Mama, I’m Coming Home

Characters:  Dean x Reader, Sam, Reader’s parents

Summary/Prompt:  This fic was based on my first request:  “Can you do a Dean X Reader where you go to your parents house with Dean for the first time and smut?”

Word Count:  5647, sorry, this one really got away from me.

Warnings:  Lengthy (sorry), quite a bit of plot, but smut, lots of smut eventually

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

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Tags:  @alexstarnes1701 @spnfanficpond  I’m a guppy in the pond.  Also tagging some of my favorite authors/big fish, in hopes that you might take a look, hope that’s okay.  @manawhaat @abaddonwithyall @blushingsamgirl @littlegreenplasticsoldier @jensennjared @fvckinpayno

I’d really love some feedback.  If you enjoy this fic or have suggestions/constructive criticisms, please let me know. I’ve done few fics, but I’m doubting myself,  so I could use some encouragement.

I’m also thinking this might continue as a series, so let me know if you’d like that.

You sat in the passenger seat of the Impala, the sun warm on your face, Dean’s fingers interlaced with yours, rubbing small circles on your skin with his thumb, as you rumbled down the road.

You were heading home, to the place where you had grown up. You felt nervous, but mostly thrilled for your parents to meet your boyfriend Dean, and his brother Sam.

You had met the Winchesters about a year ago. You were investigating a vengeful spirit in a small fishing village on the East Coast. The handsome hunters were tracking the spirit.  

Your life changed forever that day, you learned that monsters were very real that day.

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Catching Dean watching you sing and him getting flustered when he’s caught

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Show: Supernatural

Warnings: None

Full Imagine: Imagine catching Dean watching you sing in your room while you work and him getting flustered when he’s caught

You pressed your pencil to your lips, giving your paper a hard glare. Your hatred for research was different than the interest Sam and Dean had for it. Why did this case have to involve something you guys had never hunted before? Why couldn’t it be just a simple salt and burn? Sighing in frustration, you flipped the radio on and ignored the commercials as you tried to find the facts you needed.

All alone she was living

In a world without an end or beginning

As soon as you heard the first lines of the song, joy and recognition flowed through you and you immediately joined in. “Baby girl was living life for the feeling”.

You shifted in your desk chair and started to lightly tap on the desk with your pencil to the slow beat. The lyrics flowed through your lips like honey; you knew this by heart. You turned the radio up a notch and felt a peace only music brought you.

But I don’t mind, I don’t mind”.

What you didn’t know was that your melodious voice captured the attention of Dean, who was currently reading up on a not-so-interesting article on Sam’s laptop in the other room. He glanced up at the sound, wondering why you kept your radio so loud. 

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Angels Can’t Die part 5

Words: 1124
Warning: None I think
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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Originally posted by pagingdoctorsaxxy

Sam wrapped his arms around you. You pressed your face against his chest, and you could feel his heart beating fast. “It’s going to be ok. We’ll figure something out…” Sam whispered, petting you on your back. You squeezed your eyes shut and hugged Sam hard. You sat there for half a minute before you broke the hug and wiped away your tears. “That’s why you asked me what it’s like?” You looked at Sam and nodded. Your eyes hurt and your head felt heavy.

You opened your laptop and sat in silence with Sam doing some research for the case you were working on. “Where’s Dean?” You asked, looking up at Sam. “He went out, talking something about this being a special day or something. He took the keys to the car so I think he will be home soon.” Sam answered. You furrowed your brows and thought hard about what day it could be. You glanced down at the date. “Shit.” You breathed and stood up from the chair. “Shit!” You yelled shutting the computer and dragged a hand through your hair.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked with a worried look. “Today marks our 3 years’ anniversary…” You whispered and leaned your head against the wall next to the door. “I’ve been so caught up with the fact that I’m going to hell tomorrow that I forgot!” You rubbed a hand over your face. Sam had shut his laptop and was now staring at you. “What am I going to do?” You asked, panic filling your voice.

