Sunny Disposition

Summary: Dean has a hard time believing that the reader is a hunter because of her sunny disposition.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,597


“What would you like to order, handsome?”

“Two slices of your finest pie, sweetheart. One apple and one cherry.” Dean requests with a lick of his lips, handing over his menu to the voluptuous waitress.

“Between you and me…I won’t tell if you make the pieces a little bigger than usual.”

“It will be our little secret.” She promises with a wink, before slinking away with a swivel in her hips.

“I don’t want pie.” Sam interrupts, making Dean unwillingly tear his eyes away from the waitress’s plump ass.

“It’s for Garth. The last time we worked together, he tried stealing a bite of my pie and I nearly shot him. The dork is getting his own this time.” Dean declares with a huff, his grumpiness getting worse by the second.

“I see.” Sam awkwardly shifts in his seat and it makes Dean squint his eyes suspiciously.

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A Lazy Day

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Summary: The reader has plans with Dean but when they get cancelled, the day doesn’t turn out as expected…

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: none, just cute fluff

A/N: Written for @ilostmyshoe-79 ‘s Sweet Emotions Challenge. My prompt was “Affection”…

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Dean x Reader

Summary: Dean discovers what being truly content feels like.

Warnings: None, major fluffies.

For @ilostmyshoe-79‘s Sweet Emotions Challenge! I had the prompt “content”. I had a blast writing this! Hope you all enjoy.

Originally posted by blogfandomimaginesstuff

Dean never thought he’d get to live a happy life.

After watching Sam, his mother, Cas, and his father (hell, even himself) die countless times, he was sure life had a personal vendetta against him. After all, his father always said a hunter’s life wasn’t pretty nor good (”and the sooner you understand that the better.”)

And, Dean had believed that for the the longest time, ignoring his desire to fight for a happy life.

That is, until he met you. As cheesy as it sounds, you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, even though you were covered head to toe in monster guts at the time.

You had taught him many things about living life. He learned how to smile, despite the hardships he was facing at the time. He learned how to cry when things became too much. He learned how to love somebody with all of his being.

But, most importantly, he learned how to be genuinely happy for the first time.

Dean had thought the happiest day of his life was when he got the courage to get on one knee and ask for you to be his eternally. 

But, the day your little girl was born was by far the best, happiest day. Dean doesn’t often cry, but when he held his baby girl in his arms for the first time, he sobbed for the first time in months. 

Soft, gentle rays of light flow through the bedroom window. The quiet chirping of birds fill his ears as he begins to awaken. He gently blinks the sleep away from his exquisite green eyes as his vision begins to focus on the cream wall of his bedroom. 

The annoyingly bright red lights of his alarm clock say that it is 6:00 AM, meaning he should probably get up and make the morning coffee.

But, something catches his eye before he can pad into the kitchen. Softly snoring with your mouth slightly open, you lay resting in a peaceful sleep. Dean admires how the soft morning light glows on your beautiful face, highlighting every curve edge.

Resting himself on his arm, he leans over you to brush some hair out of your face, causing you to shift slightly before stilling.

You’re just so damn perfect, he thinks as he continues to watch you rest. He slightly chuckles when he imagines your reaction if he told you that (”I’m far from that, Deano. Try again.”) But, through his eyes, you’re a perfect hunter, a perfect partner and wife, and a perfect mother.

He can’t resist placing his hand on your chest gently, feeling your heart beating gently. You’re so perfect that he fears this is just a cruel allusion; a fake being who isn’t real. But, as your heart steadily beats along his fingers, he’s reassured you’re absolutely real and his own.

Dean could stay here for hours, he decides, and he would without a doubt if he could. But, he hears your little girl softly coo, signaling her wake.

Slowly getting out of bed to avoid waking you, he leaves the warm sheets and reaches over the crib to pick up his daughter.

She looks more like you, Dean thinks. She has your shining locks of hair and the exact same smile. But her eyes are bright green, just like his.

