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 trisgrimes

“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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Dean / Protecting Him

You sit on the couch, watching some dumb TV show and munching on a bag of Lays chips. Just as you were about to fall asleep, bright lights flicker outside the window, followed by the low rumbling of a car. The engine turns off, turning off the lights as well.

You feel a burst of energy surge through you because you know Sam and Dean made it back safely from their case. You hop off the couch and run towards the motel door. You unlock the door, throwing it open to see Dean fumbling for his motel key. His eyes lock with yours, and a smile emerges on his face.

He steps forward, wrapping his arm around your lower back and immediately pulling you close to him. “Hey, babe.” he says softly, leaving a light kiss on your cheek.

You wrap your arms around his neck and hug him tightly. “Hey, sweetheart.” you coo back.

Your eyes flicker over to Sam, who is setting down his duffle bag and trying to stay quiet so he doesn’t interrupt you two. You release Dean from your hug and squeeze Sam into another hug. “Heya, Sammy. I’m glad you’re safe.”

You don’t have to look up at Sam to know he’s smiling. His body relaxes, and he hugs you back. “I’m glad you are too, (Y/N).”

“Well, I’m glad to know that (Y/N) cares about my brother’s safety more than mine.” Dean says sarcastically, obviously a little jealous of your affection towards Sam.

“Shut up, Dean,” you laugh. You look up at Sam and say, “Don’t listen to him. He’s just upset that I think you’re the coolest Winchester brother.”

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Alone With You

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: smut, implied drinking, could be classified as implied cheating, sorta angsty

Word Count: 1,055

Anon Requested: Could you write a Dean X reader (smut) for Alone With You by Jake Owen? Thanks!

Prompt: Dean has never know Y/N’s life, but sometimes she shows up at his apartment, and he just can’t tell her no. She always leaves before morning, and every time she leaves Dean swears he’ll never do it again, but he does.

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

It had happened before. It had happened quite a few times before and every time Dean swore it’d be the last. It usually happened when she was a little tipsy; a little freer than usual. Dean could always taste the whiskey on her lips when they kissed for the first time again.

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Little Omega {Alpha!Castiel x Omega!Reader}

Summary: Just… just smut. Alpha/Omega smut. That’s really all my Castiel fics ever turn into 

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Warnings: Smut (duh)

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Dad: *comes into my room*

Me: *looks up from VERY dirty and very entertaining Destiel smut.* “Yeah?”

Dad: “Who can you. Still possibly be texting?”

Me: “I’m not texting any one, I’m reading.

Dad: "Really? All this time?”
Me: “yes”

Dad: “read me a sentence.

Me: *looks down at phone and reads line to herself. ‘The Angel Cried out in pure ecstasy as Dean pushed himself deeper, moaning his love’s name as he did. 'Harder, please Dean, harder,’ Castiel whispered.’



Me: I’m lying, I’m texting my friend, she says hi.

90 Days of Autumn (Part 10)

Title: I Love You (Almost)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,726

Warnings: Swearing, angst, non-descriptive mentions of child death, mentions of hospital equipment, non-descriptive mentions of surgery(cesarean section), fluff, 

Prompt: Sam and Y/N plan to go to a bonfire night together and decide to invite Dean and Josie, who immediately hit it off. Y/N has a rough day at work and Sam is there for her, even though it’s in the wee hours of the morning. Y/N makes a discovery right after their date to the bonfire.

A/N: This switches between the reader’s POV to Sam’s POV, but it should be clearly marked with a separation. 

Master List

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

You had to work the very next day and once Sam was back to working the two of you were back to seeing each other at night for a quick dinner and hangout or on the weekends when your schedules matched up. Lucky for you, you were off this Saturday afternoon and you and Sam made plans to attend a bonfire that night.

You had never been to a bonfire before so when Sam suggested you go, you were more than happy. He mentioned that a few of his old college buddies would be attending, along with his brother and some of Dean’s old college friends. Sam even gave you the okay to invite some friends of your own, as it was meant to be a big party.

