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Hey Angel

Characters: Castiel / Reader

Summary: You and the boys (Sam, Dean, and Cas) have a movie night in the bunker, and you take this opportunity to get closer with the angel. 

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1,597

A/N: I have some requests in my inbox, but none of them are really sparking anything major in me right now so feel free to send in a request!

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“Y/N, get back here!” Dean’s shout echoed through the halls of the bunker. Your laugh followed this, the high pitched giggles contrasting against Dean’s deeper voice. 

“Just let me have them!” you yelled back, quickly glancing behind you to make sure Dean wasn’t catching up to you. You started running away from him a good five seconds before he realized that he had to chase you to get his way, so you had a decent head start. 

When Sam suggested a movie night to help everyone relax after a particularly difficult hunt, it wasn’t too hard to convince everyone to join. Castiel was a bit harder to persuade, but with your promise of “wholesome bonding time,” he eventually agreed. Dean had gone to a gas station to get some snacks for the movies, and when he came back, you almost cried of happiness from seeing a pack of Twinkies in the pile of junk he’d returned with. You grabbed them and ran down the hallway, claiming them as yours, but since Dean wanted them too, he was now determined to get them from you by whatever means necessary. 

“They’re mine!” Dean said, and you detected a frown in his voice. You felt a pang of guilt at this; did he really want it that bad? You stopped running and turned around, screaming in shock when you saw that Dean was right behind you. 

“Why did you scream?” you heard a voice ask, and you looked over and saw Cas standing there looking confused and even a bit concerned. You hated to admit it - even to just yourself - but your heart leaped at the thought that Castiel could have been worried about you. That meant he cared at least a small amount, even if it wasn’t to the same degree that you cared for him. 

“Oh, hey angel,” you smiled at him, using the nickname you’d given him a while back. You’d never said it to his face before, though, only to Sam and Dean in conversations with them. 

“Hello...human,” Cas replied, tilting his head in puzzlement. His eyes squinted as he continued, “Why did you point out the fact that I’m an angel? I’m very aware-”

“It’s - it’s just a saying,” you interrupted, shaking your head and sharing an amused look with Dean. 

“Do you often point out to people that-”

“Nevermind, Cas,” Dean stopped him this time. “Are you here for movie night?”

Cas still looked confused, but he let it go and replied, “Yes, I was going to join Sam and wait for you two but then I heard Y/N scream and decided to make sure everything was okay here.” 

“Things are okay, we can go start the first movie,” you grinned up at the angel (you wouldn’t be using that nickname from now on). “Let’s go get started.” You started walking down the hallway next to Cas, Dean trailing behind the two of you. You looked behind you and saw him eyeing the Twinkies in your hand still, so you outstretched your arm backwards and shook your hand, letting him know that it was okay for him to take the package. 

Dean let out a sigh of relief as he took the snack, and you smiled, knowing that it probably meant a lot more to Dean that it did to you to have them. 

Once the three of you had joined Sam in front of the TV, you started the first movie. Everyone had decided that you would choose the first movie, with Dean insisting on “ladies first.” You took advantage of this and picked the most girly, teenage movie you could think of, waiting to see everyone’s reactions to the title screen. 

“Really?” Sam sighed when it came up. “Mean Girls? That movie is so overrated, you’ve gotta know that.”

“Hey!” you frowned. “It’s got some quotable moments that Cas should definitely know about. It’s a part of our culture, ya know.”

“Our culture,” Sam scoffed, looking over at Dean for some sort of agreement. Dean, however, was looking down in his lap, not making eye contact with anyone. “Oh, c’mon!” Sam exclaimed when he realized that he wouldn’t get the support he was looking for from Dean. “Don’t tell me you actually like this movie.”

“It’s got some quotable moments,” Dean mumbled, repeating what you had said about the movie. You laughed and looked up at Cas to gauge his reaction. He was smiling softly, looking at you from the corner of his eye every so often. 

“Cas? Is this okay?” you asked. If he didn’t want to watch it, you’d find something else. And not just because you’d be willing to do basically anything for him (although that played a role in it). Part of this reason this movie night was happening was to introduce Cas to more modern culture, and if he didn’t think he’d get anything from the movie, there was really no point in showing it to him. 

“This is just fine,” he replied, nodding. “I’m willing to watch anything with you.” When Dean muttered under his breath, “Of course you are,” Cas’ face flushed red and he continued, “With any of you, I mean. I enjoy all of your company.”

“Right,” Sam nodded, starting the movie. “Let’s just get this over with.” 

The opening scenes started, and usually your full attention would be on the movie, but you couldn’t stop thinking about what Cas had said. Did he actually slip up and mean to include the brothers in his statement about being willing to watch anything? Or was it you that made this whole night worthwhile for him? You tried not to think too much about it, choosing instead to scoot closer to Cas and hope that he didn’t notice your sudden closeness. 

For a while, it seemed like he either didn’t notice or didn’t care that you were almost touching him. His eyes stayed glued to the TV, his expression remaining stoic throughout the movie. Every once in a while, his eyes crinkled in amusement as you laughed at something that happened on screen. (He wouldn’t let anyone know this, but he was only smiling because of your laughter, not what was happening in the movie.)

Once Mean Girls was over, Dean said something about that being “a waste of two hours” and stood up to put another movie in. You didn’t mention the fact that he’d been even more invested in the movie than you had been. 

“What did you choose that is possibly better than Mean Girls?” you wondered. 

“You’ll see,” Dean said vaguely, sitting back down and throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. 

You all waited patiently to see what Dean had picked, and when the opening music for Star Wars began, you nodded. “Star Wars. That’s respectable.” 

“Of course it is,” Dean scoffed. “Watch and be changed forever,” he addressed Cas, nodding in his direction. 

“I don’t think a movie is going to change me forever,” Cas said. “It would require something much more important than this to alter the way I have been for as long as I’ve been alive.”

“Oh, this’ll do the trick,” Sam agreed with his brother. “Just you wait.”

