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i dont care how corny iris by the goo goo dolls is bc i love iris by the goo goo dolls and i will continue screaming iris by the goo goo dolls from the top of my lungs every time i hear iris by the goo goo dolls for the rest of my miserable life 

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name change!

So if you’ve been around long enough you know that announcements about rebranding are, well, part of my brand. And we find ourselves again in one of those announcements! This account was previously @you-have-just-been-winchestered but it is now @spotify-whore . I did this for no other reason than that I just want to start writing for more fandoms. I am still the same owner, and I hope to give you guys more fanfics in the very near future! 

Glad to be back!

- Kirsten

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reblog this if you’re a fanfic writer & your motivation to write actually increases when readers actually show interest & give you feedback. even just a reblog or a little comment here and there

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Winchesters X Sister: You’re Who Now?

Plot: The reader is John Winchester’s daughter, he had her with a woman he met two years after Mary died. The reader’s mother was also killed by a demon. So now the reader is a hunter but has no clue that she has two half-brothers (the Winchester boys) and much less that they are also hunters.

Word Count: 667

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: Hey! So this is the first time I’ve written in a while, so please leave me feedback and let me know if I’ve gotten rusty.

XOXO- Kirs

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Death and I have been scandalously intimate for some time now. I get seriously injured, and he shows up. I spit some insults at him, keep fighting to stay alive, and so far I’ve won every single time (7 if I’m counting). I am a hunter after all. Even better, I’m a Winchester.

Well, kind of.

Am I the product of a one night hookup between John Winchester and a random woman he met at some bar? Sure.

But am I also a badass bitch hunter who started hunting to avenge her mother who got killed by some punk demon? You bet your ass I am.

Anyway, it all started with a simple salt and burn.

I get to the crime scene and flash my fake FBI badge (honestly it’s so shitty I wonder how I always get clearance into the crime scenes). Much to my surprise the man I show it to says:

“Oh, your partners are over there.”

“Aw, I guess they beat me,” I say smiling, because I’ve run into other hunters in past cases, and considering this is a case the FBI would never look twice at, I know for sure that these guys are hunters. So I walk over to my ‘partners’, and say:

“Hey there, I’m gonna cut to the chase. I know you two doofuses aren’t FBI,” I pause to let them squirm and after they look at each other panicked I continue, “however neither am I, so I say we team up, work this case, and then hope to never see each other again. On that note; Hi I’m Y/N Winchester.” They remain silent, looking dumbfounded.

“Huh, that’s interesting, I’ve never met a mute hunter, much less two,” I say, with sarcasm practically dripping out of my mouth.

“No,” the taller of the two starts, “It’s just. Well, I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean Winchester.”

“And considering that Winchester is not a common name, I gotta ask. Who’s your father?” the shorter one, apparently Dean, asks.

“John Winchester?” I say, raising an eyebrow.

“You gotta be screwing with us,” Dean says.

“No, I’m not. Go to Hell.” I spit.

“Already have sweetheart, in fact, the King didn’t like me and spat me back out,” Dean says. Now Sam steps in and says:

“Okay you two, calm down. What he was trying to say was that John was our father too which makes you our half-sister. How old are you?”

“31. And I’m guessing Sam is 33 and Dean is 68.” At this Dean fumes.

“Well,” Sam chuckles, “You got me right, but Dean is 37. Which would mean that John had you two years after our mom died.”

“Okay wait,” Dean begins, “All arguments aside. Why are you a hunter if Dad tried so hard to keep Adam out of it?”

“Who’s Adam?” I ask.

“Long story short, you have another half brother. His mom is Kate Milligan, so he’s our half-brother too.” Sam says, as I stand in shock after learning I have three half brothers all in one day.

“Okay, what about my question?” Dean asks impatiently.

“Well, John never knew I existed. And I started hunting after some bitch demon killed my mom when I was nineteen.” I say.

“Huh, well then it looks like we have more in common than our blood kid,” Dean says.

“What do you mean?” I say, now curious.

“Well, a demon killed our mom too,” Sam says, and as silence passes and it gets awkward I say:

“Okay well now that we’ve all had our first date, I think we should start working this case.”

