Here we can see a handsome creature called Jensen Ackles, who is looking at the damage he has done to my heart. It doesn’t seem to affect him that much…

Imagine detective Dean Winchester flirting with you while working on your case.

“I have to see him!” you raised your voice as the policeman refused to let you pass.

“M'am I told you, detective Winchester cannot see you now. He’s busy!” he repeated what he had told you just a few seconds ago and you glared at him.

“I heard you the first time! But I’m telling you I need to see him!” you insisted, trying to push him aside but still glaring at him as he grabbed onto your arm and wouldn’t let you go.

“M'am please don’t make me use force to make you leave. Understand that he is busy!” he was obviously getting annoyed as well but it wasn’t your fault he couldn’t understand.

“I know that very well-” you almost growled “But he’s told me I can come to him anytime I want to see him. And I am not playing here! This is about a case!” you tried pushing past him but he wouldn’t budge.

“Mam!” his voice rose, scaring you for a moment “I told you he cannot see you now, he is busy! And if it is about a case then there are plenty of other officers to talk to!”

“But you don’t understand!” you raised your own voice “Dea- Detective Winchester is the one taking care of it! Please just let me in for even a second and you’ll see for yourself!” you insisted but he wouldn’t have any of it.

“Miss enough!” he shouted, practically pushing you and making you stumble “I told,you cannot see the detective now that-”

“What the hell is going on here?” Dean’s voice clearly laced with anger caught both of yours attention. The policeman’s grip on you loosened for a moment and you found the opportunity to slip from his arms and ran straight to Dean.

Being the damsel in distress was not your thing but this week had been one of the hardest of your life. You had tried putting off going to Dean for your case again but at this point you thought you were almost going crazy, you needed answers and at the same time… his comfort. His arms were like a small heaven to you that you’d found in your darkest times. And at the moment you needed it more than anything. So without even thinking you crashed right into his arms, and he didn’t miss a second to hold you tightly to him.

“Hey!” the policeman protested, angry at you but didn’t do anything to pull you away from Dean’s embrace “Sorry detective, she just wouldn’t stop asking to see you. I told her you were busy but she wouldn’t have any of it.” he said to Dean as he pointed at you, giving you a glare.

But it was nothing compared to the one Dean shot him “And why didn’t you let her in the first time?”

“Wh-what?” he blinked “You were busy, you have been talking with-”

“That’s not a fucking excuse!” Dean roared and you too felt scared for a moment “Let me make it clear for ya Josh, and let everybody else know. Whenever (Y/n)- Miss (Y/l/n) comes asking for me you will let her in, even if I’m talking with the fucking president of the US, got it?”

“Uh ye-yeah- yes sir, got it.” he lowered his head as Dean mumbled a rough ‘Good’ to him.

“Oh and Josh, next time you or anyone decides to use force on her to make her do anything- anything she doesn’t want-” he clenched his jaw, taking a look around him as everyone was practically watching in grave silence, fear written over most of their faces “-I’ll make sure you won’t be allowed to hold a gun not even on Halloween, much less fire you.” he said seriously and for a moment you looked down, feeling guilty for being the reason to all this trouble.

“Come on.” he whispered more softly to you, his hand rubbing the small of your back as you bit your lower lip and walked with him; not daring to look around you. You could feel the stares of everyone on you already, just as you could hear the whispers especially from those assistants that you’d gotten to meet over the couple times you’d been at the police station for your case.

“I’m sorry” you finally breathed out as you got inside his office, pulling away from him and slumping down on a chair.

“Sweetheart-” he sighed, kneeling in front of you and soon cupping your face, making you look him in the eyes “-You don’t get to apologize, alright? Never.”

“I’m just-” you bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to get distracted by how good he looked in that blue button-up shirt with his dark tie loose around his neck. You spotted his long black coat hanging somewhere and for a moment you got carried away thinking how good he looked in that too.

