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⋆˙⟡ sunrise surprise,

summary. it's your birthday and dean makes the day extra especial.

pairing. dean winchester x reader ( f )

wordcount. 606 genre. fluffy fluff

warnings. dean being stupidly thoughtful in a quiet way, hand-on-thigh sweetness, a thoughtful birthday gift, established relationship, mild language, heart-melting moments

notes. happy birthday to me bitches 😈🤭

The sun is barely peeking over the horizon, spilling soft gold through the windshield of the Impala. The hunt’s behind you, your motel room’s been cleared out, and the road stretches ahead in that endless way it does after a job well done.

Classic rock hums low through the speakers, something warm and familiar. Dean’s got one hand on the wheel, the other draped lazily over your thigh—his thumb tracing slow, absent circles through the denim like he’s not even aware he’s doing it. Except you know he is. Dean Winchester’s never unaware.

You watch the passing scenery, the pale morning light, his profile in the driver’s seat—strong jaw, that stubborn crease between his brows, the way his lips twitch when a lyric he likes comes on. You’ve been thinking about how today’s just… today. No big deal. Another year older, but nothing special. You’re not sure Dean even knows.

Then, without looking away from the road, he says casually, “Do me a favor, sweetheart—open the glovebox.”

You glance at him, confused. “What for?”

“Just humor me.” He’s fighting a smile now—you can hear it in his voice.

With a shrug, you lean forward and pop the latch. The door drops open, and inside—right on top of a stack of maps and stray cassette tapes—is a small box, neatly wrapped in plain brown paper with a bit of twine tied around it.

Your heart stutters. “What is this?”

Dean finally looks over at you, just for a second, green eyes glinting in the early light. “It’s your birthday, isn’t it?”

You blink, caught between shock and a warmth rising in your chest. “You… you knew?”

“Of course I knew,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You think I don’t pay attention?”

You’re too stunned to answer, so you just pull the box out, fingers brushing over the rough paper.

“Go on,” he urges, thumb still making those soft circles on your leg.

You undo the twine, tear the paper away, and open the box. Nestled inside, on a bed of tissue, is a delicate silver bracelet—a simple chain with a tiny charm shaped like a star.

Your breath catches. You saw it in a store window earlier this week, when you and Dean had stopped in town for coffee before the hunt. You’d paused, just for a second, admiring it before moving on. You didn’t think he’d even noticed.

“You…” Your voice cracks. “You remembered?”

Dean’s watching you now, eyes soft in a way that makes your chest ache. “Saw you looking at it. Figured… you should have it. Something to remind you that there’s more to life than salt and silver bullets.”

It’s so not the kind of thing Dean Winchester usually does. And yet, it’s so him. Quiet, unshowy, but devastatingly thoughtful.

You slip it on, the metal cool against your skin. “Dean, it’s—” You cut yourself off before you start crying in his car. “I love it.”

His smile is small but real, the kind that lights up his whole face if you’re looking close enough. “Good. Happy birthday, sweetheart.”

You lean over the bench seat, cupping his cheek with your free hand, and kiss him—slow, lingering, the kind of kiss that says everything you can’t fit into words.

When you pull back, his thumb brushes over your leg again, this time deliberately. “Don’t think this gets you out of cake later, though,” he says, eyes back on the road but mouth twitching with amusement.

You laugh, the bracelet glinting in the sunlight, your heart so full it almost hurts.

Dean Winchester will never fail to disappoint.

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marry me? 𓂃•:◦

Dean <3

•:◦ You had been dating Dean forever before he had the guts to propose. You, Sam and even Charlie dropping him hints. "Look I finally got time to paint my nails." You shoved your hands in Dean's face, he nodded in amusement, not really looking. "But I think my left hand is missing something..."

"You know, if I had been dating a girl for over 7 years and she didn't propose, I'd think she was cheating on me." Charlie said once while helping the Winchester with a case. Dean just raised an eyebrow in confusion while Sam shook his head.

•:◦ As much as you teased Dean, you really were ok with not being married, he was yours and you were his - it had always been that way. Besides, you already acted like an old married couple with the way you would constantly tease one another and try to one-up each other on hunts.

•:◦ "Face it Sam, I don't think it's ever going to happen. Dean just doesn't think about this kind of stuff." "That's too bad, I've always wanted a sister."

•:◦ Your hands were tangled in Dean's hair, your eyes trailed over his naked muscular frame, hovering above you. You had the bunker to yourselves for the night and you were making the most of it. "Oh god babe." Dean moaned, his voice low and breathy. "-marry me?" He blurted out. Your hands fell limp in shock. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." Dean stated, still inside of you. "Did you just propose to me in the middle of sex?" "...so is that a yes?" You pulled him down to meet you, crashing your lips onto his. "About time."

•:◦ You and Dean never ended up getting married, but that's okay. You were both happy to be engaged, promising yourselves to one another wholly and forever.