Within five hours, we were done with the case. Within six hours, the whole hunting community, heaven and hell knew about the Winchester boys’ new sister. And within seven hours I agreed to live with Sam and Dean and become their full-time third wheel. And to think, just this morning I was an only child and now I have a family.

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Sam X Reader: The Last Question

Plot: Sam X Reader Angsty Drabble with the reader who’s dating Sam,   in the hospital.

Word Count: 502

Warnings: Sadness

Author’s Note: This is my first Sam fic, so I hope you guys enjoy it! 

XOXO- Kirsten

Sam sat there next to the hospital bed, holding Y/N’s hand. He took one look at her and thought:

“You know. Even on the verge of death she still looks absolutely perfect.”

But that was just it. Y/N, the love of his life, was lying on her deathbed. And it was all his fault.

She had had depression for a while now. But he didn’t mind. In fact, he usually helped her through it. Usually. Not today.

They had gotten into a really bad fight. Sam said a lot of things that he didn’t mean. It all had ended with him walking out. But that wasn’t even the worst part. Out of rage and without thinking, the last thing that he said to Y/N before he left her had been:

“You know what Y/N? You can just kill yourself!”

And she had taken his advice to heart.

He had gotten a phone call two hours later that Y/N’s sister had found her unconscious in her own bathroom with both of her wrists slit. As soon as he got the call he had driven to the hospital in Dean’s Baby with his hands tight on the wheel while he probably was breaking the speed limit. And now here he was. Still holding her hand, praying that everything would be alright.

But Sam Winchester wasn’t stupid.

He knew, with all his heart, that everything would not be alright. The doctor said that it didn’t look good. And even if Y/N did live, she would surely hate Sam’s guts. I mean, he was the one to cause all of this. But he still prayed.

Because before their big fight, he had a really important question to ask Y/N.

And then suddenly, out of nowhere, Sam felt Y/N’s hand squeeze his. At this Sam screamed:

“DOCTOR? WE NEED A DOCTOR IN HERE! PLEASE!”

And then when the doctors arrived in her room, Sam turned to Y/N, who was now conscious but her eyes were still glued shut, and he then, with tears in his eyes and his voice breaking, said:

“Y/N. I’m so sorry baby. I promise. I didn’t mean any of it, I let my temper get the best of me. And I love you more than words can describe. But I need to ask you a really important question. Y/N. Will you marry me?”

Just as he said that, Y/N smiled and squeezed his hand once more.

And then the room was filled with a long, loud beeping noise.

And that’s when Sam fell to the floor in tears, sobbing. Saying the same sentence over and over again and again,

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m so, so sorry.”

But her fingers were still entwined in his. He didn’t let go. Not even when the doctor announced the words that made tears pour out of Sam’s eyes like a waterfall and made him sob even harder,

“Time of death 8:42 p.m.”

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Dean X Reader: So Progress Report- I’m Missing You To Death.

Plot: A Dean X Reader Angst Drabble about Dean and the reader breaking up.

Word Count: 460

Warnings: Sadness and Language

Author’s Note: I’m back! A lot has been going on lately and I’ve been pretty depressed, but I’m okay now and there will be a spam of fics tonight. So anyway this drabble is pretty much based directly on my break-up with that guy I told you guys about a while back. It was really depressing for me to write but then again it seemed like it would make a good fic for you guys. I hope you guys like this! XOXO- Kirsten

The clock rang out as it struck 6 o’clock p.m.

Their argument had started exactly two hours before. She was in tears, his voice was breaking.

“I just can’t hurt you anymore, Y/N.” he stated as his voice wavered ever so slightly.

“But I’m a BIG GIRL Dean! Nothing you could do would ever hurt me as badly as you think it will!” she practically screamed.

And it was all true. Nothing Dean Winchester could do would ever hurt her as badly as he thought it would. Because she loved him. And she was almost positive that he was the one. You heard it right. She wanted to marry this man for God’s fucking sake, and all of her friends, family, and her best friend, Sammy, knew it. And even as he was about to break up with her she still couldn’t help but love him. She couldn’t believe that this argument had started because she was being stupid and too sensitive.

