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supernatural---imagines · 5 years

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She’s Not You - Part 2 (Dean Imagine)

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This part of the story focuses more on the second part of the original request. Angst and fluff :)

It had been a few months since Dean Winchester chose you. He proposed for you to come on the road with him and the Sam and become a part of their team permanently, and you graciously accepted. These boys had taught you so much in the time you’d been with them, and they had introduced you to Bobby, the man who’s house you all spent a lot of time in.

You were leaning against Bobby’s kitchen counter, nursing a cup of coffee listening to the songs of the birds on the other side of the open window. You took in your surroundings; all 6 foot 4 of Sam sprawled out on the couch fast asleep, beer bottles and books from late night researching last night, the peeling wallpaper that hadn’t been re-done in years, the blood stained floor boards from casualties and torturing sessions, the musty smell of the old house, the sound of the creaking floor of Bobby walking upstairs, and then you laid your eyes upon the beautiful man sitting at the kitchen table. He was relaxed back in his chair, head towards the ceiling deep in thought about something. You traced your eyes over his features; his freckles lightly dusted over his nose, gorgeous green eyes that you could get lost in, and his perfect plump lips that seem as though they were made to perfectly fit with yours like two pieces of a puzzle. Your life was so great right now, you’d got the life you’d always wanted. Almost.

“Babe?” You snapped Dean out of his daydream and his attention turned to you. He raised his eyebrows at you, encouraging you to continue.

“Can we go to the store and get some supplies before everyone gets up and back to researching?” You asked. Dean agreed it was a good idea and the two of you set off in the impala to the store, listening to tunes and having a few laughs on the road there.

You arrived at the store, walking through the doors the air conditioning up above blew yours and Dean’s hairs all over the place, making you both laugh at each other. You continued round the store, finding things you needed in between messing about with each other. When you and Dean went anywhere together, it was always a lot of fun. You both joked around and poked fun at each other so much, an onlooker wouldn’t think you were together because you didn’t behave like a “normal” couple.

Dean was paying for the stuff, you walked round behind him, you went up on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek from behind. He blushed and shied away.

“Alright settle down” He dismissed you, making you feel so small. The woman behind the counter held back her laughter as she looked at you, finding it funny that you just got rejected. You walked back to the car together with a lot less fun. This wasn’t the first time this had happened. Up until recently, when you were alone, Dean treated you like you were the only girl in the world, but only at bed time. He treated you like a friend a lot of the time, and it hurt. Compared to how he treated his ex Casey, it was evident that he was more into her. And the more you thought about it, the worse you felt.

You both sat down in the impala seats, and set off home. He turned the radio on and started to sing along, poking you in your side trying to encourage you to join in. When his actions were met by your swatting hand and he looked across to see your stern face, he pulled the car over not willing to go any further with you in a mood. He got out of the car and waited for you, but when you didn’t move he walked round to the passenger side and opened the door, then proceeded to squat down to be at your eye level.

“What’s wrong” He asked. You sighed. Were you about to come across as totally needy with what you were about to say? He asked you again.

“You embarrassed me in that store, Dean.” You stated.

“How?”

“The way you just brushed me off when I tried to kiss you” A lump formed in your throat as you spoke. Dean meant so much to you and you couldn’t bare to hear him explain this, when you knew the answer would be “i’ve realised i’m not into you”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m not big on PDA” He said. He was lying to your face. There was no way he wasn’t big on PDA after that massive display him and Casey put on at the bar after that first night. He also used to be more into affection at the beginning, so he was making no sense.

“Don’t lie. You had plenty of public affection for Casey that night.” You spat, still fighting yourself to keep the tears in. He sighed, and bowed his head, taking a few breaths before looking back up to you.

“There was 2 reasons I was like that at the bar. Casey was so jealous of you. I know we hadn’t seen each other in a while before that hunt, but I still spoke about you a lot and it made her insecure. I was trying to convince her I was into her.” He explained. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to hear about how he was trying to keep another woman happy but will cause you to get upset.

“Another reason was, I was trying to convince myself, y/n. From the first day we saw you on that hunt, you in your FBI gear, hair pinned back. My god you were beautiful. I liked you so damn much, I was all over Casey, trying to convince myself she was what I wanted, but she wasn’t. You were. And that’s why I broke up with her.”

A silent tear escaped from your eye, Dean brought his thumb up to your cheek and wiped it away.

“So what about now?” You asked, looking for further explanation.

“I’m scared” He said, his voice cracking. He puffed his breath out trying to keep his emotion under control.

“Why?”

“I don’t know..” He trailed off.

“No. Come on, why?” You stood your ground, you wanted answers.

“I’m scared of this Y/N!” He shot up, pacing for a few seconds before squatting back down to speak to you.

“You are so important to me. These past few weeks, I’ve felt different and it’s scaring me. If I show you off, hand in hand, kisses, all the rest, then it’s real. Me and you, we’re real. And that just makes things so much harder with this job and worrying about you or losing you. It kills me.” He stopped, but your look of confusion prompted him to continue.

“I guess I’ve put up this guard out of fear, because I really am falling for you and if I fall for you, and something happens, then that will end me.” He explained.

