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Imagine not knowing what Dean Winchester does for a living, and taking him star gazing because you think it will be romantic, only to witness what you assumed was a meteor shower and have him freak out.

“(Y\N) seriously where are we going?” Dean grunted from the passenger seat, “ Do you know what surprise means? just sit there and enjoy the ride.” He got this annoyed look on his face and hissed, “(Y\N) you know I don’t have time for silly games.” You decided to have a little fun with him after that little remark, so you muttered,“ so you don’t have time for me?” and raised your hand,“ I see how it is.” Dean did a little eye roll, and grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers with his, and then kiss the top of your hand, but you couldn’t let him off that easy, so you scoffed,“ yeah try to suck up now.” That got a chuckle out of him and he said,“ okay fine, I’ll enjoy the ride,” smirking at your victory you whispered,“ That’s a good boy.”

At this point you had almost made it to the field where you had earlier set up a picnic for yourself and Dean. He had still been a little moody the rest of the ride, but didn’t complain too much. As you pulled into the empty field, Dean smarted off,“ drove all this way for some grass? yeah that’s not silly.” you reached over and smacked his chest playfully and said,“ shut it Winchester” he just laughed, you wasn’t very good at being mean or intimidating but that didn’t stop you from trying. That’s one thing Dean truly loves about you, how sweet and Innocent you are. So instead of making fun of you, or making some snide comment, he just leaned over, put a hand on your cheek to turn your head, and kissed you right on the forehead. Then you both got out of the car, and walked over the the blanket you had laid out, and where all the food was, honestly Dean seemed more excited about the pie you had made than anything else.

For a little while you both just sat and ate, Dean really seemed happy for the first time all night, which made you happy. “(Y\N)” Dean whispered, “ how in the world did I get so lucky to have found a girl like you.” You giggled a little,“ I’m not sure Dean” you paused and he just stared at you with those beautiful green eyes,“ Lapse in my judgement maybe, a moment of insanity possibly.” You laughed because obviously you were only joking, you felt so lucky to have Dean, yeah he worked a lot, but you really did love him. Dean sat quiet now, with a look of panic on his face, and just stared up at the sky. Without saying a word you followed his gaze, only to see the beautiful strings of light that accompany a meteor shower, which you thought was a breathtaking sight. You had never seen this many meteors falling at once, it was utterly amazing, that is until you saw how scared Dean seemed to be. You laughed and said,“ It’s just a meteor shower, nothing to be worried about.” Den looked at you with a look that was honestly full of terror and you knew it and said,“we have to go.” Then he pulled you up and practically dragged you to the car. He put you in the passenger seat, and hurried to get to the drivers seat and wouldn’t say a word. You asked,“ Dean what just happened back there? It was just a meteor shower, why did you seem so scared.” He glanced over at you and said,“ that was no meteor shower.” And reached to get his phone out of his pocket, he dialed a number quickly and waited for an answer. Then you heard the muffled noise of someone answering, and Dean frantically said,“ Cas, what is going on man, have you seen all the- all the falling.” you couldn’t really hear the other end of the conversation but Dean seemed worried. “Well Cas, get Sam and I will meet you guys at (Y\N)’s house and we can leave from there , we have to figure out what the heck is going on” with that Dean hung up the phone.

“Dean, what was the phone call about?” you all but screamed, he just sat there silent, clearly trying to figure out how to tell you the truth. “Dean! tell me now!” you exclaimed. He looked at you and sighed before he spoke,“(Y\N), you know how I don’t really talk about my work?” Confused you answered,“ yes, you made it very clear that when the time was right you’d tell me, and until then for me not to worry about it.” He sighed yet again,“ right, well I guess now is the time… (Y/N), I’m a hunter.” At this point you were beyond confused,“ Okay like those deer hunters on TV? yeah I’ve seen those my dad loves them, but why would that make you freak over a meteor shower?” He was both amused and saddened by your response, the innocence in your answer reminded him of why he fell for you, but he was sad because he was about to crush that innocence and was afraid he might lose you after you knew the truth. He took a deep breath and began to speak,“ (Y/N), this isn’t going to make much sense to you, but just know I love you okay?” this was the first time he actually said it, I mean you knew but still your heart kinda stopped, “ Dean, I love you too, now tell me what the heck is going on.. please.” “well” he sighed,“ I’m no regular hunter, I don’t hunt deer, or rabbit or any other animal you can think of, the truth is there are things out there that you would never believe, bad things, evil things. Me and Sammy hunt them, we save people, its kind of the family business.” he let out another sigh,“ (Y/N), I hunt monsters, real life monsters, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, the whole nine yards.”