“But it will, and I can’t bear to see you hurt, Y/N.”

“Then don’t do whatever the hell you’re thinking of doing next.”

“I have to.”

“No. No. No. No. No. Please, please! Dean Winchester listen to me. I love you!” she said as more tears streamed down her face like a waterfall and she began to cry even harder.

“And I love you too. That’s why I’m doing this.” Dean said calmly.

“No. If you loved me, really loved me, you wouldn’t be doing this and giving up on us so easily! So don’t you dare spill all of your bullshit at me saying that you love me.”

“But-but I do love you, but I know I’ll just hurt you in the future.” He said, his voice beginning to crack and break.

“You shouldn’t worry about the future so much! You’re a hunter for God’s sake! You of all people should know how to live in the present and worry about the future later!”

“But I do worry about the future. It’s who I am and nothing can ever change that part of me.”

“Fine. You know what? I don’t fucking care.” She said, caring deeply.

“Good.” he said, suddenly stone cold, “That might help you. Because Y/N? We’re over.”

Then he turned his back and walked out the door. And as he walked out, little did he know that he took her heart along with him.

She didn’t even bother to shut the kitchen door that rain was now pouring through before she collapsed onto the kitchen floor in tears, slowly breaking down and dying inside.

And it was at that moment that she realized that he was right.

He did end up hurting her as badly as he thought he would.

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Dean X Reader: I don’t know where you’re going, but do you have room for one more troubled soul?

Plot: A Dean X Reader drabble about what “really” caused Dean to go to Stanford to get Sam to look for John.

Word Count: 400 (How impressive is that? Exactly 400 words!)

Warnings: None!

Author’s Note: I really had a lot of fun writing this! So much fun that I turned it in for a creative writing paper in class and got an A+ with five extra credit points! Who ever said Supernatural can’t help when you’re in school? Also, I do greatly apologize for not posting any fanfics lately! I’ve been kind of depressed and overwhelmed lately and wasn’t feeling up to it. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

He was just sitting there, wolfing down a slice of apple pie. She was sitting a few seats down from him, looking astonished.

“How can someone eat a pie that fast? ” she thought. She looked to her own meal, a turkey and cheese sandwich with fries, she took a fry, dipped it in honey and ate it.

“How can someone eat a fry with honey? ” he thought. Just then, the waitress brought him a third slice of pie, he was content. But then he remembered, he was looking for his father, and he wouldn’t find him in this apple pie. So he started playing with the amulet around his neck, as he always did when he was upset. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the fry-dipped-in-honey girl make her way towards him and sit down in the seat across from him.

“Hey,” the girl said as she dipped another fry in honey.

“Hey. Why do you do that anyway? It’s kind of gross,” he said.

“Because it tastes good,” she paused, “why do you eat so much pie, you’re going to get fat you know,” she said matter of factly.

“But I obviously don’t,” he took another bite, “mmmm. Love me some pie.” His statement kind of ended that talk and they just sat there in silence until she said,

“So what brings you to our little town?”

“I’m looking for my dad,” he stated, looking down at his empty plate.

“Oh. Well, why are you all alone? Don’t you have any other family? Siblings?” she asked.

“What is this, twenty questions?”, he said sarcastically, “And no, my mom died when I was four and my brother is away at Stanford. So I’m flying solo on this one.”

“It’s gotta get lonely, on the road, by yourself,” she said.

“Oh you don’t know the half of it,” he muttered, but she still heard him anyway.

“Well here’s my suggestion,” she started, “I say you head on down to Stanford, pick up your brother, and go look for your dad. This sounds like it should be a family thing.”

“You know what,” he said, standing up, “maybe I will. Thank you.”

And with that, he kissed her cheek and slammed some money down on the table.

“You’re welcome!” she shouted as he walked out of the door and drove away, hopefully, to find his own happy ending.

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Dean X Reader: Born On Wings Of Steel

Request: Hey! Could you write something with the reader being cursed at birth with massive wings and horns, and she's already pretty insecure about them and everyone treats her pretty differently because of her condition and one day she overhears Sam and Dean talking about her condition (like hurtful stuff) and she takes it hard and like flies away crying and such and Castiel or Michael appears and talks to her and you can decide the ending sorry if it's weird or too specific!! Pretty please!