You laughed quietly and resisted the urge to scoot even closer to Cas. His confusion just made him 10x more adorable. 

As the movie progressed, you noticed Cas’ pinky finger inching closer and closer to yours resting on the couch between the two of you. You looked up at him, wondering if he was doing it on purpose. He must have felt you staring at him, because he jerked his hand away and tried to avoid eye contact. 

“Come back,” you whispered, mustering up all of your courage and grabbing Cas’ hand that was now sitting in his lap after he’d moved it away from you. Cas looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed. When you smiled at him, though, he visibly relaxed and smiled back.

For the rest of the movie, you and Cas sat like that, your legs pressed against each other and your hands intertwined between the two of you. Even when the movie was over and Sam and Dean were asleep, the two of you sat in silence as the credits rolled across the screen. 

“How did you like the movie?” you asked quietly, as if talking above a whisper would ruin everything. 

“I think I liked this one better than the first,” he said, looking you in the eyes for the first time since you’d began holding hands. 

“Really? Why’s that?” you wondered. 

Cas broke eye contact for a moment and looked at the floor as he considered whether or not he should continue with what he was going to say. He eventually decided to go for it, answering, “Because we were sitting like this next to each other.”

Your heart felt like it was going to explode. Your face broke into a grin, and Cas knew that he’d made the right decision by admitting to how he was feeling. In this moment, you wanted nothing more than to grab Cas’ face and kiss him until you ran out of air, but you didn’t want to ruin what had taken this long to build up. 

“I liked that part, too,” you replied, losing your grip even more when Cas let out a breath you didn’t even notice he’d been holding. He squeezed your hand lightly, and you knew that even though you didn’t get around to doing so tonight, you would get your opportunity to kiss your angel. 

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Nobody Else

Characters: Dean / Reader

Requested by anonymous:  Can you do one where the reader is hunting with Sam and Dean and they go to the hospital to check the bodies and the doctor and (y/n) tease and flirt with eachother causing Dean to get jealous?

Warnings: Some swearing

Word Count: 1,761

A/N: *whispers* It’s been almost a year... I am SO sorry for being so absent from this blog, I took a break from Supernatural but I recently got back into it so I’m hoping this blog will pick up some momentum again! Feel free to start sending in requests again and I’ll do my best to start posting more frequently :)

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You and the boys were in Alexandria, Virginia. Sam found something that none of you were sure was an actual case, but you were all itching for something to investigate, anyways. Three people’s throats were slit, and their fingers were cut off and found in their stomachs. It sounded pretty odd, even for the three of you, but by this point, you’d volunteer to drive halfway around the world for even less to go off of than this. 

Dean pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. The bodies of the three victims were being held in the morgue in the hospital’s basement for the time being, and you wanted to see for yourself what you were dealing with. 

“I’ll scan the bodies for any signs of EMF, you two keep the doctor distracted after he explains what happened,” Dean whispered to you and Sam as you all walked down a narrow hallway, following the assistant who was taking you to the morgue. 

“Sounds good,” you nodded, and that was the end of that conversation. 

Once you’d arrived at the morgue, you made your way over to the doctor. He was holding a clipboard in his left hand and frowning a bit at it, but when he heard the three of you walk in, he looked up and smiled. 

“Ah, agents! What can I do for you today?” he asked, and you had to keep your heart from bursting out of his chest. The doctor was fairly young, and he had one of the most boyishly-attractive faces you’d seen in a while. He didn’t look like a baby or anything, he just had this certain hairstyle and a certain gleam in his eye that made him look...young. And you liked it. 

“I’m Agent Mulligan, these are Agents Perry and Dorsey. Can you just explain to us what happened here? Any ideas as to who did this or how it happened?” Sam questioned. 

“Of course,” the doctor nodded. You were standing just far enough away to make out the name “Dr. Griffin” on his name tag. “The victim’s fingers were cut off after they had already died, so that wasn’t used as a torture method or anything like that. Whoever did this used a pretty jagged blade according to the laceration on their necks and by their knuckles where their fingers were cut off.”

“And do you have any idea why someone would do something like this? Are there any suspects?” you wondered, noticing that Dean had begun to scan the bodies for EMF. You were already starting to think of questions to keep Dr. Griffin occupied so that he didn’t see what Dean was doing. 

He shook his head, looking genuinely remorseful. “Sorry, sweetcheeks, I’ve got no clue.” He didn’t seem to notice your shocked face at his word choice as he continued, “We’re leaving the investigating to the police and, well, you guys.”

You glanced over at Dean and saw that he had finished with two of the bodies but still had one to go. Realizing you needed to buy more time, you decided to roll with the doctor’s flirting. Besides, he was attractive and you were single. What could the harm be?

“Well, how did the fingers get in their stomachs? Did someone just...shove them in there?” you asked, cringing at your word choice. Sam smirked, seemingly catching on to what you were doing, and crossed his arms in amusement. Dean, on the other hand, opened his mouth to ask what you were doing but at the last minute closed it, choosing instead to grumble to himself. 

“Pretty much,” Dr. Griffin answered. “The victims probably would have choked if they were still alive when it happened; not many people can handle anything that big going down their throats.” With that, he gave a small wink, and it took all of your self control to keep from giggling. 

“Ah, I see,” you nodded, pretending to be in deep thought for a moment before adding, “I wonder how much I could take before choking.”

Sam coughed to keep himself from laughing at Dr. Griffin’s suddenly intense stare at you. Dean wasn’t so well-composed. 

“Alright thanks for your time I think we’ve gotta be going now we’ll call if we have any questions have a good day,” he got out in a rush, sending you and Sam a glare that said, “You’d better follow me out of here or you won’t hear the end of it later.”

You left with just a nod in Dr. Griffin’s direction. Play time was over, and now you had a case to work on. You and Sam followed Dean as he stormed back to the Impala. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel and pulled out of the parking lot. 

“Hey, you good, man?” you heard Sam quietly ask Dean. You looked out the window, pretending not to hear them. 