“Well Dean, i’m falling too. And I don’t want to fall alone. If you keep pushing me away, you might lose me anyway” More tears escaped, Dean reached up and cupped your face and placed a gentle kiss to your lips.

“Are we really doing this? The real deal? All in?” He asked as he pulled back. You nodded your head.

“Good. Because I love you.” He confessed, beaming ear to ear as he said the words.

“Me too” You matched his grin and kissed him once more.

He drove back home and you landed back at Bobby’s in no time. You were sat on the sofa, and took in your surroundings once more. Sam at the stove cooking up some sausages for lunch, Bobby telling him he’s doing it wrong from across the room, the new stack of research books at your feet waiting for you, t and Dean’s perfect features once again. Only this time those plump lips were pressed to your temple, and his strong arms were wrapped around you as you lay together on the couch, his freckle dusted nose leaning against your hair as he breathed you in. You tilted your head up to look at him, smiling as he caught your eye.

“Love you” You mouthed.

“Love you too.” Dean replied. Now you really did have the life you always wanted.

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saltyhuntress · 4 years

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Imagine Dean bumping into you at the bar and getting interested

Your shift was coming to an end. It was the time, when the bar became a place of quiet desperation and sadness with lonely drunks falling asleep faces on the table. You especially hated this time of night. You were the one who had to kick out these poor guys. You genuinely felt sorry for them. They wouldn’t be here if they had a place to go to.

"Damn. They’ve been here since sundown and this is all I got." Sara came up to you while you were wiping the glasses, looking sadly at the bills in her hands. You just guessed that there wasn’t much of a tip in there. You scoffed softly.

"Between puke inducing assholes with knives in their boots and sticks up their asses, and bad tippers, I choose first," Sara forced a tight smile, but she was too exhausted to say anything. You could see that clearly. "Hey, you worked a double today. Tell them off, let off some steam. Show those dicks that you’re not doing this for free."

"Hope you’re not talking about us." You and Sara didn’t see the worst-tipper-in-the-world come up to you, looking all dizzy and relaxed. With a little annoying smirk on his face. "We just wanted to order something to go."

"N-no," Sara looked down at her hands shyly, missing your strong gaze at her. Of course, she wasn't going to tell him off. She didn't work long enough here to know that if you weren't tough, you were food. "Sure."

You got back to work watching Sara put up the order and leaving to the kitchen. She put the money on the counter near you. You gave a knowing look to the guy after you counted the bills, but he just smiled a little. And although a thought of how cute his smile actually was crossed your mind, you were still protective of your friend. Even though he didn’t seem like a dick that you called him before. Sara came back pretty quickly with a bag of hot food. The guy threw in a couple of bills, muttered a "thank you" and started to leave, when you caught a saddened look on Sara’s face. There went your patience.

"Nuh-uh." You grabbed Sara by the wrist and caught up to the guy, ignoring her protests and attempts to stay away from this. "Hey!" You caught his attention when you approached, your friend clinging on you desperately to stop. "My friend here busted her ass on a double today, also serving you, what I remember was, like a dozen drinks. The least you could do is to give her a decent tip that she deserves."

The guy stood, a little shook, and probably slow from all the booze, looking at you. You could feel that he was threatened by you and couldn't do anything about. Something in your posture or eyes always made them freeze for a moment. You liked that feeling of power.

"Uhh, sure. Sorry." His gruff voice suddenly became deeper than before, as he nervously got a bill out of his pocket and gave it to Sara. He looked at you again and met only a stern expression and a brow flying up. He pulled out another bill.

"Nice doing business with you." You said with a mischievous grin and turned back to the counter, still holding Sara's hands, who fought with herself not to apologize to him. But when she did look back, she only saw one thing: the same smirk on his face that followed you. He looked... interested. The girl was kind of excited herself, so she kept quiet until the very moment that she left for the night.

"What?" Dean handed the bag to Sam, that was looking at everything from afar with a boyish grin.

"Dude, she totally ripped you off." He laughed a little, but surprisingly for him that comment only made Dean smile too.

"Shut up." He said giving you another look as you cleaned up the counter. "Don't wait up, Sammy."

Dean winked at his brother with a crooked smile and handed him the keys. Sam knew not to argue with the brother, so he accepted the keys and waited until he finally got up to you at the counter, giving him an odd look.

"She's gonna eat him alive." Sam said to himself with a tired sigh, as he left the bar.

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spn-imagines-nation · 5 years

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“W-wait I’m pretty sure that Y/N is at least three times your age.”

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sams-sass · 4 years

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Peeps, I got this shirt at Khols for 80 cents... I am already excited to write Sam Christmas fluff.

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boredoutofmymindwriting · 4 years

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Hey guys, I know I said I was gonna take a break from writing but I'm wondering if anyone would be interested in a Teacher!Jensen x University Student! Reader mini series or a series (depending on how good it'll flow and your reactions to it.)

Feel free to let me know by liking, commenting or shooting me a message! Also let me know if you wanna be tagged in it.

Love y'all - Jo

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angelkurenai · 6 years

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Imagine showing Dean that he’s not old to you and what you really think of him and his age, which only gets him very flustered, hot and bothered.