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Is there going to be a part 2 to this one bc I'd love that so so much❤

(A/n: Felt a little like shit today and yeah- not really the best day for me in general but I uploaded this anyway. Sorry it took a long time!)

“Morning hot stuff” a voice said next to you and you quickly turned your head to look at your best friend, Stiles, smiling at you.

“Morning handsome” you smirked playfully at him.

“I was waiting for you but you didn’t come last night” he pouted at you.

You let out a small giggle “Sorry, Stiles. I was really tired.”

“Aww but my body was ready for you” he whined a little.

You chuckled “Well, sorry but your body has to wait for another time” you winked at him and he fake-glared at you.

Of course he was just joking, nothing had ever happened between you and nothing was probably going to ever happen. You and Stiles were friends- best friends at that, and yes you actually liked to occasionally flirt. But other than that- and maybe a way of you to let out how you felt about him without him really realizing it (as he obviously thought it was just fooling around)- it meant nothing. You and Stiles were only friends and as much as it hurt you to admit it he was never going to see you the way you did. Talking about cliche. Falling in love with your best friend was certainly somehing you never planned on but it was impossible to avoid seeing as said best friend was Siles Stilinski.

Well, you certainly did not plan on what was about to happen either…

“Oh you’re killing me” he groaned in fake pain, his face slammed on his desk.

You giggled a little more and opened your mouth to speak but was cut off by another voice before you could do so.

“Well, try not to let any of that blood stain the walls buddy-” a rather rough voice was heard and you turned your head to look at whoever the person that had just entered the almost empty classroom was “But other than that- Welcome to the club!” he chuckled and you felt a small laugh escape your lips and a smile spread on them as you took him in.

He was not looking at you, as he searched through his files for the right ones as it seemed, a smile plastered on his own lips and you found yourself smiling even more. You could not see him clearly, from how his head was bent down, but from what you could see you already felt yourself running out of breath.

“You tell me. Some women were born to torture” Stiles glared at you but you just rolled yoru eyes at him.

“You tell me.” he laughed, setting his things down and only then did he look up at you- well, in fact directly at you. A smile slowly but surely spread on his lips, soon turning into a smirk “Or well, there might be just a few that were born to make our lifes better” he shrugged slightly at his own words.

“Yeah right” Stiles scoffed and you glared at him for just a few second before turned your head back to look at him.

“Oh but you have no idea yet, bud. You have no idea” he only looked at you with a smirk.

“Yeah?” Stiles’s voice had suddenly a really defensive tone in it and if you had looked at him you would have noticed how his posture had suddenly straightened and his eyes were narrowed quite dangerously. His lips pursed in a thin and firm line.

But of course you didn’t notice because you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

“Hmh” he hummed, subconsciously licking his lips, his eyes studying you rather intensely which only made your heart beat faster in your chest than it already was.

“Dean, by the way.” he said after a long while of just the two of you just staring at each other. You were glad that not many students had not come yet and it was just you, Stiles and him. Where were the rest of them again?

“Dean Smith but- you can call me Dean. Or… any other way you want to. I certainly wouldn’t mind.” he added, his voice getting even lower and surprisingly more rough.

“Oh really?” Stiles’ voice had an edge in it and he sounded a little bit angry.

“Oh please” he breathed out, his eyes continuing to roam your face “I’d love that”

“Of course you would” it came out as almost a hiss from Stiles’ lips.

“I’m (Y/n)” you heard yourself saying before you could realize it.

“(Y/n)” he said the name as if testing it on his lips, giving a small nod and smile as if liking the sound of it “Very glad to meet you, (Y/n)”

“And I’m happy to say-” he breathed out, his smile only getting bigger “Really really happy to say I… am you substitute teacher in Maths for the rest of the month”

A wide smile spread on your lips, your eyes glued to the man’s green ones; missing how Stiles glared daggers at him.

