Chubby Bunny- Dean x Plus Size Reader

Chubby Bunny

Summary: When someone insults his girl, Dean is determined to show her how much he appreciates her body.  On the hood of the Impala. 

Pairing: Dean x Plus Size Reader
Words: 1600

Warnings: Body Imagine Issues, Smut (Oral Sex (Female Receiving, Fingering, Public Sex, Dirty Talk. ) All mistakes are my own. ;) 

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Originally posted by lucifersagents

Y/N sighed as she leaned against the hood of the Impala.  The bottle of whiskey she stole from the table firmly pressed to her lips as she downed half of it in a few gulps.  How had she ever let Dean convince her to come out like this?  From her bunny ears, down to her black tutu and heels, she felt like an idiot.   Biting the inside of her cheeky as the man’s words once again burned her ears.  

“Fat bitches like that should be outlawed at Halloween.”

The statement was grotesque and overstated, just like the frat douche that had said it.  College boys wouldn’t know what to do with a woman like her, to begin with, but it still stung her ego.  It had taken nearly thirty years to build herself up enough even to entertain the idea that men could want her.  Now, some little boy had brought her tumbling right back down to high school.

“That little fucker.”  Y/N grumbled into the cool night air.  Her face scrunching up as she fought the urge to cry. “And give the asshole the satisfaction?  Fuck that.”  

“What exactly are we talking about here?”  A booming voice asked causing Y/N to jump out of her skin.  Her head whipped around to see her boyfriend holding a bag of ice to his knuckles and a grin on his face.  Dean’s eyes roaming down her body in the tight corset; her breast standing proudly for his viewing pleasure.  Y/N’s eyebrows lifted as she motioned towards his hand.  

“Not like I would let some little bastards get away with calling my girl that.” He said with a shrug before plopping down next to her on the hood.  His smile was charming as he slid closer to his girl.  Y/N sighed and let his arms wrap around her; the words still punching away at her ego.  

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

Pairing: Dean x Witch!Reader

Prompt: Imagine being a former BMoL and powerful natural witch, who over the years has fallen in love with Dean, and to save him from the Mark, you transfer it on yourself - thus tying yourself to the Darkness, and forcing Dean to finally come clean with his feelings and propose to you before it’s too late.
By the brilliant @assassinofmasyaf

Words: 9,490.

Warnings: Like there’s a little angst, I’m sorry magic is angsty. A tiny bit of fluff, I’m not a monster.

A/N: Fic 2 of my follower celebration! This got away from me a little. I mean the lies, the heartache. It’s all too much. I’mma cutch my pearls and go lie down.

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Part Three: When In Doubt, Choose “C.” (What’s Up, Tiger Mommy? S08E02)

Episode Summary: Kevin Tran talks the Winchesters and the reader in checking on his mother. When they arrive and discover Crowley has surrounded her with demons, they rescue her and take her along their quest to find the demon tablet. However, they soon discover Mrs. Tran is a mother not to be tested after she tries to go up against the king of hell herself.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 3,833.

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Imagine...Sharing A Bed

Originally posted by smartiespn

Square: Bed Sharing

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 573

Warnings: none

A/N: Written/Created for @spnfluffbingo

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Gods and Monsters Chapter One: Autumn- Dean x Reader


Gods and Monsters Chapter One: Autumn

Words: 7,600

Summary: You were innocent in every way. So completely in love with Dean Winchester that you were saving your virginity in hopes he might come to see you more than just a kid. Dean has been fighting his feelings for you for years and finally comes to terms that he may no longer be able to fight them even in face of the darkest time of his life. The Mark of Cain.

Pairings: Dean x Virgin!Reader. Demon! Dean x Reader

Future Warnings: Virgin!Reader. Age gap. First Time Sex. Oral, Fingering, slight non-con(Demon Dean), kinky sex Graphic violence.

AN: Excuse any major grammar mistakes hopefully grammarly caught most of them. Repeated content. Sorry. Tags are always open. Just shoot me an ask.  Feedback will feed my writing muse.  Please don’t starve her. ;)

Originally posted by spn-spam

“Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.”

