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the best trio ever honestly

my favorite scene in the whole tv history

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Young Again

Word Count : 750

Pairings: young!dean, young!reader, young!sammy (there will be chapters where they’re the regular age in the future as well.)

A/N: OKay guys I’m so so so sorry I haven’t back active for so long. I know it’s been a few months I’ve just been caught up in so much shit. But I think I’m finally back and don’t worry I will be working on all my other series and requests I just want to know if this is a series you guys would read. Please let me know!

“y/n!!” I heard from downstairs. I sighed and lifted my head from the homework I was doing. “What!?” I shouted back. My mom was upstairs now and she opened my door. “The Winchesters are here.” She said with a grim look. “What!? No no no.. They didn’t even warn you?” I said, my eyes filled with dread and shock. Dean bloody Winchester. The last time I saw him was when I was thirteen, so last year. He’s one year older than me. He’ll be fifteen now. His little brother Sammy will be 11. Sammy’s my favourite. Sammy saw me as an older sister that he didn’t see that ofter. I looked after him whenever they came down.

“I know. I know,” Mom sighed. I could see this was out of her control, and with the squabbling her and John Winchester have been having lately, it was clear she didn’t want them here as much as I did. “Are they downstairs?” I asked after a few seconds pause. She nodded. “I poured them coffee. Well Sammy doesn’t drink coffee so I poured him tea but you know what I’m getting at.” I smiled at her, trying to reassure her. “It’ll be fine. I’m sure.” We lost Dad to a monster. John killed it before it got the rest of us. Me, my mom and the twins. The twins were only three at the time, now they’re nine, and as smart as ever. Them and Sammy got alone well.

Ever since Dad’s accident the Winchester’s have been coming to our town every year or two. I reconed John liked my mother, in a romantic type of way. But he had no chance with her, she was still heart-broken over Dad, even though it had been six years. “Well, you should come downstairs.” Mom said. I nodded. With every step down my stairs my hate for Dean Winchester grew stronger. We had had a fight, the last time I saw him. Not an arguement, a full on fight. I boxed him in the nose and he broke one of my rips. I don’t even remember what we were fighting about.

“Hello.” I said with a smile as I walked into the kitchen. Sammy eye’s flew open and he came and threw his arms around me. “Heya Sammy.” I muttered, giving him a hug. “You’ve gotten so tall buddy!” I said. He giggled and went back to the table. I saw John scowl at him and I felt bad for him. He was just being a kid. “Y/n.” Dean said. I turned my eyes to him. He looked - different. More grown up. He had a jawline? Since when. His eyes were still the same sickenly green. “Dean.” I chocked out, forcing a grin. He sipped his coffee, refusing to look me in the eye. His hair had gotten darker, his freckles had faded slightly. He had a black eye as well. What had happened to him?

“You want coffee y/n?” Mom said. I looked at the time. It was five. “Sure - but I’ll make it. You should sit down.” I replied. Mom grinned at me and took her seat at the table. “A real lady.” John said. I laughed nervously. I hated being called a lady, or a princess or anything degrading really. “You’ve really changed since the last time we’ve seen you. Ain’t that right Dean?” John continued talking. I froze for a second. Have I changed? “I guess. You dyed your hair?” Dean asked. I poured the coffee into my cup and turned to face them. “Yup I did. I think purple suits me don’t you?” I said with a grin. Dean seemed taken aback slightly. “Um - I guess yeah. I never took you for one to die your hair.” He said, snapping back with a smart-ass of a tone. “Guess you never really knew me then.” I said, smirking again. His face dropped and I took a sip of coffee. I loved pissing him off.

“Well - uh. I think we should cut right to the chase and tell you why we’re really here.” John said. Mom looked at him with fear and I saw his symphony in his eyes. “There’s something bad going on. Something really really bad.” He said.

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Bring Me Back Masterlist

Request: Hello hello :) I'd love to request a Dean one! I love all things retro/vintage so I thought what if Dean met reader when he's traveling back in time to the 40s and falls in love with her? I'll leave the end up to you :) thank you so much and happy holidays!! @misspygmypie

Part 1

Part 1 (edited)

Part 2 (coming soon!!)

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Bring Me Back

Request: Hello hello :) I'd love to request a Dean one! I love all things retro/vintage so I thought what if Dean met reader when he's traveling back in time to the 40s and falls in love with her? I'll leave the end up to you :) thank you so much and happy holidays!! @misspygmypie

Warnings: language, mention of smut angst, fluff if you squint

Pairings: dean x 40s!reader

Word Count: 1400

A/N: So I’m thinking of writing a part 2 to this as it ends on a cliffhanger, but let me know if thats something you guys would like!

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“Sam? Sam!” Dean exclaimed as the bright light surrounded him. He heard his brother shout his name back but it was too late. Dean fell in a dark alleyway, his head still spinning. “Shit. Sammy?” He asked around, but Sam hadn’t followed him through. He saw a set of headlights from one end of the alleyway. Brushing himself off, he walked over to the opening. “Holy shit.” He whispered. He certainly wasn’t in his generation. Maybe the 50’s? That witch really messed him up.

The buildings were old and made out of stone. He heard lively chatter from a bar down the road and a horse pulling a cart trotted by, a man in a suit and tophat sitting in it. Over across the road he saw a row of small houses, a woman peeking out the window of one.

“Hello?” Said a timid voice. Dean turned around and saw a young woman standing there. She was wearing a red dress that was tied around the middle. She looked young, no older than twenty or twenty one. “You look lost.” She said with a smile. “I - um. What year is it?” He asked. “1942. Why? If you don’t mind me asking.” The young woman gave him a puzzled look. “No reason. I - I am lost.” He said. She clutched her purse tighter and looked him up and down. “Is that your evening wear?” She asked, stifling a laugh. “I’m lost.” He repeated, more stern. The woman nodded and gestured to follow her.