You certainly had not planed for this.

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I love how much family means on supernatural,the sibling relationship sam and dean have is how we are in my family, no demons but we'd do anything for each other, and about family not always being blood. Honestly that's why I like the show so much.

Amen! :) 

No more situations please!

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Supernatural season 11. 

Between Darkness and Deliverance

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I do follow you, but my supernatural blog is a secondary.

Calling all SPN blogs:

So my dash has kind of drifted away from supernatural these days and I want to fix that! I’m looking to follow 50-100 new supernatural blogs ~ A few guidelines: - reblog this post - you do not have to be following me, but if we do become mutuals I will promo you to 3.5k - I will check out every single blog that reblogs this post and follow many! - must have supernatural as your only or at least your main fandom (other fandoms are totally fine as long as you tag well) That’s all! I can’t wait to see all your wonderful blogs.

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SAVE ME.

My dash is so horribly dead, so I’m in dire need of some more blogs to follow! If you post any of the following please, please, please reblog/like (reblogging is preferred to spread the word) this post so I can check out your blog! I’m looking for:

supernatural

marvel

DC inc. arrow, the flash

I look forward to checking y’all out!

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Pls reblog/like if you post any of this and I’ll follow you : •supernatural •team free will •castiel •Dean Winchester •Sam Winchester •Destiel •spn women •J2M •Jensen Ackles •Jared Padalecki •Misha Collins •Cockles •cutes stuffs •theories •headcanon •If you are hate-free (This is one is VERY important) •if you are positive

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Oh. My. Gosh. I did not realize he was in that movie lol. You should watch Devour next and explain to me what actually happens because I still do not know😂

Having A Relaxing Movie Night With The Husband. Can Anyone Guess Which Movie It Is?

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“How do you know if it is finished?” Cas asked you, holding an egg over the bowl.

“Wait, Cas!” You pushed him back, gently. He gave you a confused look, wondering what he did wrong. After all, he was just copying you. “You have to break the egg first.” He was still confused before you grabbed another egg and knocked it against the bowl, cracking it and holding it over the bowl. Then you tossed the egg shells into the sink beside you. “See?”

He frowned, before copying your movements. He knocked the egg against the bowl too hard, and it shattered, sending gook everywhere but the bowl. You giggled as he looked down at his messy hands. 

“It’s okay. Why don’t you go wash your hands.” You suggested, still laughing as he turned dejectedly away and went to the sink.

You cracked another egg and began mixing the batter. You poured it into the pan. You ran your finger along the nearly empty bowl and popped your finger in your mouth, tasting the raw mix just as warm hands crept around your middle and wrapped themselves around your stomach. You leaned back into Cas and he squeezed you into a hug. 

You turned your head around and he met you in the middle with a chaste kiss. 

“Is it done?” You giggled, putting your finger back in the mix and wiping it on his nose.

X X

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Oh my goodness! Too much perfection in one post😍😍

Nameless: Epilogue 1

“Dean,” you laugh, fidgeting with the edge of the blindfold he’d insisted on you wearing, “you know I don’t like surprises–”

“Baby, you’ll like this one. Believe me.” His warm hand is wrapped around your cooler one and tugging you lightly forward. Leaves crunch beneath your feet and there’s something different about the breeze that you can’t quite put your finger on.

“Give me a hint?”

“And give it away, yeah?” You know he’s grinning even though he can’t see his face. “Sorry, no can do.”

“Give me a kiss, then?”

Dean’s laugh is warm and rich. “That I can do.”

His lips gently meet your smiling ones and you get lost in them for a minute that doesn’t last nearly as long as you like.

“Better?” he murmurs, pressing a light kiss to the end of your nose.

“Much,” you say, and smile. “I don’t know if your surprise can beat that.”

“Yeah?” he asks, and you feel his warm breath on your cheek. “You wanna bet on that?”

“That depends.” You smile wider. “What are we betting?”

“Mm, I’ve got all that I want right now. How about a favor?”

“I can think of a few ways to use that favor.”