- Bruce Lee

“What do you mean you only have one room left?”  You balked at the older bald gentlemen behind the counter of the front office of the Cedar Pine Motel.  Your stomach twisting into a nerves sickness that you didn’t want to think about at the moment.  This was the third and last motel in the little town where you would be working a case.  The man eyed you for a moment before grunting in annoyance.

“I mean, either take the room girl or sleep in your car.  I know damn well that there aren’t any rooms left in the whole town.  It’s fall leaf watching seasons.  All kinds of tourist this time of year.   Now do you want the room or not?”  He groused as he bit into the other half of his sandwich.  Your nose wrinkled as you watched a piece of cheese tumble out of his mouth and onto the floor.

“Please at least tell me that there are two beds?” You asked hopefully.  Eyes darting to the floor as the man bent down to pick up his fallen dairy prize as he gave you a good show of his butt crack.   Biting your cheek to keep from telling him how disgusting that was, you smiled brightly at him when he stood back up.  

“Sorry lady, It’s a queen bed and a couch, but why the hell does it matter?  You’re alone.”  The man barked at you in annoyance.  You frowned at that and peered over to his nametag.  It read “Jerry” and you rolled your eyes.  What was with the name Jerry?  All the Jerrys you had ever meet were jerks.

“Well, Jerry, my partner is joining me on this trip. Got some business to take care of and all. It would’ve been easier with two room is all.”  You groaned as you tapped the desk.  “But fine.  Give me the room.”  

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When She Came Back

Originally posted by artemiskitsune

Pairing: Dean x Sister!Reader

Summary: At the end of season 11, it’s not Mary who’s brought back, but the Winchester’s six year old sister.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Nothing I can think of, little angsty maybe

A/N: This is the first part of a series I have in mind. It’s my first one, so I’m super excited and please let me know if you would want to read more parts of this.

Beta’d by the wonderful @nickiwinchester97 . Y’all are lucky she puts up with me and my shitty writing because you don’t know what crap you’d get to see if it wasn’t for her.

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

Suddenly, it was cold again. Too cold actually, but it would have been just right if you’d been wearing anything else than your pajamas. Disoriented, you sat up and shivered as another breeze got the better of you.

“Mom?” you shouted, looking around and trying to remember what happened. Everything that came to your mind was an all-consuming heat, a pain you’d never felt before. “Dad?”

You got up, a little light headed but otherwise okay. You knew you’d get in trouble with your parents when they saw how dirty your pajamas were, but you wiped your hands on them anyway.

Instead of getting a response, you saw a figure emerging from the shadows. With every step he came closer you were more convinced that this wasn’t your father, but a tall and muscular stranger, coming towards you in the middle of the night.  

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     “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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Can’t Get You Off My Mind

Summary: The reader wakes up during a hunt one morning with a strange new ability. She can read Dean’s mind. As she discovers some secrets about him, she tries to get herself back to normal without him realizing what’s happening…


Square: Mind Reading

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 3,300ish

Warnings: language, implied smutty

A/N: Written/Created for @spnfluffbingo

A/N #2: Bolded & Italicized are Dean’s thoughts…

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The Broken Trickster

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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,029

Warnings: angst, comfort

A/N: This wasn’t requested, but I know you want it ;) I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! :)

With Gabriel now safe and sound back at the bunker, you could see a visible difference in him.  It wasn’t just the new clothes, but he was acting differently too.  He would smirk and smile at you, the Winchesters, and Castiel.  Yet when he turned his head away, the smile dropped from his face almost immediately.  No one but you seemed to notice.

“[Y/N],” Dean called for the third time.  He was standing in the archway beside Sam.  It appeared as if they were going to leave, but you weren’t sure.  “Are you coming with us or not?  You can stay with Gabriel if you want, but he’s not much fun to be around.  The only one who has fun is him.”

“Oh come on Dean-o, we’ve had our share of fun,” Gabriel remarked.  He never looked up from his hands which sat in his lap.  “I look back on my time as the Trickster quite fondly.”  You could see the somber look in his expression.

Your gaze moved back to Sam and Dean, who seemed oblivious to Gabriel’s feelings.  Even if they were willing to ignore Gabriel, you weren’t.  “I’ll keep an eye on him,” you said with a smile.  “That way neither of you have to worry about him pulling any tricks.”