“I’m Mary by the way. Mary y/l/n. But I will be Mary Smith once I get married in a month or two.” She informed him. “I’m Dean. Dean Winchester.” He told her. “That’s an odd name. How did your wife settle for the last name Winchester?” Mary joked, leading him down a cobbled road. “I actually don’t have a wife.” Dean said. Mary almost stopped in her tracks. “What? At that age? My god.” She said. “Anyways. Here we are.”

On front of Dean was a bungalow. It had a small garden and the chimney had smoke coming out of it. He nodded as she lead him in. All he wanted to do was to go home, but maybe if he could ask around first. Get to know Mary. “I’m living with my sister until I get married. She works for us. Don’t tell anyone but she dresses as a man to get a higher paycheque.” Mary said. Dean nodded. “That makes sense.” He replied. Mary opened an old wooden door that lead into a kitchen. A woman was sitting at the kitchen table, a cigarette hanging out of her mouth as she flicked through a book.

Her eyes widened as she saw Dean enter. “Don’t worry y/n. He was lost. So I brought him home.” She said sweetly. Y/n slammed the book down angrily and put out the cigarette. She stood up and Mary shrunk into the wall. “Mary are you mad! Do you know what this man could do? We can’t risk anyone knowing about where we get out money from remember?” She snapped. Dean's eyes trailed over her. She was wearing a suit, the tie loose and it was buttoned down one or two. Her hair down and messy from a day's work. He thought she was quite pretty. Hot even.

“It’s fine okay? Mary already told me about it and I think it’s totally fair.” Dean assured her. “Who are you? Why do you have that accent and what is with your clothes?” Y/n asked, folding her arms over her chest. “My name is Dean. Dean Winchester. I’m not from around here, hell I’m not from this time either. I’m from the future.” He said. “Oh jesus. Mary you brought home a nutter.” She hissed. “I’m not a nutter. Look..” Dean said, taking out his phone. “What on earth …” y/n muttered, grabbing it from him. “It’s a phone.” He told her. Y/n scoffed. “A phone? This is not a phone. This is a - a..” she struggled for words. “A phone.” Dean said smugly, grabbing it back off her.

“Well if you’re from the future.. then how did you get back here?” Mary asked. Dean shrugged. “I’m not sure.” He lied. “Bullshit.” Y/n said. “Y/n! You can’t curse in front of a guest! That’s not very ladylike of you.” Mary gasped. Y/n gave her a bitter look. “Oh suck it Mary. I’ve been acting like a man for the past five years. I can talk like one as well.” She retorted. Mary opened her mouth to talk but y/n held up her hand. “Anyways. You didn’t answer my question. How did you get back here?” Y/n said to Dean. “That was actually my question…” Mary trailed off.

Dean ended up giving both of them the ‘monster talk’. He didn’t want to, but y/n was clever. She’d probably figure it out anyways. Mary soon went off to her future husband's house, he wanted to see her or something. That left Y/n and Dean sitting on the couch in her living room. She poured Dean a glass of whiskey and poured one for herself too. “It’s all so.. horrifying.” She said, going to light another cigarette. Dean stopped her. “Don’t. Trust me. In the future, they find out these are really bad. They’ve killed a lot of people.” He said. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “My god..” she muttered.

“You and your brother are very brave.” Y/n said. Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah. We just do what has to be done.” He said, sipping the whiskey. There was silence for a while. “Dean? Can I ask you something?” She said after a while. Dean nodded. “Of course. What?” She bit her bottom lip and it made Dean’s stomach do a somersault. He wished he didn’t feel this way about her. But he did. “What’s it like for women? In the future I mean. Do we - do we have rights? Do we still work?” She asked in a small voice. Dean nodded. “Yes. I’d say you’d like it there. Women are treated as equals, with the exception of a few assholes. Pay is even. There’s no pressure to get married. People go their entire lives without getting married..” he told her.

Her face was covered in awe as she sat for a few moments. Dean found himself even more attracted to her. The way her hair moved away from her face, how her eyebrows furrowed when she was thinking, how her eyes lit up. He could go on. She looked back up at him. Her eyes darting down to his lips and back up again. “Dean. Are you sure this is a good idea?” She muttered as he got closer. He shook his head. “It’s fine. We’ll be fine.” He whispered, before his lips grazed over hers. He pulled her in and she wrapped her arms around him. The kiss was messy and clumsy, but he didn’t care.

When she pulled away, her face was full of lust. He grinned. “Dean. Can we - can we have, you know…” she asked. Dean chuckled. “You want to have sex sweetheart?” He said. She nodded eagerly. “Where’s the bed in this place?” He asked with a smile, pulling her off the couch by the hand, giving her another messy kiss. They stumbled through the hallway, y/n dragging him in her bedroom and closing the door behind them. Let’s just say she was very glad Mary had left for the night.

“Dean. I have something to ask you.” Y/n muttered, her hands on his chest. “Ask away.” He whispered. “Can you bring me back with you? To the future? When you’re going. Please Dean. It sounds so lovely. I can live with you and get a job and I won’t have to dress up as a man…” she asked him. “I - I’ll have to think about it.” Dean said after a while. To be honest, Dean had already fallen for y/n. But he didn’t want to bring her into his life. It sucked, she had so much to live for back here. She smiled and hovered over him, her hair messily framing her face. She kissed him again, before curling backup beside him. “I’ll think about it..” he whispered, holding her close to him. He had to make a choice. Did he really want to let her go?

Update: okayy guys I actually decided to edit this and add in a little more. So if you’ve read this already, sorry haha. Here’s the edited version! It’s 2,000 words instead of 1,400. Part 2 is coming soon!