Sam <3

•:◦ Sam was the opposite of his brother in many ways, but especially when it came to relationships. He had always desired a wife and family. It would only take a few months for him to decide that you were the one.

•:◦ Everything had to be perfect. But not just perfect, perfect for you. Sam wanted it to be the most thoughtful and romantic proposal ever. That can be kind of hard when you're trying to stop the end of the world in amongst proposal-planning.

•:◦ You were totally swept off your feet when the time came. "Okay just a bit further now, wait, don't trip but keep your eyes closed." Sam had his hands covering your eyes as he walked you down the bunker stairs. "It's not even my birthday, what's the big surprise?" "Okay, now you can look!" You looked around the candle-lit room to see Sam holding a bouquet of your favourite flowers, the record player playing an acoustic version of your favourite song, you took another look at Sam; in his pocket was a square outline, that could only be one thing. That was just like Sam, to make everything perfect for you, only to miss the one flaw that was on him. "Sam, is this-" He nodded, holding your hands in his.

•:◦ You got married only a month after saying yes to Sam's proposal. That poor boy has died so many times he didn't want to risk missing seeing you in a wedding dress. The ceremony was intimate, beautiful and mirrored your relationship. Sam couldn't contain his excitement, he had a goofy grin plastered on his face the whole time. "You amaze me, how did you get even more beautiful?"

omg its my birthday tomorrow - im going to be 24...im going to be 24 and im still writing fanfiction...

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"I need a fic about this!"

but have you commented on an existing fic today? have you left guest kudos today on that fic you've already kudos-ed before but can't stop coming back to? have you shared a writer's post today?

have you supported your writers today such that they feel encouraged enough to write the fic you are asking for tomorrow?

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it has been MONTHS since I last watched criminal minds. I need t rewatch asap so I can write spencer better.

im also having spencer reid withdrawals :(

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boyfriend!spencer

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TOM SELLECK Magnum, P.I. 2.07 "Wave Goodbye"

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unexpected 𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ sam winchester

Bimbo!reader x Sam Winchester

I hate the word bimbo but alas... Airhead, Paris Hilton on the simple life vibes, but total badass!reader

Summary: idk drabble maybe. reader is somewhat of a ditzy airhead. established!relationship with Sam. if you like it I'll write a more cohesive story.

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When people first meet you they stereotype you; dumb, shallow, bimbo. Especially other hunters, most of them couldn't fathom the idea that you both cared about your looks and could take down monsters with innate skill. But Sam never stereotyped you, not even at first glance. He always seemed to see what was underneath the hair colour, makeup and designer clothes. Although you were almost complete opposites, you completed each other beautifully, it's like you were made for each other.

"Sammy-" You were the only person other than Dean that Sam would allow to call him by his childhood nickname. It sounded so cute coming from your lips, he didn't dare ask you to stop. "-where's the first aid kit?"

"Uh in the bathroom I think, is everything okay?" Sam poked his head around the corner to see you skipping into the bunker, your usually pink t shirt now stained with blood, a smile still somehow plastered onto your face.

"Yeah 'ts nothing really, that djinn was a real bitch." You sat up on the table, pulling your hair up into a pony tail as Sam ran to your side, bandages in hand.

"I told you, you shouldn't be hunting djinn alone, its really dangerous-"

"I know that. But c'mon how good am I? I've never been captured once." You poked your tongue out at Sam cheekily, he wanted to be protective but he secretly knew you could handle yourself.

"You're the best hunter I've ever met. But I still want to keep you safe. I couldn't live without you. Now let's see what you've gotten yourself into." Sam says wincing as he lifted the hem of your shirt up, revealing a deep gash in your stomach that travelled up your side. It was still oozing with blood, if he didn't know you, he would've been shocked at how calm you were. Just as he had his back turned to look for something to clean you with you had pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it across the room, leaving you in your matching hot pink lace bra. When he turned back around Sam just chuckled in amusement.

"What? It's easier for you to see all of it. And it's ruined now anyways, can you believe that son of a bitch ruined my favourite playboy shirt? Doesn't he know that it was vintage?" You whined as Sam began gently cleaning the blood off of your skin. Taking his time to admire your body, no matter how many times he had seen it, Sam never tired of it. You were perfection to him.

"It's very rude, but I think you won in the end."

"I guess so." You ran a hand through Sam's hair absentmindedly, he had been growing it out so it was long enough to finally tuck behind his ears. You loved it. In your words there was now more hair to grab onto.

"Oh wh-hey!" Dean sputtered as he entered the room, quickly covering his eyes. "I think you might be uh missing something."

You rolled your eyes. "Come on Dean, it's nothin' you haven't seen before."

"Yeah well, not my brother's girlfriend's I haven't!" He exclaimed, one hand still firmly planted over his eyes. Sam laughed as he finished wrapping your wound, he stood up giving you his button up shirt to cover up with. Leaving him in a white t shirt that hugged every muscle, leaving little to your imagination.

