Fluffy? @scxrchy - Some fluffy Dean for ya, dear. Little bit of language and a tad bit of angst.
“This is so stupid,” You sighed, looking over at Dean and rolling your eyes. “Why are we here? We need to leave. We weren’t invited.”
“True,” He sighed, “But I’m scanning the room and I’m pretty sure the groom is a demon.”
You shook your head, “I think you’re just bored. Sam is at the bunker having a freakin’ lazy day and I’m stuck here at this stupid wedding with you because you think this guy is a demon. What a lame excuse.”
“You heard me,” You crossed your arms over your chest. “You dragged me here because you’re bored.”
“I’m not bored,” He shook his head and sighed as the couple in front of us turned around and told us to hush it. “I just…” You looked at him expectantly. “I wish we could have this.”
For a moment, you tried to read him. Was he saying he wanted to get married? Or was he saying he just wanted a normal life? Either way, it was impossible and you weren’t big on commitment.
“’We’ meaning you and me? Or the three of us as a whole?”
“You tell me.”
You sighed, “Dean, you know how I feel about marriage. And us having a normal life,” Looking down at your hands, you knew there was a look of disappointment on his face. “It’s just never gonna happen.”
If looks could kill, you had just been stabbed in the chest at least five times. Dean huffed and started walking out of the church and you followed right behind him quietly so you wouldn’t disturb the ceremony. When you got outside, he was almost jogging toward the Impala parked on the street and you sighed with frustration.
“Dean, stop!” You were surprised when he started walking toward you aggressively and you started backing away. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
“I know what you meant,” He had tears in his eyes. “Why don’t you want this for us?”
“I do!” You screamed. “I have wanted this since we started dating, but its not in the cards for us and you know it. I may not want to get married, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I love you with every fiber of my being and I wish we could just stop and settle down and have hundreds of kids running around, but it won’t happen. Not until after our hunters’ funerals. And even then its a long shot, Dean.”
He knew you were right, but it didn’t stop him from walking away. Again.
“Dean Winchester, don’t walk away from me. You are so goddamn stubborn,” You were crying now as you ran toward the Impala. “You are acting like a three-year-old.”
“And you’re giving up,” He said quietly, as he fumbled with his keys. As he started the car, you stayed put outside the driver’s door and looked over the top of the Impala at the happy couple walking out of the church. You did want that, you always have. But you were scared to commit, because you could die tomorrow. And three more times after that. Before you knew it, Dean was slowly driving off as he waited for some kids to cross the street. You sighed to yourself and knew you had to save this somehow. So you picked up an empty soda can that was lying on the ground next to you and bit your lip in nervousness as you threw it at the car, cussing yourself as he put the car in park and jumped out, glaring at you. “What the fuck, Y/N!”
“I wanna marry you!”
“There are plenty of other ways to get my attention than throwing a…” He stopped and looked down at you, causing you to smile weakly as the realization dawned on him. “What?”
“You heard me,” You mumbled, folding your arms and looking off to the side. It was your turn to be stubborn.
He smiled, but then quickly regained his composure, “I never asked you to marry me.”
“You are such an asshole,” You groaned, then pulled him down quickly, crashing your lips to his. “You’re gonna marry me whether you like it or not.”
“Yeah,” He said in-between kisses. “But the next time you throw something at my car we’re getting a divorce.”
Imagine fighting against Demon!Dean when he is trying to kill Sam, and refusing to let him kill the man you love, even if he kills you first.
Dean: Oh, come on sweetheart. I just want to have a bit of fun with my little brother.
You: Right… and by fun you mean smashing his brains all over the wall. And torturing him till he dies from the pain?
Dean: see… you’re finally catching on.
You: Well, that ain’t gonna happen, Dean.
You: See if you wanna get to Sam, you’re going to have to go through me first, and even if you kill me I won’t stop fighting you. I won’t stop protecting Sammy, because I love him and at the end of the day, I think I’d prefer dying in the place of someone I love.
A/N: No hate to Vicky, I love her. Keep that in mind - @casbabydontgoineedyou you told me to tag you in my work, so here I am :)
Misha Collins. Wasn’t he a sight? You watched as he messed around with Jared and Jensen up on stage. You have been dating Misha for almost four years now. The two of you met in a grocery store.