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Bring Me Back (edited)

Warnings: language, implied smut

Word Count : 2000

Pairings: dean x 40’s reader

A/N: so this is the editied version of my fic, Bring Me Back. It just goes into a bit more detail and I also didn’t know the other one was going to get as much attention as it did so I didn’t really put much effort in??? Anyways, this one is the ‘proper’ one. Enjoy! P.S. This was requested by @misspygmypie

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“Sam? Sam!” Dean exclaimed as the bright light surrounded him. He heard his brother shout his name back but it was too late. Dean fell in a dark alleyway, his head still spinning. “Shit. Sammy?” He asked around, but Sam hadn’t followed him through. He saw a set of headlights from one end of the alleyway. Brushing himself off, he walked over to the opening. “Holy shit.” He whispered. He certainly wasn’t in his generation. Maybe the 50’s? That witch really messed him up.

The buildings were old and made out of stone. He heard lively chatter from a bar down the road and a horse pulling a cart trotted by, a man in a suit and tophat sitting in it. Over across the road he saw a row of small houses, a woman peeking out the window of one.

“Hello?” Said a timid voice. Dean turned around and saw a young woman standing there. She was wearing a red dress that was tied around the middle. She looked young, no older than twenty or twenty one. “You look lost.” She said with a smile. “I - um. What year is it?” He asked. “1946. Why? If you don’t mind me asking.” The young woman gave him a puzzled look. “No reason. I - I am lost.” He said. She clutched her purse tighter and looked him up and down. “Is that your evening wear?” She asked, stifling a laugh. “I’m lost.” He repeated, more stern. The woman nodded and gestured to follow her.

“I’m Mary by the way. Mary y/l/n. But I will be Mary Smith once I get married in a month or two.” She informed him. “I’m Dean. Dean Winchester.” He told her. “That’s an odd name. How did your wife settle for the last name Winchester?” Mary joked, leading him down a cobbled road. “I actually don’t have a wife.” Dean said. Mary almost stopped in her tracks. “What? At that age? My god.” She said. Dean shrugged.

“Do you work?” She asked him. They were alone now, no street lights. The narrow road lead somewhere away from the town. Dean felt around for his knife but couldn’t find it. He must have dropped it. “Um. Sort of.” He replied. Mary scoffed. “Sort of?” She said. Dean clenched his jaw. “I work. With my brother. Like a family business. We don’t get paid, but there's some.. benefits.” He told her. “Huh. I don’t work. My fiance does. He’s a gunsmith. He earned a lot of money because of the war. It doesn’t help me at the moment. He’ll only share his profits with me once we get married.” Mary rambled on. Dean nodded along with her, looking around as the walked.

“Where are we going?” Dean asked. Mary giggled. “My house. Don’t worry. We have a spare room for you.” She said. Dean gave her a confused look, but she didn’t notice. To be honest, he felt very creepy vibes from this girl. The way she was right there outside the alleyway, almost as if she were waiting for him. The spare room? For him? A little weird. The questions, the rambling.. the way she just - took some random person off the street and brought them home. Definitely weird. But then again, maybe the forties were different. “Anyways. Here we are.” Mary said, pulling him out of his thoughts.

On front of Dean was a bungalow. It had a small garden and the chimney had smoke coming out of it. It looked like it was made of wood. The curtains were drawn in every window and he could see the light peeking through in one of them. She lead him in the front door, closing it behind them. The hallway was nicely decorated, on the wall was a black and white picture of a woman and a man on their wedding day. Beside it, a movie poster and a vinyl. When he looked on the other side of the hall, a record player was set up, and a wall of vinyls around it.

All he wanted to do was to go home, but maybe if he could ask around first. Get to know Mary. “I’m living with my sister until I get married. She works for us. Don’t tell anyone but she dresses as a man to get a higher paycheque.” Mary said. Dean nodded. “That makes sense.” He replied. Mary opened an old wooden door that lead into a kitchen. A woman was sitting at the kitchen table, a cigarette hanging out of her mouth as she flicked through a book. Her feet were up on it, and she seemed focused on what she was reading. The kitchen was small, with a double door leading into what seemed like a living room. More paintings, pictures and posters were hanging up around. Dirty dishes piled high in the sink.

The woman's eyes widened as she saw Dean enter. “Don’t worry y/n. He was lost. So I brought him home.” Mary said sweetly. Y/n slammed the book down angrily and put out the cigarette. She stood up and Mary shrunk into the wall. “Mary are you mad! Do you know what this man could do? We can’t risk anyone knowing about where we get out money from remember?” She snapped. Dean's eyes trailed over her. She was wearing a suit, the tie loose and it was buttoned down one or two. Her hair down and messy from a day's work. He thought she was quite pretty. Hot even.

“It’s fine okay? Mary already told me about it and I think it’s totally fair.” Dean assured her. “Who are you? Why do you have that accent and what is with your clothes?” Y/n asked, folding her arms over her chest. “My name is Dean. Dean Winchester. I’m not from around here, hell I’m not from this time either. I’m from the future.” He said. “Oh jesus. Mary you brought home a nutter.” She hissed. “I’m not a nutter. Look..” Dean said, taking out his phone. “What on earth …” y/n muttered, grabbing it from him. “It’s a phone.” He told her. Y/n scoffed. “A phone? This is not a phone. This is a - a..” she struggled for words. “A phone.” Dean said smugly, grabbing it back off her.

“I still don’t believe you.” Y/n said. “Wait - let me show you this.” He said. Y/n folded her arms as he rummaged through his pockets. He pulled out a lighter and flipped it over. “Look. Manufactured in 2010. It’s a bit old.. but still.” He showed her. Y/n looked at the lighter. “You could be lying. I’m not usually one to snap my cap around here. But this is ridiculous!” She stated. “Snap your - what?” Dean asked. She waved her hand. “How would I lie? Huh?” He said angrily. Y/n bit her lip.