Word Count: 1620

Warnings: None! Just a lot of fluff and angst

Author’s Note: With all due respect to whoever requested this, I did change it up a bit, and I’m sorry if it’s not exactly what you wanted. For example she wasn’t cursed with them at birth, she was cursed while hunting a witch, but that does, however, mean the horns/wings aren’t permanent. So I hope everyone enjoys this nonetheless and I hope it makes your Monday slightly better than usual!

You were a hunter. Your parents and brother were killed by a demon when you were nine. You went to live with Bobby Singer, an old family friend, and he raised you to be a hunter. Through Bobby, you met the Winchesters, whom you became warmed up to instantly, and you helped them get over the death of their father, John. You had been living with the Winchester boys for nine years now and they were your best friends. Well, except for Dean. Not that you didn’t like him! It’s just that the way you liked him was not at all platonic. You have had the biggest crush on him for years, but you never said anything about it. But at this point you were living with him and you were near him all the time so you had to be happy about that.

You walked into the bunker’s library to do some research on the witch you were hunting this week, only to see that Sam and Dean were already there.

“Hey guys!” you shouted as you cheerfully entered the room.

“Why are you so perky today?” asked Dean.

“Because part of me kind of likes hunting witches, they’re unpredictable so you never really know what you’re going to have to do. It’s not boring like a salt and burn,” you said calmly.

“That’s the bad part about hunting witches, though. They’re unpredictable. A salt and burn is easy and it takes about a day to do, whereas as you see right now, a witch takes about a week.” Sam said matter-of-factly.

“Alright lawyer boy, you make a nice and factorial case. You win this round,” you said in defeat.

“Ooh!” Dean yelled, looking up from his laptop, “I think I figured out who the witch is! Her name is Lilah Howard, and she lives on 16245 Estershade Lane!”

“Great!” you said, “Let’s get the supplies and head on over there now!”

“Ok,” Sam said, “I’ll meet you guys in the Impala in about ten minutes.”

Ten minutes later you and the boys were ready to go and were whirring down the streets in Baby. There was a comfortable silence throughout the car ride and you ended up falling asleep in the back seat. While you were sleeping Dean looked through the side view mirrors to see you sleeping noiselessly and smiled. Then Sam asked in a whisper, so he wouldn’t wake you up,

“Dude. When are you going to ask her out?”

“Wha-what do you mean?”

“I know you have a huge crush on Y/N. I’ve known that since that time when we all met as teenagers.”

“How did you know?” Dean said voice barely a whisper.

“Dean. Come on, anyone with eyes can see the way you look at her. I mean, everyone except for her.”

“I mean, man, would I love to ask her out, but I don’t think she likes me in the same way.”

“But Dean wait-” Sam was cut off by you waking up and asking,

“Are we here yet?”

“Actually yeah, Y/N, we are,” Dean told you. You could detect a slight sense of sadness in his voice. You wondered why.

“Ok cool!” you jumped out of Baby and grabbed the supplies.

You and the boys split up and searched the house. You went upstairs and then you saw her. A pale skinned woman with candy-apple-red hair. She looked up at you and said,

“Ooh! Surprise, surprise, another hunter after me. But you. You’re a pretty one. The first pretty hunter I’ve ever seen. And that’s saying a lot since I’m 200 years old.”

“Thanks, I guess.” you said curiously, wanting to know where she was going with this.

“Well let’s see how you’ll deal with not being so pretty anymore!” she said, cackling. She then threw some kind of weird herd mix at you and you screamed, expecting her to kill you.

You then remembered you had a weird mixture of chilled chicken feet, among other items in your bag. You whipped them out and said,

“Furor divina virtute in infernum eam detrude” then you lit the ingredients on fire and the witch was engulfed in smoke and she turned to ash and blood and disappeared.

Just then Sam and Dean walked into the room as you smiled smugly and said,

“I killed the bitch.” You were then congratulated by the boys as you felt an agonizing pain rip up your back and then go into your head.

“AGHHHHHHH!” you screamed. And then the pain slowly left as you sat on the floor, whimpering.

