#Dean Winchester x Muslim!Reader

[solitaryearthperson]

Support (sequel to Comfort)

Summary: Waking up from a nightmare and not being able to go back to sleep, Dean heads down to his man-cave. (Y/N) finds him and comforts him.

(The reader uses she/her pronouns and is 18+. The ethnicity is any.)

Again it happened. Another restless night. It was a normal thing for him now, having these nightmares. It started when he was younger back when he officially started hunting, and its continued ever since. He wondered if Sam went through this too. He wondered if his little brother suffered from nightmares almost nightly and like him never said anything. I don't blame him, Dean thought to himself. What good would it do talking about the monsters we hunt in our nightmares? He knew deep down that it wasn't healthy to bottle all of this up, but he didn't know what else to do. He could talk about it but he's made it clear many times that he doesn't want to do any chick-flick moments, and he knows that's what it's gonna lead to.

I'm fine with this, he decided, taking another sip from his beer. After he woke up sweating from his nightmare, he decided that he was gonna go down to his man-cave or as he liked to call it, his "Dean-cave". He sat in an old school recliner facing a TV on the wall, looking at whatever was on. He didn't really care what was on, just as long as something was on. Just as long as there was no silence.

(Y/N) was already up before Dean. Not because of another nightmare, but more because she just couldn't really sleep. The bunker was a large place with many different hallways, and their rooms were somewhat far from each other, so when she heard Dean wake up from his sleep with a small scream all the way from her room, she knew something wasn't right. She waited in bed in silence, wondering about what he was going to do. She didn't want to bother him if he was going through something, but she also wanted to help if she could.

She tiptoed through the hallways, following his footsteps to his "Dean-cave" and waited outside the room, not sure when to exactly come in or to announce her presence.

"I know you're there, (Y/N)," Dean announced, taking a sip from his beer, his eyes not wavering from the TV. "What're you doing up, kid?"

"Nothing," she answered, entering the 'cave' and making her way over to the side of the recliner and leaning against it.

"Another bad dream," he asked looking up at her tiredly.

"No, I just couldn't sleep," she looked up to the TV and frowned. " You're watching a cooking show?"

Confused, Dean looked back to the TV and frowned in disgust before quickly changing the channel to a football game.

"You sure you're fine?" He looked back to her, worry clear in his eyes.

She nodded her head. "Yeah, I am." She hesitated for a second, not sure how to ask her question in a way that won't make him uncomfortable. "Dean, are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I heard you wake up. I heard your scream." He turned his head back to the TV screen and was silent for a while, leaving (Y/N) to awkwardly wait for his response next to him.

After a silent while, he spoke, "Don't worry ' bout me, (Y/N). I'm good, I'm fine."

His voice had a slight tremble to it and she wondered if he knew how it sounded. He kept his focus on the TV, but she could see him swallowing down whatever it was that was eating at him.

"You know I'm here for you, so is Sam and Cas. We're here for you-"

"Yeah, I know. I'm good. I just had a bad dream. That's all."

He took another sip from his bottle and began changing the channels on the TV, the atmosphere in the room suddenly changing and she could feel the sudden shift in the air. She thought back to when she had her nightmare, how Dean told her to just cry it out and not worry about telling him what her nightmare was, and she realized what she should do.

She moved to sit on the arm rest of the recliner and slowly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, gently embracing him and sitting her head next to his. She could feel him tense up for a second before relaxing.

"You don't need to tell me. Just know someone's here for you," she told him.

She could feel him take a deep breath before exhaling loudly and she glanced over at his face to see a tear slowly rolling down his cheek.

"Dean?"

"It's fine," he told her, leaning his head slightly against hers. " It's fine."

[imagine-by-susu]

Dean Winchester x Muslim!Reader

A/N: People seem to enjoy my Muslim!Reader and for the anon, here is one with Dean Winchester. Hopefully I did everything as accurate as possible and didn’t offend anyone o.o Word Count: 1045 GIF IS NOT MINE _______________________________________________________________________