“Well if you’re from the future.. then how did you get back here?” Mary asked cutting in. Dean shrugged. “I’m not sure.” He lied. “Bullshit.” Y/n said. “Y/n! You can’t curse in front of a guest! That’s not very ladylike of you.” Mary gasped. Y/n gave her a bitter look. “Oh suck it Mary. I’ve been acting like a man for the past five years. I can talk like one as well.” She retorted. Mary opened her mouth to talk but y/n held up her hand. “Anyways. You didn’t answer my question. How did you get back here?” Y/n said to Dean. “That was actually my question…” Mary trailed off.

Dean ended up giving both of them the ‘monster talk’. He didn’t want to, but y/n was clever. She’d probably figure it out anyways. Halfway through, Mary got spooked and left to go to her fiance's house. She swore she wouldn’t tell him, but she needed someone to go to.

That left Y/n and Dean sitting on the couch in her living room. She poured Dean a glass of whiskey and poured one for herself too. “It’s all so.. horrifying.” She said, going to light another cigarette. Dean stopped her. “Don’t. Trust me. In the future, they find out these are really bad. They’ve killed a lot of people.” He said. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “My god..” she muttered.

“You and your brother are very brave.” Y/n said. Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah. We just do what has to be done.” He said, sipping the whiskey. There was silence for a while. “Dean? Can I ask you something?” She said after a while. Dean nodded. “Of course. What?” She bit her bottom lip and it made Dean’s stomach do a somersault. He wished he didn’t feel this way about her. But he did. “What’s it like for women? In the future I mean. Do we - do we have rights? Do we still work?” She asked in a small voice. Dean nodded. “Yes. I’d say you’d like it there. Women are treated as equals, with the exception of a few assholes. Pay is even. There’s no pressure to get married. People go their entire lives without getting married..” he told her.

Her face was covered in awe as she sat for a few moments. Dean found himself even more attracted to her. The way her hair moved away from her face, how her eyebrows furrowed when she was thinking, how her eyes lit up. He could go on. She looked back up at him. Her eyes darting down to his lips and back up again. “Dean, do you have a dame. Back home?” She asked. He shook his head. “No y/n I don’t.” He told her. “Did you ever have one?” She said. Dean nodded. “A few times. In the future, people date a lot. One night stands are very popular. Where you go to a bar or a club and take a girl, or dame, home and have sex. Then you never see her again. I’ve had a few girlfriends, but nothing mad.” He replied.

She nodded. “And - and the war. It’s over, isn't it? This is the last one. No more hitler. No more discrimination.” She asked timidly. Dean looked at her in the eyes. They were beautiful. “Yes. The wars are over.” He muttered. His eyes were entirely focused on her lips. The way they moved. Soon he found himself closing the gap between them. “Dean. Are you sure?” She whispered as he got closer.

When she pulled away, her face was full of lust. He grinned. “Dean. Can we - can we have, you know…” she asked. Dean chuckled. “You want to have sex sweetheart?” He said. She nodded eagerly. “Where’s the bed in this place?” He asked with a smile, pulling her off the couch by the hand, giving her another messy kiss. They stumbled through the hallway, y/n dragging him in her bedroom and closing the door behind them. Let’s just say she was very glad Mary had left for the night.

“Dean. I have something to ask you.” Y/n muttered, her hands on his chest. “Ask away.” He whispered. “Can you bring me back with you? To the future? When you’re going. Please Dean. It sounds so lovely. I can live with you and get a job and I won’t have to dress up as a man…” she asked him. “I - I’ll have to think about it.” Dean said after a while. To be honest, Dean had already fallen for y/n. But he didn’t want to bring her into his life. It sucked, she had so much to live for back here. She smiled and hovered over him, her hair messily framing her face. She kissed him again, before curling backup beside him. “I’ll think about it..” he whispered, holding her close to him. He had to make a choice. Did he really want to let her go?

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A Nightmare Before Christmas

Summary: After having a nightmare you seek Dean out for comfort and ask him to sing you to sleep.

Prompt: “If I hear one more Christmas song, I’m going to shoot myself.”

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 759

Warnings: mentions of nightmares, torture, character death, comfort, hidden feelings, dean being a softie.

A/N: Hi guys! This is day nineteen of my twenty-five days of ficmas! I will be following the prompt list I reblogged a few days ago and posting a new short fic each day.

Piling into the impala, you made yourself comfortable in the backseat as the boys tossed their bags in the trunk before getting in. The heaviness of the last hunt wore heavy on the three of you as Dean started up the impala, and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer poured through the speakers. A small smile crossed your face as the childish tune played, but Dean wasn’t amused and changed the station several times in an attempt to find anything but holiday music.

“Can’t they just play Christmas music on the actual day.” He grumbled, reluctantly allowing Frosty the Snowman to play as Sam chuckled.

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Update on requests!

Hey guys! I got tons of lovely requests in my inbox and thanks so much for that! I am pretty busy at the moment so sorry that you’re request has not been done as soon as I promised. Either way, I will get them done asp. Again, sorry!

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Sick Days

Request @simpleb00x​: Hey! I’d really like if you were able to write a dean x reader fic where maybe the reader is sick and dean has to look out for her. Thanks so much!!!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: very light cussing, fluff, mentions of illness

Sick days were never your favorite days. You hated the headaches, fevers, sneezing, and coughing. You absolutely despised the medicine. And, most of all, you loathed the fact that someone had to take care of you.

You, Sam, and your boyfriend Dean had just come back to the bunker from a successful hunt when you started sneezing. Sam took his stuff and headed to his bedroom with a goodnight to you and Dean.