“Fan-fucking-tastic,” Dean replied, louder than necessary. You winced a bit as you saw him glowering at you from the rear view mirror, and you slid further down in your seat. What was he so upset about?

Later that day in the cheap motel room atmosphere you’d gotten used to since you began hunting with the brothers, the three of you were doing some research to see if anything supernatural was really the cause of this incident. 

“I’m starving,” Sam announced after a good half hour of silence. “Is anyone else hungry? I’ll go pick up some burgers or something.”

You looked up in shock. Sam hardly ever suggested burgers. As soon as you looked over at Dean, though, you knew that he was only doing it to try and get his brother out of whatever funk he’d been in for the past few hours. 

“I’ll just take a bacon cheeseburger,” you said after realizing that Dean wasn’t going to say anything voluntarily. “Dean? Do you want anything?”

“Just get me whatever looks good, Sammy,” he muttered, harshly turning the page in one of the books Sam had found. 

“Alright, I’ll be back,” Sam said as he grabbed his wallet and walked out the door. 

“And then there were two,” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. Dean didn’t even crack a grin, though, and you figured you’d have to do more than just that.

“Do you wanna watch a movie or something tonight, Dean?” you asked. “Anything you want.”

“Nope,” was the only response you got from the man across the room from you. You might have been imagining it, but it seemed that with every passing minute, he was scooting farther and farther away from you. 

“Well,” you tried again, “You wanna crack open a couple beers or something? Take a break from all this research?”

“I’m not really in the mood for socializing right now, y/n, but go ahead and grab me a beer from the fridge while you’re offering.”

So. That’s how this is gonna go down. You slid your chair out loudly from under you and stomped to the fridge, purposefully making as much noise as possible to let Dean know that you were frustrated. After you’d gotten his beer, you slammed it on the table in front of him and just stood there.

Dean looked up at you after realizing that you weren’t going away, and he said, “We’ve got work to do.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you finally exploded, huffing. “What did I do to make you act like such an ass?”

“Hm, I dunno,” Dean said sarcastically as he scooted back in his chair so that he had some room and crossed his arms. “Maybe it was that gross and unnecessary flirting you and Dr. G-spot were doing earlier today.”

Dr. G-spot, you thought. That’s kinda funny. You didn’t let on to your amusement thought as you scoffed, “Oh, you’re one to talk about gross and unnecessary flirting, Mr. I-go-to-the-bar-every-night-and-hook-up-with-the-first-girl-who-looks-at-me.”

“Don’t you turn this around on me,” Dean warned. “This is about you.”

“No, I think this is about you, actually. You’re the one who had such a big problem with me making a couple jokes,” you shot back. “This is something you have to figure out, not me.”

He didn’t say anything after that. He looked over at the book sitting forgotten on the table, but you knew he wasn’t actually reading any of it. You started to feel a bit guilty, wondering if you’d said something that hurt his feelings on accident. Before you could apologize, though, he said, “Don’t flirt with anyone else.” His voice had calmed down from before, and you could sense a feeling of... - what was that, jealousy? - in his voice. 

“Why not?” you asked, wondering if you were right about your suspicions as to how he was feeling. The possibility of him being jealous over you flirting with another guy made your heart beat a bit faster, and it annoyed you to no end because you didn’t know why. 

“Just don’t, y/n,” was your only reply, and it sounded like he was daring you to argue with him on this. You decided you’d had enough conflict for one day and just nodded. So that was the end of that conversation...

...Until later that night after Sam had gone to bed. It was your turn to sleep on the couch, and you couldn’t get comfortable enough to fall asleep. You were laying on your back wide awake, thinking about everything that had happened that day. Your mind wandered from what you could be dealing with on the case to how good your burger was to your earlier conversation with Dean.  You had one question about what he’d said. 

You knew Dean was still awake; you’d memorized what both of the boys’ breathing sounded like when they were sleeping. That sounds creepy, but it’s surprisingly easy to do after spending so many nights in the same motel room as them. Dean’s breathing wasn’t deep enough for him to be asleep yet. 

“What if it’s with you?” you said quietly into the darkness, looking in Dean’s direction even though you knew you wouldn’t be able to see him. 

“What?” he asked, and from his voice you could tell that his face was contorted in confusion. 

You paused for a second before saying, “What if I flirt with you?” 

You were referencing your conversation with Dean when he told you not to flirt with anyone else. He seemed to catch on to this, because with a smirk in his voice, he replied, “Well, now that wouldn’t be so bad.”

A/N: I started doing something new with including the word count and the interactive reader insert, so hopefully they add something to this! Again, sorry for being absent for so long. I promise to make it up to you!

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Combat and Confessions

Characters: Castiel / Reader

Summary: Castiel leaves on his own to go on a hunt, and you’re reluctant to let him go. 

Warnings: angst, swearing

Fear. That was the only emotion that you could detect as soon as Castiel had told you what he was planning. He was going to face a number of his brothers in what he said was “a battle sure to end in bloodshed.” Alone. 

Of course you weren’t scared for yourself, or Sam, or Dean. You were absolutely terrified of losing the man - well, angel - you loved. He didn’t know it yet, but you had a deep rooted fondness for the angel. You liked to think that he felt the same way, but you could never be sure with him. Some days he was one of the most affectionate people you’d ever met, and others he seemed to want nothing to do with you. 

In this moment, though, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. His face was scrunched up a bit, seemingly surprised at your opposition to him going alone. Or even going at all. 

“It’s basically a suicide mission, Castiel,” you told him, crossing your arms. You made sure to keep your voice down; Sam and Dean were in the other room and you didn’t feel the need to bring them into the conversation. “I’m not going to let you go waltzing to your death.”

“I don’t see where it’s your place to tell me what I can and can’t do,” he replied, stony-eyed. 

That comment took you aback. He was usually so welcoming of your opinions and ideas, so you hadn’t expected him to act so cold towards you. Should you tell him how you feel? a nagging voice in the back of your mind asked you. You shook the thought away, realizing that admitting your adoration would add to the complexity of the situation. 