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Gods and Monsters Chapter Two:On This Night-Dean x Reader


Gods and Monsters Chapter Two: On This Night

Words: 6,000

Summary: You were innocent in every way. So completely in love with Dean Winchester that you were saving your virginity in hopes he might come to see you more than just a kid. Dean has been fighting his feelings for you for years and finally comes to terms that he may no longer be able to fight them even in face of the darkest time of his life. The Mark of Cain.

Pairings: Dean x Virgin!Reader. Dean x Reader. Demon! Dean x Reader

Future Warnings: Virgin!Reader. Age gap. First Time Sex. Oral, Fingering, kinky sex, graphic violence. Spoilers for Season 9.

AN: Excuse any major grammar mistakes hopefully grammarly caught most of them.  As well as my husband who was nice enough to read through this.  LOL.  Thank you guys for all the awesome feedback.  I apperatiace it so much.  
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Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
Whenever I’m alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again 
Lovesong by The Cure

You hated the suit!  It was: tight, binding and hot.  You had the coat swung over your shoulder while standing behind Dean.  He was busy reading over the police reports while you fussed in your own head about your suit.  Originally, you had put on the pantsuit that wasn’t too bad, but the moment you had walked out Dean was asking you to wear your skirt. 

 Of course, the moment he had said, ‘I like the way you look in that one’, you had nearly melted into a puddle on the spot.  So, now you stood looking over his shoulder while pretending to be a professional all the while wishing you hadn’t let Mr. Sexy get to you.  You huffed when you felt him lean back into you.  His head bumping into your torso before he glanced away from the photos and into your eyes.

“Something I can help you with Birdy?”  He asked with a smile so beautiful, you felt your heart stop.

“No… Just…  I guess I’m still a little hungover.” You murmured in reply.  Your eyes darting to the side to escape his gaze.   

Dean gave a toothy grin as he closed the case file, and before plopping it onto the desk.  The big belly sheriff of the township had scuttled off before you could really get a chance to ask many questions.  You supposed they were trying to keep a mass grave of murder victims a secret.  

“Guess they wanna keep things hush, hush around here. Did you see the look he gave me when I asked for the files?”  You sighed as you moved to grab the file on the latest murder victim, Anya Smith.

Flipping it open, you studied it for a moment and frowned.  This didn’t seem like a regular vamp attack.  The poor girl had died from blunt force trauma to the head and not puncture marks like she had been bitten.  The two victims before basically had their jugulars ripped out, but this girl was busted up like a broken toy.  Your eyebrows knitted together as you sat down on the sheriff’s desk.  Crossing your feet at the ankle, you began to contemplate if these cases were related.

Dean’s eyes had wandered to the slit that your pencil skirt had just above the knee.  The way you sat gave him a good view of your calves and just a peek of your creamy thighs.  The dangerous thoughts from the night creeping into his mind as he used your distracted state.  His eyes inching up as they roamed over you.  The way your shirt hugged your curves made his mouth run dry and he had to swallow to help the itch in the back of his throat.  He watched in wicked delight as you bit those pouty lips in concentration and a shiver ran through him.  

Your eyes glanced away from the file as Dean seemed to shiver.  His eyes suddenly glued to the ceiling as you tried to make eye contact with him.  A puzzled look overcame your face before you shrugged as he seemed to have drifted off into thought.

“Cold?” You asked curiously.  Personally, you were burning up from the heat from inside the office.  It must have been at least eighty degrees in there.  Dean cleared his throat before turning his gaze to you.

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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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Long Time Running

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Request: Can you write something for the A/BO universe? Like Dean being this scary alpha and everyone tell the reader to stay away from him because he is trouble, but when they meet he is super nice, sweet and protective with her because she is his omega and she deserve only the best. He courts her before claiming her and when he does it’s so sweet and caring. Just some fluffy smut.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader

Word Count: 2,400ish

Warnings: language, smut, a/b/o dynamics

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Hips Don’t Lie Masterlist

Hips Don’t Lie-Dean x Plus Size Reader


Summary: She was a shop owner for hunters in a small East Texas town. When the Winchesters come through after reports of usual animal attacks they are reunited with an old friend, Y/N. The girl that Dean Winchester had the biggest crush on, but never did anything about it. This time though, he’s determined to change that.