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Bring Me Back

Request: Hello hello :) I'd love to request a Dean one! I love all things retro/vintage so I thought what if Dean met reader when he's traveling back in time to the 40s and falls in love with her? I'll leave the end up to you :) thank you so much and happy holidays!! @misspygmypie

Warnings: language, mention of smut angst, fluff if you squint

Pairings: dean x 40s!reader

Word Count: 1400

A/N: So I’m thinking of writing a part 2 to this as it ends on a cliffhanger, but let me know if thats something you guys would like!

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“Sam? Sam!” Dean exclaimed as the bright light surrounded him. He heard his brother shout his name back but it was too late. Dean fell in a dark alleyway, his head still spinning. “Shit. Sammy?” He asked around, but Sam hadn’t followed him through. He saw a set of headlights from one end of the alleyway. Brushing himself off, he walked over to the opening. “Holy shit.” He whispered. He certainly wasn’t in his generation. Maybe the 50’s? That witch really messed him up.

The buildings were old and made out of stone. He heard lively chatter from a bar down the road and a horse pulling a cart trotted by, a man in a suit and tophat sitting in it. Over across the road he saw a row of small houses, a woman peeking out the window of one.

“Hello?” Said a timid voice. Dean turned around and saw a young woman standing there. She was wearing a red dress that was tied around the middle. She looked young, no older than twenty or twenty one. “You look lost.” She said with a smile. “I - um. What year is it?” He asked. “1942. Why? If you don’t mind me asking.” The young woman gave him a puzzled look. “No reason. I - I am lost.” He said. She clutched her purse tighter and looked him up and down. “Is that your evening wear?” She asked, stifling a laugh. “I’m lost.” He repeated, more stern. The woman nodded and gestured to follow her.

“I’m Mary by the way. Mary y/l/n. But I will be Mary Smith once I get married in a month or two.” She informed him. “I’m Dean. Dean Winchester.” He told her. “That’s an odd name. How did your wife settle for the last name Winchester?” Mary joked, leading him down a cobbled road. “I actually don’t have a wife.” Dean said. Mary almost stopped in her tracks. “What? At that age? My god.” She said. “Anyways. Here we are.”

On front of Dean was a bungalow. It had a small garden and the chimney had smoke coming out of it. He nodded as she lead him in. All he wanted to do was to go home, but maybe if he could ask around first. Get to know Mary. “I’m living with my sister until I get married. She works for us. Don’t tell anyone but she dresses as a man to get a higher paycheque.” Mary said. Dean nodded. “That makes sense.” He replied. Mary opened an old wooden door that lead into a kitchen. A woman was sitting at the kitchen table, a cigarette hanging out of her mouth as she flicked through a book.

Her eyes widened as she saw Dean enter. “Don’t worry y/n. He was lost. So I brought him home.” She said sweetly. Y/n slammed the book down angrily and put out the cigarette. She stood up and Mary shrunk into the wall. “Mary are you mad! Do you know what this man could do? We can’t risk anyone knowing about where we get out money from remember?” She snapped. Dean's eyes trailed over her. She was wearing a suit, the tie loose and it was buttoned down one or two. Her hair down and messy from a day's work. He thought she was quite pretty. Hot even.

“It’s fine okay? Mary already told me about it and I think it’s totally fair.” Dean assured her. “Who are you? Why do you have that accent and what is with your clothes?” Y/n asked, folding her arms over her chest. “My name is Dean. Dean Winchester. I’m not from around here, hell I’m not from this time either. I’m from the future.” He said. “Oh jesus. Mary you brought home a nutter.” She hissed. “I’m not a nutter. Look..” Dean said, taking out his phone. “What on earth …” y/n muttered, grabbing it from him. “It’s a phone.” He told her. Y/n scoffed. “A phone? This is not a phone. This is a - a..” she struggled for words. “A phone.” Dean said smugly, grabbing it back off her.

“Well if you’re from the future.. then how did you get back here?” Mary asked. Dean shrugged. “I’m not sure.” He lied. “Bullshit.” Y/n said. “Y/n! You can’t curse in front of a guest! That’s not very ladylike of you.” Mary gasped. Y/n gave her a bitter look. “Oh suck it Mary. I’ve been acting like a man for the past five years. I can talk like one as well.” She retorted. Mary opened her mouth to talk but y/n held up her hand. “Anyways. You didn’t answer my question. How did you get back here?” Y/n said to Dean. “That was actually my question…” Mary trailed off.

Dean ended up giving both of them the ‘monster talk’. He didn’t want to, but y/n was clever. She’d probably figure it out anyways. Mary soon went off to her future husband's house, he wanted to see her or something. That left Y/n and Dean sitting on the couch in her living room. She poured Dean a glass of whiskey and poured one for herself too. “It’s all so.. horrifying.” She said, going to light another cigarette. Dean stopped her. “Don’t. Trust me. In the future, they find out these are really bad. They’ve killed a lot of people.” He said. She raised her eyebrows in surprise. “My god..” she muttered.

“You and your brother are very brave.” Y/n said. Dean rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah. We just do what has to be done.” He said, sipping the whiskey. There was silence for a while. “Dean? Can I ask you something?” She said after a while. Dean nodded. “Of course. What?” She bit her bottom lip and it made Dean’s stomach do a somersault. He wished he didn’t feel this way about her. But he did. “What’s it like for women? In the future I mean. Do we - do we have rights? Do we still work?” She asked in a small voice. Dean nodded. “Yes. I’d say you’d like it there. Women are treated as equals, with the exception of a few assholes. Pay is even. There’s no pressure to get married. People go their entire lives without getting married..” he told her.