You shook your head, brushing away all of the thoughts as you fidgeted with your hands “I just really needed to see you, that’s all. I didn’t think I- I’d cause such a mess.” you mumbled and he shook his head.

“You’re not causing a mess, you never are, beautiful.” he leaned to kiss your forehead, making a blush creep up your cheeks “It’s better now that they know how to treat you. Come on, relax now. Want something to drink?” he asked, already getting up to get you something.

“Just some coffee if you’ve got.” you said softly and he nodded his head “I drink it-” you started again but he cut you off.

“I know.” he grinned softly “I remember.” he sounded proud “Here” and he handed you a cup, proving you right on what he’d said.

“Hm you really do.” you bit your lip and he grinned.

“I wouldn’t be such a good detective if I wasn’t conservative or didn’t have a good memory.” he shrugged and you hummed in agreement “Especially about things that interest me.” he added softly, sitting right next to you.

Your eyebrows shot up and a small smirk formed on your lips. Not even five minutes with Dean and you were already loosening up and relaxing, forgetting about what troubled you and what occupied not only your day but also night.

“And the way I drink my coffee interests you?” you asked shyly and he chuckled, shaking his head.

“The coffee? No, I’m not interested in the coffee.” he gave you an adorable grin, making you frown for a second.


“I’m interested in you.” he said honestly, biting his lip softly and making you thankful that you were sitting because your knees already felt weak.

“Detective-” you started but stopped when you saw a disappointed look take over his face.

“I thought we were clear on this, (Y/n). It’s Dean for you.” he stated softly and you nodded your head with a small smile “But- it’s probably not the time to talk about it. Is it?” he noticed how reserved you were, more so than usual and he frowned deeply.

“Well actually-” you started but pursed your lips, stopping yourself.

“What is it?” he asked in a low voice, protectiveness taking over “Because I’m guessing you’re not here just for my charming smile and pretty eyes.” he chuckled, managing to make you ease up a little bit.

“Well, although that is a good enough reason-” you smiled slightly, not meeting his eyes as you felt your cheeks burn at his mere gaze “It’s not just that, no.”

“Tell me what’s going on?” he asked, tugging a few strands of hair behind your ear as his hand rested on the back of your neck.

“I-” you trembled slightly as you thought about it. Talking with Dean, being in his presence and his arms you felt safe and comfortable. Like it was just the two of you and you didn’t have to worry about anything. But reality was much more cruel.

“I think she’s back Dean.” you admitted, looking up at him with eyes laced with tears and fear, shock written over his face as well soon turning into anger and defense.

“And she’s coming for me.”

Birthday - 200 Followers Celebration - Request

This is from my 200 Followers Celebration.

Requested by @oaisara:  can u do #21 (birthday) where tfw is celebrating her birthday? and as for the answer to the question, my birthday is january 2nd :)

Characters: Dean x reader (kind of), Sam, Cas.

Word count: 2,285

Warnings: None.

A/N: I added a bit of Dean x reader moments because I know you’re as in love with him as I am. This made me feel all kinds of things, and I loved it and I hope you love it too. Enjoy!

For the first time in ages, she woke up past 7 am. Being a hunter included being wide awake at 3 am, sleeping only for a couple hours every other day, etc. So when she opened her eyes and read on the “7:45” on the clock, she felt both rested and highly concerned.

Usually, if she slept too much, Sam or Dean would get to her room and wake her up. That morning, not even the boy’s snores could be heard, and as the paranoid huntress she was, it could only mean that they were either dead or in trouble.

She jumped out of bed, hiding a knife on her pyjama pants and a hand gun on her sleeve. She walked out of her room with all of her senses at maximum, not even caring if she was walking with bare feet on the cold floor.

The bunker was as silent as it was when they first got there. It felt like a ghost town, because not even the usual smell of coffee and bacon was there. For a second she prayed that that was just a dream; that she would wake up by Dean tickling her or Sam playfully sitting over her stomach. But it was real, and she knew it.