“y/n? Where are you?” Dean’s voice echoed through the hallway. You furrowed your brows and shut your eyes. Sam stood up and you took a deep breath. You walked out the door, and faced the direction Dean’s voice came from. He was standing on one knee with a small black box in his hand and a nervous smile on his face. Tears started to form in your eyes as you walked slowly towards him. “I know that this is not the way you’re supposed to do it, but as you know, I’m not really good at things like this. And I’ve never said this to you before, at least not out loud… I love you, y/n, and I want to spend the rest of my miserable life with you because when you’re in it everything seems easier and… And I feel loved…!” You were sobbing now, sitting down in front of Dean. He was still standing on one knee. Dean opened the little box and a beautiful silver ring with engravings was sitting in the middle. “y/n, will you marry me?” Dean asked.

“Dean….” You put your hand over your mouth and looked at him. The smile that was on his face disappeared the second his name rolled off your lips. He looked down at the floor and was about to close the little box. “I love it. Yes.” You whispered. A huge smile cracked up in Dean’s face. He took the ring out of the box and placed it on your finger, before lifting you up in a bear hug. “I love you so, so, so much y/n.” He whispered. You hugged him tight and looked up. Sam was standing by the door to the library with tears in his eyes and smiled. “I love you too, Dean. Forever.” Dean let you down and locked his lips in yours. He wiped away a single tear that was running down your cheek. “Where’s your ring?” You asked to get the focus on something else. Dean fished a ring out of his pocket and gave it to you. It was the same as the one you got. You took his hand and placed the ring on his finger. Dean looked happier than you had ever seen him before. He turned and looked at his younger brother. “Well, who would’ve thought you were the first one to get engaged…” Sam said and walked over to his brother, giving him a big hug.

An expression of pain washed over Dean’s face as Sam said this. “Yeah, it’s crazy right?” Dean said. The three of you walked into the kitchen. There was a bottle of champagne standing on the counter. Three glasses were standing next to the bottle. “Wow, that looks expensive.” You commented as Dean poured the fuzzy drink into the glasses. “We need to celebrate, right?” He said and winked at you. The ring looked like it was made especially for Dean’s hand. You looked down at your own and noticed that it wasn’t regular engravings. “What does these engravings do?” You asked and took one of the glasses from the counter. “It’s for protection. Nothing is going to hurt you as long as you’re wearing it.” You smiled. “Nothing?” “Not even the flames from the deepest of hell could hurt you.” Dean assured you and kissed your cheek.

“Celebrating something?” You spun around. “What are you doing here Crowley?” Dean asked angry. “I’m here to collect my payment.” Crowley continued, looking at you. “What are you talking about?” Dean placed his glass at the counter and took a step closer to Crowley. “Wh-No” You said and shook your head. “Sam’s not going anywhere” Dean growled and got the small bottle that was standing by the bottle of champagne. He flung the content at Crowley. Crowley covered his face and groaned in pain. Dean grabbed your arm and the car keys before running out the bunker with Sam right behind you.

You got into the car, and for the first time you were sitting in the backseat. You slammed the door shut. The car started with a growl and you were soon backing up on the road. “You know he could just zap himself here, he knows where we are.” You said and leaned forward over the seat. “Not while I am here.” A deep voice sounded next to you. You screamed and hit the man that was sitting next to you. Dean almost drove off the road. “Wow, y/n, you need to learn not to scream that loud!” Dean said, shaking his head. “You almost made me deaf” You were still looking at the man in the back seat. “Sorry, but there is a man sitting in the backseat and I swear he wasn’t here a second ago!” You yelled at Dean. “Who are you? What are you? Are you a demon?!”

The man looked at you with a faint smile on his face. Or so you thought. “My name is Castiel, and I’m an angel.” You looked shocked at Sam. “Are you serious? Angels exist?” Sam nodded. “Yeah, and once he’s in your life you will never get rid of him.” Dean said with a chuckle.

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anonymous asked:

This is why I hate destiel shippers, I can't go into the dean winchester or jensen ackles tag without you vile people infecting those tags with destiel crap. WHEN ARE YOU PEOPLE GOING TO REALIZE THAT ACCORDING TO YOUR SHIPPERS' CENSUS LESS THAN 1% OF SPN FANS SHIP DESTIEL AND THIS IS WHY 99% HATE YOU

i really dont know what you’re getting angry about. im just shipping what i want to ship without hurting or offending anybody. hate isn’t welcome on my blog, i would appreciate if you would stop being destructive and start accepting everyone in this fandom. its a big fandom, and we dont all have the same opinions about stuff. but we’re a family. please stop hating.