“You’re my friend. I thought that I’d at least be able to tell you how I feel about things you do,” you said, careful to not let any emotions show on your face. 

“Well, I hear how you feel. And I’m choosing to ignore it.” Oh. That was rude. “You don’t get a say in this.”

“And why the hell not?” you shouted, finally breaking. Castiel shushed you to tell you to keep your voice down, but you had had enough. You weren’t going to just sit back and let your friend die. 

At that moment, Sam and Dean burst in the room. “What the hell is going on in here?” Dean asked, looking back and forth between you and Castiel.

“This asshole is going to face off against a bunch of angels and doesn’t want anyone to come with him,” you spat, putting emphasis on the word ‘asshole’ to let the angel know how you felt about the current situation. 

“Dean, it would be far too dangerous for any of you to accompany me,” Castiel tried to explain. “But I really must be leaving now, I can’t-”

“Woah woah woah, let’s just talk about this,” Sam suggested. “We don’t need to rush into anything.”

“There’s no time,” Castiel grumbled. “I’m sorry.”

You could tell that he was getting ready to take off, so you did the only thing you could think of to stop him from leaving. “I’m in love with you,” you whispered, not paying attention to the surprised gasps of the Winchesters behind you. You only focused on your angel. 

His head shot up and he looked you in the eye. Something was ignited in his eyes, but you couldn’t decipher the emotion. “I’ll be back,” he said simply, and then he was gone. 

“That bastard!” you shouted, turning around to face Sam and Dean. “Can you believe him?”

“Are you really in love with him?” Sam asked, ignoring your previous question. “Or were you just saying that to keep him here?”

“What do you think?” you sighed, plopping down on the couch. 

A few agonizing days later, you heard the ruffle of feathers from behind you. You twirled around fast enough to give yourself a head rush. Ignoring the blood pounding in your head, you surveyed Castiel. To your surprise, he seemed completely normal. There weren’t any cuts or bruises on his body; not so much as a single scratch. 

“I thought you said the fight would be bloody,” you said, mentally kicking yourself for how dumb the statement was. You had confessed your love for this guy before he left. Shouldn’t you be saying something more significant?

“Oh, trust me, it was. I, uh, cleaned myself up before returning to you. I didn’t want you to have to see me in that state,” he replied, avoiding eye contact with you. 

“Good idea,” you mumbled. You didn’t know if you could take seeing him so injured. “So,” you continued after a few seconds of awkward silence. “How did the fight go?”

“Are you really in love with me?” he asked bluntly, not answering your question. Funny, that had been happening a lot recently. 

“That’s exactly what Sam asked me once you left,” you noted, avoiding the question for as long as you could. Seeing his waiting eyes looking at you, though, you couldn’t help but let out a sigh and nod your head, not able to say aloud how you felt. 

Without saying anything, Castiel strode up to you and grabbed your face in both of his hands before kissing you passionately. You weren’t expecting this reaction from him, so you were frozen for a moment. He started to pull away, thinking he had misinterpreted your nod. To reassure him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back with just as much fervor. 

That went on for a few minutes. The only thing mattering to you in that moment was Castiel’s lips on yours. Just like you had been waiting for for a long time.

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i got this wonderful shirt at the thrift store

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Should I read Twist And Shout? I've heard that it was really good, but also that it's super painful to read because of all the feels it gives... Is the quality of the story worth the pain I'll feel by the end?

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i just wanted to let you know that i love your blog :)

Thank you so much! I really appreciate it :)

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If someone sent you a request for charlie, would you be willing to write it?? idk if you're comfortable writing girlxgirl imagines, so i'm just asking :)

Yes, I could totally do that! I’d love Charlie, so I’d definitely be up for writing something with her in it :)

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“Dean, can I talk to you for a second?” Sam asked Dean while you were in the bathroom.

The three of you had just finished a particularly difficult hunt, and you were celebrating at a local bar.

“Sure. What’s up?” Dean replied, looking expectantly at his brother.

“Do...do you like y/n?” Sam wondered, cutting to the chase. 

“Of course I do,” Dean replied instantly.

“No, I mean, do you...like like y/n?” Sam rephrased, feeling childish at his choice of words.

Dean shrugged and raised his eyebrows, chuckling a bit. “I dunno, Sammy. There’s just something about y/n...”

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Announcement!!

We just hit 2k followers! I can’t thank you guys enough for your support with this blog :)

I want to do something to celebrate and thank you all, but I’m not sure what…maybe I’ll start a series or I’ll do a promo..? If you have any ideas, please let me know! I’d love to hear some, as I am clueless at the moment :)

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Those AU's are lovely XD, will you be writing some of them?

I can, yeah! If there’s a specific one you wanna see me write, just let me know :)

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AU Ideas

So I just thought of a whole bunch of ideas if anyone is looking for AU prompts or whatever and I thought I’d share them with you!

“i could have sworn you were my friend at the mall cuz you’re exactly the same height, but it turns out you’re not so i’m really sorry for smacking your butt” au

“hey i was drunk one night a called a random number and ranted to you and you actually listened, and now i’m seeing you in person and omg this is super awkward” au

“please don’t judge me for crying over this dropped ice cream cone, i was really looking forward to it” au

“we’re on a road trip with a whole bunch of friends and we’re forced to share a bed in a hotel and wowww there’s a lot of sexual tension” au

“hey it’s our wedding anniversary let’s take a look at our certificate of marriage..wait what do you mean we’ve been celebrating it on the wrong day for the past 6 years” au

“hey i got you the cutest cat for your birthday just look at it’s face!! wait no stop sneezing what do you mean you’re allergic?” au

“i’m working at a new office and oh wow you’re cute maybe i should flirt with you wAIT SHIT you’re my new boss, hello” au

“babe i’m completely fine please leave me alone, a sneeze is not the side-effect of stage 4 cancer” au