You had been buying detergent since you ran out, when you went to pick it up, you dropped it by accident causing the blue liquid to go everywhere. You were so embarrassed, that’s when Misha came rushing over next to you. he gently pushed you aside and took the blame when a worker came by. “I don’t know what happened, it just slipped out of my hands.” He made a confused face. A smile tugged at your lips as the worker started cleaning it up. Misha walked up to you and gave you a quirky smile, making your heart race. “I’m Misha, Misha Collins.” He said sticking his hand out. “Y/N. Y/L/N.”
Soon after that, you both exchanged numbers, you then realized that you were going to fall in love with him.
Now here you were, sitting in the front row at Comic-Con admiring your boyfriend. He looked so happy with the boys, it made your heart flutter. They were talking about God knows what, you weren’t exactly paying attention.
“Every now and then my wife will say, ‘Okay, Dean.’” Jensen said making you giggle.
“Jensen often forgets he’s not Dean.” Misha said in his Castiel voice that always made you weak at the knees.
“It’s a little creepy.” Misha added.
“Really? Cause, why are you speaking like Castiel?” Jensen asked making you giggle.
“Y/N, my girlfriend, often calls me Cas, she thinks it’s hot. She’s into the whole roleplay thing. If you know what I mean.” Misha winked causing your cheeks to redden.
“Oh shut up, you twat!” You yelled out jokingly.
Misha’s gaze focused on you as a smirk appeared on his lips.
“Oh look! There she is, my wonderful, gorgeous girlfriend.” He said pointing at you making everyone look at you.
You rolled your eyes jokingly and blew him a kiss. He winked before going on with his conversation. You took this time to look at him. He was a literal angel. You were so lucky to have him. You watched as he laughed at something Jared said. His little wrinkles made you smile. His blue eyes were a treat to look at. My boyfriend, soon to be husband was absolutely amazing. He ran his own charity. He’s a published poet, he’s broken Guinness World Records, he preaches kindness and compassion and global unity. He taught you and his fans that if you set your mind to something, you can accomplish it. You couldn’t be more proud.
He made you feel so incredible, every single second of every day.
“Let’s do questions!” Jared yelled into his microphone causing the fans around you to go crazy.
“Okay let’s start with…. You! In the green shirt, towards the back.” Jared said pointing to a random girl.
“Okay, this is a question for all of you. What is your favorite thing about your wife or girlfriend?” She asked.
Your ears perked at this question, curious to hear Misha’s answer. Jensen decided to go first.
“Danneel has a beautiful personality. She always stays positive. I admire that about her.”
“Gen always has a way to make me smile. Doesn’t matter how sad I am, she always manages to make me smile.”
Finally, Misha, you crossed your legs watching as he thought about his answer.
“Y/N is truly magnificent. She always puts me and others before herself. It’s pretty admirable most of the time. But my favorite thing about her is the fact that she has stayed with me after all this time. Can you believe it’s been five years?” He started looking at you.
You smiled and shook your head. “Y/N, come up here.” Jensen said patting the empty seat in the middle of the stage. You looked at them confused before standing up, the cheers making you smile, and walking up on stage. You quickly pulled down your dress before sitting down.
“Now, I will continue. Y/N, she is smart. She is courageous. She is thoughtful, caring, kind, collected, creative, beautiful, knowledgeable, cute, fascinating, and so much more. There is not a word in any language that expresses my love for her correctly.” He spoke softly into the mic. Most of the fans were filming, but you didn’t focus on that, you focused on the love of your life.
He walked around you collecting his thoughts.
“I remember the day we met. I was out at the grocery store getting some peanut butter since I ate all of mine. I was walking down one of the aisles, and there she was. She was hovering over a puddle of spilt detergent clearly shocked and embarrassed. So you know what I did? I went over there and took the blame. And on that day, I knew that that girl who almost cried over a puddle of soap would be my wife.”
Your eyes widened as he got down on one knee in front of you. He pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket and opened it, revealing a gorgeous diamond ring.