She checked Dean’s room. It was empty, and so was Sam’s. She checked the garage, only to find that Baby and every other car were still there. She started getting anxious, and prayed to Chuck that none of the boys were dead.

Suddenly, she heard a noise. She held the gun in both hands and walked over to the place where she had heard it. She was very careful with her steps, and she checked her surrounding every so often, just like the boys had taught her.

“Shh… You’re going to wake her up.” She heard Sam whispering.

“It’s not my fault this bunker echoes every freaking sound!” Dean whispered back.

“That’s why you have to be careful!” Sam hissed.

“I don’t understand why…” Cas began, but was immediately shushed by the Winchesters for speaking too loudly, “Sorry… I don’t understand why you don’t want to wake her up.”

“I’ve told you, it’s a surprise for her.” Dean sighed, and (Y/N) could see him rolling his eyes on her mind, “If she wakes up, she finds out before we finish and the surprise is ruined.” Well, it was already ruined, but the boys didn’t know that.

(Y/N) considered her options and decided it would be better to run back to her room before the boys found out she was awake. After all, the Winchesters weren’t really the kind of guys that worried about birthdays, so having them plan a surprise for her was way too awesome to ruin it.

She walked back as silently as possible. She sat on her bed, under the blankets and grabbed her phone. She tried to play some games and do some research, but her excitement had begun to grow and it was far too distracting for her to focus on anything else.

Instead, she decided to sit there in silence, wondering what kind of strange surprise the brothers had planned for her and even practicing her surprising look, as well as her thank you speech.

It felt like ages, but right in the middle of another fantasy, Sam knocked on her door. (Y/N) messed her hair even more and tried to look like she had recently woken up. “Come in.” She said with her best morning voice.

Sam’s face appeared at the door. “Are you awake?”

“Yeah I… I think I over-slept.” She chuckled, fidgeting her fingers in excitement.

“I think you did.” Sam breathed out a laugh as he finally entered the room. He had a big smile on his face, and he was fully dress. Also, he had brushed his hair, which was far too cute not to notice.

“Is everything okay?” (Y/N) asked, trying not to act like she knew.

“Yeah I… I found something in one of the book and…” Sam stuttered, not knowing what to say. He and Dean had planned everything except that.

“Right.” (Y/N) giggled at Sam’s dumbfounded look.

“So uh… Want to come and see it?” Sam gave her a boyish grin.

“Sure.” (Y/N) replied nonchalantly. Getting up from bed and following Sam downstairs.

He took her to a room that was usually empty – the one she had heard the noise in – and she couldn’t help but to gasp at the change. The brothers had set a table, which was pressed against a wall. It had a nice table cloth, and it had all kinds of snacks over it. The room had a bunch of (Y/F/C) balloons and it smelled like chocolate.

“Surprise!” Sam, Dean and Cas cheered. Of course it wasn’t the typical surprise-birthday party with a bunch of people because all of their friends were dead; however, it was more than amazing. Dean pushed a button on his phone and her favourite music started playing.

“Guys!” She squealed, “Thank youuuuuu!” And so, her many thank-you speeches went to Hell, because she forgot everything.

Sam chuckled and wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tightly and even lifting her a few inches from the floor for a couple seconds before putting her back down and letting go. By then, Dean was already waiting for his turn, and didn’t lose a single second to hold her tightly against him. His hands around her waist, her face pressed against his chest. He left a kiss on her temple and then let go, allowing Cas to hold her. The angel still didn’t know exactly how to hug, so he just awkwardly wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her closer. After a while, Dean gestured for him to let go, and the angel obeyed.

(Y/N) smiled at the three men, feeling thankful for having found someone as nice and caring as they were living in the type of life they lived.

“So, are you going to stare at us or do you want me to give you the tour?” Dean joked.

“Give me the tour, D.” (Y/N) encouraged him using the same playful tone.