“you sat with me on the bus and started bitching about some girl you know, and oh wow i know her too and hate her just as much!” au

“i’m so sorry my son just grabbed your hair and won’t let go, oh shit he’s slobbering all over you now” au

“i accidentally gave you the wrong dosage of your medication and now we’d better get to the hospital before you pass out and possibly die” au

“we’re lab partners and we’re dissecting a frog and i passed out, and when i woke up you were carrying me to the nurse’s office and WOW you’re really buff” au

“we were arguing last night and you come out of your room completely naked and yeah i’m gonna need you to put on some pants before i can take this make-up conversation seriously” au

“we’re at a concert and i have no idea who you are, but i’m short and you’re a fucking giant so can i sit on your shoulders?” au

“hey sorry for the last minute notice but i’m calling to cancel our date cuz i’m currently in the ER” au

“you’re my waiter and i’m on a crappy date with some douchebag and thank you for sticking up for me” au

There may be more posts like this in the future because I actually love coming up with these ideas. Let me know if you write anything using one of these so that I can read it, or if you want me to write some more!

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Exercise Sucks

Characters: Dean / Reader

Requested by anonymous:  if you're willing to, can you write an imagine where y/n convinces dean to go running with her, but something bad happens during the run? like dean trips and falls or something like that? idk i just think you'd do a good job writing something like this!

Warnings: swearing, minor injury

You were very aware of the fact that Dean disliked almost every kind of physical activity. It wasn’t that he was out of shape or anything; he was strong and had fairly good cardiovascular endurance. It was just that he didn’t enjoy anything with the sole purpose of making him healthier. 

You don’t know why you thought Dean would agree to go on a run with you. You just woke up one morning with the intent of getting him to exercise with you. You woke up a little before 9:00, knowing that he would already be awake. There weren’t any cases that you and the boys were working on, so there was no reason for Dean to refuse going with you. 

After putting on a pair of running leggings, a t-shirt, and a watch, you left your room to find the boys. They were sitting in the library, each sipping on a cup of coffee. 

“Good morning, boys,” you smiled, opting for a bottle of water instead of coffee. 

“Aaand, where are you going?” Dean asked, confused as to why you weren’t wearing “normal” clothes. 

“I’m going on a run,” you replied. “And you’re going with me.”

Dean’s eyes widened and Sam scoffed, knowing that his brother would rather face off with a demon than go on a run. 

“I never agreed to that,” Dean argued, crossing his arms. 

“Yes you did. Just now,” you smirked, patting your boyfriend on the shoulder. “You’d better get ready; we’re leaving in 10 minutes.”

Dean sputtered incoherently, trying to thing of an excuse as to why he couldn’t go. Sam laughed and shook his head, saying, “C’mon, Dean. It’ll be good for you.”

“Why don’t you go with her, then?” Dean grumbled, standing up and finishing his coffee. 

“Sam already gets plenty of exercise,” you explained. “How about this,” you continued, resorting to bribing him. “Once we get back, I’ll take you to that burger place down the street. Sam can come too, if he wants. You’ll deserve a burger once you’re done burning all those calories.”

Dean groaned but agreed, mumbling something about how he wouldn’t like it one bit. 

You and Sam laughed as he trudged his way to his room to change clothes. This would be interesting...

“Okay, let’s take a left here,” you said, tapping Dean lightly on his arm. 

The two of you were about 15 minutes into your run, and Dean already was complaining. What else was to be expected, though?

“We’re gonna have to go up a hill, then,” he groaned, stopping for a moment and leaning over to catch his breath. 

“That’s the point. It’ll increase our endurance,” you explained, jogging back over to Dean and running in place while he caught his breath. “You ready?” you asked after a bit.

“I guess,” he sighed, standing back up straight and nodding. “Let’s get this over with.”

The two of you started running up the hill, and you were a bit in front of Dean; about arm’s length away. Everything was going well until you heard Dean sputter a bit. You turned around to see what was going on, but before you could turn around all the way, Dean tripped and fell right on top of you. 

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed on your way down to the ground, squealing a bit. “Dean!”

“I’m so sorry,” he said, getting off of you as quick as he could. “Are you okay?”

When Dean fell, your legs took most of the impact. You examined them, noticing that your left one hurt a lot more than your right leg.

“My leg really hurts,” you frowned, trying to stand up. Dean immediately reached out to help you, and you took his hand. “I think I’m done running for the day,” you admitted. 

“Thank God,” Dean exhaled, trying to make a joke. He smiled a bit when you chuckled, thankful that you weren’t mad at him. “Let’s get you home.”

“You’re gonna be the one to explain all of this to Sam,” you laughed, anxious to see how Sam would react. He wouldn’t be mad; you knew that. You just thought he would find it funny. 

“At least this gives me an excuse to not go running again,” Dean noted, wrapping one of his arms around your shoulder and helping you limp away. 

The two of you were silent for a few moments as you focused on walking without hurting your leg. Dean changed that, though, when he said, “So, um, am I still getting that burger?”

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I’m Hungry

Characters: Dean / Reader

Requested by anonymous: hey! can you write a one shot based on the au “ mY CHIPS WOULDN’T COME OUT THE VENDING MACHINE AND I GOT MAD AND TRIED TO GRAB IT BUT NOW MY HAND’S STUCK AND PLS STOP LAUGHING AT ME THIS IS V SERIOUS IM GOIG TO CRy”? 

Warnings: swearing

A/N: I’m not going to make this an au; it’ll just be a normal imagine :)

You, Sam, and Dean had been tracking what seemed to be a vampire nest for the past few days. You were staying in a cheap motel (what else was new?), and the only restaurant close to it was closed for the night. Currently, the three of you were inside your motel room.

“What are we gonna do?” you groaned, grabbing on to Dean’s arm dramatically. “We’re all going to starve!”

“y/n, it’s only been since breakfast,” Sam chuckled, seeming to be amused at your distraught state. 