Sam and Dean were just staring at you in shock, usually when you got hurt, the first thing they did was run over and help you, but now they stayed as far away as possible, just staring at you.

“Guys what’s wrong?” you asked, voice barely a whisper. Were you imagining things or did they actually look scared? Sam said nothing but he grabbed your arm, brought you into the house’s bathroom and made you look into the mirror. Then you let out a small, helpless scream.

You had horns that looked like a ram’s and large, feathery wings with what looked like claws at the very top of them. What did that witch do to you? You were hideous! And then you remembered what she had said,

“Well let’s see how you’ll deal with not being so pretty anymore!”

You fainted and fell to the floor.

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It has now been three months since the witch you were hunting, cursed you with horns and wings. You still hadn’t figured out how to get rid of them. It has also been three months since you’ve gone on a hunt, or out in public for that matter. You were absolutely hideous and you didn’t want anybody gawking at you. So you’ve stayed hidden in the house. When Sam and Dean went on hunts, Castiel stayed with you in the house so you wouldn't get so lonely. You’ve just been doing research twenty-four seven on how to rid yourself of these wings, but with no prevail. One day you were coming to breakfast and stopped because you heard Sam and Dean talking in hushed tones. So you hid yourself and listened to them,

“How could you ever love someone this horrifying?” Dean asked.

“You have to have faith that they’re truly good on the inside.”

“No one could love such an ugly monster.” Dean said, and at his words, your heart broke. You flew away crying hard.

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Little did you know that Sam and Dean actually went back to the witch’s house where they found that she wasn’t actually dead because Y/N didn’t really kill her. They then asked the witch if she could take away your horns and wings. She obviously said no and then she gave Dean horns and wings too. Little did you know that Dean was talking about himself.

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You flew out of the kitchen and into your room, tears blurring your vision. You crashed onto your bed, now sobbing. You knew Dean could never love you. And now you had proof. As you layed on your bed and sobbed, you heard a familiar flutter of wings and you looked up. It was Castiel. He sat on your bed beside you and held you close to him, not saying anything yet he was still comforting you greatly. He looked down at you and said,

“I know you’re sad but please just listen to me. Dean likes you, and not in a brotherly way. When they went on their hunt today, they didn’t go on a salt and burn. They went back to the witch’s house. It turns out that you didn’t kill her and when they found her, they asked for her to take away your horns and wings. She said no and instead she gave Dean wings and horns too. The conversation you heard between Sam and Dean in the kitchen wasn’t about you, it was about him.”

You looked up at him, sniffed, wiped your eyes, and then asked,

“Really?”

“Really,” He said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Thanks, Cas,” you said as you kissed his cheek.

You ran into the kitchen and sure enough, Dean had wings and horns, just like you.

You jumped into his arms and you kissed him, you kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

Neither of you realized but as you were kissing, both of your wings and horns disappeared, as did Dean’s. Sam and Cas were still standing there in awe. They were both rooting for you two to get together and after they came home from the hunt, Sam figured out that only true love’s kiss would get rid of the wings and horns and as soon as he read that he knew.

You and Dean finally pulled apart and Cas said,

“Both of you go look in the mirror.” You both obliged and went into the bathroom. You saw that your horns and wings had disappeared and you yelped with joy. Then you ran into the kitchen and asked Sam and Cas,

“Bu-but how?”

“After we came home from the witch’s house I did a lot more research and figured out that the only thing that would make the wings and horns go away was-” Sam was interrupted by Dean saying, “Come on Sammy, bring it in for a landing!”

Sam finished by saying,

“True love’s kiss.”

You looked at Dean as he said,

“Now I know that the feeling is mutual.”

“Just shut up and kiss me,” You said as you pulled him into a deep kiss, one that neither of you wanted to pull away from.

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Reader X Team Free Will: So Argumentative

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Request: Hey can you make one where Dean and Sam are fighting over Twizzlers or red vines (which one is better) and the reader is trying to get them to stop arguing because it's all the time. It's all because the reader asked if they wanted any of her red vines.

