Amelia: Cool! Sam: “Cool” ?! Nice weekend?! Amelia: I’m not out of the house: I opened the boxes! Addison: You’re there for three months! Amelia: I’m methodical! Violet: You should get out and do things that make you feel better! Cooper: We have just saying goodbye “cool”! Amelia: Thanks Cooper! Addison: Have you met some neighbor?! Amelia: I am committed to my recovery! Violet: Socializing is an integral part of your recovery, have you ever tried to go out with a man?! Amelia: To see how much it takes to escape the other way?! Violet: Oh, come on! We are all doctors, doctors who do not scare easily. I would be willing to go out with someone chosen by us?! Amelia: If I say no you do stories ! Sam: Yes! Addison: Yes .. Amelia: All right! But do not make me regret it!
between Sam and Dean in Mr. McGregor’s living room, fidgeting just a bit. Dean
put his hand on your knee in a futile attempt to stop it from bouncing up and
down while you questioned the man. “So…you were friends with Dirk?” Mr.
McGregor asked. You averted your gaze to the floor, letting Sam do the talking
sir.” Sam answered. “In high school.”
don’t recall Dirk having many friends at Truman.” Mr. McGregor leaned back in
his chair and looked at the three of you with slight shock on his face.
did…” Dean looked at you and cleared his throat, “uh…when did Dirk pass?”
was 18.” Mr. McGregor said, voice breaking. “First there was the drinking, then
drugs, and then too many drugs…and then he just slipped through my fingers.” He
choked back tears. “It was my fault. I should have seen it coming, you know?
Dirk…he had his troubles.”
kind of troubles?” You questioned, finally finding your voice.
This one is for the other writer Beth, we realized no one has asked for a Sam imagine yet and we feel the moose needs love.
“I don’t want to see Crowley” you groan laying on the couch in the
bunker, flicking through the channels. You were bored but not bored enough to
go see him.
“Why not?” Sam chuckled trying to pull you off the couch. You’d been
best friends with the brothers since you were younger but one drunken night he
had admitted feelings and you’d been together since.
“He is annoying.” You try to quickly make up an excuse, “He gives you
stupid nicknames and I don’t have one” you cross your arms across your chest in
“I don’t have a nickname?” Castiel says from the other side of the room.
“Yes you do. He calls you wings” you sigh, “Dean is squirrel and Sam is
Moose. You don’t even look like a moose, it’s stupid.”
“Yes he does.” Dean shouted from
the kitchen with his head in the fridge. His cheeks packed with food as his
words where muffled. Well he was right about him being Squirrel by the way he
stuffs his face.
“Fine common then.” You grumble and follow them to the Impala.
As you walk in you see the king of hell in all his smug glory.
“Look who is it, Moose and Mrs. Moose” Crowley grinned as you and Sam
made your way towards him.
“That would only work if we were married Crowley” you said, rolling your
eyes as you folded your arms.
“Well then you better hurry up and get married because I’m not changing
the nickname” he chuckled, “I thought of it by myself, wasted half an
hour of my precious time.”
“M-married?” Sam sputtered and blushed making Dean chuckle.
The bunker was quiet when you got home. The deal with Crowley had gone
well but his constant chatting made you tired.
You laid in bed, the duck feather pillows supporting your head like a cloud as your
eyes close sleepily. A strong arm comes around your torso and holds you close
to his firm chest. “Mmm hey you.” You mutter happily.
Sam nuzzled into the back of your neck and moved his hair from his eyes,
tying it into a small ponytail quickly. “So I was thinking…” He mumbled almost
You hum for him to carry on as he paused for such a long time.
“W-would you like to be Mrs. Moose?” he blushed as you turned to face
“Did you just propose calling me Mrs. Moose?” you chuckle and kiss him passionately.
“Of course I will moose boy.”
He smiled widely and pulled you into the tightest hug ever. Screw bear hugs, moose hugs are better.
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, OC Words: 1392 Requested by Anonymous Summary: The reader is from a very wealthy family, but left the life long ago. She, Dean, and Sam return to go to her cousin’s wedding and she’s reminded that she made the right decision.
“Y/N, do we really have to go?” Dean whined from the main
room, getting dressed in his suit.
do,” you said.
you making me go?” Sam whined as well, “Dean’s your boyfriend. He should be the
only one to suffer.”
making you go for moral support for the poor sap,” you giggled, “Besides, I
need both of my guys to get through this one.”
scaring me a little bit, Babe,” Dean said.
don’t know my family,” you said, slipping into the light pink dress. You hair
was curled as perfectly as you could get it, and you were pleased with how you
had done your make-up. You had to look good for your cousin’s wedding. Your
entire family would be staring at you to see if they could find a flaw.