Her face was covered in awe as she sat for a few moments. Dean found himself even more attracted to her. The way her hair moved away from her face, how her eyebrows furrowed when she was thinking, how her eyes lit up. He could go on. She looked back up at him. Her eyes darting down to his lips and back up again. “Dean. Are you sure this is a good idea?” She muttered as he got closer. He shook his head. “It’s fine. We’ll be fine.” He whispered, before his lips grazed over hers. He pulled her in and she wrapped her arms around him. The kiss was messy and clumsy, but he didn’t care.

When she pulled away, her face was full of lust. He grinned. “Dean. Can we - can we have, you know…” she asked. Dean chuckled. “You want to have sex sweetheart?” He said. She nodded eagerly. “Where’s the bed in this place?” He asked with a smile, pulling her off the couch by the hand, giving her another messy kiss. They stumbled through the hallway, y/n dragging him in her bedroom and closing the door behind them. Let’s just say she was very glad Mary had left for the night.

“Dean. I have something to ask you.” Y/n muttered, her hands on his chest. “Ask away.” He whispered. “Can you bring me back with you? To the future? When you’re going. Please Dean. It sounds so lovely. I can live with you and get a job and I won’t have to dress up as a man…” she asked him. “I - I’ll have to think about it.” Dean said after a while. To be honest, Dean had already fallen for y/n. But he didn’t want to bring her into his life. It sucked, she had so much to live for back here. She smiled and hovered over him, her hair messily framing her face. She kissed him again, before curling backup beside him. “I’ll think about it..” he whispered, holding her close to him. He had to make a choice. Did he really want to let her go?

Update: okayy guys I actually decided to edit this and add in a little more. So if you’ve read this already, sorry haha. Here’s the edited version! It’s 2,000 words instead of 1,400. Part 2 is coming soon!

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hiya! could you do a castiel x reader where she’s super insecure and having a bad day and it ends super fluffy and cas shows her how beautiful she is (fluffy smut preferably) and thank you so much!!!

Of course! I have a few other fics to get done so it might be a couple of days. I really like the idea though! Ill tag u in it x

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Lmao my dream

I asked Tom Holland for 100 bucks for a bus ride home and then he called me poor so I got into an argument with him but then he turned into Peter Parker so he called Ned and then Ned beat me up.

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Request are open!

Hey guys! I just want to say that my inbox is open for requests! I am doing the spnadventcalender thing atm, but I’ll do everyones requests anyways (I have no life. Literally. But it’s fine I love you all).

That’s right. Every. Single. Request.

Here’s a prompt list if you need/want it! (Optional)

Here’s who I write for! (Who I write fics about)

All genders/pronouns/ships welcome!

Happy reading xx

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Ms. Rose From The Flower Shop

Request: can you write cas with number 13 (flowers? No one has ever bought me flowers before) please? @freakygirlforeve7-blog-blog

Warnings: fluff overload

Word Count : 1200

Pairings: cas x reader

A/N: im sorry but this is really cute and im proud of it.

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“Dean.” The angel's voice rang out through the library. “Yes Cas?” Dean asked, not raising his head from the book he was reading. “I need advice.” Castiel replied, taking a seat beside him. “Sure. What’s up?” Dean put the book down and rested his head on his hand. “I - I’m feeling weird.” The angel told him. Dean gave him a confused look and Cas went red. “Around y/n. I feel strange.” He said. Dean still wasn’t getting it. “Around y/n?” He asked. Castiel nodded. “Like, how?” Dean said.

“Like, I get nervous. I get anxious that I’m going to do something wrong or weird. My heart beats really fast, or it feels like it beats really fast. And I don’t know why.” Castiel stated. Dean smiled. “Oh I think I know what’s wrong.” He chuckled. “What? What is it Dean? Can it be fixed? Am I sick?” Castiel’s face was full of worry. “No. No you’re not sick. You like her. Like, really like her. Like, you have a crush on her.” Dean explained. Castiel nodded. “And how do I make the weird feeling go away?” He asked. Dean grinned again. “You ask her out. Or you know, kiss her. Or have sex with her…” he trailed off. “I don’t think y/n would like to do any of those things.” The angel muttered.

“Of course she would! Listen, I know y/n. She’s quite the romantic. Do something sweet for her. Like buy her chocolates or write her a poem. Or um.. flowers! Y/n loves flowers!” Dean exclaimed. Cas tilted his head to the side. “Really? Flowers? Why?” He asked. The hunter rolled his eyes. “It’s how people show their affection for each other. They buy each other flowers. Well, normally the guy would buy the girl flowers. Or the girl buy the girl, or the boy buy the boy, there’s LGBTQ relationships as well.. but anyways - trust me Cas. Buy her flowers. A lot of them. Especially roses.” Dean informed him. Castiel nodded and smiled. “Okay. Flowers it is.” He said.

“Hello?” Castiel said as he entered the store. The shopkeeper was a woman that looked like she was in her late fifties. She grinned as he entered. “Hello there! You here to buy flowers I assume?” The angel nodded and returned the smile. The shop was small and filled to the brim with every flower Castiel could dream of. “Well who’s the lucky lady? Or lucky man? We don’t discriminate here.” She asked. Cas walked up to the counter and looked at the small pots of lavender and basil around her desk. “Her name’s y/n.” He said.

“Y/n? Pretty name. She your girlfriend?” The lady asked, looking through her stash of flowers behind the desk. The angel shook his head. “No. But I hope she will be after this.” He confessed. The lady chuckled. “Ah. To be young and in love again. I just wish my Matthew would buy me flowers. The lazy bastard won’t even clean up after himself.” She said. Castiel gave her a confused look. “If you don’t like him then why are you with him?” He asked. “Oh darling. Sometimes love isn’t roses and lilies and those movies where the couple kisses out in the rain. Real love, real love is compromise. Real love is finding an equal balance between friend, and lover. I just hope your y/n is that.” She said wisely. Castiel nodded.