“O- old.” he scoffed, an adorable - at least to you - pout on his lips “Ol- old m- ma-” he pursed his lips like a little kid whose feelings had just been hurt and shook his head as he walked towards you.

It took you a full minute to understand that he was actually talking in the first place, and what he was saying, because you got so distracted watching stride to you so effortlessly, better than an actual model, in that great suit of his. Not that he didn't look just as good without it but you had only seen so much when patching him up.

“Come again?” you blinked, pushing off the Impala's hood and standing next to him.

“What the hell does he even mean by old?” but he didn't really listen to you as he continued rambling, brows still furrowed, making wild hand motions, stomping his foot like a stubborn child, as realization started to set down on you “I can't be- He's barely a year old and looks nearly twenty times that. I'm not- I don't even look like it! I look like I'm- I don't look like I'm- I can't be... Am I?” he shook his head wildly “That wasn't in the fucking plan. It was totally uncalled for and I-I-” he motioned to himself before just huffing and stopping “It was so not in the script. That's just freaking betrayal, I didn't-”

You gave him a funny look before just shaking your head “Alright, alright how about you take a deep breath and calm down before you get a heart attack or something.”

You had to hold back a giggle but it was freaking hard with how his head snapped in your direction and his face turned into one of utter betrayal and hurt. You could practically hear the 'How dare you.' and you wanted to burst into laughter. However, his brows pulling into a small frown that made you want to wrap him in your arms and apologize for teasing him that instant, made your smile fall a bit.

“What?” he blinked, his voice more rough.

“I'm just saying that there's no hospital nearby and in your age, having a heart attack can be very dangerous if not-” you shrugged as innocently as you could.

“Alright, you know what?” he started saying with an adorable pout, giving you another look of betrayal, shaking his head and turning to leave. But you caught hold of his arm before he could and held him back.

A small giggle escaped your lips “Ok ok, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, that was mean.” you looked up at him with a grin as he crossed his arms over his chest and looked away “Hey, I'm sorry, come on. Don't be like that at me, D. You know you can't stay mad at your sweetheart for very long, can you?”

He tried so freaking hard to keep himself from looking at you. He tried so so bad. Because he knew that the second he looked into those (y/e/c) beautiful eyes, he'd be going soft in split seconds, heck he'd be melting on the inside, he'd pulled in for good and he was already a gonner. But despite his best knowledge, every fiber in his body told him he wanted to look at you, and so he did. And the moment he saw you giving him that sweet smile and puppy eyes that he swore had him wrapped around your finger, he sighed in defeat.

“Wanna tell me what happened? Cause I'm still struggling to understand what went on in there.”

“Only if you promise you won't tease and take his side.” he said seriously.

“Pinky promise.” you nodded your head “No man comes before Dean Winchester for me, you know it.”

He tried to hide the smile that formed on his lips but it was nearly impossible at the sound of those words. He couldn't help the small bit of satisfaction and longing for it to be meant in every way he wanted. He licked his lips and looked away for a second before clearing his throat “Well, as you know, the plan was for me to get in, play bad cop on her while Jack swips in saves her and all that jazz she digs. And sure it all went smoothly, hell too smoothly actually she's all taken by him, but-”

“But?” you tilted your head to the side “Something must have happened to make you like this? You said something about-”

“Old” Dean scoffed, shaking his head “Jack called me an old man! A freaking old man.” he nearly exclaimed, loudly enough so that anyone around could hear.

“J-Jack?” you raised an eyebrow “Jack called you an old man? He actually said old man to you? Dean freaking Winchester? Wow I never thought the kid had it in him. That's what I call some fucking courage.” you snickered, shaking your head in disbelief “Wait, a-and that's why you- you're actually acting like a freaking drama queen?”

“Dr-drama queen?” it was his time to raise both his eyebrows at you “Did you even just hear what I said? Or- or do you actually think I'm... I'm old?”

“Dean, come on.” you giggled “You don't really believe it yourself, do you?”

“I- I mean-” he cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, clenching his jaw “I haven't been called old before. It hasn't been an issue... a lot. But I realized that most people I hang around are close to my age apart from Jack a-and he-he seriously told me 'Back off, old man.' and she- she laughed like she agreed and I'm-” he stopped himself, his voice starting to get a bit high pitched which cause him to stop.

“Old man my ass.” he mumbled in a rough voice, stuffing his hands in pockets and looking away “How many men my age do you know that can do even half the things I do for hunting? No! Will Jack even be able to do any of those when he's my age? Hell no! I've had to run and jump over so many different places. Plus, I don't even look like I'm nearing my forties, hell I could just as well look better than a 30-year-old! I mean, yeah time has passed and I'm not 20 anymore b-but I'm...” he sighed, trailing off as he looked at his reflection in the window of Baby.

“You're?” you asked softly, biting your lower lip to keep yourself from grinning because of how insanely adorable the pout that formed on his lips was.