Dean guided her to the end of the room, where the table was set. It had a whole bowl of bacon – presumably Dean’s idea – a few others with her favourite candies, another one with chopped fruit – that was Sam’s – and a plate with chips. Of course, her favourite non-alcoholic drink was on the menu, and Dean had managed to convince Sam to add some beers there as well.

“Who doesn’t like snacks for breakfast, huh?” Dean wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

“I told Dean it would be a bad idea to get this done in the morning but…” Sam was interrupted.

“Sammy, it’s the best breakfast ever! How dare you?” (Y/N) giggled at the argument, whilst Cas just squinted and alternated his gaze between the brothers.

The Dean showed her how, at the opposite corner, they had improvised a movie room. There were two mattresses on the floor, covered with a bunch of blankets and all kinds of pillows, and Sam had installed his TV right in front of it.

Of course Sam made her eat the fruit, and Dean made her eat the bacon. Both brothers shared the food with her as Cas sat there in silence, smiling at the exchange in front of him. He loved the three hunters in front of him, and he loved to see them happy and at peace just like they were in that exact moment.

After the fruit and bacon was over. The brothers dragged (Y/N) and Castiel to the “movie theatre”. (Y/N) had no shoes already, but the brothers and Cas had to take theirs off before they all huddled together in the two mattresses, with (Y/N) right in the middle.

Sam turned the TV on with the remote controller, opened the Netflix app and immediately searched for her favourite film, playing it without any further words. Dean turned off the music by pressing another button on his phone and Cas moved the candy bowls from the table to the mattresses with the blink of an eye.

They watched (Y/N)’s three favourite movies, and not even Dean complained. It was a once in a lifetime moment, and (Y/N) was enjoying every last bit of it.

“Gift time!” Dean chanted as the last movie’s credits started rolling.

(Y/N) widened her eyes. Not only had they prepared a surprise party, with food, and a movie corner just like the ones in preppy blogs, and watched her favourite films; no, they had also got her gifts. It was surreal.

Dean appeared with three boxes, putting them right in front of her, who was still at the mattresses with Cas and Sam beside her.

“Pick one.” Dean urged her. She looked down at the three boxes: one was red with a silver bow, it was small; the second one was completely black and bigger than the first, but flat. The third was white and it had a (Y/F/C) bow and a little note, it was the biggest.

“I don’t know which one to pick first.” She chuckled. Truth is she never expected to get gifts from them, especially because their life didn’t give a cent. But there she was, staring at three different gifs.

“Open mine.” Cas begged. He had been the one to struggle the most while finding a proper present and so he was very nervous – if an angel could be nervous – to see if she liked it. “It’s the red one.”

(Y/N) nodded and held the box. It was quite heavy. She opened it carefully, revealing a beautiful crystal bottle. “Cas, this is…”

“It’s a perfume made in Heaven…” Cas explained, smiling shyly at her.

“It’s… Thanks.” She carefully put the bottle aside and hugged him tightly. “I love it.”

“It’s the same perfume they use on flowers.” Cas smiled proudly, receiving a kiss on the cheek.

“Now open mine!” Sam begged once (Y/N) finished with Cas. “It’s the white one… The bigger.” Sam wiggled his eyebrows.

Of course that was Sam’s. He was careful enough to get her the right bow colour, and it sure as hell had something she had mentioned wanting and had already forgotten it. Sam was good with remembering details.

She grabbed the white box and opened it. A silky fabric was on top, and she had to move it to reveal the most gorgeous dress she had ever seen.

“You always complain about not having clothes to go out so I figured you’d like it.” He explained.

“It’s just what I had in mind, thank you!” She kissed Sam’s cheek as well. She was about to hug her when Dean cleared his throat to get her attention.

“You’ll love mine, sweetheart.” He spoke, “You should open it.”

(Y/N) laughed at his behaviour and grabbed the black box. Of course Dean wouldn’t mind in getting a nice wrapper or a bow, but that was his style and (Y/N) didn’t have a single issue about it. She removed the lid, showing her a shiny silver necklace with a charm that was way too similar to the boys’ anti-possession tattoo.