“Anyways. Enough with the chit chat. What flowers do you want?” She asked, suddenly remembering why he was there. “Well. My friend Dean said I should get her roses. But I know her favourite flower is a lotus. Is it possible to get both?” The angel said hopefully. She gave him a wide smile. “Of course! Hell, I’ll even throw in some water lilies, they’re my favourite.” Castiel thanked her as she made the large bouquet of flowers, wrapping it with a lovely blue ribbon. She took out a little tag and scribbled something on it. “Let her read this. Don’t read it yourself okay?” She instructed. Castiel nodded. She handed him the flowers and he thanked her again. “How much are they?” He asked.

“On me darlin’. Just promise me you’ll come back and tell me all about your little y/n okay?” She said. “Alright.” The angel said with a large smile. “I never got your name!” She called as he was walking out the door. “It’s Castiel. And yours?” He replied. She laughed. “Judy. Judy Rose. Have a good day Castiel! Y/n would be a foolish young lady to turn you down!”

Castiel sauntered into the bunker, flowers in hand. Sam and Dean were both in the library. “Wow Cas. Those are beautiful.” Sam remarked as he entered. “Yes they are.” He agreed. Dean gave him a whistle. “When I said buy flowers, you really went the whole way didn’t you?” He said. Cas nodded. “Only the best for y/n.” He muttered. “Awww look at you.” Dean teased. The angel rolled his eyes at him before asking where y/n was. “She’s in her room.” Sam replied.

Castiel reached y/n’s door. His anxiety was creeping up again. Hesitantly, he knocked on the door. “Who is it!?” Her voice called from inside. “It’s me!” Castiel called back. He heard some shuffling and then the door swung open. “Hey Cas - oh my god.” Y/n said as she saw the flowers. “Castiel. Those are beautiful who are they for?” If he hadn’t felt nervous before, he certainly did now. “They’re for you.” He muttered. “Wait - are you serious? For me? Flowers? No one has ever bought me flowers before.” she said in awe. “The lady said you had to read the tag. She told me I wasn’t allowed.” He told her. Y/n nodded and picked the tag from off one of the roses.

“Dear y/n. Your guy here, he’s a keeper. You don’t want to lose him. Trust me. A real angel this one is. Came all the way here just to buy you flowers. Knew your favourites too. Wouldn’t stop going on about you either. Invite me to the wedding alright? From - Ms. Rose at the flower shop.” Y/n read out loud. Cas saw tears in her eyes. “Are you sad? Why are you crying? Did I do something wrong?” Castiel asked worriedly. He felt his stomach drop. She shook her head and looked up at him. “No no not at all. I’m just so happy.” She said, wrapping her arms around him and burying her face in his trenchcoat. Placing the flowers on a nearby table, he held her. His arms curled around her middle and he rested his chin on her head. He smiled to himself. He had to thank Ms. Rose for this later.

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I know you’ve got a few requests already but I’d really love a Dean x reader where she used to hunt with them but had a falling out with Dean. The boys see her again at a country fair and reader asks Dean to dance showing she’s over their fight but he turns her down so then Sam dances with her causing Dean to be jealous.

I’d 100% love to do this. Theres never too many requests! I think this is a really good idea by the way. Love me some jealous!dean (i think ive said that before haha) and I hope you like it when I write it!

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@polina-93

Can you do a dean x reader with “Flowers? No one has ever bought me flowers before.” Maybe something that starts as an unrequited love — like the reader thinks/knows dean would never want her more than anything as a friend (maybe she’s curvier?) but at some point there is a shift and maybe Dean starts seeing her differently then before? THANK U!

Flowers

Warnings: angst, fluff, language

Word Count: 1450

Requested by @polina-93

A/N: this is one of my longest fics. I know i know I don’t write very long ones. Anywas, I hope you enjoy because this was really fun to write and I’m quite proud of it!

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“Hey Dean.” I said as Dean sauntered into the kitchen. He grumbled something in response before sitting down at the table and eating the bacon I had left out for him. “This is really good by the way.” He said after a while. I laughed. “Coffee kicked in?” I asked, leaning against the counter. He nodded, his big green eyes looking right into mine before he continued to eat his breakfast. God he’s adorable.

“Me and Sammy found a hunt.” Dean told me, washing the dishes. “Oh? What is it this time?” I asked. “We think it’s a vampire nest, but we’re really not sure. That’s why I need my brother and my best friend there to help, otherwise I could totally take them on myself” He teased. The word friend hit me like a blow to the chest. I knew he didn’t feel the same way about me like I felt about him. I was his friend. His best friend. I managed to choke out a laugh though. “Oh yeah. You could. And get turned in the process.” I teased back. “Whatever.” He said, rolling his eyes. I smiled to myself, and continued helping him clean the dishes.

“All ready to go?” Dean asked me as I hopped in the backseat. “Yup.” I replied, flicking through my phone. “Huh. I have a voicemail.” I muttered. No one ever called me except for the boys and a few old hunter friends. “What!? Y/n has a voicemail? Let me see this.” Dean joked, grabbing my phone. “Dean! Give that back come on…” I said, reaching into the front seat. “Is it a guy? Oh my god y/n is it a guy?” He continued. “You can be so fucking annoying sometimes Dean.” I hissed, still trying to grab the phone. Then, he pressed play on it.

“Hey y/n. It’s um - Max. You know, from the coffee shop? I was wondering if you were still interested.. I haven’t heard from you in a couple of weeks. And um - you’re just, you’re really pretty. I know I’ve been with a lot of girls in the past but damn girl you’re just so - hot. Maybe I have a thing for curves.. Anyways, just - give me a call back okay?” The phone let out a beep as the voicemail ended. Dean went quiet. “Oh. It was a guy ...” He muttered. “Yeah I.. I met him at a coffee shop when we were working that case in Ohio.” I said, finally taking my phone off Dean. He nodded and held onto the steering wheel. “Okay. Let’s go.” Sam said, hopping into the car. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Dean said quietly, starting up baby. I didn’t know what had made his mood change so suddenly. Was it the voicemail? Was he - was he jealous? No. He only thought of me as a friend. Nothing more. Right?