Setting: Between seasons eleven and twelve.

Pairing: Dean x Plus Size Reader

Warnings: Body Imagine Issues, The Subject of Low Self-esteem, Smut, Fluffy of doom, Canon Violence.









Pairing: Sam x Daughter!Reader, Dean x Niece!Reader

Summary: Since you came into a new foster family, things are becoming worse and worse. You reach a point where you can’t take it anymore.

Word Count: about 2700

Warnings: A little breakdown, abusive foster parents, apart from that just fluff I guess (please tell me if I missed something)

A/N: This is my (way too late, I’m so sorry!) entry for @winchesters-favorite-girl One Year Celebration (the prompt is bolded). Katie, you’re the best big sister we could ask for and an inspiration to us all. I hope for many more great years with you <3

Originally posted by heytheredeann

You’ve been sitting in your room for hours, opting between doodling on some notebook paper and checking your phone every few minutes. You jumped up from your chair once the two words finally lit up on the screen.

I’m here.

It didn’t even take you seconds to open the window and quietly climb through it. Relief flooded through you as you saw your dad standing there, leaning onto the black Impala, and he made some steps toward you. As soon as his arms were around you, engulfing you in a tight hug, the tears you’d been trying to hold back all day spilled over. Helplessly, he tried to shush you, rubbing his hand over the small of your back and kissing your hair.

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Taking Care Of Gabriel

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Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,667

Warnings: angst/fluff, hurt/comfort

A/N: This is the long awaited one-shot I posted a sneak peek of some time last week! I hope you guys enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! :)

When you came back to the bunker after going on your own hunt, Dean was gone and Sam was with Cas.  You had a wall of text to read from Sam, but you stopped before you could read it.  The thing that stopped you in your tracks was a damaged archangel.  One you thought had died a long time ago; one you had loved for many years regardless of what he did and who he was to Sam and Dean.

Your eyes grew wide at the sight of Gabriel.  It felt like your heart was going to beat right out of your chest.  Your heart broke a little when he seemed to shrink into his seat.  There was blood all over his face and his clothes.  You set your bag carefully down on the table and slowly came around the table.

“Hey Gabe,” you spoke softly.  You wanted to show him that you were not there to hurt him, but to help and comfort him.  You crouched down beside his chair and rested your hand on the arm of the wooden seat.

A little squeak came from the archangel’s lips.  After a few seconds of looking at your face, his eyebrows furrowed together.  His expression shifted from a frightened one to a relieved one.  With a shaky hand, Gabriel reached out and his fingertips brushed across your face.  A small hum came from him as he tilted his head to the side.

“Yeah it’s me, [Y/N],” you said with a smile.  “I’m sure I look a little different, but not too different, right?”  Gabriel gave a small nod in response.  “Is it okay if I help you get cleaned up?  I’m sure you want to get into some clean clothes.”

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     “Come on, get off the damn ladder,” Dean said, his voice rough as he called up to you from the ground. “This thing’s too old to be safe!”

     “It’s fine, I’m almost done.” You reached the ceiling with the help of your feather duster, determined to rid the bunker of all grimy proof of disuse. “I just want to get these cobwebs down!”

     “You’re gonna fall.”

     You scoffed. “No, I’m not.”

     Otherwise known as, the famous last words.

     Your feet wobbled as the ladder suddenly swayed, steadying again as Dean grabbed hold of the bottom, but ultimately accomplished nothing. The wood creaked and your hands flew out to balance yourself. The top rung gave out with a spectacular crack. You were plummeting to the ground before you had a chance to think.

     And then you stopped. No hard floor, no broken bones, just a pair of strong arms tucked under your waist and legs and the sound of a broken ladder crashing to the ground behind you. You opened your eyes one at a time and found Dean’s concerned - but not at all surprised - face beside yours.

     “You okay?” he asked.

     You simply stared at him, awe struck. “You caught me.”

     “Yeah … ?” Dean looked confused. “Why did you think I was standing here? To let my girlfriend face-plant when this wobbly piece of crap broke?”

     “Well I knew why you were standing there, and I figured you’d try to catch me, but I didn’t think you’d actually do it. That was like in the movies!”

     “You really weren’t that high up …”

     “You saved me!”