Dean’s hand gives you a light swat on the behind, and you giggle. “Distract me with thoughts like that now, and we’ll never make it.” Then he leans away from you. “But it doesn’t matter, cause this is one bet you ain’t gonna win.”

You merely smile, allowing him to tug you along a bit further and trying to get more hints about your surroundings. Birds? Grass? …Waves? Before you have any time to piece the puzzle together, Dean presents it to you whole.

“Take it off, baby.”

“The blindfold?” Then, realizing the implications behind your question, you blush.

He laughs. “Yeah, baby, but I’ll take a raincheck on everything else.”

You elbow him lightly but smile, reaching up to rip off the blindfold, unable to take anymore suspense.

It’s bright. That’s the first thing you notice after being stuck in the dark—literally—for the past two hours. Then you register the blue, and hear the birds, and finally identify what’s different about the breeze—it’s salty—and you recognize the beach from the trip you took with Dean years ago. The trip that ripped your life from the tracks it’d been on and set you onto an entirely new path. The trip that changed you.

You’re not on the shore of the beach, as you would’ve expected, but rather a tall, grassy cliff with a view of the waves that seemed to stretch on forever. Dean stands silent and smiling beside you.

“It’s beautiful,” you murmur. You look at him.

His green eyes flicker back and forth between yours for a few moments, and then his chest expands as he sucks in a deep breath. He bites his lip. “Crazy view, huh?” he asks. “How’d you like to wake up to that every morning?”

You stare.

“How’d you like to watch the sunset with our kids and our dog out on the back deck?”

Breathe. Breathe.

“How’d you like to fall asleep to the sound of the waves in a big, white bed… with me by your side?” He starts to look nervous. “Y/n… How’d you like to not just build a house with me, but a life with me?”

You can’t tear your eyes away from his.

“Forgive the cliché, babe, but a man’s gotta hold to some traditions,” he says with a grin. He sinks to one knee.

“Oh my God,” you whisper.

“You’ve driven me crazy for the past 3 years, and I’ve loved every goddamn second. So how ‘bout keepin’ me crazy for the rest of my life, hey?” His eyes soften. “I’m callin’ in that favor. Marry me, Y/n. Make me the craziest guy in the world, and marry me.”

It takes you a long time to react, to process. But slowly and surely, a smile spreads across your face. “You have a very strange sense of charm,” you say finally.

His eyes are brighter than the sun. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he says with a grin. “Is that a yes?”

“No,” you say, and for the tiniest moment, his face falls. But you reach out and lay your hand tenderly on his face. “That’s a hell yes, baby.”

Dean tosses the flowers to the side and is on his feet in an instant. He wraps himself around you and then he’s laughing, spinning you around and laughing, and you’re laughing and you’ve never felt lighter in your life.

He kisses you firmly, like he’s trying to memorize the moment and he can’t quite get enough of your mouth. He laughs in between kisses until you’re both breathless. “We’re getting married,” he breathes. “Holy shit, we’re getting married.”

You laugh. “You wanna call in that rain check now, too?” you ask slyly.

“Oh, baby,” he says with a mischievous grin, “I’m callin’ in that rain check every goddamn day.”

“Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us,” you whisper, unable to stop smiling.

“We sure as hell do,” he says with a wink. “Let’s get started.”

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Supernatural Blogs!

Reblog this post if you run a supernatural blog, or post anything to do with supernatural and its cast/crew on your blog and I will follow you! New blog so I need to fill up my dashboard and queue. 

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Oh my goodness. That was so beautiful! The whole series was amazing, you are seriously so talented!! Can't wait to read what you come up with next😊😊

Lucky Part 50 (Final)

Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 2,353

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21, Part 22, Part 23, Part 24,Part 25, Part 26, Part 27, Part 28, Part 29, Part 30, Part 31,Part 32, Part 33,Part 34, Part 35,Part 36, Part 37, Part 38, Part 39, Part 40, Part 41, Part 42, Part 43, Part 44, Part 45, Part 46, Part 47, Part 48, Part 49

Wow….This has been such a big part of my life. I can’t believe this is it guys. The FINAL PART. I love you all, and I want to thank you for all the love and support throughout this whole series. Hopefully y’all will stick around lol Enjoy Guys!!