“So here I am. Proposing to my girlfriend in front of you all. Okay so, Y/N, Y/M/N, Y/L/N, will you do me the honor of being your husband?” He finished pulling the ring out of its confinement.
Tears brimmed your eyes as your hand flew over your mouth. The tears fell down your cheeks quickly.
“Yes!” You cried.
He smiled widely, standing up. You quickly followed and wrapped your arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around your waist. He pulled you close, squeezing you tightly. He pulled away after a couple minutes and slipped the beautiful ring on your ring finger.
He smiled wide and wiped under your eyes.
“I love you so much.” You whispered bringing his lips down to yours.
He grinned and pumped his fist in the air before wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up. He spun you around cheering.
You heard Jared and Jensen call out the whole cast and soon enough you were being squished in a group hug with everyone. All the fans were cheering, pictures and videos being taken. But you didn’t care. As long as you had Misha.
Imagine being a witch that was injured and Lucifer decided to nurse you back to health
Sorry if this sucks. I don’t know if this’ll be okay for your request dear, but here it is @winchestergirl-13 italics are thoughts
You were there, helping the Winchesters with a case that required more help than just n angel and demon. They needed someone who could get in this little group and be welcomed. Well that part went according to plan, but then all of sudden, the coven was throwing spells every which way, and you couldn’t duck in time so you were hit with at least two different spells. Your eyes got wide and you sstumbled backwards and hit the wall, which you then slid down and passed out.
When you finally woke up, you were in a room that you didn’t recognize. But then, all of a sudden in front of your face was Lucifer which made you let out a small shriek at the surprise. He stumbled away when you pushed him. You sat up and looked around.
“It’s alright. You were hit by some pretty nasty spells and I fixed you up. This is my own private little place that no one else knows about. So, I would appreciate it if you didn’t tell the Winchesters what it looks like. And you are almost completely healed up, but now that you’re awake, you can start eating some food.” He said softly. He turned and grabbed a tray that was sitting on a dresser and put it in front of you. It was some chicken noodle soup, crackers, and some ginger ale sitting there.
How thoughtful. I would’ve thought he’d be different
“I know. Most people think that too. Not that there’ve been that many people with me like this, but you know.” He said, grinning at your widened eyes.
“Well, that must be interesting, hearing everybody’s thoughts.” You say cheekily.
Pairing: Dean/Sam/Bobby x reader (No one specific.)
Reader Gender: female
Warnings: Brief mention of death of parents.
Word count: 1296
Christmas. The best time of year in your opinion. As a child you and your family always had Christmas as a tradition to be celebrated. It was always bigger than birthdays, or Easter, or anything else that was celebrated in the family.
You could remember sitting by the fireplace with your family, after the long day of opening presents and the big Christmas dinner, not forgetting the Christmas movies.
So naturally you had been excited to start getting ready for the celebration. The bunker had been your home for almost two years now, the previous year you had been staying at Bobby’s due to a very important hunt that the boys had to go on, and they had all agreed that it was a little too dangerous for you. Obviously you had been upset, but you had gotten over it quickly when you got to spend Christmas with Bobby who had become like a father figure to you since your parents had been killed. Bobby had known how much you cared about Christmas when he had taken you in as a child, he had been the one to hunt down the demon that had killed both of your parents, and in the process he had taken you in as you had no other family. So obviously, Bobby had celebrated Christmas with you almost every year. Other than the year that you were away for a hunt. But that year you had still celebrated it alone. You definitely weren’t going to let your Christmas be ruined by a hunt.
This year you were blessed with the fact that neither you, nor the boys had found any hunts that would take up the time. It was going to be a nice quiet Christmas which you could spend with the boys. Bobby had already spoken to you on the phone and you had both agreed that this year you would stay at the bunker with the boys to celebrate instead of going down to Bobby’s.
“Hey, guys?” you called as you walked into the kitchen, it was around lunch time and you could already smell the bacon that was cooking on the stove. Turning the corner you saw both boys in the kitchen, Sam standing by the stove and Dean sitting at the table.
“Yeah?” they both chorused, looking up from their spots.
“Err… where do you keep your decorations?” Sam put down the spatula that he was using to prod the bacon, and turned so he was fully facing you. Both boys had the same confused expression on their face.
