The Argument

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Summary: The reader walks in on Sam and Dean arguing about who has better oral skills, then helps them settle the debate.

Word Count: 2600

Warnings: smut, oral sex, threesome (no Wincest)

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Wrinkles - Imagine request

Request:  Hi! Could you maybe write a deanxreader fluffy fic where dean is self conscious about something in his body and the reader comforts him,please and thank you.

Characters: Dean x reader, Sam (mentioned), Castiel (mentioned),

Word count: 1,306

Warnings: Dean’s self-consciousness.

A/N: I hope this is as fluffy as you wanted it. Also, Dean’s perfect self made it a pain in the ass to find something he could be conscious about so uh… Yeah, let roll with the age. Enjoy!

He looked at his reflection for the millionth time that morning. He wasn’t twenty anymore, and he sure as hell had more scars than he remembered.

Of course, he was still super toned and all, but his age was starting to weight and he just couldn’t help but to feel like crap about it.

“I’m a fifteen year old girl.” He mumbled as he realized he was judging his body just like girls in chick-flicks did. ‘A fifteen year old girl in the body of a grandpa’ his mind joked, making him fall back into the low self-esteem pit.

He walked closer to the mirror. Not only did he have white hairs even on his scruff, but he was also starting to get wrinkles all over his face. When did it happen? He couldn’t tell, but it had taken him by surprise that morning when he came out of the shower only to find his biggest fear coming true: He was old.

“Babe?” (Y/N) spoke as her knuckles meet the door.

“Give me a minute, sweetheart.” Dean begged as he walked away from the mirror and proceeded to put on as many layers as he could.


For the rest of the day, Dean avoided any kind of furrow, smile or any other gesture that would involve his face from getting even more crinkles. Sam and (Y/N) noticed, but decided not to ask because Dean wasn’t looking in the mood to talk.

Later, at night, Dean locked himself in the bathroom to change his clothes, which took (Y/N) by surprise for she was used to seeing Dean changing in front of her. Once again, she didn’t ask. After all, Dean needed time and then he would talk to her.

It wasn’t until (Y/N) was fast asleep that Dean slid out of bed and back to the bathroom. He was sure (Y/N) had some creams and even facemasks that helped with wrinkles, and he was more than willing to try them on even if it meant risking his manliness.

“Okay, you can do this, just keep it for thirty minutes and you’ll be free of wrinkles.” Dean whispered to himself as he applied a black goo all over his face.

While he waited, he found some old hair dye (Y/N) had once used to turn herself ashy blonde. Dean remembered how different she looked like, but he also remembered the long time that hair dye lasted.

“You can do it, you can do it.” He repeated to himself as he prepared the very last bit of hair dye in a bowl (Y/N) kept in the bathroom.

He thought he was being silent, but the mess he made by scrambling over her face creams and the smell of hair dye, woke the huntress up. She had been leaning against the bathroom’s door frame, listening closely to every move Dean made.

“Grey coverage… Forty minutes… Crap,” She heard Dean mumbled, “It’s fine, we can do this, I can do this.”

After ten minutes of complete silence, the huntress decided to open up the door; surprised that Dean hadn’t put a lock on it.

Dean wasn’t only covered in her black face mask, but he also had his hair and beard covered in blonde hair dye. What the hell had gotten onto him?

“Dean.” She called and the hunter jumped.

“(Y/N)! I uh… This isn’t what it looks like.” The huntress tilted her head as her hand reached his face, meeting with her well-known de-aging facemask. It was actually to help the skin against sun and other toxins in the air.

“This is my cream and…” She looked at the trash can, “My hair dye… What are you doing?”

Dean sighed, not being able to lie to her, not at that time of the night and definitely not while wearing her beauty products. “I went out of the shower this morning to find myself becoming old.”

“Old? Dean, you’re not even forty, what are you talking about?” She smiled tenderly.

“I have white hairs and this stupid eye crinkles and… I don’t know I…” If he weren’t using the face mask, (Y/N) would’ve been able to tell he was blushing in embarrassment.

Yes, she knew he was right. She knew every part of his body by memory, and she was aware that Dean was in fact no longer a kid. However, to her, he was just perfect.

“Dean…” She called, and he looked up at her.

“Don’t dare to tell me otherwise because I know you know I’m telling the truth.” Dean spoke rapidly. (Y/N) let out a heavy sighed and offered him a sly smile.