As he rocks her gently, her small hands clamp around his calloused finger and tears immediately fill his eyes.

He shares glances with both your sleeping form and his cooing daughter before he comes to the conclusion that he finally found what true happiness is.

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Happy accidents

This is written for Kim AKA @ilostmyshoe-79 and her sweet emotions challenge for hitting 27k followers  (woo!) I picked ‘coping’. Not 100% certain if this works but hopefully you all enjoy it anyway :)

Word count: 837

Characters: Jensen x Reader, Jared and Gen

Warnings: mentions of injury to reader

A/N: this is a work of fiction and in no way is hatred towards the Ackles! They’re awesome! Just pretend Danneel is happily loved up with another hunky man for this

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Sweet Emotions Challenge

I just hit 27,000 followers! That’s such a crazy number, and I have a lot of feelings and emotions about it. Sooooo…let’s have a challenge, shall we?

Everyone who signs up will be given an emotion, and that emotion will be the foundation of a fic! I’m so excited to read what you guys come up with!


1. Send me an ASK (not a comment or a private message- I will not answer those) that tells me your first and second choice prompt and what pairing you will be writing for. I prefer ships (any and all ships, write your fave pairings), but will accept reader inserts. All characters welcome, but they must be from Supernatural.

2. Use that prompt to write a fic. Plot is all yours- all genres/tropes/AUs welcome, just make sure to tag accordingly.

3. Post your fic by Friday, September 15th- a month and a half from now! Make sure to tag #sweetemotionschallenge  and to tag me! If I haven’t “liked” the fic within 48 hours, Tumblr ate the notification. Just shoot me a link :)

4. Once the challenge is over, I’ll create a master list!

If that sounds like fun to you, prompts are below the cut!

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Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 1,326

Warnings: a ton of angst. It may not seem like it at first but it’s there, talk of being soulless 

Summary: You used to be so full of love and life but now you’re just empty. Why?

Author’s Note: This is for @ilostmyshoe-79‘s Sweet Emotion’s Challenge. I got the spot for empty and I did incorporate other emotions as well. I hope you like it!

If you want to be tagged, leave an ask or message and I’ll add you! Same goes for my Series Rewrite! If you want to request a fic, please send them in! I love writing what you guys want!

Feedback is always appreciated

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Originally posted by lipstick-mother-fucker

There was a time you used to be so full of love. There was a time you used to love everything that you came into contact with. You had a big heart, always compassionate with the less fortunate and the weak, you did everything you possibly could to help them.

You tried doing everything you could to put a smile on someone’s face. Your neighbors loved you, the kids on the blocked always asked you to babysit them and the parents always trusted you. That’s honestly all you wanted out of life.

You didn’t care about money, materialistic things, and everything related to those things. Love, friendship and trust were the things money couldn’t buy and it was the most important things in life. You loved having good relationships with people.

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I am so so sorry that this is so utterly late. I have no excuse other than being very busy and very tired. I hope you like this anyway <3

For @ilostmyshoe-79‘s Sweet Emotions Challenge. My prompt was “serenity”.

“Hey,” Sam nudges him right as he’s drifting off, “Don’t fall asleep. We’ve still got a lot to go through.”

Dean shakes himself out of his slumber, exhaustion a lingering fog in his brain. He groans, “Shit, my eyes hurt.”

Sam chuckles and drops onto the couch next to him. “Here.” He hands over the perspirating beer bottle he’s holding in his left hand.

Dean grabs for it on autopilot. “Thanks.” He takes a sip. “Maybe I should get something with caffeine.”

“Already put a pot on,” Sam says while he’s hauling books from the table and piling them onto his lap.

Dean hums, watching him. “You take such good care of me.”

Sam shoots him a look that’s half-amused, half-exasperated, and fully tired. The pair of glasses on his nose is slightly askew and he pushes them up to rub his eyes, then positions them correctly. It wasn’t until recently that he had to get prescription lenses. Dean is sure that all that nightly research on his computer is at least partly to blame for it.