     Dean couldn’t help but smile at that, attempting to roll his eyes but failing miserably. His grip tightened on your waist as you rested your arms on his broad shoulders. “You know, I’m not sure if I should be flattered that you’re so impressed, or offended that you didn’t think I could do it.”


     “Oh yeah?”

     You closed that gap between the two of you, pressing your lips against his and effectively shutting him up. You pushed your fingers into the short hair at the back of his neck. His hand brushed the exposed skin under the hem of your shirt. Then you pulled back, just enough to speak, and whispered against his lips, “You’re my hero, Dean Winchester.”

     A deep laugh rumbled in his chest, vibrating against your own as he spun you around. He didn’t dare put you down. Instead, he pressed his lips to yours once again, holding you close and making his way to the room you both shared.

     “Got it. Flattered it is then.”

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To Make You Proud

Winchesters x Sister!Reader

Summary: Y/N has always felt like a failure. So maybe she can finally prove she isn’t and save her family.

Warnings: Attempted Suicide, Season 12 spoilers, ANGST, Fatherly Cas cuz WHY NOT??

Dean and Sam had been missing for weeks. No one had seen them, no one had heard from them.


Until a few hours ago. Now they faced Billie, and one Winchester had to go.

Y/N was all that was left. A skinny, Y/H/C girl with fierce Y/E/C eyes. She was their half-sister, the result of some fling their father had after the death of Mary. She had watched her whole family die and was basically living on the streets homeless until John found her and raised her.

She was just “the accident”.

That was what John called her. What he reminded her. She was an accident, so she should be grateful he cared enough to take her in.

Dean was always distant from her. Sam came first, no matter what. If Dean was home alone with the two hungry kids and there was only one sandwich left, Sam got it. If there was only room for one more person on a hunt, Sam was going. Sam, Sam, Sam.

Sam, however, wasn’t distanced or cruel, but just awkward. He tried to be kind the her and show her he would be her big brother, but she always pushed him away.

However, once they got older and Sam left, Y/N left too. She went to a small state college and made friends.

Stopped hunting.

But Dean and Sam showed up at her door one evening and whisked her away back into her world of fear, pain, and failure.

Castiel was probably the most positive influence on her. He was her father figure, in a way. When her self esteem was down, he told her she was beautiful and had a beautiful heart. If she felt useless, he had her help with research. If someone died, she assured her they were in a better place. He helped Y/N get through the multiple deaths her brothers faced.

When Mary was brought back to life, things were… tense. After all, here was this stranger who looked like John and was the offspring of some slutty one-night-stand. For the most part the two avoided each other, not in malice but for the sake of their sanities.

But now here they stood. One of the four Winchesters had to die. They all looked at each other. But Y/N noticed, none of their eyes shifted to her. They shifted between Mary, Dean, and Sam.

She was the failure.

“Guys.” Y/N spoke quietly, causing the three to look at her. Her hand tightened on her gun and she smiled at them, trying not to cry. “You Three… you belong together. She’s your mom. I’m just your half-sister from some whore. You guys have saved the world numerous times and I was just there. It’s for the best… it’s for the best if none of you decide who dies.”

“Y/N…” Sam trailed off, he eyes pleading.

Y/N let out a sob. “Thank you for letting me be your half-sister. For once… I won’t be a failure…”

She raised the gun to her temple, squeezing her eyes shut as tears trailed down her cheeks. She could hear Dean and Sam running, begging for her to stop. Her finger rested on the trigger. Maybe Chuck would let her into heaven? She took and deep breath-

Y/N heard a sharp gasp and shortly the gun was smacked out of her hands and a pair of strong arms wrapped around her body. Y/N opened her eyes. She saw Billie dead on the ground and Castiel hugging her as her brothers were crying with relief that their sister was alive.

“Cas…?” Y/N gasped, the man not meeting her gaze.

“What the hell were you thinking.” The gruff voice stated.

Y/N cried out, sobbing into the angel’s chest.

She really was a failure, huh?