“You’re right, but I might as well tell you what I think.” She spoke carefully. Moments like those made talking as hard as walking on eggshells.

“I’m all ears.” Dean mumbled.

“First take that off.” She ordered softly, “The facemask won’t vanish the wrinkles and the hair dye is too different from your hair colour and uh… Everyone will notice.” Dean’s eyes widened as he turned around, leaning over to the sink and washing everything off. In the meantime, (Y/N) went back to sit in bed.

After a few minutes, Dean appeared from the bathroom and joined her under the sheets.


“So you’re old.”

“I know.” Dean sighed.

“And I’m also getting old, and Sam is getting old and Cas’ vessel is getting old and…”

“What’s your point?” Dean grumbled.

“My point is that you can’t fight nature back.” She responded, “We’re all ageing and, if you ask me, it’s a wonderful thing to age next to someone like you.”

“Old like me?” Dean chuckled.

Hot like you.” She smiled, cupping his face in one hand, “I’ve seen many men age and trust me, you are one strange example of growing old with style.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes… I’ve seen pictures of you as a kid and, trust me, you look hotter and even more manly now than you did back them.” She whispered.

“How? My eyes have wrinkles…”

“It’s a sign that, even in this life, you’ve laughed so many times you got wrinkles.” She giggled and Dean did too.

“What about the white hairs?”

“Barely noticeable considering you’re blond.” She replied.

“And the scars?”

“Battle marks.” She winked, “Some of which I patched up after being heroically saved by you.”

“Do you really mean all of this?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” Dean thought it for a second, not being able to come up with a proper answer.

“I will continue to age, you know?” Dean mumbled.

“And so the rest of us.” She spoke softly.

Dean shifted closer to her, resting his head on her belly as she caressed his still damp hair.

“I love you, Dean.” She whispered after a while of silence. Dean lifted his gaze to meet hers.

She was a lot older than the first time Dean saw her. Yet, he still thought she was the most beautiful being alive; was that how she felt about him?

“I love you too.” Dean spoke, crawling up to meet his lips with hers in a soft, shy kiss.

Dean’s head fell on the pillow next to (Y/N)’s. They were face to face and her hand was travelling through his skin, tracing every line there was.

“How can you not see how handsome you are?” She whispered.

“Maybe I’m too much into your beauty.” He replied, making her giggle.

“You won’t stop being a flirt, won’t you?”

“Never in a million years.” Dean smiled.

“Even if you get even more white hairs?”

“Even then.” Dean nodded. (Y/N) cupped his cheek, stroking his skin lightly with her thumb.

“That’s my man.” And with that being said, she kissed him once more, letting that lead into a long night of slow love making and endless promises that would never be broken.

Mother to be


Being pregnant with Sam’s child

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

You were pacing in the small motel bathroom, eyeing down the stick on the counter. Fear was consuming you, but also hope. Your hands were fidgeting. You, Sam, and Dean were in _ on a job, dealing with a shape shifter. It was already dealt with yesterday, and you had to stay behind when you started to puke. You told the brothers that you were fine afterwards, but they insisted that you stay and rest while they deal with the shape shifter. After they had left you alone, you kept getting sick after a couple of hours. You tried to eat your favorite kind of food, but then your stomach twisted in a tight knot.

That was when you began to wonder what was wrong with you. You got dressed quickly and went to a store that was close by. You were careful knowing that the shape shifter was still out there somewhere. You made sure to tuck a silver knife in your pocket.

As you walked in the store, going straight for the area where they kept pregnancy tests. Grabbing one as quick as you can, you walked over to the cashier. They lady looked at you with curious eyes.

“It’s for one of my friends.” You lied to her. She smiled at you, nodding her head at the obvious lie. But she went along with knowing you were a little embarrassed by it. Once it was ringed up and paid for.

“Tell your friend that I said congratulations.” She spoke as if she knew what the test answer will be. You gave a curt nod to her, scared out of your mind. Racing back to the crappy motel, you hid the box in one of your bag. The Winchesters were going to be here any minute. You didn’t want them to find out about this.
When they came back, they cracked a beer, wanting to relax. You pulled the sick card to not drink any alcohol. Sam and Dean were lounge on the bed watching movie. You were curled up in Sam’s arms, feeling warm and cozy by him. He was like one big pillow to you.