“Okay, listen Sam, I am pretty sure that this is a Wendigo going rampage.” Dean explained in the car as his brother looked through the files on his laptop. “Dean, I am not sure that…” but Dean interrupted his little brother, his eyes still fixed on the road before him. “You said that one of the survivors said that could hear their partner shouting loudly in the cave and that after he vanished. I don’t think that he survived but the a Wendigo ate him. Wendigos are known for imitating voices of humans.” Sam sighed and closed the Laptop to turn a bit to his brother. “Yeah, but not only Wendigos can do that Dean.” but Dean had none of it as he pulled into a Motel Parking lot. Both men entered the motel room after they received the key from the motel owner. Dean let his duffle bag fall down onto the ground before he jumped onto the bed to lay down. Sam laid his bag onto the chair that was in the room and sighed. “Dean, really, we should gather more information. When this isn’t a Wendigo, we would’ve a big problem.” Dean growled in annoyance. He was tiered from the long drive to the motel and his bothers bickering didn’t help at all. “When you are so worried than do your research, I’ll take a nap.” and with that he laid back down and closed his eyes. Sam gave him a glare but sighed. - Dean woke up hours later. In months he hadn’t slept that long probably, but damn it felt good. While he looked around the dark motel room he nearly jumped out of his skin as he saw a woman sitting at the desk. Reacting quickly he grabbed his gun from under his pillow and pointed it at her. Unimpressed the woman looked up from her phone to look at Dean. “Well this is a nice greeting.” she gave him a light smile and before Dean could question her who she was and how she got in his motel room the front door opened and Sam returned with a bag, probably some burgers. “Oh, you are awake.” he stated, putting down the bag onto the table. Sam rolled his eyes as his brother still pointed the gun at the girl. “Dean, put the gun down.” he demanded but Dean only squinted his at her but she rose her hands. “Hey, it’s alright, I would react the same way.” than she got up and walked up to Dean. “Hey, I am (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I can assure you that you are not hunting a Wendigo but a Djinn. You’re welcome.” she introduced herself with sickingly sweet smile. Slowly Dean put the gun down, look at his brother and back to (Y/N), silently questioning what happened after he fell asleep. “You were sleeping like a rock and since I couldn’t find any more evidence on the internet, I walked to the nearest bar, did some questioning and then I met (Y/N). She is a hunter just like us.” he explained quickly and (Y/N) nodded at that. “Yeah, I followed that Djinn for some time now. A tricky one I can tell you.” Dean shook his head. “A Djinn?” he asked not fully awake as he noticed and (Y/N) nodded. “Yes, a Djinn and I thought you were the best.” she laughed at that and Dean growled. “Well, we are not as good in Islamic folklores as you.” Sam stated with a light awkward grin and she grinned at the tall man. “I grew up with this. This is my culture, so I am somewhat an expert on this topic.” she explained. Dean got up from the bed going through his bed hair. “Wait…what..?” he asked still not getting things wrapped around his head. “Man, you really need to pay attention more.” (Y/N) stated while Sam grinned in triumph. “So, when you are a Muslim why aren’t you wearing one of these head thingies.” Dean stated, Sams eyes widen while (Y/N) glared at him. “First of all this ‘head thingie’ is called hijab and second of all every woman can choose to wear it or not. Only because you chose not to wear doesn’t mean I love Allah less. Stupid Christians people.” she muttered the last sentence under her breath. In her life she encountered many of these people. People who think they know anything about other religions, believing what media and different sources say no matter if it is wrong or right. Dean held up his hands in defense. “Whoa, okay little Lady, I am sorry.” he said shortly glancing at Sam who nodded at him in approval. “So, what are we gonna do about the Djinn?” he asked making the girl smile again. Now, it was her time to show the famous Winchester boys what she had in her. - “That was a god damn good move from you (Y/N). Thanks for saving our asses.” Dean said crawling out of the cave followed by his brother and (Y/N). “Couldn’t done it with your good work. I know why everyone is praising you wherever I go.” Dean gave one of his signature grins at that. “Hey, what about a beer, I think we all deserved it.” he suggested and Sam sighed but nodded along, a break sounded wonderful after they defeated the Djinn. “Alright, beer it is then, but I need to hit the road soon again. Monsters don’t rest and neither should we.” (Y/N) said making Dean only nod at that. “Yeah, you’re right. Got to admit that I’ll miss your snarky remarks.” (Y/N) laughed at that. “Well, then just ask if I want to stay.” it was now her turn to smirk. “Should I leave you two alone?” Sam asked mockingly piping up behind them as he felt a bit left out. “Wow, what a Mood killer.” (Y/N) mumbled bit laughed a little while Dean tried to hide his blush. “Let’s talk about it over a beer.” Dean suggested and grabbed (Y/N) hand to drag her to the Impala while Sam smiled lightly and shaking his head at that. Only days prior Dean nearly shot (Y/N) on the spot and now he wouldn’t let her out of his sight.

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

I understand what you're getting at with the reader discourse and why people should write reader insterts inclusively. But, what's your opinion about people who write reader inserts like Latina!reader x Clint Barton or Muslim!reader x Steve Rogers bc they feel like as writers they should represent their cultures and/or talk about issues people in their culture face? Or people who write several different kinds of reader insert fics for different readers? I'm not a writer, I'm just curious.

They do that because most reader insert is catered to certain people. I write Mexican!reader a lot because I want my fellow peeps represented in a place they have no representation in. I guess it’s kinda confusing, because we want inclusiveness but then we write these Latina!reader or black!reader or Muslim!reader. BUT it’s because not everyone has the same experiences or culture and in general reader inserts are written for white readers, even if not intentionally. But when I see those collage pics people make for their stories and it’s a white chick with Dean Winchester or a pregnant girl with blond hair and Bucky- how am I suppose to read it? So in response I write for my culture so readers can relate. Listen, I know it sounds like I’m running in circles but it’s hard for me to explain. But when the majority of reader inserts are made for a certain group, making them unreadable for many - people shouldn’t be offended or what not about POC!reader fics, since they are already sparse as is.

[imagine-by-susu]

Can you please do a Dean Winchester x muslim!reader. If you do I will love you forever 💞💞💞

All done and hopefully to your liking :)Have a nice day