Gods and Monsters Chapter Three: You and Me- Dean x Reader


Gods and Monsters Chapter Three: You and Me
Words: 5.300
Summary: You were innocent in every way. So completely in love with Dean Winchester that you were saving your virginity in hopes he might come to see you more than just a kid. Dean has been fighting his feelings for you for years and finally comes to terms that he may no longer be able to fight them even in face of the darkest time of his life. The Mark of Cain.
Pairings: Dean x Virgin!Reader. Dean x Reader, Demon! Dean x Reader
Warnings: Some Violence. Creepy Child Alert. Future Warnings: Virgin!Reader, Smut (Oral, Fingering, Kinky Sex), Graphic Violence, Angst

AN: Just wanted to say thank you guys so much for the support.  I love this story so much! Please if you can leave me some feedback so I know you love it too! Tags are currently OPEN for this series.  Please send me an ask.  Thank you, Cam ( @dragonchica) for looking over this trash pile.  You are the best! 

When you talk it’s like a movie and you’re making me crazy,
‘Cause life imitates art.
If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?
You tell me life isn’t that hard. 
Gods and Monsters- Lana Del Ray

“Happy birthday Little Bird.”  Dean chirped as he took another shot.  You snorted a thank you as he scratched the top of his head.  

Somehow Dean had convinced you to go to the bar with him.  He had insisted on it after the stroke of midnight to get a few shots for your birthday.  You had agreed very reluctantly and had to fight him off once actually inside to keep him from pouring the tequila down your throat. Now he sat across from you with a big boozy grin on his face.  You could only stare at him with puzzlement as his eyes locked with yours.

“Did I ever tell you that you grew up to be a really pretty girl, Birdy?”  Dean slurred out as he reached over and pinched your cheek. You hissed at him and pushed his hand away from you.  

“Yes, Dean.  Ten times tonight in fact.”  You said with a chuckle as he patted the top of your head like he used to do when you were a kid.  You rolled your eyes at him and sighed in frustration.  Did he always have to see you as a kid?  Leaning forward, you pressed you to rest your elbows on the table.  Not noticing that this created a push-up effect for your breasts, as they peeked teasingly at Dean.  His eyes gluing to them as his breath suddenly hitched in his throat.  There those things were again.  Looking at him and begging him to touch them.  Groping desperately for the bottle of tequila, he downed the rest of the bottle in half a flash.

“Dean for the love of Christmas would you slow down!”  You scolded as you watched him set the bottle on the table.  Drinking like this night after night couldn’t be good for the man’s liver.

“I would if you’d stop being so sexy..  Who the hell told you to grow up so sexy?”  He blurted out as reached for the second bottle.  You gave him a confused look and turned around to look behind you.   Finding no one, you blinked away the confusion for a few moments before squinting at him.

“Um.  Dean…  Who are you talking to?”  You asked in genuine confusion. Biting your lip as you concentrated on his eyes.  He looked at you with a pained look.  The moment you bit that bottom lip, he felt the urge to bite it too.

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Summary: YN is teamed up with her former best friend, Dean Winchester to do a project. How will things go with between Y/N and her fuck boy partner? Will it be awkward, or will there be that sense of familiarity? 

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Lisa Braden, Bobby Singer, Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (College AU)

Warnings: Language, NSFW, smut, dirty talk, public sex, protected sex

Word Count: 5,530

Request:  Hi!! Do you think you could write me a fic with college!dean x reader where dean is the troublemaker fuqboi and reader is someone who’s really responsible (not really a nerd, she just doesnt like to procrastinate) and they need to complete a project together? Like maybe they’re in the library or computer lab trying to work on it but dean keeps flirting with reader and it ends with smut? Thanks! Xx ~Anonymous 

A/N: I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks @eloginore for editing this for me. As always feedback is always welcomed!

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

“You son of a bitch!”

You immediately looked up from the book you were reading to see whom was yelling. It was no surprise that you saw Lisa Braeden, standing in front of Dean Winchester. She had her hands on her hips, as he leaned back in his chair, watching her.

“What was it you were telling me last night? Oh yeah, ‘I’m sorry, babe, I’m helping Sam with a project,’ and Cassie Robinson tells me you took her to the movies last night!”

“Yeah I did.”

“So you admit you’re cheating on me?!”

“Cheating?” he laughed, tilting his head back, as he sat up straight in his chair. “Lisa, we’re not even dating. How is that considered cheating?”

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