You looked over to Dean, finding the older brother asleep. “Hey, Sam?” You whispered to him, gaining his attention. He hummed out in response. “What do you think about children?” You asked him.

Sam looked down at you, becoming confused by this. “Why?” He asked you. You shrugged at him.

“I don’t know; just curious I guess.” You leaned back to look at him. He looked into your eyes with seriousness in them. He was stroking you head, thinking over on how to say this to you without freaking you out. You were anxious for his answer.

“I want children.” He started. Sam kissed your head, and you knew what was coming next. “But I don’t know if I want any right now. With this life as a hunter.” You nodded to him. You understood his reasoning, but it still hurt a bit. You looked away from him, getting confrontable. Sam tighten his hold on her, silently apologizing to you. He didn’t want to hurt you at all. He can see a future with you. A couple of kids running around, looking at to their mother like she is some kind of angel.

You slept with Sam that night, dreaming about a baby in your arms.
The next day, Sam and Dean went out to get a few things, and that was when you went to the bathroom to take the test. And now you were pacing like a madman. You were nervous and wanted this to be done already. Suddenly the motel door opened. “Y/N we’re back.” Sam shouted to you.

You cringed at this, not wanted them to be here so soon. “I’ll be out in a second.” You picked up the stick, seeing the positive sign on it. You had felt your heart stop at this. What was she going to say to Sam? All you did was stare at the thing for a long time.

Sam was sitting at the table, beginning to worry about you. You were in there for a long time. Sam went to the bathroom and knocked on it lightly. “Y/N? Are you alright in there?” He asked her. You jumped at the sound and quickly got rid of the evidence. You made sure to stuff it in a bag and then throw it in the trash. You opened the door, and smiled at him.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You answered him. Sam gave a confused look at you, not believing you completely. You walked pass him and toward the food on the table. Dean was looking at you as well, concerned. He raised an eyebrow to you. “What?” You asked him.

“Sam, what did you find?” You froze when you turned and saw Sam carried the trash out. He took out the stick with a positive on it.

“Y/N?” Sam asked her. You looked down at this, wondering what would happen. “Are you really….” He started off but wasn’t able to finish. You nodded at this, frighten to look at him. Then there was laughter from him, which made you look up in time to see Sam run up to you and hugged you. “I’m going to be a dad.” Sam said. You were shocked by this, but laughed at this.

“You’re not mad?” You asked him.

“Mad? No, I’m very happy.” Sam said. Then he stared into your eyes, seriousness taking over. “Y/N don’t think I’ll be angry over something like this.” He smiled, giving you a bear hug. You hugged back, feeling relived about all of this.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“No, thank you.” Sam said, kissing your head,

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Imagine going to the beach with the  boys.

Fandom: Supernatural.

Pairing: Dean x Reader.

Word count: 4800

Soundtrack: George Ezra - Blame it On Me

A/N: This came out SUPER fluffy my lord.


You giggled much like a five year old playing hide and seek in the closet as the near sight of blue waves crashing and mixing into the sand invaded your vision. You beamed with happiness as your Y/E/C searched the land for band members or their fans at least.
“Y/N, you seem oddly excited,” Castiel stated monotonously as he watched you bob your head to the sound of guitar and flaky fingers snapping on the radio.

We counted all our reasons, excuses that we made

We found ourselves some treasure and threw it all away, oh

You sang in an exaggerated country style voice. Cas smiled at you as did Dean, glancing at you through the driver’s mirror before he burst out into ballad with you.

What you waiting for, now what you waiting for,

You smiled in content as the music blared, threatening to tear open Baby’s speakers.

Dean and Sam both acknowledged your excitement and exchanged toothy grins as your drove down the strip of tarmac cutting down the middle of the thick Florida vegetation. You had just finished off a case involving the search for a vampire’s nest after numerous deaths were reported the past week in this side of the state. It was now the end of the week and after five days of stress in search of blood suckers, you and the Winchester brothers decided that this would be a great way to say goodbye to the sun-friendly state of Florida before you left, or at least for now- a music festival at the beach.

You had been hunting with the Winchesters for around three years now and became part of their crew of psychologically damaged hunters which made you their family, and them yours.