“Old man? Where does he even see the old man? Can you even believe that he said that? I'm- I'm not old, I'm just not!” he said firmly, scoffing but still looking so offended and hurt “I- I-hardly act like it, I'm nowhere near a grumpy old man, and I-” he sighed “Do I even look old to you, (Y/n)?”

You blinked, finally being able to catch up with his rambling, asked with a tilt of your head “Old?”

“Yes, do- do you think I am old? I mean-” he shrugged, you could even swear a bit shyly “We've known each other for so long b-but we too have an age gap, small or big doesn't matter. So I- I wanna know, do you think I'm old?”

You stood there for a second, blinking in surprise until a a smile slowly grew on your lips because of how adorably self-conscious and nervous he was to ear your answer “Dean.” your face went serious “First, no you're not 20 anymore or look like you're 20. Your age is indeed 39 and there's nothing wrong with looking like either 30 or 40-”

You didn't even get to complete your sentence when you saw actually disappointment in his eyes, but just as he was about to turn, you took firm hold of his tie and wrapping it around your arm to bring him close to you. You were inches away from each, his eyes having gone wide as he looked back and forth between you and where you were tugging at him.

“And you certainly don't look like the latter.” you got his attention “You look mature and that's the best fucking thing you could be. And you wanna know why?”

He tried to swallow but he couldn't. This was giving him all sorts of ideas and your close proximity didn't help at all. He only gave you a small weak shake of his head.

“Because you're just like fine wine, Winchester. In every sense of the word.” you gave him a smirk, your voice dropping into a low seductive tone “First, you age like fine wine. No matter how much time passes you just keep looking better and better and boy do you prove me right when I say a 40-year-old equals to two 20-year-olds. And if I had to chose, it would be this 40-year-old any fucking day.”

“R-Really?” a small smirk was starting to lift at the corners of his lips.

“You see, Dean, boys my age know nothing about giving a woman what she needs or better yet satisfy her as they should. Not the way I bet you do.” but your words made his smile fall as his lips parted and his mouth went dry “You know all the right moves, not just with your body the way most men do. But everything else too. So no, you're not old. And I can sure tell you it doesn't even matter to me, it's just a number. But what you can do...” your eyes trailed down his tie, a smirk on them as you licked them and his eyes followed the move “Well, there are plenty of choices.”

“You-” he licked his own lips “You think?”

Your smile only grew when you heard that husky voice of his and you hummed “And I certainly get lots of ideas just by looking at you. Things that no younger man would ever dream being capable of doing. Heck, you're just the perfect age for slamming me against the wall and-”

“A-and?” he blinked, a bit too much eagerness in his eyes to hear you say it.

“Well-” it was hard not to show your satisfaction at the way he reacted to your words, or even the small look of disappointment he gave you when you let go of his tie and took a step back, clearing your throat “We're in public, but I'm assuming you can imagine.” the way he instantly nodded his head and gave you that almost smile verified your assumptions “See, that's the great thing about you, unlike younger men. I don't have to go into detail, you get me.”

“I- I-” his voice came out shaky and slightly squeaky, before he finally cleared his throat “Ye-yeah, of course.” he forced a smile, shifting in his place and looking away until his eyebrows pulled into a frown “A- and second?”he asked softly, making you look back at him perplexed “You said first. Is there a second?”

“Oh, you go just fine with a great slice of pie. You taste as good as a fine wine would, or at least so I assume. I gotta figure out so at some point, right?”

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spn-rewrites · 5 years

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no use crying over spilled milk - s.w

boyfriend sam comforting you because your hormones are all whacked out and he doesn’t know why you’re crying over spilled milk (figuratively) but he lets you be upset about it anyway

warnings: crying, fluff, bf sam coming for your soul, hormonal rage and sadness and overwhelming disappointment

weekly writing challenge: @supernatural-jackles #Weekly Writing Challenge (week 4)

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you were crying, sobbing, hyperventilating. you tried to wipe the tears that were coming out of your eyes but you couldn’t because you were just so sad.

“i burnt the cookies,” you mumbled to dean, who was sitting across from you in the kitchen he looked up at you and at the burnt cookies on the tray in your hands and laughed.

“after all that smack talk about how you could bake the best cookies ever.” it was dean’s teasing that sent you over the edge and you could always handle the teasing and joking but you were pretty certain you were about to get your period and everything was making you cry.

sam walked into the kitchen to find dean watching you in pure shock, eyes wide and body still, unsure as to what to do and you, sobbing into a tray of black cookies. “what’s going on?” sam asked.

“your girlfriend lost it,” dean mumbled, shaking his head at you.

“i’m fine!” you cried out, rubbing your nose on your sleeve. the cookies were garbage anyway so who cares if you get a little snot on them.

“why are you crying?” sam asked, throwing his hands up in the air. it was the third time this week that you had burst into tears for no reason and you were sure sam had enough of it.

the first time was over a tv show that you had never seen before and a character that you didn’t know died and you started crying because all the other characters were crying and the second time was because sam was too tired to cuddle you in the middle of the night and even the puppy dog eyes didn’t work and he kept telling you to go back to sleep and you couldn’t. you cried instead.

“i’m not,” you said, wiping your tears. sam laughed and came to your side. you tried to hide the tears but you knew it was no use so you just turned away from him.