“Dean, I can’t…”

“Yes you can.” Dean winked at her. He sat beside her, taking the necklace from the box and putting it on her. His fingers stroked the back of her neck as he made sure that her hair didn’t tangle with the chain and then, the three men admired how she looked with it.

“I think that necklace would look awesome with the dress.” Sam commented as he alternated his gaze between the dress and the necklace.

“I think (Y/N) deserves to go get a few drinks while wearing her new dress and her super-awesome protective charm.” Dean winked at her once more.

“She should also use the perfume.” Cas suggested and the brothers nodded in agreement.

“Boys, I…”

“I nothing.” Sam stated, “Go get changed and we’ll wait for you at the car.”

(Y/N) ended up giving up. The angel followed her to her room, carrying the boxes for her whilst the brothers cleaned everything up before leaving. She got changed, fixed her hair and used just a few drops of the perfume. It smelled just like fresh flowers.

She took a final look of herself in the mirror before walking out of her room.

“Alright, Cas I…” But the angel was no longer there. Instead, Dean was leaning against the wall beside her door. His eyes travelled from her head to toes, whistling in admiration.

“You look gorgeous, sweetheart.” He smiled at her flirtingly.

“Thanks.” She blushed.

“Sam and Cas are waiting at the car, and uh…” He got closer, “I was thinking, why did Cas and Sam got a kiss on the cheek and I didn’t?”

(Y/N) giggled, “Maybe because Sam literally pushed me to get changed.”

“Well, you’re changed and Sam isn’t here.” Dean wiggled his eyebrows, ripping a soft laugh from her lips.

She stood on her tip toes, willing to leave a kiss on his cheek, but Dean was faster and moved just enough for her kiss to land on his lips.

At first, (Y/N) stiffened in shock, but almost instantly after she melted into Dean’s arms. It wasn’t long, and definitely not the kind of kiss to ruin her hair; but it was everything she had ever dream of.

Dean broke the kiss, giving her a wide grin. “So?”

Best birthday ever!” Dean laughed at her statement and then held her hand, guiding her to the garage and off to one of the best nights she had had in years.

It was in fact, the best birthday ever.

My birthday: January 23, aka a day before Dean. We were so close…

Imagine being the only one Tom can't hurt because his love for you is stronger than Harry Warden's effect on him.

“Can I- can I ask you something?” you whispered wrapping a bandage on his arm, your eyes glancing up for a mere second into his bloody face.

“What?” his voice was in a thick whisper, and you couldn’t blame him much. The truth had been so hard for you to take as well, much less him. He’d been plagued by nightmares for so long only to realize that all of it was real. That all of thethings he’d done as Harry Warden were real.

You let a small sigh, taking his hand in yours “You- you didn’t know about this, did you? Please tell me- the truth, I need that.”

“(Y/n)” he breathed out in such a broken way it made you feel all the more guilty for the doubts you were having “No, no I had no idea. Do you think I wouldn’t have done anything to stop it… me, if I knew I was the killer?”

“Please don’t say that.” you squeezed his hand, resting your head on his shoulder for a moment.

He was hesitant but brought a hand up to play with your hair, rubbing softly on your head. It was almost impossible to believe this man that was so loving and kind could have such a dark part in him. A dark side that for some really odd reason never touched you, much less killed you.

“You know I wouldn’t take it.” you let out a shaky sigh and he kissed the side of your head.

“I know.” he whispered, his own eyes casting down.

“But-” you licked your lips pulling away to look in those green eyes you feel for long ago and that now that you knew held something different in them “Tom.” you whispered and he frowned.

“What is it?” you could feel him tense up so you had to rub your thumb over his hand to ease him up.

“Remember the- the other night when- when I woke up after we-” you paused for a second and he smiled softly kissing your cheek “After we made love-” you breathed out “That I woke up and didn’t find you in bed?”