You spent majority of your life alone and in darkness of the world after your parents were killed by a demon and when you stumbled upon the brothers on a salt and burn case in upstate New York, they took you in.

They made you a flannel wearing burger junkie- as if you weren’t bad enough one already- and you thanked God and all the angels that they did.
You thanked them for Dean’s classic rock obsession which led your ears to near tone-deafness, you thanked them for Sam’s prissy vegetarian ways he almost always tried to convert you to, you thanked them for the brothers’ love for flannel and leather that always left your skin feeling crisp from never being cold, you thanked them for the Impala and its classic pristine leather seats that got you around the country, heck, you thanked them for the toy soldier Sammy jammed into the cigar jack, because these little sparks of friction were what would keep the fire going.

It excited you to doing something enjoyable and non-death related with the brothers and Cas, but the monster in this story, was that at the end of all the happiness and joy, you returned to hunting-

You returned to the possibility of losing your only family every day.

Your pessimism was erased when you spotted the deep blue abyss known as the ocean, its sight flooding your mind with memories of your parents taking you to the lake.

“We’re here!” you cheered with a childish grin on your face, earning a low chuckle from Dean as he glanced at you in the rear-view mirror.

You sat giddy in the backseat of the car beside Castiel whose focus was exerted on the sites of the palm trees lined along the road almost consumed by thought as you rummaged through your duffel, making sure you had brought all your needed supplies when Dean pulled into the rocky sun heated parking area just a few meters away from the waters and brought Baby to a stop.
“Yup, we’re here,” Dean announced putting the break down and taking out the car keys
which he then pocketed.

“Finally! This ride seemed to take ages,” you smiled as you dug into the crevices of your bag, retreating a faded blue towel, sunscreen and flip flops.

“Probably because we listened to the same song about ten times on our way here,” Sam sassed, unbuckling his seat belt and un-linking himself from the leather of the Impala.

“You know you love George Ezra,” you teased as you cracked the door open and stepped out onto the concrete pavement with everybody following suit and getting out of the car.
“And I was just getting ready to hear his voice live today, “You enthusiastically smiled.
This trip was the highlight of the week for you and probably even the month now that you finally had the chance to get away from hunting for a while. You loved saving people, but you can’t get them all but that’s only if you’re out on a case after a demon or ghost. Now, the smell of sulfur and blood was being replaced by that of the ocean air and fried foods from the near-by stands.

"Get suited boys,” you grinned, pulling your hair out of its usual high ponytail and letting your Y/H/C locks fall on your shoulders, continuing to fidget with the many wristbands you wore on your wrists.

“Where from exactly?” asked Sam through narrowed eyes as he tried to keep the sun out of his hazel crystals.
The three of the boys shifted awkwardly on the side of the road, Cas seeming somewhat nervous and other worldly as he ignored you and you took out the remaining jewelry you wore.

“Find a tree, hide behind it, and get your trunks on, “You instructed with a smile.

Dean let out a scoff-like laugh, "Right, and what about you, Y/N?” he smirked as he diverted his gaze to the blanket of crystal white sand down by the waters.

“Well, I’m already set,” you smiled unbuckling your worn out leather boots and tossed them aside.

“What does that mean?” Sam asked, confusion all over his face as Cas and Dean mirrored his expression.

“I mean,-…” you spoke pulling your black tank top off and bunching it up before tossing it in the car. You were wearing the top half of your black bikini underneath all the plaid and black, and were now exposed to the beaming sun rays, allowing them to dance on your Y/S/T skin.

“I was all set when we left the motel,” you smirked at the perturbed brothers and angel staring at your almost naked upper half with beetroot tinge in their cheek bones.
“Oh, “Sam coughed, trying to divert his eyes from your form, and turned to face Cas who, much unlike the Winchester boys, acted as if it were a casual occasion. He was an angel and so you didn’t expect more than 10 seconds of pink-tinged cheeks before he returned to his usual intrigued and confused face.

"I believe your semi nudity is making Dean and Sam uncomfortable, Y/N” The angel rasped as you glanced at Dean’s smug looking face with a smirk, dancing at the corners of his pouty lips.
“Actually, I’m quite content with the sight,” the elder Winchester smirked.
Your heart did back flips as you stared at Dean, feeling butterflies from the way his emerald eyes looked at you. Not with lust and objectification, but admiration and appreciation. You had your past with occasional insecurity with your body and showing some skin in public, in fear of being what society defined as “fat”. You were no Victoria Secret model but neither were you what you considered fat. Yes you had a somewhat pudgy belly and not the slimmest nor thinnest face, but over time, you learnt to accept the way your body was molded. Luckily, as you grew out of your sixteenth year and soon into your twenty-fourth, the insecurity was only on occasion, and at the moment, it soon faded as you blushed under Dean’s gaze of admiration, which boosted your confidence.