“turn around,” sam chuckled, putting his hands on your shoulders and turning you around himself. “stop crying. what’s wrong?” he asked, wiping the tears with his thumb.

“she burnt the stupid cookies,” dean deadpanned from his seat, making you cry even harder. sam laughed and shook his head, wrapping his big arms around your shoulders and pulled you in for a hug.

“we can bake more cookies,” sam said, kissing the top of your head as you cried. “y/n....” sam mumbled, kissing your temple and then your cheek.

“what,” you whispered and sniffled as sam kissed your tears away. he cupped your cheeks with his big hands and looked into your eyes. “i’m sorry,” you said.

“i happen to love burnt cookies,” sam said, winking at you as he tried to pry one of the cookies of the baking tray but they were completely stuck.

“it’s fine, i know they’re gross,” you said, throwing the towel that was in your hand on the counter.

“no, i got it,” sam groaned as he tried to get the cookie and with one last pull, the tray slammed to the counter and he had one cookie in his hand. “see? i love burnt cookies!” he took a bite and it sounded like he was eating a rock.

you could tell he hated but he put a smile on his face for you. you rolled your eyes, taking the rest of the cookie out of his hand and throwing it in the trash. when you weren’t looking, sam spit whatever was in his mouth in a napkin. “delicious,” he said.

you couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend which was his goal all along. “better?” he asked, grabbing your waist and pulling you back to him. you shrugged and looked at his chest as your fingers played with the buttons. “what would make it better?”

“oh, you know,” you hinted, biting down on your lip. sam snorted a laugh before bringing your face to his and kissed you softly. dean groaned and threw a piece of paper at the two of you, yelling to get a room and if you weren’t so focused on sam’s lips it probably would have made you cry.

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mersuperwholocked-lowlife · 5 years

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Prompt 20, 21, 31

Word Count: 438

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Mary Winchester, Jack Kline, Castiel

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Fluff? Kinda, barely Request by @shes-absolutely-smitten: Hey! Can I please request prompt 20, 21 and 31 with Sam and Dean and their younger sister please xx

Prompt(s): 20.) Well, this is awkward. 21.) I uh, think I might be pregnant. 31.) “I’m not drunk enough for this.”

Prompt List

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You hadn’t felt good for the past few days. Nausea, headaches, you name it. You thought to were pregnant, but wasn’t sure. But, you knew you had to tell your brothers.

You walked out of your room to the war room, to go tell Sam and Dean. As you walked in, you saw Jack, Castiel, and Mary there as well. All eyes stared at you as you walked in.

“(Y/N), you okay?”, Sam immediately asked.

“Well, this is awkward. Here goes nothing.”, you started.

“I uh, think I might be pregnant.”, you said slowly.

“W-What?! How?!”, Sam exclaimed.

“Well, I - uh, a few nights ago, I - I uhm…”, unsure of how to explain this to your brothers, you stuttered.

“How does someone get pregnant?”, Jack asked innocently.

You tried to hold in a laugh.

“It’s a story for another day.”, you replied happily.

You looked at Dean, seeing what he was gonna say.

He sighed and looked at you.

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”, he said as he got up, and walked away.

You started at him, upset.

“Don’t worry about it (Y/N). We’ll go talk to him.”, Mary said, motioning at herself and Sam, as the two walked away.

“Cas.”, you started.

“Yes, you are, (Y/N). Congratulations.”, he smiled.

“W-What? You’re sure?!”, you laughed.

“Yes, and I already know that you’re gonna be the best mother. I see how well you do with Jack.”

You smiled at the little Nephilim, before giving him a hug.

“Maybe I should go talk to Dean. I’ll be back.”, you said as you walked off.

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Mary and Sam stood in front of Dean, who was drinking a beer.

“Hey, can I talk to Dean?”, you asked.

“Yeah, go ahead. We’ll be over there.”, Sam said as the two of them left.

“So, what did Cas say?”, Dean asked.

“Yeah. I am.”, you said.

“Why are you so happy?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, aren’t you scared?”

“I am. But I know I have you, Sammy, Cas, Mom, even Jack.”

“But, are you sure, (Y/N)? I mean, a child? In this lifestyle?

“I know it’ll be hard. But I can do it - we can do this.”

“I just don’t want anything bad to happen.”

“Okay, so I won’t hunt for some time. I can do that.”

“Okay, but, no hunting, at all. Not even the simple stuff.”

“I know, De.”

“Good.”, he smiled.

“So, let’s go celebrate?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”, you smiled and pulled Dean into an embrace.

Maybe having a child in this life was gonna be hard, but you had Sam and Dean there.

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pinkstevenu · 6 years

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Golden Wings ~ Part 2

Characters: Gabriel, Asmodeus, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Reader

Pairings: GabrielxReader

Word Count: 1,160

Warnings: Character Violence, Swearing, Angst

Part 1

“Y/N!”

You heard in unison flinching and cowering back. You looked up at the two brothers with wide eyes, “Wings!”

You silently blurted out. Sam and Dean looked at you confused until you reached for Gabes hand pulling him up to his feet. He cowered into your arm. Dean looked at you confused, “I thought you two were dead.”

