I’m so pissed. Spn makers, tf kind of plot twist was that?
But the look Sammy has on his face. Lucifer won’t be gone that easily 😒

♫ Can't Pin Me Down- Marina and the Diamonds// Dean Winchester x Reader

Request:  Can I request a Dean Winchester x reader where the reader has an oxygen tank?  maybe the reader gets roped into a bad case that dean and Sam are on?

A/N: Not gonna lie, this was really fun to write, I hope you like it! Italics= flashback

A blinding pain shot through her body as she fell onto the floor, a thunder booming through her head before her eyes fluttered shut, Dean’s voice echoing through her mind as she drifted into a darkness.

“She should be okay. Her lung has been punctured by the impact, and a few ribs are fractured, but with enough rest and proper care, she should make a full recovery within six weeks.”, a muffled voice broke through the barriers her mind had unknowingly put up through the unnumbered days she’d spent asleep.

“Thank you, doctor”, the familiarity of Sam’s voice spread a feeling of safety through her body. She tried to open her eyes and failed, her eyelids weighed down by a nonexistent force. She felt an unfamiliar touch on her hand, desperately trying to break free from the binds that kept her immobile, vulnerable, weak. She hated feeling weak.

“Come on, Y/N”, the soft raspy tone of Dean’s voice seemed to lighten the dark forced upon her by her closed eyelids, “Don’t leave me. You’re my girl.”

She wanted to smile, trying to muster up the strength to show the warmth and happiness she felt inside on her unknowingly pale, still face.

She felt her hand being lifted to his stubbled face and his soft lips pressed against her knuckles and a teardrop slid down the back of her palm, as she lied down, motionless and captured by her own body and mind.

“Dean, you’re going to get us both killed”, Sam stated, surprisingly calm, holding onto the dashboard of Dean’s car as he sped towards the hospital.

“She’s awake. It’s been 2 months and she’s awake.”, the determination was clear in his voice as he ran a red light, ignoring the honks roaring around them.

“Real evil shapeshifter, help would be appreciated”, he typed the text fast, moving out from behind a pillar, met by his brother’s face, a flash of  passing headlights exposing the flare in his eyes.

“Nice try”, Dean said, reaching for his silver knife, his hand intercepted by the imposter.

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A/N: I’m not too proud of this but I love this song and thought it was perfect for an angst fic with Dean. If someone else writes something revolving around this song please tag me! I’d love to read it. Please give feedback and please give suggestions or ask for a ship or aesthetic. IM SO SORRY I HAVENT POSTED IN LIKE FOREVER.

Summary: Based on the song “Nicotine” by Panic! at The Disco. Dean is in love with the reader, but their relationship is solely hookups and hunting partners. Will he tell her? What will happen if he does?

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: Angst. Deans insecurities. Like in the song he compares her to a drug (idk if that’s something that needs to be warned about.)
He hadn’t planned this. He hadn’t planned to fall in love with her. He thought he had better control over his emotions than this. But here he was, driving miles to see her. He thought he wouldn’t fall in love. That their relationship would stay hookups and occasional hunting partners; what’s worse is he didn’t want to have control of his emotions if that was how it would stay.

Sometimes he would drink until he forgot her. Until he was numb and didn’t think of her. Until he stopped worrying about how her being a hunter and a friend of his could get her killed. How she might not feel the same way.

When he arrived at the rundown hotel room she was staying at she smiled at him. Her smile made everything worth it. If hunting had led him to meeting her, he thought all the pain might be worth it.

He kissed her. Kissing someone had never felt as amazing as kissing her, tasting her lips and holding her close. He knew he wouldn’t ever be able to stop this, ever be able to quit her.

He thought to himself that this is what drug addicts might think like. She was his drug. He wanted to ask himself if this was healthy. Then he remembered he was a hunter, nothing about his life was healthy or normal. She was one of the few good things. She made him feel normal, like a normal guy with a crush on an awesome girl.

He was so terrified she’d die someday. That he’d have to give her a hunters funeral, that he’d have to burn her body. He tried to push this from his brain as he continued kissing her. He then though of her finding someone else. Someone better. She could quit hunting, find a husband, be successful. She was smart, she could do it. She could do it and he would never see her again. That was when he decided it. It was better to leave then be replaced. It would be better for the both of them.

He wasn’t good enough for her. He wasn’t good enough for her kiss. He broke away. But maybe if she thought he was good enough he could convince himself of that too.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” He asked. She looked confused but nodded. Her hair was a mess and her lips were swollen from kissing. “What am I to you?”

She looked taken aback by his question. “Uh you’re my friend. One of my best friends who I kiss and stuff. So I guess you’re like my friend with benefits.”

He wished he felt numb. She didn’t feel the same way. She never would. He smiled, but it was painful. She was like his drug, she felt amazing to have but this couldn’t end well. So he kissed her, deciding that spending the night with her in his arms would be his last hit.

When she fell asleep he left. He would avoid communication with her. He wouldn’t call or text her and if they worked a case together they wouldn’t kiss or flirt or anything. He didn’t want to. He needed her, needed her love. He left though and his chest hurt. Like it had actually broken. He decided that she was worse than any drug. He knew this wouldn’t be the last time no matter what he did, but he wouldn’t admit that. He loved her too much for it to be the last time. She was worse than any drug, but she was the most amazing thing in the world to him.

11. Imagine being Winchester’s friend and trying to make Destiel real

Originally posted by demondetoxmanual

“Dean. Please. Stop being a jackass and…”

“No Y/N! You should stop. Cas is my friend. And you’re being ridiculous for too long with this stupid assumptions” Dean turned around so you couldn’t see that he’s blushing

“Sure. But you know what? Everyone can see this fucking tension between you two. And I mean EVERYONE. Even Crowley asked me if you’re together or not. Freckin’ Crowley man! It’ll be easier for all of us if you just admit it” 

“Ok. Fine. I like him. A lot. And I can’t stand the fact that we will never have an opportunity to live a normal life together” 

“Dean?” deep voice fulfilled the room

“Cas?” Dean turned around. He saw Castiel staring at him as all his dreams finally came true

“Never say never” you blinked at Dean as you were walking out of the room

Originally posted by constiellation

*not my gifs*

I’m uploading this because I spent so many hours on it, but I poured my heart and soul into this and absolutely hate it. It’s a humbling experience. Excuse the inconsistent quality. I lost my references and tried to finish it off anyway. And then beyond that I just couldn’t look at this thing anymore. Sorry Dean.