Word Count: 830

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: Alright, so here’s the thing. As you may or may not know, I’m from the Midwest. So before writing this I legitimately had to look up what a Red Vine was because I’ve never heard of them before. So I’m sorry to whoever sent in this request but I do favor Twizzlers (since I don’t know what a Red Vine tastes like) so I made the reader favor Twizzlers. Also, I got most of the trash talk from Twizzlers VS Red Vines online forums. I also added X-Men in because I love the mutants more than life itself. Hope you like it! XOXO- Kirsten

It was a rare no-hunting day and you waltzed into the bunker with a bag full of Twizzlers, your favorite. You had been living and hunting with the Winchester brothers for five years now. You had been hunting your whole life after your parents were killed by demons when you were ten and you and your brother had raised yourselves. You ended up meeting the Winchesters on a hunt shortly after your brother was killed, and you started living with them.

“Heyo!” you yelled, entering the library, “I’m home. Did you miss me?”

“With all my heart,” Sam said, voice dripping with sarcasm while somehow throwing you a bitch face at the same time.

“Well, nice to see that I’m making an impact,” you shot back. You then walked into the living room away from them both and started watching X-Men: Days of Future Past. Both men entered the room just as the movie started. They both sat down, Sam next to you and Dean on the chair. Just as the movie started you commented,

“I’ve always loved Blink. She’s just so cool. I mean, imagine if you could open portals. How many times would that have saved our asses?”

“Which one is Blink?” Sam questioned.

“She’s the one with the black and purple hair and neon green eyes that is opening that portal as of right now.” you said as you watched her with awe.

“I. On the other hand like Mystique way better.” said Dean.

“You mean Raven Darkholme and you just like her because she’s practically naked.” you protested.

“Well, her name is also Mystique and you got me on the naked thing.” he said.

“Oh good God I’m already confused.” said Sam, who had somehow not seen any of the X-Men movies, even though they’re your favorite and you watch them whenever you get a chance to.

“Well, maybe you should've paid more attention the other twenty times I’ve watched them.”

“Fine. I guess you’re right.” he grumbled.

“I know I am.” you said. You then cracked open the first of many bags of Twizzlers and started wolfing them down.

“Ew. Twizzlers. Why Y/N? Just why?” said Dean. Knowing that an argument was about to come, you paused the movie and turned to him,

“Oh, I’m sorry I’m not eating your disgusting, waxy rubber ‘candy’,” you said using air quotes around the word candy.

“Yeah sorry Dean, but I have to go with Y/N on this one. Twizzlers are way better than your weird Red Vines.” Sam said apologetically. You smiled smugly and unpaused the movie.

“Your lips keep moving, but all I’m hearing is ‘Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.’” Dean said.

“Oh, real mature Dean.”

“Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah.”

“What is your problem?!” Sam screamed.

“Oh. Thank you for asking. My problem is that you're eating those stupid Twizzlers and I’m fearing for your health. Both mental and physical by the way.”

“Come on!” said Sam with the world’s best bitch face, “You could just be eating a tire instead at this point!”

“Oh really? You could just be inhaling sugar for God’s sake!”

At this point, you were just sitting back, eating your Twizzlers and enjoying the show, the movie by the way. The boys, on the other hand, were annoying the hell out of you. You then paused the movie for the second time in the past three minutes.

“Can you guys please just shut up? I’m trying to enjoy the movie.” you said.

“What does it matter you’ve already seen it the other twenty times.” Sam said, mimicking you from earlier, before this stupid argument.

“Yeah, Y/N.” Dean said.

Finally, they agree on something. you thought to yourself, sighing internally.

“But Red Vines are still stupid and disturbing.” Sam said to Dean.

“Come on, really? I thought that this argument was over and we were just going to accept that Red Vines are, in fact, better than Twizzlers.

Suddenly Castiel appeared in the living room looking annoyed.

“What’s wrong Cas?” Dean asked, turning his head away from Sam to look at the angel.

“What’s wrong is that you two are so loud, that Heaven can hear your petty argument.”

“See guys. I told you that this was stupid. And now you have to believe me because you got a complaint from Heaven itself.” you said, feeling like you won that little battle.

“Sorry guys.” Dean mumbled.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hear you. What was that?” you asked happily.