You were working all day Friday so you planned to sleep Saturday morning as much as possible and then meet Sam at his house to carpool with him and Dean to the bonfire. You decided you would drive, as there was going to be alcohol there and since neither Sam nor Dean had to work the next day, you figured they might like to engage in some drinking.

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Christmas Vacation After all the test, homework, exams, and boring ass lectures I was glad to be home. I could finally relax and not stress. I’d been home for almost a week now and mom, dad, and Sammy acted like it was completely normal for me to walk around the house in only a t-shirt and boxers. They never asked me to change only to make sure I ate and showered. Sam would often come in and ask what college life is like, I’d tell him it’s fun, full of parties and hot chicks, but also stressful because of the work load from the professors. He’s always get a smile on his face.
I mostly stayed in my room unless I was hungry. I walked down to the kitchen, mom and dad were sitting at the table drinking coffee. “Morning.” I said as I kissed moms cheek. “Afternoon Dean. My boss and her family are coming over so I need you to get dressed tomorrow I have..” her voice began trailing off as I stopped listening. I dug through the fridge looking for left overs. “Yeah mom. I’ll do it.” I said when she stopped talking. “Thank you sweetie.” She kissed my cheek and ruffled my hair. “Yeah yeah.” I mumbled as I walked back to my room.
It was late in the afternoon when I woke up. I threw on the first shirt I seen. I stretched and heard my name being called from downstairs, I sighed and threw open my door. “You know how college kids are when they come home.” I heard mom say jokingly to someone. “Lazy. Yes. After exams I deserve to be.” I said as I made it to the last three steps. There were three extra people in the house, I’m guessing it’s mom’s boss and her family. Moms eyes narrowed at me and she gave me her you’re-in-so-much-trouble stare before her eyes widened. I stood on the steps looking at everyone. No one said anything and I had no idea why. “Hey.” The guy standing next to mine boss said. He had bright blue eyes and dark hair. All eyes turned to him, he just shrugged his shoulders. “There goes six years of planning down the drain.” His parents face went white, I had no clue what was going on till I looked at my shirt. “Oh crap. I’m so sorry.” The words rushed from my mouth, he shrugged. “It’s ok. I planned on telling them for Christmas anyway but I couldn’t resist your shirt.” I felt heat rush to my cheeks. “I’m sorry. I’ll just go to my room now.” I practically ran to my room, I flipped down on my bed and buried my face in my pillow.
I could t believe I was so careless to not pay attention to what mom said and for that I could’ve ruined that kids life, made his parents hate him, made my parents hate me. The tears welled up as I continued to beat myself up. Moments passed when a soft knock on the door stirred me from my thought. “Yeah, come in.” I said as I sat up. “Are you sure it’s ok for me to come in.” The guy from downstairs asked poking his head in. “Yeah.” He walked in and closed the door. “My name’s Cas by the way.” He said standing by my door nervous. “You can sit down anywhere you like Cas.” I said as I watched him walk over and sat by me. “I just wanted to say thanks for helping me tell my parents and that you didn’t ruin my life or anything.” I stared at him in shock, he chuckled and look me dead in the eye. “I could see it on your face when I walked in. And to be honest, that was better than what I had planned.” I smiled a bit and patted his shoulder. “You’re welcome. Must suck trying to think of how to come out to your family. I don’t think I could ever do anything like that. You got balls Cas.” He placed his hand over mine sending a chill through my body. “You can. I’ve seen you at school with other guys.” He got bashful and looked away. “Nothing ever happened with this guys, they’re all just friends.” He nodded his head, I pulled his face up so our eyes met. “Ok… so, then would you be mad if I did something?” He asked looking everywhere but me. “Sure.”
As soon as that last syllable left my mouth his was on mine in a sweet, quick kiss. He pulled back and stood up immediately. “I’m sorry. I should’ve asked first.” I grabbed his hand before he would walk away. “Don’t apologize. Just stay here a little longer.” He smiled at me and sat back down.


Originally posted by paigeinastory

Sam: *gif* I don’t have any experience in sex!

Y/N: Well you should watch that Asian porn that Cas watches…just not in my room

Dean: Or else me and Y/N can show you how *smirks*

Y/N: Haha no.