“Decorations? For what?” Dean finally asked. You resisted the urge to laugh. Surely they knew what time of year it was.
“You know. For Christmas?” both boys nodded in realisation, then Sam shook his head.
“We don’t have any.” it was your turn to look confused.
“What do you mean? Why not?” Sam took the pan off of the stove and turned the stove off, noticing how serious you seemed to be about the situation.
“We don’t really celebrate Christmas. It’s just another day, right?” seeing how casual Dean was about the whole situation, you didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing, and so you nodded, even though you could feel the lump growing in your throat.
“Y/N? You okay?” you only nodded, not trusting your voice knowing fully well that it would probably crack. You turned abruptly on your heels and made your way through the bunker, moving quickly back to your room.
You knew you were probably overreacting, but the first thing that came to mind was to pack a few things and head to Bobby’s knowing that he wouldn’t mind you spending Christmas there. Your eyes were glazed over as you began stuffing your clothes into a rucksack. You made sure to pick up the things that you would need, including the Christmas dress you had chosen, which was another of the many traditions you held. Every year you would go out and buy one dress to wear purely for Christmas day. Picking up your phone, you quickly dialled Bobby’s number, as you packed the last few things, before pulling a coat over your shoulders and slinging your bag onto your back.
“Hello?” Bobby answered almost immediately.
“Hey, Bobby. Erm… I was wondering if I could come and stay at yours for a while.” your voice was weak, and Bobby could already tell that something was up, but decided against questioning you about it straight away.
“I thought you were staying at the bunker for Christmas?” taking a deep breath, you fought against the urge to cry.
“Yeah… there were some change of plans.” Bobby was happy to have you stay with him, and although he wouldn’t ask about your reasons behind your sudden change of plans, he knew he would ask you about it when you got there, allowing the drive to give you time to clear your head.
You stuffed the phone into the back pocket of your jeans and made your way through the halls of the bunker.
“Y/N? Where are you going?” you froze your footsteps, not wanting to have to explain to the boys why you were leaving.
“Oh, erm… Bobby called, said he needed to see me about something.” Dean who had just poked his head out of the kitchen door, furrowed his eyebrows at you.
“Well, I could give you a lift in baby, instead of you driving all that way on your own-” shaking your head, you cut him off.
“It’s okay, I can go on my own.” before they could answer, you had rapidly increased your footsteps making your way to your car.
You hardly ever used your car, due to the three of you usually using Dean’s car to go on hunts, but you still used it when you could.
* * * * * * * *
“Hey, Bobby.” you forced a smile when he opened the door, and he could see straight through your façade.
“What did the idjits do this time?”
Bobby handed you a beer as you sat down, before sitting opposite. Even though you weren’t staying at Bobby’s any more, you had gotten him into the routine of decorating for Christmas, and so his home was already decorated upon your arrival, which eased your sadness slightly.
“I mean, I get that they don’t usually have time for Christmas, but you’d think that they’d at least care about the holiday. It’s not just another day. Like Dean said.” you paused, looking up at him. “Did I overreact?” Bobby shook his head.
“No you didn’t. They’ve known you for nearly two years, they obviously don’t know you that well if they didn’t notice your love for the holiday.” Bobby was cut off by the front door knocking. You already knew who it was, and by the look on Bobby’s face he did as well. He stood and walked out to the front door, leaving you sitting alone.
“Y/n?” Sam was stood in the doorway, Dean peaking out from behind him. You turned to face them, quickly wiping away the residue left on your cheeks from the tears. Both of the boys looked at you and their eyes softened. “We didn’t realise that Christmas meant so much to you. We’re really sorry, if you want, we can go out and buy some stuff now.” Dean nodded in agreement.
“Or… we could forget this whole issue and you three can stay here for Christmas?” Bobby suggested. You looked to the boys, a small smile on your lips. It would be like a family Christmas, just like everything you wanted.
“Sounds okay to me.” Dean smiled, seeing how your face lit up slightly at the suggestion.
“Brilliant. So, Christmas movies?” you nodded excitedly, and Bobby grinned. This was going to be the best Christmas ever.