“Right.” He sighs, stretches. “What are we looking at?”

Sam makes an impatient grunting noise. “What we’ve been looking at. So far we haven’t gotten anywhere.”

“Right,” Dean says again and slumps down into the cushions. God, he’s tired. It’s almost midnight and the last night only held about three hours of sleep for him. Probably even less for Sam.

Dean had never had problems sleeping. Exhausting himself on the job, working until late into the night, and getting up early usually takes care of that. The little sleep he does get he tends to make full use of.

But insomnia has been plaguing both of them for some time now. Dean doesn’t know what it is. It could be the beginning of summer, humid and full of mosquitoes, that’s keeping them awake.

Often times, Dean finds himself outside of their cabin, standing on the porch with his hands in his pockets and taking in the night sky that has never been clearer than out here in the middle of nowhere. He listens to the crickets in the grass and the rolling of thunder in the distance that’s one of the more common occurrences for the seasons of spring and summer in these parts.

He has never minded thunderstorms, always kind of liked them in fact. They’ve got a purifying quality to them. When the noise stops and the air clears afterwards, it feels like a whole new world.

“Where are you right now?” Sam asks into the quiet.

Dean looks over at him, takes in the lines around his eyes and the halo-like shine of moonlight in his hair. “Let’s leave it for now. Let’s go outside.”

Sam regards him for a moment, possibly deciding whether he should argue, should point out that the case takes precedence, but his exhaustion is too obvious and his resignation inevitable. He closes his book and pushes up from the couch with a groan of effort.

“Grandpa,” Dean chides, then bites back his own moan of discomfort when his knees straighten. Sam raises a silent but judgemental eyebrow at him.

The air has cooled from the day but it still feels vaguely like breathing syrup. Flies are buzzing in the dim shine of the porch lamp. Dean deposits his beer on the barrister, leans back against the pillar that’s holding up the roof, and watches the insects circling.

“You know,” he begins to get his brother’s attention, “I’m glad we came out here. I like it here.”

Sam says softly, “I know you do.” Then he adds, “Bunker gets stuffy after a while.”

They both know it doesn’t, they’ve got amazing air circulation, but it feels like it regardless. Dean gives him a smile. “Yeah.”

Sam is hovering in the door frame and Dean is about to tell him to sit his ass down when Sam says, “I’ll be right back.”

Dean sighs, turns back around to the dark sky, and sips his beer. There are no crickets tonight, it’s almost eerily silent and he wonders why that is. It’s got an apprehensive feeling to it, prickling at the back of his neck, as if something’s coming nature already knows about but he doesn’t.

Sam’s feet fall heavy behind him and when he turns around Sam holds out a blanket to him.

“‘m not cold,” Dean says, “It’s still way too warm.”

“It’ll cool down,” Sam returns simply and curls another blanket around his own shoulders before he sinks into one of the porch chairs. He’s brought a book with him, one he was slugging through earlier, and he puts it down on his knees.

“Thought we’d agreed to stop working for the night.”

Sam gives him a wry smile. “Do we ever stop working? Sit down.”

It’s a gentle request but one that doesn’t leave room for argument and Dean grins as he follows his brother’s example, plopping himself down onto a wooden chair. “What is it?” he asks because Sam’s still got that look in his eyes.

He holds out the book to Dean. “Read to me.”


“Read to me.”

Dean’s forehead furrows. “Why? It’s boring.”

That makes Sam laugh. His mouth stretches until the whites of his teeth show, stark against the backdrop of the night. Sam has always been utterly stunning when he laughed.

He’s still got his arm outstretched, waiting for Dean to take the book, and finally Dean does. He opens it up to the page Sam has marked and focuses his eyes on the first paragraph. The light from the lamp shines right over his shoulder and it isn’t too hard to make out the writing, although it does swim a little before his eyes.

He watches Sam more than the page while he reads, which causes him to stop and stumble more than occasionally but Sam doesn’t say anything. He switches between staring at the sky and at Dean and Dean can’t decide which time he looks fonder.

