just the way you are -(Reader tries to tell her boyfriend, Dean, that she is bisexual)

Blue - (Dean finds out about the reader’s true feelings about their ‘friends with benefits’ relationship. Song fic: Blue - The Neighbourhood)

Jared Padalecki

Missed -(Reader is feeling a bit sad from having her boyfriend and dad away) (Cole Sprouse x Reader, Daddy!Jared)

Hero - (Jared steps up in a Con when see the reader being harassed by a volunteer for something stupid)

Sam Winchester

Family -(Sam and the reader have a little surprise in her labor)

The one where Sam is a dom - (Dean finds out about the secret relationship between Sam and the reader)

HWC 1 - (Sam winchester x reader, Sam winchester x ruby)


69 - (Reader and Cas have just begun a relationship and everything the reader says Dean turns it to sexual)

Winchester brothers

You’re safe now -(Reader has a abusive boyfriend and she ask the brothers for help)

She was 17 and never learn to smile -(Charlie Bradbury discover a huge secret about the Winchester family)

Winchester Sister

I won’t lose you- 1 2 -(The little Winchester tries to kill herself)

Speak to big brother -(Dean finds out that his little sister is not a virgin anymore)

Mad World - (Reader is the one to struggle with Lucifer’s hallucinations instead of Sammy)

HWC 3 - (“There’s an interesting story behind that”)


Dean - My costume came two sizes smaller. Is it too revealing?

Sam -You’re the one who wanted to put his complicated costume, now you take it off by yourself. I don’t even care if i have to enjoy myself with own hand.

Sam - I’m too drunk to go back home. You mind if I crash on your couch? Or your bed…?

Balthazar - 1 2

Would Include

Being Jared’s daughter

Being Jensen’s daughter

Being Misha’s daugther

Being Jared’s little sister

Being Jensen’s little sister

Being the Winchester’s little sister

Sherlock Holmes

Sucker for pain -(Sherlock finds out that his little sister is self harming)


Mistaken 1 2 - (Robert Downey Jr finds out that his daughter is dating his co-worker.)


    You hadn’t meant to do it. Certainly not when Dean was within earshot. But it was right there, eight-legged and on your damn desk, and it had to go. Even if you already knew you’d never hear the end of it as you heard Dean’s boots thundering down the hallway.

     “Y/N?!” Dean called, bursting through your door with his gun raised. The eldest Winchester gave the room a quick once-over and then settled his gaze on you, assessing for damage with frantic eyes. He lowered his gun just the slightest bit. “Y/N? What happened? … Are you okay?”

     You smiled sheepishly at Dean and walked forward, pulling the gun from his calloused fingers with a gentle tug. “I’m okay, it’s just – uh …”

     “What? What’s wrong?”

      There was no apparent danger and you’d already dropped the gun on the bed, but Dean’s voice was still edged with concern. So you stepped aside and wordlessly pointed at the desk.

     The look Dean shot back would make Lucifer himself quiver in his boots.

     “A spider?” he said calmly. “You screamed because of a spider?”

     “It’s a big spider.”

     “It’s the size of my pinky nail!”

     “Yeah, well, you have fat fingernails …”

     Dean just rolled his eyes and reached for your desk with his bare hand, intending to solve your bug problem, but you caught his wrist mid-swing and stopped him from crushing the eight-legged pest.

     “Wait, you need to use a tissue!” you cried.

     His eyebrows knit together. “Why?”

     “Because you’ll get spider guts on you!”

      “So?” Dean just stared at you blank-faced. “Y/N, you do realize you’re a hunter, right? You’ve been covered in monster bits more times than I can count. How is this any different?”

     “Because this is spider guts, Dean! Spider guts.”

     “… And?”

     “Spiders are the spawn of Satan!”

     “Okay, we’ve met Satan and I don’t think -”

     “Satan, I tell you! Satan!”

     You ran across the room and quickly pulled a Kleenex from the box on your nightstand, passing it to Dean and backing up a step in case he missed his target. A motion he noted, if his raised eyebrows were any indication, which only served to make him look even less impressed.

     “Okay. I’m killing the spider,” Dean said, holding up the Kleenex for you see, “with a tissue.” You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off before you could, already knowing exactly what you were going to say. “And I won’t miss.”

     And he didn’t.

     The spider was gone in a matter of seconds and Dean was tossing the crumpled up Kleenex into the trash on his way out the door, looking over his shoulder before leaving and flashing a quick smile. “You’re lucky I love you.”

A/N: Okay, I don’t usually put Author’s Notes on imagines because they’re so short but in this case I felt like I should because I really don’t think this is my best work. I decided to post it anyway because I agonized over this fic for too long to not put it up ( @skymoonandstardust knows what I’m talking about and thank you for putting up with me, girl!) but I just wanted you guys to know that I’m fully aware it’s not that good. Apologies, friends.