You huffed and walked past Dean setting Gabe down on a chair. You looked up at Dean and gave him a tired smiled. You lost your balance and grabbed the table leaning against it. Dean grabbed your shoulders, “Y/N?”

You looked up your eyes fluttered shut and your body went limp. When you woke up you were laying down on a bed, you pushed yourself up and looked around the room your eyes landed on Gabriel balled up in a corner against the dresser. You looked over his body noticing his lips were still sewn shut. You got off the bed holding a hand out for Gabe lifting him off the ground. You eventually hobbled you and Gabe down the hallway into the library noticing the boys watching you, “Y/N? Are you ok?”

Dean asked, you ignored him setting Gabe down and pulling out a pair of scissors. You held them up for Gabriel to see to make sure he was ok with it. He nodded at you, “sorry if this hurts Gabe.”

You lightly tugged at the strings so you could cut them free. You lost count of how many times you had said sorry to him while cutting the strings. Once you where done you smiled at him and walked out of the library to go wash the blood off your hands. When you walked back into the library gabriel was screaming and running around, “oh shit.”

You, Sam, and Dean where running after Gabe looping around the bunker. Until Sam eventually grabbed him allowing you to grab his hand. Instantly Gabriel relaxed and Sam let go. You cupped one of Gabriel's cheeks feeling him lean into it. You lead him to a chair and sat down next to him, “Gabe you gotta talk to me, please you know how hard it was just to get me to talk to you.”

You could feel Sam and Dean watching you. Gabriel just stared at you and you watched his eyes shifting back and forth. He didn't say anything so you grabbed the vial of grace out of your pocket and held it up, “Gabe you gotta take this please it will help.”

He pushed you hand away and silently shook his head, “no.”

Your face saddened. You turned to Sam and Dean looking right past Dean, “Sam is there anyway we can get Cas to help?”

Sam shrugged, “I mean we can try but I don't know if it will work with Gabriel being an archangel and all.”

You nodded ‘ Cas can you get your feathery ass down here ‘ you prayed. You heard a flutter of wings from across the room, “Y/N this won't work Gabriel is an archangel the most I could do would get his thoughts in a little bit of order.”

You looked at Gabe his eyes wandering everywhere, “just try something I want him to be back to how he was when I met him.”

Cas nodded and placed his hand on Gabriels forehead. You watched as Gabe just stared out into space. After awhile Cas dropped his hand, “sorry Y/N nothings happening.”

You nodded running a hand through your hair, “that's ok Cas we'll figure this out.”

Sams phone started ringing then you heard asmodeus voice, “Sam, Sam, Sam, you didn't think you could get away with taking my prized cows.”

Gabriel gripped your hand so tight you felt like he was crushing your hand. You looked at Gabe, “hey its ok, we'll be ok just calm down Gabe.”

You whispered. Sam replied to asmodeus, “im just gonna hang up.”

Asmodeus yelled, “ do not hang up on me Sam i'll give you ten minutes to return them or I will get them myself, now you can hang up.”

The room went silent. Sam looked at you, “Y/N bring Gabriel to your room, now!”

You got up not hesitating and rushed to the room with Gabriel following you. You sat Gabe down on the bed and huddled up next to him. He rubbed lazy circles on your back until you were pulled away from his grasp by a bunch of demons. They dragged both of you into the front of the bunker as you fought against them. Asmodeus walked up to you and hooked his finger under your chin, “why did you think you could run Y/N? we made a deal and now you have broke that and you know what happens when you break it.”

You looked up at him, “Bite me bitch!”

Asmodeus landed his fist right square in your face and you could see the anger building in Gabriel. After multiple punches thrown Asmodeus held his hand up using his grace making you feel like you were being melted from the inside out. You let out a blood curdling scream and that's when you knew Gabriel had enough, he threw the demons off of him and his wings spread out wide and his eyes glowed a bright blue. Asmodeus eyes widened, “son your not strong enough!”

Gabe helded all of his wounds before Asmodeus threw a sphere of energy towards him and Gabriel quickly deflected it. Gabe had a smirk of his face, “I always hated that dumbass suit.”

Gabriel disintegrated the knight of hell right before your feet you took a big gasp for air. Then the demons threw you on the ground and flead before Gabriel could reach them. You groaned at the pain when you felt Gabriel pick you up from the ground, “sorry Y/N just bear with me for a sec.”

You looked up at him and smiled wide, “your talking.”

You sighed in relief. Gabe smiled setting you down on a chair, “because there are a lot of things we need to talk about with you being able to see my wings.”

You heard a gasp from behind you, “she can see your wings Gabriel?”

Castiel questioned. Gabe nodded brushing a stray hair from your face. Gabe held up his hand as it started glowing he held his hand to your face. You looked up when he was done healing you, “hey cupcake how are you feeling?”

You smiled, “way better than before.”

Gabriel nodded, “ok so then about the whole thing of you being able to see my wings...so humans aren't supposed to be able to see angels wings, but dad left us angels a small little gift of having one human that can see you wings that is your...um...your soulmate and that's why you aren't able to see Castiel's wings, but you can see mine.”