"It's ok now Dean." Sam said, helping you down from the table.

"Are you sure?" Dean asked.

"No, now I'm completely naked." You teased.

Dean parted his fingers allowing himself to peak very quickly before realising you were in fact fully dressed. "Oh come on, like I'd fall for that. What were you doing with no shirt on anyways?"

"There was blood on it." You shrugged, wrapping your arms around Sam's waist.

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You sat on the edge of the pool table, feet dangled over the edge, a cosmopolitan cocktail in hand. Sam and Dean were hustling pool a few tables away, you loved to watch them but you couldn't interfere - it would put Sam off his game and you all needed the money. So you watched from afar, your eyes following your boyfriend's every move, every flex of his back muscles, every time his pushed his hair away from his eyes, you mind fantasising.

"Hey hot stuff. Why don't you come sit on my lap and we can talk about the first thing that comes up?"

You turned away from Sam to be met with an older man you had never seen before. He was covered in tattoos and his hair was so greasy it was sticking to his forehead.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Huh?"

The man chuckled as he stepped closer - too close - you could smell the cigarettes and cheap beer on his breath.

"Nevermind your pretty head about it. I've been keeping my eye on you. You enjoying watching those pretty boys play?"

"I was and I would like to get back to doing that, if you could please go away now."

"Come on baby, don't be like that." He put a tattooed hand on your leg, grazing your mini skirt. "You far to pretty for those boys, you need a real man I think. Come to my table, I'll take real good care of you."

You attempted to pry his hand off of your leg to no avail.

"Listen mister, I'll give you ten seconds to get out of my face before I kick your ass." The man laughed in response. "Well. I tried to warn you." You said before lifting your right knee swiftly kicking him where it hurt most.

"You fucking bimbo bitch." He keeled backwards in pain.

"Alright you've shown him, now let's get you out of here." Sam had appeared by your side seemingly instananeously. He wrapped an arm underneath your legs picking you up bridal style walking you out of the bar. You wrapped your arms around Sam's neck placing a kiss to his cheek.

"'m sorry if I interrupted your game baby." You apologised, looking up at the man who was still holding you.

"Don't be. That was hot." He laughed, kissing you.

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𐙚⋆.˚ what life would look like if you were dating sam winchester..

..life was comfortable and reassuring with Sam Winchester, but it never failed to break your heart sometimes. His promises that you’d both retire hunting together one day, tying your shoelaces for you, pulling you behind him protectively whenever you were in danger of being hurt is what made it all bearable. He carefully stitched up each of your wounds more gently than he would anyone else’s, he let you take majority of the blanket in the middle of the night, the way he tried his hardest to learn how to style your hair and tie it up nicely so that he could do it for you when you didn’t feel up for it made you feel loved and like you made the right decision to be with him. His hands around your waist and the soft kisses atop your head, the little love notes he silently leaves in your bag or in your book, the way he kissed you goodnight and held you close every night you were together were what made everything worth it.

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even when seasons change

♬⋆.˚ -august by taylor swift- ♬⋆.˚ 00:00 ●━━━━───── 04:21 in the beginning, it felt like a summer love. the kind that you can't stop thinking about even years later. every touch lingered a little bit too long, every kiss was sacred. it was you and sam; there was nobody else in the world. it didn't matter if there was a monster right in front of you - sam only saw you.

♬⋆.˚ -edge of seventeen by stevie nicks - ♬⋆.˚ 00:00 ●━━━━───── 05:29

after a while, it began to feel like sam was pulling away. he was torn, between what was right and what he wanted. loving him was passionate but lonely. stolen kisses turned into longing glances. you grew used to waking up in a empty bed.

♬⋆.˚ -poison by alice cooper - ♬⋆.˚ 00:00 ●━━━━───── 04:30

loving sam winchester had never hurt so much. in multiple ways.. gone was the man you once knew, in his place a soulless shadow. kissing him felt like taking a bite of a forbidden fruit. although he wasn't the same, you couldn't tear yourself away. you felt bound to him. your heart ached for that long lost summer love but this new feeling of lust without care was intriguing.

♬⋆.˚ -give it to me (like you mean it) by cub sport - ♬⋆.˚ 00:00 ●━━━━───── 02:50

home isn't a place, it's a person. home is sam winchester. you had returned home. kissing this version of sam felt like welcoming an old friend back. it felt like a missing piece of you had returned. you are whole again when you are in love with him.

♬⋆.˚ -hummingbird heartbeat by katy perry - ♬⋆.˚ 00:00 ●━━━━───── 03:31

even after all this time, after all the seasons of sam, he was still just as in love you as the day you met. this sam is older, wiser but has so much more of himself to give. everyday is a new day to win you over. his touch has never felt so addicting yet comforting. you will grow old with this sam.

even when seasons change, our love still stays the same.

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