“Yeah, well, keep it in your pants Winchester,” You retorted as the scarlet tinge faded into your usual Y/S/T complexion.
You sighed in admiration of the beauty of the almost empty beach before turning to face the boys.
“Okay, hurry up and go get changed,” You cheered excited to dive into the blue blankets of sea water.

“Behind a tree, if I can recall?” Cas inquired in uncertain tone as Dean handed the angel his duffel and repeated with Sam before swinging his over his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah, sure. Just hurry, we have the beach all to ourselves today,” You smiled like a madman as you unbuttoned your vampire-blood stained jeans and packed them in the back seat of baby, leaving your form radiating from the rays of the sun, and the blushes of the three boys staring at you.
“What? Never seen a woman’s body before?"you smirked, to which Sam and Dean scoffed, ushering Castiel away with them, muttering about how they saw lots of women naked as Castiel added a "No, not really,”.
You laughed to yourself at Cas’ obliviousness as the boys walked down the rocky slope and onto the landscape of white sand.
You crossed your arms and squinted, watching them search for a wall to hide behind to change and soon their prayer was answered when they found some porter-potties nearby the venue for the music festival.

It was 1:37pm by your watch and the musicians you were willing to fight for front row for weren’t her until 7:00, leaving you and the boys with much time to have all sorts of fun.

You flicked on the faded green plastic slippers, shuffling your toes to their tip and wrapped a hippie patterned shawl you had for a while now around your waist before walking down to the beach where people crowded, waiting for the bands performing today to arrive.

Most were those your age and younger, obviously as enchanted by indie rock as you were, sitting and drinking with their friends on the far end of the beach, leaving most of the perimeter for you and the brothers along with Castiel, seeing as not that many people were as enchanted by the sea’s navy folds of water.

Five minutes flew by until you heard the sound of bickering you were too familiar with, float in the distance, only to see Sam, Dean and Cas walking over to you, as the two brothers very obviously argued amongst each other, leaving Cas following suit but silent.

You eagerly jumped onto your foot and dashed over to the boys with your white washed grin splayed on your face, with excitement.

“Ahem,” you cleared your throat loudly which brought an end to Sam and Dean’s argument as they turned their gaze to you with clearly plastic smiles until Dean’s dropped lightly.
“Why’d you cover up? I was loving the view,” he joked and Sam smacked in the shoulder, flashing a basic Sam bitch-face, until he turned to face you, smiling softly.

“You look great Y/N, don’t listen to horny Stan, here,” he gestured to his elder brother currently giving Sam a death glare to which you chuckled.

“Thanks, Sammy” you replied sincerely when Cas joined into the conversation.

“You really do Y/N,” he smiled, but soon lost focus, tuning out as he gazed at the seagulls taking sanction on a nearby rock.

“Why do they move in such massive packs?” the angel asked, eyes still glued to the birds as it dawned on you that Cas was still in his trench coat and regular attire.

“Why aren’t you changed?"You questioned, furrowing your brow slightly with confusion.

"I was uhm,- not planning on taking part in your aquatic exercises,” He spoke shyly, now turning to face the three of you as he eyed his shoes.

“Why not?” Sam chided in.

“I, uhm, am not familiar with how to part take in your activities,” Castiel mindlessly but still shyly stated, obviously embarrassed as his face turned scarlet.

“You mean you can’t swim?” Dean asked, amused by his friends’ response.

“I am an angel, we aren’t exactly aquatic creatures. But I do know the basics, I simply do not believe I can keep up with you guys,” He replied in defense, causing you to giggle.

“Cas, we can just teach you, to ‘keep up’ ” Sam spoke with a faint laugh as Dean and I grinned at the angel clad in his office dress-code.

“Very well, I will join you,” Cas finally agreed, earning a round of cheers from everyone.

You eyed the two brothers before you as Castiel went to change and then gave a menacing grin before grabbing their wrists and pulling them towards the waves with you.