He gave you subtle nod “I- Yeah, the night he- I killed-”

“He, Tom. It’s all his doing.” you cupped his face, covered in blood “Well the thing is I- I’ve been thinking about it since we found the truth and- and Harry took over didn’t he?” you whispered and he gave you a weak nod.

“All he wanted was to kill the people that were there that time at the mines, ten years ago. But I- I was there too, Tom. I was there as well but all the times, all the times Harry took over, just like that night, he never hurt me. And I- why am I still alive? Why has he not hurt me yet? Is he planning to-”

“No.” he cut you off sternly “No don’t say that. And don’t you dare think about it either.” he squeezed your hand and shoulder and you let out a shaky sigh.

“I’m sorry I just- this doesn’t make sense and I am only thinking that-”

“Don’t think about it you hear me?” he cupped your face “Harry is not and will never lay a finger on you, you hear me? I’d much rather take my life than let him hurt you.”

“So… you are the reason why?” you whispered and he gave you a soft shrug, a small sad smile forming on his lips.

“I guess I love you too much that even he can feel it. It sounds messed up, but hell that’s my life anymore.”


“I’m here, i’m here sorry i’m lat- You guys got another angel around here?” You asked staring at Henry across the room. 

“What? No, Y/N this is Henry… he’s our grandfather.”

“He’s dressed like Cas, you can’t blame me for asking.. wait, he’s your grandfather?

10x14 “The Executioner’s Song”
“Well if you guys would excuse me, I think I am going to sleep for about 4 days…”

I’m sure I wasn’t the only one, who felt shivers running down her spine when Dean walked out of the kitchen. That look in his eyes is terrifying, because it reminds so much of the expression on his face after the massacre in 10x09 “The Things We Left Behind”. Sam might have told Dean that Dean not going crazy after killing Cain was a sign of hope and Dean said that he agreed it might be. Ultimately though, both of them knew perfectly well that things are far from anywhere in the ballpark of okay as Sam’s words to Cas a few minutes later reveal. And Dean? He tries to keep up appearance as long as he faces them, After that… Well, you see it. What do you think is going through his head here? After he killed Abaddon he admitted to Crowley that there was “this whole other thing” and “that he couldn’t turn it off”. That was Abaddon, a Knight. How much worse do you think this is going to be when you kill The Father of Murder?


“So what are your names?” you asked them.

“Uh I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean. You’ve probably heard of us” he said with a chuckle.

“Yeah, Winchesters. Famous among the hunters” Dean said with a chuckle of his own.

And you felt all color drain from your face. Your blood run cold and your heart stop beating. Your breathing became slow and heavy.

You had to leave.


“Uh I will uhm- It was great meeting you guys. Sam. Dean. But I uh have actually a job to do and yeah” you laughed nervously, rubbing the back of your neck.

“Wait you didn’t tell us your name” Sam spoke up, a small smile gracing his lips.

A smile that you immediately felt yourself captivated by.

“Uh it’s uh…” your mind went completely blank when you had to answer. You rubbed your arm nervously, not realizing how the sleeve of your shirt went slightly up.

“It’s-” you started speaking again only to be cut off by Dean.

“(Y/f/n) (Y/l/n)” he breathed out almost in disbelief and you immediately felt your eyes widen and as he walked towards you and grabbed your hand to reveal his name written on your wrist.

You swallowed the lump in your throat but did not say a word as you saw your name written on his own wrist. You opened your mouth to speak but you could not utter a word as you saw him back away from you.

You could actually understand him at this point. He had just found his soulmate, his other half, the one he was meant to be with but at the same time someone that… his brother was meant to be with as well.

“(Y/n)?” Sam breathed out from next to you and you turned your head to look at him stare at you in disbelief, his eyes almost tearing up.

“Hey Sammy” you waved at him and as you raised your hand, the sleeve fell slightly down and revealed Sam’s name written on your left wrist.