“And it’s almost midnight now! It’s been over 12 hours, and I’m ready to explode from hunger, Sammy,” you told him seriously.

Dean wrapped his arm that you were grabbing around your shoulders, laughing. 

“Dean!” you grumbled, shaking his arm off of you. If he was going to laugh at your pain, you didn’t need him around you! “This is no laughing matter!”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” he agreed, nodding and putting a serious expression on his face. “How about this,” he continued, pulling out his wallet. “Here’s 10 bucks. There’s a vending machine outside just around the corner. Go get some snacks for the three of us and we’ll have something to eat, okay?”

You nodded, a smile creeping its way onto your face. “Thanks,” you said before sprinting outside and to the vending machine. 

After contemplating what you should buy with the 10 dollars, you decided to get one of a few different things. Everything was going fine until you put in a dollar for a bag of chips. 

You pressed A6 - the identifying code for the chips - and waited for them to fall into the slot for you to pick them up. They started falling and you smiled, but your smile faded away when you realized that they were stuck in their spot, still. Half of the bag was hanging down and the other half was still in its slot. 

“God dammit,” you sighed, kneeling in front of the machine. You banged on it a few times, hoping to knock it down, but it didn’t work. 

What if I just reached in there and grabbed them? you wondered. After all, the chips were on the lowest row. You could reach them...right?

You stuck your arm through the slot and wiggled your hand around, trying to feel around for the bag of chips. You finally got a grip on them, so you started to pull your hand out of the machine. Your eyes widened, though, when you realized that you were stuck. 

“Shit!” you exclaimed, pulling harder. It didn’t work. “Dean!” you called out, hoping by some miracle he’d hear you. 

He didn’t though, so you sighed and sat down, accepting your fate. You were going to die here. 

“y/n?” you heard a voice say a few minutes later. You instantly scrambled to your knees and turned around, seeing Dean smirking at you. “What’s going on?” he asked. 

“I...I’m stuck,” you mumbled, looking down. “The chips got stuck in the machine so I put my arm up there to get them, but now my arm is stuck, too.”

“Alright, well let’s see how we can get your arm out, then,” Dean said, and you could hear the amusement in his voice. After a few seconds of looking at your arm, he said, “I think I’m just gonna have to pull it out.”

“But that’s gonna hurt!” you frowned, not enjoying the thought of yanking your arm out. 

“We don’t really have another choice, y/n.” With that, Dean knelt on the ground and yanked at your arm without any warning. 

“Son of a bitch, Dean, that hurts!” you exclaimed, your eyes widening. You realized then that it had worked. “But the chips are still stuck!” you sighed, jutting your lower lip forward. 

 “It’s okay. Leave ‘em. We’ve got plenty of snacks already,” Dean assured you, taking your hand in his. “Let’s go back inside.”

“Okay,” you nodded, walking with him back into the motel room. Hopefully he wouldn’t tell Sam what had happened...

“Sam, guess what happened to y/n!” Dean said as soon as the two of you were back inside. 

Great, you rolled your eyes. 

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A Better Life

Characters: Sam / Reader

Requested by anonymous:  can you do one where the reader and Sam were together, but the reader vanishes and they cant find her? then a year later, they're hunting a jinn and she's there, completely out of it, and almost dead?

Warnings: swearing

A/N: I’m going to change the year to a week, because I’m not quite sure if a Djinn would keep someone for over a year...It’s possible, but since I’m not sure, I’m just going to stick with something I’d be more comfortable with :)

“Mary, do you happen to know where Sam is?” you asked, turning toward your soon-to-be mother-in-law. 

“I’m sorry, y/n, he said he was going out with Dean for the day. He didn’t mention when he’d be back,” she replied, smiling sorrily at you. 

You shrugged, not caring as long as someone knew where he was. “I’ll just hang out with you here, then,” you decided, grinning and scooting closer to her on the couch. 

“That sounds great,” she agreed, wrapping one of her arms around you in a quick hug before pulling away and turning on the TV. 

“Dammit Dean, where could she be?” Sam grumbled, slamming his hands on the dash board. 

“Sam, we figured out where the Djinn is. We’re almost there,” Dean replied, sighing. He knew that Sam was worried about you, but it was starting to get a bit annoying to be honest...

“I’m sorry,” Sam apologized, leaning back in his seat. “It’s just...it’s been a week, Dean. I’m starting to freak out, in case you can’t tell.”

“Oh, I can tell, alright,” Dean chuckled dryly. “Listen, I get it. You’re worried. I’m worried about y/n, too. But we’re so close, so unless something goes seriously wrong while we’re getting her back, she’ll be with you soon.”

Sam nodded, understanding that there was nothing he could do now except prepare to kick some Djinn ass. 

“We’re back!” Dean shouted through the house, Sam trailing behind him. 

“Where did you guys go?” John asked, standing up to greet them. 

“Ah, just went out shopping to get some stuff for Sammy’s bachelor party,” Dean smirked, nudging his brother. 

“There’s only gonna be three people there, Dean,” he shook his head while smiling. “You, Dad, and I.”

“So? That doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to have the best night of your life! Well, besides you and y/n’s wedding night,” he joked, winking. 

“Aaand, that’s enough,” you laughed, standing up and hugging Sam. “I can’t believe we’re getting married in less than a week,” you chuckled into his chest so that only he could hear you.

You felt Sam nod and kiss the top of your head. “I’m so excited,” he admitted. “You’re going to look so beautiful.”

“Oh, and I don’t anyways?” you asked, putting your hands on your hips. You were joking of course; Sam knew that. 

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” Sam told you, taking your hand as the two of you made your way to the couch. 

“My baby boy is getting married!” Mary gushed, putting her hands up to her face to emphasize her excitement. 

“Alright Sam, don’t get all reckless when you see y/n there. Keep a level head; we don’t need you getting caught, too,” Dean reminded his brother. 

“Got it,” Sam nodded. “Let’s go.” With that, he pushed open the door to the warehouse and jogged inside. 