“C'mon, let’s go!” you smiled excitedly, dragging the elder Winchester alone as Sam had detached himself from your grasp.
You let out a huff and pouted at Sam who only smirked and let out a breathy laugh at you and Dean.
“I think you guys should go test the waters first,” he stated with an expectant look which you challenged with a glare.

You tried your best to get Sam to cave under the burning plea of you Y/E/C blinkers, but were brought to a halt when a too familiar guitar tune filled the air and you slowly let go of Dean’s wrist as both brothers’ faces dropped to a look of irritation at the song choice.

The garden was blessed by the gods of me and you

We headed West just to find ourselves some truth, ohh

What you waiting for, now what you waiting for,

A smile crept up onto your face and your eyes lit up with joy as the song was blasted from the speakers in the distance of the festival, loud enough for you to hear from meters away.

“Please no,” Sam breathed.

“God, no,” Dean added with a sigh of irritation to which you howled with laughter running back to Dean and grabbing his wrist. You slipped off the shawl you wore on your waist and tossed it at Sam as Dean smiled at you before staring his green orbs at your Y/E/C ones and running into the nerve-wrenchingly cold waves washing over the two of you.

You beamed with joy and slicked your hair back and out of your face, laughing at Dean, singing the lyrics with raw passion.

When I dance alone and the song’s beaming down, blame it on me,

When I lose control and the veil’s over you blame it on me,

You smiled at his cartoon like behavior and joined in, laughter faltering your attempts to sound decent as it erupted from both yours and Dean’s throats, and even Sammy watched on with a Smile.

When I dance alone, I know I’ll go, blame it on me,ooh

When I lose control, I know I’ll go, blame it on me, oooohh

You heard Sam join in on the last paragraph from a distance as he and Cas ran into the water, like children. All of you radiating joy and love as you bellowed with laughter, the music still playing in the background.

The song’s pace slowed down and soon it was over, leaving you with an exaggerate put on your face while Sam and Dean swam away, leaving you floating in the shallow surface of the water alongside Cas.
You observed how he furrowed his brow, staring at the folds of blue gushing on him with a weak strength, and simply stood in the water, almost as if paralyzed.

You chuckled at his blank expression but yet intrigued act of stroking the water and finally broke the silence.
“So you said you know the basics, right?” You asked, walking more into the deep abyss and noticing how far Dean and Sam were.

Cas diverted his focus from the blankets of wetness coating his fingers and placed it on you as he replied monotonously, “Yes, I believe I do,”

“So, why don’t you show me what you know so far?” you offered, floating in place as Sam’s howl of laughter echoed in the air.
Your eyes scanned the area past the middle aged ladies teaching their toddlers to swim and teenagers trying their best to keep their make out session PG, but of course failing, and fell upon a grinning moose-man, wading in your direction with Dean following with eyes ablaze with fury.

Your shoulders shook with laughter, as you continued your lesson with Cas, instructing him how to relax for the waters to carry his weight and where to place his arms when he was immersed in the mass.
“So then, you place your arm right above your-….”

Your statement was cut short when you felt yourself be hauled up on someone’s shoulders and let out an embarrassing shriek, which to surprise no one seemed to notice and felt your heart sink as you were tossed back into the water from the high point of whoever was carrying yours shoulders.

“Water fight!” You cloudily heard a muffled voice declare from under the liquid blanket holding you down. The sound quality from under the water was as good as static, but the velvety tone was still prominent and soon you realized that son of a bitch, had declared his own death his childish games.

Oxygen was sparse in your lungs as you gasped for air once your head was emerged out of the water. Dean and Sam were erupting with laughter as strangers looked on at the grown men in their twenties acting like middle-schoolers and even Castiel’s pink lips twisted into a grin.
He reached his hand out in effort to save you, and with a menacing smirk, you pulled his wrist with great force sending him face first into water, seeing as you were in the shallow end and at least here he couldn’t drown.

You continued with this until Dean brought up shoulder wars.
You declined at the first offer but Dean wouldn’t take no as an answer and soon Sam scooped you up onto his broad moose shoulders.

“You asshats, put me down!” You squealed from Sam’s high shoulders worried that he might drop you as Dean was lifted onto Cas’ shoulders and the angel looked as though he held an anvil.