Sam smiled more as he slowly moved the sleeve of his jacket to the side and showed your his left wrist as well. Your name written there.

Supernatural Reality- Part 3

This is the third part of the Supernatural Reality series, inspired by impalalalalardis-1067. ( but-deans-back-tho, there’s no smut yet, but there will be!)

Part 1 Part 2 (Read these first!)

Summary: Cas tells the reader how she got here in the first place, but why she was leaving Dean remains a mystery for now. In the meantime, the reader can’t help but feel something for Dean, even without her memories.

Word Count: 2128

Warnings: None

A/N: For anyone interested, this will definitely have a few more parts. The next one will definitely be smutty because I can’t help myself.

“I was trying to leave you? Why?” You were barely keeping your head above water here. So, Supernatural was not actually your favorite television show, it was reality. Not only that, but you had met the Winchesters and gotten involved with Dean. And now you were trying to leave him and go back to the world where Dean was just a character played by Jensen Ackles.

If you woke up right now in a psychiatric hospital where you were being hunted by a wraith, you wouldn’t be a bit surprised. 

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Let her go

Pairing: Jared Padalecki x female!reader
requested: Numbers 2 and 56 with Jared, please with a cherry on top?!!! 😊
Summary: A one shot inspired by the song Let her go by Passenger and the following requested drabble numbers: 
2. “I need you to forgive me.” / 56. “I want to come home.”
Words: 1562
Warning: angst, crying, heartache… idk what else… 

Mhh I like cherries :D where are my Cherries?! *insert angry crowley voice here*

Also, here is the song I listened to when writing this: Let Her Go - Passenger

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“Wait wait wait- Wait a second!” Dean raised his hands in front of him to stop Sam from keeping on talking. Sam pursed his lips in a thin line, the worst thought krept up his mind.

Was Dean going to say that he knew you were not interested for Sam? That you saw him as only a brohter- which would not be suprriing after so many years of being with them, anyway. Or worst, was he going to say that you had somebody already? The thought alon made Sam shudder in fear.

It was true, while he had not admitted it to anybody else but Dean, now anyway, that over the course of time he had started to develope feelings for you. Just like the older Winchester, Sam had also known you ever since you were little and since you had the same age it was much easier for you to bond with him. You practically grew up with them, seeing as you were a family friend, but also went on hunts together and Sam clearly remembers you always being there for him when he needed you. You were the shoulder he always needed to lean when things got to much for him to handle and he couldn’t help but realize that slowly but surely he had started to develope feelings for you.

So here he was, talking about his feelings to his brother that knew all-too-well, actually mostly because he had gotten to spend a lot of time with you lately (even if that was something that made Sam just slightly jealous- ok a lot). But that was just another reason why he was talking with Dean. He needed everything to be clear so that he could finally make a move.

Easier said than done he kept thinking to himself.

“Come again?” Dean looked at his brother with a raised eyebrow.

Sam let out a somewhat relived sigh, although Dean had not told him clearly that you were not with someone.

“I kinda- I mean- I actualy-” he let out a somewhat frustrated sigh, runnign a hand theough his hair “I like (Y/n). Like, a LOT. And- I want to make a move- to, you know, maybe ask her out. But-” he felt a lump form on his throat “-I wanted to know if she’s with someone-” he emphasized on the word, looking closely at Dean for a reaction. None yet.

“And seeing as you are really close- awfully close lately, I thought that maybe you knew something” slight venom dripped from Sam’s voice at the word as he could not help but feel left out at you being so close with Dean and not him.

It had not been happening for very long. You would not spend all your time with Sam like you used to for all those years but instead when he was there you’d avoid eye-contact with him, mumble a few things and not saying much, blushing even sometimes and above all (what hurt him the most) was how you’d come up with such weak excuses and hurry out of the room. And even worse? None of that happened with Dean. You;d always be talking and talking with him, and being really close to him (gosh did that hurt Sam) and when he came into the room you’d automatically change the subject, all the while avoiding him let’s not forget.