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New Wincest Fic: Bucket List

Written for @ilostmyshoe-79​‘s Sweet Emotions Challenge

Prompt: Boisterous

Pairing: Wincest

Rating: T

Summary: Dean’s working through his bucket list, and Sam hates it

On A03

There’s 73 days left until Sam’s world ends.

73 days to salvage something from the clusterfuck of Dean’s deal, before hellhounds drag his brother down below.

73 days until Dean dies, and Dean is the life of the party.

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Square Filled: Felching

Ship: Meg x Crowley

Warnings: Felching, anal sex, dubcon (like preeeetttty dubious considering this is set during the year that Crowley was torturing Meg and that’s kind of what this fic is centered around so fair warning), toxic af

Summary: Meg’s pride takes a hit when Crowley comes up with a new form of torture.

Word Count: less than 800 words, what even am I doing???

Written for:

@spnkinkbingo with the prompt for felching and @ilostmyshoe-79 Kim’s Sweet Emotions Challenge with the prompt Humiliation for the ship Meg and Crowley. Kim, this is late and I’m trash, so sorry!!

Also @jack-of-all-arts requested more Crowley with BDSM/Violence themes which this falls into quite nicely.

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a/n: For @ilostmyshoe-79 ‘s Sweet Emotions Challenge: Remorse. MCD.

When he comes to—and he will—Cas won’t remember what drove him mad in the first place.

He’ll remember the before. He’ll remember millennia of fighting in Heaven’s name, of fighting his nature for Heaven’s sake, of doing his best to comply. He’ll remember rebelling. He’ll remember doing it for humanity. For the Winchesters. For eyes green like Earth is when Cas flies high above it.

He’ll remember how every good came with a bad. How even when he was happiest, when he was home, it was never without burden. Never without aches felt in bones that weren’t really his. He’ll remember the sad smile of a man who’d been given too much to bear. He’ll remember freckles, more than he could ever count, like scattered seashells on a bed of golden sand. When he comes to, he’ll remember those first. He’d spent hours kissing them.

Then, he’ll remember the after. He’ll remember overwhelming power thumping in veins that can barely contain it. He’ll remember trying to control it, a valiant effort that only delayed what had become the inevitable. He’ll remember murdering… everyone. Slaying legions of demons, annihilating armies of angels. He’ll remember gates shutting, Heaven and Hell sealing themselves off, afraid. Afraid of him.

He’ll remember turning on Man, next. He’ll remember wrecking cities, and snapping skyscrapers into halves as easily as thick branches against his knee. He’ll remember how he split the Earth to sink entire countries. How he set acres ablaze. How he raised the seas to extinguish flames, only to be displeased with how much it resembled leniency.

He’ll remember the screams, the havoc, the collapse of society. He’ll remember cries buzzing in his head, around him, at him. Oceans of begging drowned by a singular prayer.

Cas, c’mon, man. You can beat this. Come back. We can beat this.

He’ll remember the steady tone, heavy with unwavering faith, and he’ll remember not caring. He’ll remember getting annoyed as it persisted. He’ll remember finding the man, and snuffing his voice, ending his life on the same beat. He’ll remember not caring about that either, leaving him, body still warm, still beautiful in a sick sort of way, crumpled by a black car Cas had used as a weapon, blood dripping from its bumper how it might off a blade’s edge. By then, Cas will know all about the edge.

It’ll be years later that Cas will come to, that whatever evil inside him finally ebbs away. There won’t be many people left in the world, and those who’ll have survived will spend their time regretting it, huddled around flickering campfires that do little to stave off the cold. They’ll live off of hunting, the traditional kind, but it won’t sustain them long; livestock will be scarce. The Earth will be all stone and scorched fields, no greens left to pluck even the smallest berry from. There’ll be no soil fit for planting, nothing will grow. Not anywhere. Not anymore. Cas will have left no room for creation, for new life.