  • Author: Moi
  • Imagine/Request: Imagine going out on your own because Dean was drunk, and when Cas finds out, he gets angry because Dean was supposed to be able to keep you safe.
  • Word Count:6638
  • Summary: The Mark of Cain still holds its power over Dean and he tries to deal with it in the only ways he knows how. By himself and drunk. You can’t take it anymore and leave but get hurt, only to be found by Castiel. When he takes you back to the bunker, Dean’s waiting for you.
  • Warnings: mentions of alcohol, some violence, feelings (like… a lot), ominous reader background, and it’s really super freaking long (I apologize).
  • AN: I’m really sorry that this is the first story in like two or three weeks but after spring break, instructors were showing no mercy. I’ve written this over the course of about a month and so if some parts don’t line up I apologize. Plus, I don’t feel like editing this so I’m hoping nothing is too horribly written. Oh, and another thing: I titled this Cold because when I was trying to think of the basic outline I wanted for the story, Cold by Five Finger Death Punch popped up on Pandora and it just kind of sounded good. So without further delay, ENJOY!

Cold, wet, and upset. That’s how one could describe you. It wasn’t bad enough that Dean was having a rather bad episode with the Mark tonight and trying to drink away his problems, but it also started raining as you walked to town. You were trying to get to the motel before becoming completely soaked to the bone, but that wasn’t really working. The rain was cutting through your hoodie like a perfectly sharpened knife. You knew that you would need a hot shower when you got the room; or at least as hot as the cheap shower could offer.

You saw headlights coming towards you, down the road and stepped over into the grass, off the road itself. As you stepped into the grass, though, you became aware of the slight decline that lead to a ditch running parallel to the road. Trying to avoid both obstacles, you tried your best to keep your footing on the slick grass. As you saw the headlights creeping closer to you, you adverted your attention to the car and regretted that decision immediately. You felt your feet slide out from under you and your butt hit the ground with a thump, pain immediately radiating from it. However, apparently that wasn’t the end of your pain. You then tumble down the decline straight into the other side of the ditch, colliding with the mushy, grimy, earth.

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You Have Some Explaining To Do

A soulmate fic where you have a counter that tells you when you’ll meet your soulmate, but for some reason your soulmate dies and comes back.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Cussing and pervy dudes. Plus this is really sucky and unedited cause I’m lazy

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74 days 04 hours 45 minutes 06 seconds

The counter on your wrist read. You only had a little over two months until you would meet the one person who was meant for you. Your Soulmate.

As the days ticked by you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen when you finally met him. Would he even like you? You were meant for eachother so he had to like you, right?

You pushed these thoughts out of your head as you got ready for work. During the day you worked at a fancy restaurant and at night you pulled the late shift at the local bar.

“About time Y/N. I’m ready to get outta here,” your coworker mumbled while pushing past you. Time for another long night.

You were only halfway through you shift and already you were dead on your feet. “Another Jimmy?” you asked one of the regulars. Even though you already knew the answer. As you reached under the counter you heard a clink as your glass counter hit a drink glass.

You pulled your hand up to look at the trinket on your wrist, but you sucked in a breath at what you saw. The seconds weren’t ticking by. Time had literally frozen.

The numbers were stuck at 62 days 4 hours 05 minutes 03 seconds. Your counter had stopped.

You gently tapped it, hoping it would start ticking again, but it didn’t. This could only mean one thing. Your soulmate was dead.

Your hand flew up to cover your mouth as a sob racked your body. You couldn’t believe that the one person you’d waited your whole life to meet was dead. The sound of breaking glass could be heard as you stumbled backwards.

One of your coworkers ran up to you to see what had happened. You knew they were trying to talk to you, but you just couldn’t hear them. The only thing you could hear was your own sobs and the sound of your heartbeat.

A few hours later as you laid in bed and thought about what had happened you couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to your soulmate. A million probabilities ran through your head as tears sprang to your eyes once more.

You couldn’t help but feel that maybe you were overreacting. You’d never even met the guy and you were already bawling like a baby over him.