“Me up against you, “Dean smiled like a maniac, his chest rising and falling rapidly, as water dripped down from his spiky brown hair, and you agreed with a rapid nod.

Sam moved closer to Cas and you locked your hands with Dean’s, glaring past his overly confident smirk with a menacing one playing on your lips as you spoke, barely a whisper.

"I’m gonna kick your ass, Winchester,”

Your roar of laughter mixed with the brother’s and the grinning angel’s went on as you pushed your palms against the elder hunter’s, fighting for dominance.
“Give..- up,…pie-lover” You shouted over the music breathlessly between rapid laughs which Dean returned as he continued crushing Castiel’s shoulders.

“No fair, you got the tall moose and I get the bird man, your height has way more advantage,” He argued, trying to toss you into the water as Sam pushed forward.
“Give in and accept that I’m just a better warrior,” you teased.

Sam laughed at the two of you before nodding to Cas with mischief, and at the second, let go of your thighs, letting you fall backwards into the water as Cas did the same to Dean.

Water splashed around in the sector where the four of you were gargling water from how open your jaws tore as you found Dean somewhere in the dark curtain of water before you succeeded and pulled him out, still grinning.

“I won!” He roared, and you laughed, allowing him to have his victory as you continued to rough-house. Punches flew left and right, though did not lock with anyone’s jaw, luckily. You were all boiling with energy as the music pumped through your veins and you three tried to teach Cas to do water handstands, though in vain.

Passersby gave glares and some snickered, but that didn’t bother you as you and the boys stepped out of the waves for a while, hoping to get some air, though mostly received disapproving looks from the rest of the surprisingly few people around you.
Everyone was leaving for the festival whose noise grew by the minute, leaving around twenty people on the sand painted landscape you were sitting on.

“Holy crap Y/N, no wonder you became a hunter, you’re a freakin’ titan,” Dean exclaimed ruffling your dripping Y/H/C strands, causing you to grin like a fool at his gesture.

“That is exactly why I’m a hunter, Dean. I’ve gotta show off my titan skills somehow,” you rolled your eyes, but laughed teasingly and he mirrored you, flashing his classic Winchester smile.

Sam smiled at you and Dean before he decided he wanted a snack and left along with Cas, leaving you and Dean alone, watching the waves crash and feeling the residue water on your toes, causing you to shiver slightly.

“Are you cold?” Dean asked concerned, eyes clinging to yours and you nodded in response.

“Uhm, no, I’m fine. Thanks though,” you smiled at him, resting your head on his shoulder and letting yourself enjoy the remaining intimate moments you had with him before you were back to your regular lives with holy oil, rock salt and crucifixes.

The mere thought made you shudder, knowing that moments like these- moments when you radiated happiness, were of rare occasion. You wouldn’t always be here in Deans arms, feeling the droplets of salt water fall from his golden brown hair and onto your cheeks. You wouldn’t be able to hear his heart beat sporadically right under your ear,  you wouldn’t be able to see his striking smile as often, knowing when you returned home, you returned to feeling blood drip on you instead of the waters of the ocean, you would be in dean’s arms for protection, not because he wanted to hold you as his,
you would be back to listening to Zeppelin and Metallica on Baby’s stereo -not that you minded, its only that you preferred to listen to The front bottoms playing lightly in the background drowned out by waves.

“Are you okay?” Dean asked lifting your chin so that you could stare into his glassy orbs and you let out a tired sigh.

“Not really,” You breathed, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck and taking in his musk.

“Care to elaborate?” His voice was shushed by the waves and the music booming throughout the beach as he locked your eyes, and pressed your hand in his, mangling your fingers.
But you weren’t complaining.

“Tomorrow we go back to living in books of lore and sharpening demons knives,” you dryly laughed, but Dean could see the tears welling up in your glassy eyes.

“I mean, it’s odd you know? How the fun we had today can be snatched away from us just tomorrow, by demons, by ghosts…by anything,” You spoke, voice cracking at the end of your statement into a horse whisper.

You hated yourself for being weak like this, more so in front of Dean, and mentally scolded yourself trying to bring yourself together, but failed.
The dam broke, and much like those nights spent on the hood of the impala, you held onto Dean tight as if he were to disappear into thin air.
You shut your eyes and took in your surroundings as you begun to hum.