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Happy Birthday Misha Collins! Good luck blowing out those candles.

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“I’m just nervous,” you said. “We’ve never hunted something like this before.” “I know,” Sam said. “But you can do this. We can do this.”

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posting things makes me nervous too, and it helps to know that someone as talented as you gets nervous as well. So thank you for this.

Did it take you awhile to get comfortable posting things you write? I've wrote a few things but only posted one, I always feel like they aren't good enough lol

Oh yeah….I know I wrote Bad Feeling, and just kept writing it for awhile, and I kept thinking to myself…Do I want to put it up? I was so nervous….Oh my God so nervous. I was shaking and everything. I want to say it took me a couple weeks to finally get up the courage to do it, and even then, it took me another like half hour to actually hit the Post button.

I think I felt that way for a couple of the parts, but thankfully I had a couple people write me saying how much they loved it and it boosted my confidence a little. It got easier….it just took a little time. Hell, I still get nervous posting things. Sometimes I feel like I ramble in my stories, but thankfully, again you guys reassure me that it’s good. All of you is really what keeps me doing this. Because if I didn’t hear anything…I probably would have given up by now and stopped.

I’m sure your stuff is great hun! We all think that are stuff isn’t great. Just give it time. I’m sure you’ll be fine.

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imagine Dean Winchester hearing you play guitar.

You've been playing guitar for honestly most of your life, but you're still not comfortable playing in front of people. You have on a handful of special occasions over the years, but not many.  So you usually only play when Dean is away on hunting trips, he has asked you to play for him a few times, but you haven't worked up the courage yet. He always calls you when he is on his way home from a hunt, and since you hadn't heard from him today you figured you'd be safe to sit and play for awhile, without the embarrassment that comes with an audience. You went to your room and pulled the old case out from under your bed, and walked into the den. You had recently remodeled and put a big bay window in there, that looked out into the back yard, and that was by far your favorite place to sit and play. You sat the case down, and pulled the old guitar out, it had been in your family for years, passed down from one generation to the next. You loved that guitar in the same way Dean loved his impala, it was your baby. You began to tune it before you started to play. You started out with some songs you know really well, then began just playing around and making stuff up. That was your favorite part, just messing with the chords in different ways to make a beautiful sound. Anytime you play you kind of tune out everything else, that's most likely why you didn't notice Dean walk in.

Dean heard what he assumed was the radio as soon as he got to the door. He went ahead and opened the door, he wanted to surprise you so he was really quite about it, that's why he hadn't called you today. He saw that you wasn't in the living room, so he knew exactly where you would be, the den, in that bay window. He found it down right adorable how much you loved that thing. He noticed as he got closer that the music was louder and louder with every step he took. The thought crossed his mind that it might be you playing, but he wasn't sure, you never would play in front of him. He made it to the door way, and there you sat with your back to the door, and a guitar in your lap. Dean thought to himself, I've never seen something so beautiful. He decided to just stand there and watch you for awhile, which he did for about 30 minutes, and enjoyed every second. He loved how when you would finish a song, and must have played it all correctly, you would chuckle to yourself and whisper,"got it." His favorite part though had to be when you would mess up and stop playing only to look down and mutter," come on (Y/N) you're better than this," He loved how he could tell how much you loved playing, even though he could not see your face. You finished one last song, your fingers had began hurting from all the playing, and Dean could tell you were about to get up, so he began clapping his hands.

You jumped a little because you had assumed you were alone, but you turned around to see Dean standing there. You could feel your face turning red at the thought of him hearing you play. You looked down, embarrassed," how long have you been there?" Well "he chuckled," long enough to know you are amazing." Your heart skipped a beat," no I'm not," Dean walked over and took the guitar out of your hands and placed it in its case, and pulled you up into his arms," yes, (Y/N) you really are, you've got to start playing for me more." he said as he kissed you on the forehead, " that was the most beautiful sound I've ever hear, and the most breath-taking sight I've ever seen. How did I  get so lucky?" You were full on blushing now, which Dean thought was adorable," I guess I just have low standards," you giggled. He laughed," well I'm glad you do, I love you, (Y/N)." He kissed you, " I love you too, Dean Winchester."