After some cleansing crying you came to the conclusion that you would have to move on, and hopefully you could.

4 months later and you had totally moved on, not. You’d done nothing but work. Going so far as to take on more shifts. You were doing everything in your power to not think about what had happened, and so far it had worked. Sleeping had become a thing of the past. Mainly because of how much you were working.

“Here ya go ma’am,” you said with a smile. The customer nodded at you in thanks before going back to her drink. You continued refilling drinks while occasionally glancing at your wrist. Your counter was covered by your long sleeve which was a good thing. It helped keep your mind off it.

As usual there was always creepy guys who hung out at the bar. This just so happened to be the day that they decided to screw with you. “Here ya go boys, enjoy your drinks,” you stated before starting to walk away.

Suddenly you were pulled back into one of the guys laps. You glared up at him while trying to stand up, but he wouldn’t let you. “I would enjoy it more if you stayed here.” This dude was obviously drunk.

“No thanks dude. Not interested,” you gave him a sickly sweet smile before trying to stand up again, and once again you were held in place. “You don’t get to say no,” the guy practically growled as he tightened his hold on you.

Enough was enough. Your palm flew straight up into the guy’s nose. “Shit!” he shouted while letting go of you. You stumbled out of his hold as he held his bleeding nose.

Crap. You’d gotten blood on your hand. You made your way to the sink in the back before pulling your sleeves up and washing your hands. As you were drying them you glanced down at your counter. The towel fell out of your hands when you saw it.

00days 03 hours 15 minutes 17 seconds

Not only had your counter started working again, but now the time had changed as well. How was this possible? People don’t just come back to life.

Your breathing accelerated as you walked back out into the bar. The creepy men were still sitting in the corner. Once they saw you, the one that you had given a bloody nose shouted, “You’re gonna regret that bitch!”

Over the course of the next 2 and a half hours they sat there glaring and drinking. You tried your best to ignore them and continued on with your job, and even though you managed to ignore them you couldn’t ignore the fact that you were supposed to meet your soulmate in just under an hour.

The creepy men left about 15 minutes before your shift ended and you sighed in relief. As you clocked out you saw that your counter said you only had 8 minutes left. You were practically shaking with anxiety. What if he was a murderer?!

You pushed your thoughts aside as you grabbed your coat and purse. As you left the bar and made your way towards your apartment you got distracted by the seconds ticking away on your counter.

Suddenly you were pulled into the side alley by the bar and thrown against a wall. “What the h-” you started to say but were cut off by a slap to the face. “Fucking bitch. I told you you’d regret being a prude,” the perv from the bar said. You rolled your eyes before quickly bringing your knee up into the guy’s balls. He grunted before bending over.

You then grabbed his face and brought it down to meet your knee. More blood started leaking from his nose as he fell to the ground, holding his balls. His two friends grabbed you and slammed you into the wall once more. You fought to escape their hold, but let’s face it, this fight wasn’t fair.

All of a sudden the two men were pulled off you and sent flying. You looked up to see the two men who had pulled the others off you. In just a few short seconds they had the two creeps on the ground.

Both of them turned to look at you. As they stared you slowly stood up. “Hey. Are you okay?” the taller one asked while the shorter one stared at you.

You chuckled before answering, “Ya. I’m good.” The tall one, who for some reason reminded you of a moose, kept questioning you while the one with green eyes kept staring.

“Okay dude. Do you have a problem or something?” you finally asked. He seemed to snap out of whatever thoughts he was having.

To your surprise he marched up to you and grabbed your wrist. The sandy haired man pulled your arm up and looked at your counter. With everything that had happened you had completely forgotten about meeting your soulmate.

He glanced up to your face before looking back at the tall man and giving him a nod. You suddenly realized that it was him. This man standing in front of you was your soulmate.

“You have some explaining to do,” you mumbled as you stared up at him.

Imagine. . . Being Crowley's Queen

Originally posted by ivy246

Demons practically scrambled out of your way as you walked down the hall,  A content smile on your lips at their cowardice, respect and fear.  “Idiots” you thought idly as you walked into the throne room.

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