“WE’RE SORRY!” they both shouted simultaneously.

“THANK YOU!” you and Cas screamed, mimicking the boys.

“Okay well I for one, want to finish watching the movie. You want to join us Cas?” you asked.

“Sure.” said Castiel, plunking himself down next to you on the couch.

“Great.” you said unpausing the movie and snuggling under the blankets, still silently eating your Twizzlers.

“Twizzlers are still way better.” Sam mumbled quickly enough that no one heard him but him.

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DeanXReader: Read My Love

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Description: Dean reads the reader’s diary                                                

Word Count: 720

Warnings: FLUFF

A/N- This is the first fanfiction I’ve ever written so please give me feedback and please put requests in my ask box! Love you guys!

“Where did you find that?” Kirsten asked, looking at her diary in Dean’s hands.

“Ummm on your bed,” Dean replied, looking down sheepishly.

“Did, did you read it, and why were you in my room in the first place?” You questioned, blushing slightly from embarrassment.

What Dean didn't know was that you had a huge crush on him and you let all your feelings out in your diary.

“I, I was looking for you and your diary was just laying on your bed so I picked it up. But no, I didn't read it…” He said, lying.

He actually had read it and was overcome with excitement inside because he secretly liked you and he was so glad that you liked him too. He now was planning to confess his love to you at some point today.

“Oh, well alright then. I trust you.” Kirsten said letting out a breath you didn't even know that you were holding.

“You really shouldn't,” Dean mumbled under his breath.

“What was that?” You asked.

“What? I didn't say anything!” Dean said, sounding panicked.

“Okayyy. Well, can I at least have my diary back?” You said.

Dean looked down and saw the diary in his hands. He didn't even realize that he was still gripping it tightly to his chest.

“Oh. Yeah, right. Sorry.” He said quickly before walking out of the room.

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“Hey Kirsten!”Sam yelled.

“Yes?” You said, coming to meet him and Dean in the bunker’s kitchen.

“We’re going to the bar. You wanna come?” Sam said.

“Oh. Yeah, I guess so.” You said with a hint of sadness in your voice. You knew that Dean was going to find some random girl to hit on and take home tonight and you would be stuck alone wishing that girl were you instead.

“Gee. Don't get too excited.” Sam said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Wasn't planning on it” you mumbled.

“What?” Sam asked curiously.

“Oh! Just that I'll go get my jacket now.”

“Alright, meet us in the car.” Sam said throwing his coat on, and walking out the door.

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When you arrived at the bar, a girl immediately walked up to Dean and they started talking. You took one glance at him and the busty blonde and then walked up to the bar and plunked yourself down right next to Sam. You both got whiskey, however, Sam didn’t down the whole thing right away. He started to look at you and he said,

“What’s wrong?” You hadn’t had that much to drink, but you had had enough to take your filter away completely.

“I love Dean and he loves one-night-stands with random girls. Also, I caught him in my room with my diary today and I’m pretty sure that he now knows that I love him, which is a hell of a lot embarrassing, considering he doesn’t feel the same. That’s what’s wrong, Sam, that’s what’s wrong.” You said. But you didn’t realize that you had started crying halfway through you speech. Sam just looked at you in complete shock. You then started to feel worse about yourself when you felt a strong pair of arms turn you around on your chair and then start to make out with you. You were surprised to find that the mystery man was actually Dean and he looked at you and said breathlessly,

“I heard every word you said and I’m sorry, but my god I love you.”

“Really?” you asked, “I love you too!”

“I know, I read your diary. And just so you know, the feeling is mutual.”

“I thought you read my diary.”

“Are you mad?”

“No. But I am mad that you’re wasting time talking and not kissing me.”

“Well, who am I to deprive a lady as beautiful as you of what she wants?”

“Shhh” And then you started kissing him in the middle of the bar with the busty blonde girl glaring at you both with envy.

“Let’s get out of this dump,” Dean whispered almost inaudibly in your ear.

“Definitely,” You said. Sam looked at you two and asked,

“Wait, where are you two-”

“Bye Sammy!” You yelled.

Sam went back to his drink smiling because he was the one who put your diary out in the open where he knew Dean would find it.