The drive was pretty silent until we reached the motel. I got my stuff as Dean checked in. There were two double beds, so I would have to share with one of the boys. It was usually Dean who slept in beside me. I just hoped it wouldn’t be too awkward. It was late when we got there, so we weren’t going to work tonight. In the morning, bright and early, we would start researching and investigating. I couldn’t exactly say I was excited. “Wanna head down to the bar?” Dean suggested after a while. “Yeah. I need a drink.” Sam said. Dean looked surprised. “I’ll come as well.” I agreed. I waited for the ‘that’s what she said’ joke but Dean never said it. Weird.

We went downstairs to the busy bar. Sam found us a table in the corner of the room and got us three beers. “Hey y/n. A game of pool?” Dean asked. I nodded and he smiled. “I’ll totally win this time.” Dean told me. “Yeah yeah sure. I might let you win.” I said giving him a nudge in the ribs. “Oh it’s on sweetheart.” He said, grabbing a cue stick. I got butterflies in my stomach whenever he said that word. Sweetheart. It rolled off his tongue like it was the most casual thing in the world. Like it wasn’t making my head all fuzzy and my palms sweaty. I was like a lovesick teenager all over again.

“You beat me. Again. I swear it’s witchcraft.” Dean said after about twenty five minutes of us playing. The atmosphere of the bar made me competitive, and I was just after about three drinks. I was always known as a lightweight. “Wow. That was impressive.” A stranger said. He was about the same height as Dean and had black hair that was gelled to the side. He had piercing blue eyes and was in a suit. Clearly an office worker. I gave Dean a look but his attention was focused on the man. He was tensed up, jaw clenched and all.

“Yeah. My y/n is quite the pool player.” Dean said gruffly. “Your y/n? You guys together?” The stranger smirked, taking a sip out of a beer bottle. He looked wasted. “No not exactly. We’re friends.” I said. “Oh? So you wouldn’t mind if I-,” He took a few steps closer to me before Dean cut in front of me. “Listen. I came here with that girl tonight and I’m leaving with that girl tonight. So you better back the hell off okay?” He growled. I felt my cheeks go red with embarrassment. People were staring and whispering. The stranger didn’t seem to notice. He scoffed and leaned back. “Your funeral buddy. There’s way more skinnier chicks here that would gladly -,” He was cut off by Dean ramming his fist into the guys jaw. Knocking him backwards. “Dean!” I shouted, pawing at his arm. “Stop Dean. Stop.” I said.

“Yeah. You should listen to your girlfriend.” The guy muttered. Dean raised his fist again and the guy shrunk backwards. The owner of the bar came bursting through the staff door. “Hey! You two! Out!” He shouted, pointing a towel at me and Dean. “But I-,” Dean started. “Don’t. Come on let’s go.” I whispered. If I wasn’t embarrassed before, I sure was now. We had made such a scene in the bar, I just wanted to leave.

“Can you believe that son of a bitch? Saying all those things.. I should have ended him! Right there!” Dean was still angry when we got up to our room. I stayed quiet and just sat on my bed. Maybe the guy was right. There were so many skinny, pretty girls out there who wanted Dean. He’d be an idiot to pick me over them. “Y/n? You okay?” He said softly. I looked at him and nodded, he wasn’t mad anymore. I think the realisation of what he did and how stupid it was had just set in. “Shit y/n i’m sorry I didn’t mean to -,” I cut him off. “It’s fine. I’m just tired.” I muttered.

The next morning Dean was up early. Earlier than me or Sam. I had a terrible night's sleep, I shared the bed with Sam instead and he wasn’t as comfortable as Dean. When I went out to baby to start investigating, Dean was there, a massive bouquet of flowers in his hand. “Whats this?” I asked. Dean had a massive grin on his face as he held them out to me. “They’re for you.” He said. “As an apology for last night.” I looked at him in awe before taking them. “Flowers? No one has ever bought me flowers before.” I said. “Thank you Dean.” He grinned even larger. “Of course. But I ask one thing in return.” He said. I furrowed my brow. “What?” I asked.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, his hand cupping my cheek. I was still first. I couldn’t really process what was going on. But soon I found myself kissing back, dropping the flowers and resting my hands behind his neck. I broke away after a few seconds, staring into his eyes. “See? Now you really are my y/n.” He muttered. I smiled and he kissed my forehead. “You guys are gross. When are we leaving?” Sam asked from behind me. I leapt out of Dean’s arms and turned around. “I - um…” I stuttered. Dean chuckled. “You go ahead Sammy. I think me and y/n still have something to finish up in the room.” He said giving me a wink.

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Oh my goodness could you possibly do a Dean Winchester x reader where the reader is touch starved and it takes dean a really long time to pick up on it?? Thank you!

I’m a sucker for touch starved!reader, probably because I can relate but I wont bore you guys with my childhood trauma. Hahaha. Anyways, I cant wait to get this done for u!

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Idk if your still doing requests! But if you are can you maybe write a dean x reader where there not dating but the reader is pregnant after a night together and she finds out like late asf and dean somehow disappears before she can tell him. She gets out of the hunting business to raise her kid and dean never comes back to her even if he wanted to. He seems to think she looks happy in her new life. (There both secretly in love with each other) idk lol

Oooh yeah! This seems really interesting actually and I have a good few ideas for it! Im a bit busy atm so it might be tommorow or the day after before I have it written for you. I hope u like it!