He’ll climb a mountain to look at what will have become of the world, what he’ll have made of it. It’ll be a wasteland, and Cas will feel just as empty. Just as hollow. Nothingness, weighty and growing, taking up the space inside him where his heart once was, his grace, his soul, his hope. His will.

It’ll crush him, unyieldingly press down on his chest until ribs crack. Until breathing burns his throat, and sets fire to his lungs. He won’t deserve air. He won’t deserve anything. He decimated the earth he swore to protect. Massacred the people Dean had died for, again and again.

That’s the cruelest irony. Cas will be the one to undo all of Dean’s work. Every single one of Dean’s sacrifices, every life saved, it will all have been for nothing.

He’ll try not to think of Dean. Of how gone he is. Because of Cas. He’ll always be alone and lonely on top of his mountain, looking over his creation.

Even his Fall did not bring him so low.

Cas will survive, long after the last human is gone, beyond when the sun dies, Cas will be around. Death would be a mercy, and there will be no absolution for him. Not for this.

But that has yet to come. Now, he sits in the library, in the chair the Winchesters accept as his, and he sips hot chocolate. He peeks over the top of his book at the beautiful man who is also his.

Castiel doesn’t have a clue.



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Square Filled: Shibari (which is gorgeous, just look it up on google if you haven´t seen it before - warning, it’s nsfw)

Ship: Gabriel/Kali

Rating: Mature

Tags: Alpha!Gabriel, Omega!Kali, shibari (bondage), smut, kind of slow burn (as slow as it can be with less than 500 words)

Summary: They’re gods, after all

Word Count: around 475

Written/Created for @spnabobingo, for @ilostmyshoe-79 Sweet Emotions Challenge with the word “Composed” and for @winsister91 100 Followers Trickster Challenge.

Tagging @d-s-winchester @kittenofdoomage @purgatoan @whydoyouwantmetosaymyname @boho-chic-123

Beta’d by the lovely @lauraalla

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Originally posted by thjslove

He’s composed.

He’s all serious face and steady hands while he traces the rope, ties knots of white over her tanned body, beautiful patterns tying her limbs together.

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One week left in my challenge!

This is a reminder that fics are due next Friday, September 15th for my Sweet Emotions Challenge! If you need an extension or need to drop out, just let me know, no worries!

Below the cut are the people I don’t have a fic from yet. I’m certain I missed people, so if you posted it and Tumblr ate the tag or I slept through it, just shoot me a link, please (and sorry!)!

Can’t wait to read the rest! And can’t wait to share the masterlist with everyone!

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Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader

Word Count: 1,824

Warnings: Suuuuper angsty. Death, sadness and hate :( 

A/n: This is for @ilostmyshoe-79 ‘s sweet Emotions Challenge! The emotion I wrote for is hate and hopefully I did it justice! Thank you so much for the opportunity to participate (:

It happened after we opened Lucifer’s cage. Dean had gone and tried to lock the fallen angel in on his own, but of course Bobby, Cas, and I followed closely behind. I’ll admit it, I didn’t want to go. It was hard enough to get out of bed in the morning, let alone to try and lock the devil in a cage. Every part of my body screamed for me to turn around. To get back in my car and drive all the way across the country. To hide because I couldn’t see Sam, not with that monster inside of him. Not the monster that killed Gabriel.

But, there I was. Adam and Sam, well, rather Michael and Lucifer, stood face to face. Bobby, Cas, and I arrived and immediately prepared for a battle. Unsure of how things would go down, each of us expected the worst. And boy did we get the worst.

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Pure Not Pitiful

Pairing: Dean x Castiel

Word Count: 933

Prompt: Pity

Tags: College AU, Pre-Slash, Mentions of Cas/Bartholomew, Hurt Cas, Protective Dean, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

Summary: Cas is really excited about his date with Bart, but Dean isn’t so happy about it. It turns out that he has reason not to be.  

A/N: Written for @ilostmyshoe-79′s sweet emotions challenge! Thank you to my dearest @mrsgabrieltrickster for betaing x

Originally posted by jordanwinchesterimagines

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