After about a minute of looking around, Sam heard Dean call his name. Sam rushed over to where his voice was coming from.

There you stood, held up by chains wrapped around your wrists. It took all of Sam’s strength to not run over to you right now. Thankfully, Dean said, “Sammy, go over to y/n. Wake her up. I’ll look for the son of a bitch that took her.”

Sam nodded his thanks and went over to you, quickly undoing the chains that held you in place. As soon as he undid them, though, you fell over, so he had to hold you up. 

“y/n?” he said, ignoring the feeling of panic he got when you didn’t wake up and instead focusing on how happy he was that you were back in his arms. “Wake up.”

When you didn’t move, Sam shook you a bit. “y/n? Can you hear me?” His face brightened when he saw you starting to move. 

“Sam?” you asked, opening your eyes. “What happened?”

“A Djinn got you. You’re back in real life now, though.”

You groaned, realizing what that meant. “I wanted to stay,” you complained, slouching. 

“Why?” Sam wondered. “What happened?”

After deciding that he should know what your hallucinations were, you told him, “Your mom was alive, Sam. And so was your dad. We were all happy and living in Lawrence, and you and I....we were getting married in less than a week,” you said that last part with a laugh. “It was...perfect.”

Sam didn’t say anything for a while. Right as you were beginning to regret telling him, he said, “Well, we can’t do anything about my mom or dad. And we can’t settle in any one place for too long...”

“But?” you asked, sensing that there was something else he wanted to say. 

“We can work on that last part coming true.”

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Come Home

Characters: Dean / Reader (daddy!Dean)

Requested by anonymous:  Hi! Can you write a daddy-daughter Dean imagine? One where Dean has a daughter that he and Sam leave alone for some reason, and she gets really worried about them? Also, can it be written in 3rd person, but still us y/n??

Warnings: slight angst

A/N: I had a really cool (I think) idea for this, so I hope you guys like it :) Sorry if you don’t like 3rd person...I’ll have an imagine written in 2nd person up soon!

“You be good now, y/n, you hear?” Dean said to his daughter, looking her sternly in the eyes. “Don’t do anything you wouldn’t do if I were here.”

“Dad, I’m 13,” y/n rolled her eyes. “I know how to look after myself.”

“I know you do,” Dean chuckled as he ruffled y/n’s hair. “I’ll see you soon, alright?” With that, Dean, hugged y/n tightly, giving her a little squeeze before pulling away.

Sam and Dean had gotten a troubling call from Sheriff Jody Mills. They wanted to go check it out, but Dean was reluctant to take his daughter along. She knew about the life that her dad lived, but she hadn’t been hunting, yet. 

That was why Sam suggested leaving her alone in a motel room that they were staying in. At first, Dean was even more opposed to this. However, after some reassuring from Sam, he agreed that this would be the safest place for y/n while he and Sam were seeing what was going on with Sheriff Mills. 

“You ready to go?” Sam asked his brother. 

“Yeah,” Dean nodded, picking up his bag. “Be careful, y/n. I mean it,” he said as he walked out the door, closing it behind him. 

y/n ran to the window, watching as Dean waved from the Impala. The car pulled away, and soon it was no longer in sight. She smiled, already thinking of the things she would be able to do while she was alone. 

I can blast music as loud as I want! she thought, her eyes widening at the idea of so much freedom. I have dad’s credit card; I can order what ever food I wanna eat!

It had been 4 days since Sam and Dean had left y/n. She had gotten a few phone calls a day for the first 2 days, but after that, they stopped. She tried calling Sam’s phone, too, just in case Dean had lost his or something. But Sam’s phone went straight to voicemail. And y/n was starting to worry. 

5 days. Still no signs from Sam or Dean. She had texted them both about 20 times, but neither of them replied. 

6 days. Maybe they left you, she started to think. Maybe they just didn’t want to have to take care of you anymore, so they ran away. 

7 days. One week since her dad and her uncle had left, and 5 days since they’d stopped communicating with her. And, to be honest, y/n was starting to lose hope that they would ever come back. 

A week later, y/n was laying in bed sleeping. Sleeping was the only thing that stopped her from worrying about her dad, and even then, she still had dreams about the terrible things that could be happening to him. 

At about 2:30 in the morning, y/n heard the door to the motel room open. She sat up right away, suddenly wide awake. 

“y/n?” she heard a voice call. 

“Uncle Sam?” y/n replied, relief flooding her voice. “What happened? I tried contacting you, and no one answered.”

Sam turned on the lights, and y/n was momentarily blinded. “I know, I’m so sorry,” Sam apologized, sitting on the side of her bed. “I was so focused on getting here as quick as I could, I didn’t even pick up my phone. I’m sorry, I should have let you know what was going on.”

y/n nodded, accepting her uncle’s apology. “So, where’s dad?” she asked. “Shouldn’t he be here with you?”

Sam took a deep breath and looking down at the covers on the bed. “I...There’s really no easy way to say this...”

“Say what?” y/n wondered. Anxiety was creeping its way into her thoughts, and she automatically thought of worst case scenarios. 

“Well, um...your dad’s on a hunting trip. And he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

A/N: Sorry this is kinda short, but I wanted to know if you guys are even interested in something like this! If you want, I can make a sequel to this or whatever, but only if you’d be interested in it! Let me know :)

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Taste Tester

Characters: Sam & Dean (non-reader insert)

Requested by anonymous:  Imagine Sam glancing at Dean's screen after Dean's scrawled a note to himself and left in a hurry, and seeing an open pinterest email titled "10 award-worthy pie recipes" with pictures of a whole bunch of different pies. (Implication that Dean went out to buy ingredients)

Warnings: none

A/N: I know that this isn’t a reader insert, but this is a hilarious idea and I just had to write it! Also, this will be written in third person. It’s a bit short, but I really enjoyed writing it!

Everything was quiet in the bunker. Cas hadn’t been in contact with Sam or Dean in a few days, and neither of the boys could find a case to work on. Dean suggested that they take a well-deserved break day, and surprisingly, Sam agreed. 