*These gifs are not mine, both the gifs are from Google Images*


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What Happened?

Characters: Dad!Dean x Daughter!Reader

Words: 919

Summary: The reader gets home from a school trip, and when Dean see’s his daughter’s bruised and scabbed knuckles, his protective instincts kick in.

Warnings: mentions of a fight, bruises, protective!Dad!Dean

Dad Dean is so much fun to write. I hope you guys like this. :) Enjoy!

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“No You”

A/N: Found this Drabble in my drafts. Thought it was cute so I’m posting it.

Summary: You and the boys go to a bar after a hunt. Dean is the designated driver and has to put up with your drunken nonsense.

Warnings: Drinking & cursing

Characters: Husband!Dean x Wife!Reader, Castiel, Sam.

xx xx

“One.. Two.. Three.. Shot!” You yelled as You, Sam, and Cas took another shot of tequila together.

“Don’t you think it’s weird how such a strong alcohol could come from an agave plant? Agave is known for its sweet nectar but also tangy alcoho-”

“Sam” you interrupted “You’re my brother in law and I love you so much, but please shut the fuck up about the plant.”

Sam was so drunk he couldn’t open his eyes, but he still managed to do a drunken-version of his famous bitch face.

“Ladies Please stop bitching.” Dean said putting his hand between you as if he was stopping a fight. He was just pissed he picked the short straw and had to be the designated driver.

Cas slowly shuffled past Sam and Dean to get to you. His eye lids were fluttering from opened to closed and you held him steady.

“Cas are you okay?”

“I-” He hiccuped. “I need to sit down.” He said sitting in the floor of the bar.

Dean rolled his eyes and looked down at him

“Cas get off the floor.” Cas didn’t move. He just continued to sit in the floor.

“Alright.” Dean said throwing Cas over his shoulder. “Time to go gang.”

You and Sam groaned before getting up from your stools at the bar and following Dean to the car.

“Okay” He groaned laying Cas down in the back. You slid in the back seat, picking up Cas’s legs and setting them on your lap so he didn’t have to sit up

“Dean I love you so much. You’re like the big brother I never had.” You smiled.

“No I’m your husband.” He said with a sigh

“Yeah but you’re such a brotherly husband.”

“Nope.” He said shaking his head as he started baby. “I’m really not.”

“You’re brotherly to me.”

“Sam I am your brother.”

“A brotherly brother.”

“I hate all of you.” He said pulling out of the parking lot.

“Hey Dean do you remember when we got married?”

“Yes y/n I do remember that time we got married. What about it honey?”

“We should get someone to marry Cas cause he’s sad cause he’s not an angel anymore. I was like really happy when we got married we should do that for him.”

“That would be so cool.” Cas added

“Who would he marry?” Dean humored you. You weren’t gonna remember this conversation anyway.

“Can I marry y/n?”

“No, Cas you cannot marry my wife.”

Cas crinkled his nose and then sat up “Well when I get a wife you can’t marry her.”

“I’m trapped in a car with three drunk six-year- olds.” Dean mumbled to himself.

“I’m a drunk six-year-old?” Sam pointed at himself with a dropped jaw.


"No you.”

“Sam we are not starting this.”

“You guys are funny.” You said leaning your head on the door of the Impala. “I love being goofy with you. You boys are my best friends.” You sniffed

“Baby are you crying?” Dean looked at you in the rear view mirror.

You leaned your head back and tears fell down your face.

“You’re just.. so sweet. And you take care of me. And you love me. And I love you. And we just love each other. And we’re in love.”

Dean held back his laughter as he kept talking to you. "Uh-huh”

Cas leaned forward so he was closer to Dean

“What kind of tux do you need to wear when you get married?”

“Cas you’re not marrying my wife.”

Cas sat back in the seat and let out a pouty "hmf” as his back hit the chair.

You looked in the front seat to see that Sam was completely unconscious.

“Lightweight.” You chuckled at him “At least I’m not a drunk crier” He mumbled letting you know he wasn’t really asleep.

“At least I’m not a bitch.“

"No you’re a bitch.”

“No you.”

“No you.”

“No you.”

“You’re all bitches.” Cas said laying back down in the bench seat.

“Kids” Dean interrupted in his Dad voice.

“Do I need to pull over and get on to you?”

“No” You all mumbled.

Empty bed

Author: @onlydeanandjensen

Pairing: Dean x reader (y/n)

Characters: reader and Dean 

Warnings: none, pure fluff

Summary: After months of sharing a motel bed with Dean, Dean isn’t used to going to sleep in an empty bed so he visits your room in a bunker to accompany you.

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