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It’s Been A Long Year

SPN Fanfic

-There’s always two sides to the story-

SamxReader

944 Words

Warnings: Angst, um not much more than that . . .

A/N: So I’ve been in a super bad rut lately, and for some reason, this is the only thing I’ve been able to throw together. This is a Part 2 to It’s Been a Lonely Year, and keeping with the whole Pop-Punk theme, I decided to use Sleep On It’s Unspoken as inspiration. (I love pop-punk, guys, so I will use any excuse to use it in a fic, tbh.) I hadn’t originally planned on making a part 2, but here it is. It’s probably a bit rough, mostly because I’m trying to get out of this stupid writer’s block, but feedback is always appreciated!

Y/F/N - your fake name, you have a new alias in a new town.

*I do not own any spn character and/or gifs I may use

It’s been a long year!

“Sam.”

You disentangle yourself from your date and run out the door, ignoring the cold wind blowing your hair in your face and obstructing the view of that stupid 67 Impala driving away from you.

“Y/F/N?” Eric, your boyfriend of two months, questions from behind you. “Hey, are you alright?”

You want to smile and convince him that everything is fine, that you are more than okay, but you can’t: you just don’t have it in you anymore to lie to him.

You shake your head and hastily wipe tears from your eyes, “I’m sorry, but this . . . this isn’t going to work out.”

“Wait, what?” His blue eyes widen, “What’s going on with you?”

You’re shaking your head and repeating, “I’m sorry, so sorry . . .”

You turn and run, thinking you hear Eric call out your name, but you can’t stop.

I feel weighed down

By the thoughts in my head

I try to keep

But I'm so far

From the place where I thought

That I would be

Growing up, you had convinced yourself that you were unloveable. You were an outcast, plagued with nightmares from the night that your parents were ripped apart by a werewolf.

You had one rule: keep everyone at a distance.

But then Sam fucking Winchester waltzed into your life, saving you from a Wendigo hunt gone wrong.

You had planned on just thanking him and then leaving, but he insisted on making sure you were okay.

It didn’t take long for you to fall for those gorgeous eyes and kind smile.

Two months later, you were moving into the bunker. In a year, you would find yourself wrapped in the youngest Winchester’s arms as he trailed kisses down your neck.

You had broken your rule, and you were nowhere near where you thought you would be, but damn you were happy.

I'm getting lost here

I'm still chasing shadows from your glow

I'm getting lost here

Overthinking everything I know

You thought you had wanted a simple life; a fucking normal life away from lore and monsters, but you were wrong.

Well, maybe you weren’t wrong. It was just that a normal, apple-pie, life meant absolutely nothing without Sam by your side.

You still remember the aching pain you had felt the night he told you to leave; it was as if someone had reached into your chest and ripped out your heart.

You had parked on the side of the road when the tears had become too much, screaming at Chuck until your voice was hoarse and your eyes had dried.

Then with one last look behind you towards the place you had called home, you started the car and drove away.

I've been trying to find

My peace of mind

But it's so hard to hold onto

I've been digging so deep

For something to keep me

Pulling myself through

You bounced around from town to town, even helping out on a couple hunts before settling down in New York.

You gave yourself a new name, found a job substitute teaching while earning a degree at the local community college; even made a few friends along the way.

But the pain was still there. It always was.

You threw yourself into your work, school, volunteering: anything to keep the Winchesters off of your mind.

You had even taken up running, something you used to endlessly tease Sam about, but you finally started to understand: the further you ran and the harder you pushed yourself, the more distance you could put between you and your past.

You thought you were doing so well, too.

But then Sam Fucking Winchester waltzed right back into your life.

So tell me again

Is this the end

Or is it another night I'm broken

I'm begging for anything that I can get

To make sure no word goes unspoken

You bend down, planting your hands on your knees as you gasp for air, drops of water falling from your hair to the muddy ground below.

It had started raining an hour ago, maybe two, you weren’t completely sure; your phone died a long time ago.

Screaming, you fall to the ground, numb to the cold seeping into your bones.

Something about seeing Sam broke you: broke that part of you that pretended to have it all together, broke that part of you that covered up the pain, broke the false security you held inside of you.

Now all that’s left is that girl from a year ago: crying on the side of the road, calling out to Chuck to just end her misery.

Headlights shine through the rain, getting brighter the closer they come to you.

You close your eyes and lay your head against your knees, expecting whoever is driving to just keep going, but instead, they slow to a stop.

The car door opens, and you’re about to look up and tell them to just fuck off when you hear a familiar voice.

“Y/N?”

It’s been almost six months since you’ve heard your actual name, and even longer since you’ve heard it coming from a Winchester.

You open your eyes to see Sam Winchester crouched in front of you, holding out his hand as if he’s afraid to touch you.

You open your mouth to say something, maybe his name, but all that comes out is a broken sob through chattering teeth.

But you don’t need to say anything, because Sam, your Sam, is sitting in front of you with those gorgeous eyes and kind smile.

You don’t even think, you just take his hand.

Woah woah

I'm gonna need you here tonight

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I'm going to write a fic about this.