Dean was sitting at the table in the bunker scrolling through a website on the computer while Sam was in the kitchen making a snack. It was about 4:30, so he didn’t want anything big; just something to hold him over until dinner time. 

All of a sudden, Sam heard a thud coming from the other room. He walked around the corner and saw Dean standing up from his seat at the table. 

“Where are you going?” Sam wondered, tilting his head to the side. Neither of the boys had mentioned leaving the bunker at all for the day, so Sam was a bit curious as to why Dean was deciding to leave all of a sudden. 

“Out shopping for a bit. I’ll be back soon,” Dean replied, grabbing his jacket from where it was draped over a chair. Before making his way towards the door, he grabbed a sheet of paper by the computer and crumbled it in his hand. He shut the computer and walked up the stairs and out the door.

That was weird, Sam thought to himself. He went over to where Dean had been sitting and opened the computer again. Closing the lid had logged Dean out of the computer, but since they shared an account, Sam just logged back in. When he saw what was displayed on the screen, Sam couldn’t help but laugh out loud. 

There at the top of the page were the words in big bold print: “10 Award-Winning Pie Recipes! You’re Got To Try Them All!”

As Sam continued to scroll down the page, his smile grew wider and wider. Each pie seemed to get more and more complex, but knowing Dean, Sam figured that his brother would be willing to try and make all of them. 

As Sam shook his head and closed the computer lid again, he thought, Well, I guess I’ll be participating in a lot of taste-testing tonight. 

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Be Okay

Characters: Sam / Reader

Requested by my-pen-is-my-sword:  I would love a SamxReader one during the Trials and Sam is being stupid and stubborn and the reader is really worried about him and trying to make him take care of himself. Pile on the fluff, angst, hurt, and of course the feels!

Warnings: Slight angst

A/N: This is going to take place after Sam had completed the first trial (which was bathing in a hellhound’s blood, for those of you who may not remember). :)

You and Dean were outside your motel room while Sam was inside showering. The two of you had been noticing some strange behavior from Sam lately, and you were itching to talk about it to someone else that cared about Sam, too.

“Dean, something is definitely going on with him,” you insisted. “He’s been...hiding things from you and I, I think.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Dean sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “He’s hurting, y/n. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s hurting.”

Dean’s statement just about broke your heart. “Why doesn’t he trust us?” you asked softly, crossing your arms across your chest. “All he has to do is let us know how he’s feeling and we can help him.”

Dean chuckled without humor and said, “Well, y/n, you and I both know that Sam and I don’t really enjoy opening up to people about our feelings.”

“And that’s definitely one of your worst traits,” you smiled dryly, shaking your head. 

Just then, the motel door opened. You and Dean looked up and saw Sam standing there with a confused look on his face. 

“Is everything okay out here?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. 

“Yup, we’re good. We were just chatting,” you answered. 

“We were talking about you, actually,” Dean admitted, wanting to get Sam to talk. 

Sam tilted his head to the side, asking, “Oh, really? What about?”

“Ah, just about how much we love you,” you grinned, shooting a look at Dean. You didn’t think that now was the right time to talk about what was going on with Sam.

“Um, okay,” Sam said, shaking his head. “Anyways, it’s pretty late. I think we should all be heading to bed soon.”

“Good idea,” Dean nodded, pushing past Sam and walking into the motel room. “Turn the lights off when you’re clocking out for the night,” he said as he plopped down on his bed. 

Great, you thought. Now Dean’s upset. Sam held the door open for you, and you walked inside. You would talk to Sam in the morning...

When you woke up the next day, Sam wasn’t next to you. You sat up quickly, ignoring the head rush that came. A quick inspection showed that Dean wasn’t there, either. 

“Relax,” you heard a voice say, and you instantly relaxed. Sam was walking out of the bathroom, chuckling a bit at your nervous state. “Dean’s out getting breakfast for us.”

“Right,” you nodded, focusing on calming your breathing. You realized that now would be a good time to talk to Sam about the trials, so you mustered up your courage and said, “Sam, we need to talk.”

Sam was all ears after that. He rushed over to the bed where you were sitting and sat next to you, asking questions about what he did wrong and if you were okay. 

“No, everything is okay between us, and everything is okay with me. I just wanted to talk to you about the trials.”

“Oh, well, okay then,” Sam said, visibly relaxing. He was still a bit tense, though, hesitant to talk about the trials. “What about them?”

“Sam, Dean and I can both tell that they’re affecting you.” He was about to say something to interrupt you, but you held up your hand to tell him to wait. “They’re hurting you, and as much as you try to hide it, both Dean and I can see it. I’m not telling you to stop going through with these and to let Dean do them for you, I just want you to talk to me or Dean about what you’re feeling...”

He was quiet for a moment before replying, “It’s not like I can be any more careful, y/n. I’m doing everything I can to stay safe and to complete the trials at the same time.”

“I’m not telling you to be more careful,” you rushed to clarify yourself. “I understand how dangerous these are, and I understand that you want to go through with completing them. I just want you to feel like you’re able to talk to someone about how you’re feeling without being afraid of them worrying about you. I worry about you constantly, if I’m being honest. I’d feel a lot better once you start opening up, though.”

Neither you nor Sam spoke for a solid 30 seconds. Then, Sam said, “Thank you.”

“For what?” you wondered. 

“You’re not ridiculing me for doing the trials like Dean is. You’re a lot more understanding about my choice. And you’re willing to listen to me without judgement....Dean would get after me and persuade me to let him complete the trials...so thank you,” Sam explained. 

“You’re welcome,” you grinned, leaning your head on Sam’s shoulder. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you tight. “I just want you to be okay.”

“I will be,” Sam assured you. “As long as you’re this understanding and supportive, I’ll be fine.”

A/N: Okay, I want to apologize for not being on here in so long. I’m just getting back into the swing of writing again, so bear with me with these next few imagines. Thanks for all of your continued support :)

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