“You. Like. Her? Like really really like her? In the- I wanna slam you against the wall and kiss you till you cannot breath and then-”

“Yes!” Sam exclaimed, raising his hands to stop him from continuing “Yes in that… way.” he cleared his throat, avoiding eye-contact with Dean as a small blush rose up his cheeks. He could not help it.

Just like he could not help the images that flashed through his mind at that moment.

He shifted on his chair as he waited for Dean to say something.

“You’re kidding me right?”

That certainly caught Sam off-guard.


“You’re kidding me. You must be kidding me. That’s (Y/n) we’re talking about here!” Dean exclaimed as if what he meant was the most obviosu thing in the world.

“Uh… yeah? I- I really don’t see your point Dean” Sam sighed.

“You don’t- You don’t see my point?! What the hell?!” he all-bu-shrieked “That’s (Y/n), Sam! You cannot have freaking feelings for her! She’s like a sister to us! You are not supposed to want to- to bang her damn it! You are supposed to be the one to stay up till late at night with me when she is on a date, wanting to ask her questions as she tried to sneak back into the bunker after the dude has dropped her off. You are not supposed to be that dude man!”

“Wait-” Sam raised a hand, a small smile started to spread on his lips “This is not because of what I am supposed to be, is it?” he looked at Dean with a knowing look (and a relived one at that) “It is because of what you are supposed to be to her- what you are actually acting like. Like her brother. I am right, aren’t I?”

“…No” it was not convincing at all “Alright maybe but that is not the point. You-”

“No, you Dean. You are starting to act overprotective all of a sudden. You are acting like her lder brother that wants to protect her but- I would never do something to hurt her Dean and you know it. Dean come on- You know how much I care about her. All I need- all I need is some help to just make this damn move a-and just a way to tell her how I feel, that’s all.”

“As if you need it” Dean mumbed mostly to himslf, making Sam frown for a second.


“Just shut up” Dean snapped, looking at him with a dead serious face “I ain’t gonna be there to give you every little piece of advice on how to get her, you won’t need to even try. Trust me, I know more than you do.” Sam wanted but did not have time to question it as Dean kept going. HE took the last few steps forward and stood right directly in front of him, pointing a finger “But mind my words Samuel, that girl is family and you sure as hell be sure that if you do the least bit of thing to hurt her I am going to hunt down your ass and make you pay for it. And I am not kidding and you know it” he-all-but-glared at him.

“I-” Sam could not say more.

“Hey guys!” your voice was heard through the bunker and Sam instatnly froze, the butterflies erupting in his stomach that was into a knot.

Dean looked at him with a smirk. He patted him on the shoulder whispering “Good luck” and leaving his side in an instant.

But his next words to you actually made Sam’s eyes widen.

“Hey (Y/n), Sammy’s got something to tell you”

Oh boy.

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“Y/N? Is everything okay? I heard you yell, and-”

His voice cut off abruptly as he saw the squirming pile of fur in your arms. The dog looked up at Sam and yipped playfully, trying even harder now to escape your arms. Sam looked from the dog’s face to yours, back and forth, obviously confused.

“What.. who..”

“Well, he was on sale at the pet shop, because of it being National Dog Day and all, so I thought I’d buy him. He can keep us company, can’t you, Max?”

At first, Sam had no reaction. Then his face melted into one filled with joy, and he knelt on the floor with open arms. “Here, boy! Here, Max!”

As the dog finally broke free of your hold, Sam’s eyes caught yours. He didn’t even have to say thank you. That look was more than enough to make you happy.

“I’ll leave you two to bond.”

13. “Kiss me.” /  37. “Wanna dance?”

anon request: 13 or 37 or both? sam x reader?

I know there are a lot of imagines like this out there, but I could never quite identifiy with them so I decided to write my own, hope you like it. :)

Also thank you so much for your lovely messages. They really made me smile and I realised I need to keep writing to feel better. You are amazing, thank you <3

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