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No Second Chances Pt.3

Warnings: Language, death, gore, blood. Word count: 1146 (short I know)

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~ Previously ~

I woke up to my phone buzzing, it was Carrie who called me. I answered rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. ”What´s up Carrie?” ”Y/N we need you to get back to the station. There´s been another killing.”

~ Y/n´s Pov ~

I sat up straight immediately wide awake. “ What? Where?” I asked while getting out of bed and putting my clothes on. “ I´ll send you the address. I´m guessing you´re already on your way there instead of the station?” I heard Carrie say as she was pushing the keys on her laptop probably sending me the address. I nodded while grabbing my gun and badge. “Yeah, make sure the techs won´t touch anything until I get there.” I demanded before hanging up which was one of my bad habits when something was going on. I hurried out the door and got in my car before driving to the new crime scene. As I neared the scene I could see the flashing lights from the responding police and ambulance but not only that but there were several news stations there acting like vultures trying to catch a glimpse of the inside of the house or getting a statement from any witnesses or officers on the scene. I braced myself for what was to come as I stopped my car and turned the engine off. I took a deep breath before getting out of my car and walk over to the officer on-site while showing my badge.’’

“Special agent Y/N.” I smile slightly trying to be polite before continuing.

“I´m here to view the body and crime scene.”

The officer inspects my badge before nodding and starts walking to the house.

“This way agent. Just prepare yourself for the scene, it´s really gruesome.”

I nodded before answering.

“I´ve seen a lot so I think I´m prepared.” The officer just looks at me before opening the door. It doesn´t take long until I see the sheet covering the body laying on the living room floor. I carefully walk over while inspecting the surroundings as I put my gloves on. Once I reached the body I crouch down and lift the white sheet covered in bloodstains just enough to see my own name carved into the arm of the victim staring back at me making me swallow deeply before mumbling.

“Shit.” This made the officer look over my shoulder.

“I-isn´t that your name?” He asks his voice trembling a little.

“Well, you can read right?” I retort more as a reflex from my own fear of the killer knowing my name. I carefully remove more of the sheet and see the same carvings as the last victim on her stomach making me curse once more.

“Well fuck. Don’t go near the body. I need everyone to be extra careful in here later on but everyone that doesn’t have to be here needs to leave the house to minimize the contamination.” I say and the officer nodded before letting everyone know what I just said. I grab my phone and call Carrie who quickly answers.

“You guys need to get here ASAP. It’s the same killer. This time it’s personal.” I say as I look down at my name on the victim’s arm before covering it back up with the sheet. I hang up the phone and whisper to the victim.

“I´m so sorry about this.” I walk outside waiting for my team to arrive. I look at all the bystanders on the other side of the tape. A car slowly pulls up and at first I think it might be the killer but soon recognize the car as the one my team drives.

I also see a man out jogging who stops as soon as he sees the yellow tape, to be honest it´d be more suspicious if he didn´t stop. He walks over pulling out his earphones and asks the officer for what´s going on but the officer answers as being told letting him know he can´t discuss it at the moment. The man looks over at me and his intense gaze makes me feel weird. I keep my eyes on him until a hand on shoulder startles me and I quickly turn around to see Carrie.

“Hey Carrie. You guys can start inside. I´ll be there in a sec.” I tell her and she nods before gathering the team and heading inside. I turn around to see if the guy´s still looking but he´s nowhere to be seen. Or that´s what I thought.

~ Killers Pov ~

I actually saw her from up close this time. Good thing no one in that community actually knows each other or I´d be a suspect quicker than a bullet. I grab the picture I took of her and places it on the wall taking a few steps admiring it and whisper.

“Good luck finding me Agent.” I smirk sitting down in my chair twirling my blade in my hand.

~ Y/N´s POV ~

My team had been collecting evidence for four hours now, mostly blood from the victim but who knows we might get lucky. I drove back to the station hoping Nick had found the first victims identity and hopefully a connection between the two and maybe even what the marks meant. I knocked on Nicks door before walking inside.

“You got anything?”

He nods and pulls up the victims files.

“Our victims names are Anne Smith and Peter Cain. No obvious connections in their lives but I did find matching tattoos of a pitchfork. Cause of death on both victims are blood loss as a result of their slit throats since the markings are superficial.” I nod as he states the facts.

“Okay, did you find anything on the mark? I couldn´t find much last night but maybe you had better luck.”

He shakes his head.

“I couldn´t find anything about it so either it´s an ancient symbol that´s unheard of or it´s a new one that the killer´s made up.”

“Well thank you, let me know if you find anything else.”

“Of course Y/N. I heard about your name being carved this time, are you alright?”

I knew that question would come up and I was dreading it.

“I don´t know Nick, he hasn´t done anything yet to try to contact me or anything like that so so far I´m not all that bothered. Sure it´s a little unnerving knowing a killer took enough time out of his day to find out my name before it´s made headlines that I´m the agent in charge.”

“Well we´re all here for you if you need anything.” He assures me and I nod before heading out to the break room to get some coffee.

As I wait for the coffee to get done my mind can´t help but go back to the man that was out running by the scene...

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