The garden was blessed by the gods of me and you

We headed West just to find ourselves some truth, ohh

You tiredly smiled as dean’s raspy but serenading voice tore the silence.

What you waiting for, now what you waiting for,

You glanced at him with a smile from the corner of your eye and chuckled at him, carrying on with the song and drying your eyes

We counted all our reasons, excuses that we made

We found ourselves some treasure and threw it all away, oh

You sang lightly waiting for Dean to join in at the end of each verse and he didn’t disappoint. He sang it to you softly as he run his thumb up and down your arm, just barely grazing the skin.

When I dance alone, I know I’ll go, blame it on me,ooh

When I lose control, I know I’ll go, blame it on me, ooooh

You both sang through grins as you neared the end of the song, ignoring the fact that the loud rhythm of arctic monkeys was being blared across the land.

You didn’t care.

You snapped your fingers flakily as Dean tapped lightly on his legs, slowly pacing down the song as it neared its end.

What you waiting for, now what you waiting for,

What you waiting for now what you waiting for

Your snapping faded and soon silence filled the air as Dean’s eyes met yours and looked at you with the look from earlier on; admiration.

“It’s okay, Y/N. I mean look at how today went?
Do you think it would’ve been as special if we did it every weekend?” He cooed in your ear, drying your tears and you nodded.

“It’s the carnage that makes this so special. We live in darkness, but that’s what makes the moments of light so special, you know?”

You shook your head, nuzzling closer to him, breath tingling on his bare collar bone.

“But we can’t have those moments of light if one of us is taken in the darkness,” you spoke, regaining your voice.

“That won’t happen,” Dean spoke immediately, and sternly.

“I won’t let it,” he added,

“So, why do you say it before we go out on each hunt?"You questioned as you sat up and looked him in the eye.

"You tell me and Sammy every time, which means you believe it can happen,” You insisted as he brushed the hair out of your face and kissed your forehead.

“Because even in the depth of my belief, I have doubt, and I if I turn out to be wrong, I at least want…it,-” he choked cupping your cheek and grazing his thumb over your cheek bone.

“-To go down when you know the truth,”

His eyes seemed like glass now, brimming with tears and were glowing with love as he smiled sweetly at you, and you  returned the expression, neither of you diverting your gaze and fully ignoring all sounds- except your heart in your throat.

The proximity made your palms sweat and heart race as you stared into the orbs of your best friend, realizing;

You loved him.

You loved him all along. Much like you loved Sam and Cas, but yet differently, because you wouldn’t lay on the hood of the Impala watching the stars with Sam, and you wouldn’t spend your time holding hands on hunt with Cas, and you most definitely wouldn’t sing your guys’ song with anyone besides the elder Winchester.

It just wouldn’t feel right.

You had about ten seconds left to make a move, but after fair debate with your thoughts, time relapsed and you were still in the same position you were in ten seconds earlier.

“Well Winchester, if I we do go, tomorrow, at least we know the truth,” You smiled as you twiddled with the silver ring he was wearing on his hand intertwined with yours.

Dean nodded and you looked up in his eyes, realizing that he had no spec of neglect or rejection in his eyes. You spent the next minutes in each others’ arms when Cas and Sam returned with our tickets for the show.

“You guys have fun,” Sam smirked to which you chuckled lightly.

“Yup. This stud just couldn’t keep his hands off me,” you teased, standing up and helping the elder hunter to his feet.

“Please, you’re the one who nuzzled your face into my neck, gorgeous” Dean retaliated as you wrapped your shawl around your waist and he grasped your hand in his, fitting like a glove, and locked your fingers like in shoulder wars
He smiled at you once more and you felt dejavu all over.

He gave you the same look, he gave you when he told you he loved you every hunt, gripping your hand like you would be gone after that night, hoping, it wouldn’t be the last time your fingers fit perfectly in his.

Sam and Cas walked ahead as the angel described how much he enjoyed his “first aquatic experience” and you giggled at his childishness, when dean brought your tangled fingers up to his pouty lips and pressed a tender kiss to the back of your hand, letting it linger before whispering to you.

“We’re always going to have our moments of light…. even in the dark.”

You smiled at him, heart belting with joy, and walked away as you hummed.

The garden was blessed by the gods of me and you

We headed West just to find ourselves some truth, ohh

What you waiting for, now what you waiting for,


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