#arthur ketch imagine

[5sospenguinqueen]

Sam: Why is Dean crying on the floor?

Y/N: He took one of those 'which Supernatural character are you?' quizzes.

Sam: And?

Y/N: He got Ketch.

(Dean sobs harder)

[shallowseeker]

Moment of silence for Mary Campbell Winchester when, stranded on a completely 'nother Earth, the man she shot in the fuckin' head comes striding down the gravel path towards hers and Jack's rebel encampment.

And then, another moment of silence when she realizes that it's not an AU Ketch. It's OG Ketch.

[lokigonnakmsforbucky]

You're Beautiful

Arthur ketch x Insecure! reader

Summary: Y/n is feeling insecure and Ketch isn't really helping with how she feels by flirting with Mary Winchester

Warning: Feeling Insecure, angst, with fluff at the end.

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A request from @lilacprincessofrecovery

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You and Arthur have been in a relationship for two years now, not a public relationship of course, If anyone from the British Men of Letters even found out about your relationship. One of you will be terminated immediately.

But, you can't ignore how he is publically flirting with Mary Winchester.

You could feel your blood boil watching them flirt across the room. Mary trying to play it off but you can tell she was enjoying it. Ketch gives all of his corny jokes and smiles.

What does bloody Mary Winchester have that you don't?

When you said that sentence to yourself, you could hear another voice telling you all kinds of things that she has and you don't. She is a better fighter, prettier than you, and has everything you don't. I am not like her.

You didn't realize that in the middle of the meeting you had tears falling down your face, Ketch looking straight at you. Worried.

You wipe the tears off your face and walk out the door. No words were spoken to anyone. But, you could feel his eyes watching your every move.

you walk down the hallway, head down. you can't let anyone see how weak you are.

You finally reached my quarters, closed the door behind me, and immediately fell on your knees sobbing. You wish you could be as strong as that woman, maybe Ketch would actually talk to you more. Mary was a pretty woman, you cannot even deny that.

you know your self-worth, but why can't you just be her? She is so tiny, barely wears makeup, and most of all she is a strong woman.

Everything you are not.

A knock at your door breaks your train of thought, you wipe the tears that were on your face and stand behind the door. "Who is it?" your voice even sounded like you were crying.

"It's Arthur, can I come in?"

Of course, it has to be him. you take a deep breath, walk away from the door to the bed, and sit. "Yes."

Arthur opens the door slowly like he would during a hunt if he feared something might attack him. His eyes finally landed on you and he shut the door. "What is wrong my love?"

You could fill the anger in you and move throughout your body, all the frustrations you have felt today, "What's wrong? You came in here to ask me what's wrong?" you laugh, trying to hide all your anger. You have to show him Your not weak. "Nothing is wrong Ketch, why don't you go back. and talk to your American barbie girl?"

Ketch looks at you confused, "You mean Mary? My love, you got it all wrong." He made his way closer to you and you put your hand out, your eyes already stinging with more tears threatening to fall.

"Two years Ketch, We have been together two years. Two bloody years. You think nothing is wrong when you are FLIRTING WIH HER RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!" You could feel my anger was now out, and you couldn't hold it anymore.

"Y/n, love cal-" Ketch couldn't get his sentence off before you lash out once more.

"Don't tell me to calm down!" Tears were streaming down your face, your eyes looking directly at his. "Go be with her!" Ketch's face changed once you said those words.

"Why would I want to be with her? When I got everything I want with you." Ketch explained, you tried to speak once more but his hand went up basically telling you to shush, "I don't know why you are being like this. Why? Do you not trust me?"

You look down now, Of course, you trusted him. But, Mary... you don't trust her at all. You feel like she could take him away from you. Because of how different we are.

"I do trust you...But, I don't trust her." you mumbled, "She is so much more interesting than me, stronger than me, she is even bloody prettier than me." you wipe the tears that are falling down my face.

Ketch kneels in front of you, grabbing your hands gently with one hand, using the other to tilt your face to look up at him and wipe your tears, "My love. You are so much better than her. In every way. Don't let your mind tell you all of those lies. You are beautiful, You are strong. You are one of the strongest women I know. I mean, who can spar with me and take me down almost with ease?"

You giggle at his words, "I can."

Ketch smiles at me, "No need to worry about Mary Winchester. But I do apologize for flirting with her. I am trying to get her more on our side so we can end all this rubbish and return home. I didn't realize how that made you feel my love, please forgive me."

You smile at Ketch, nodding your head in the process.

"I forgive you."

[h0nkch0c0late]

OKAY, hii!! i just saw your arthur ketch post so here i am with a request!<33

i’d like to ask for an angst with ketch, but without any character dying?? like, i want my heart to break but not because of a death

it can be some kind of an argument or unrequited love, whatever, but i feel like crying while reading lmao

thank you so much!!<33

Thanks for the request @pinchofhoney ! Angst is my speciality <3

ALL OUTTA LOVE

Arthur ketch x Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Ketch used to be solid until one day he got up and left. Now, here you are, helping the Winchesters. Despite Ketch's rendezvous with Mary, his heart still longed for you. But you can't seem to say that you feel the same.

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It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

Meeting him like...this.

But here you are, sitting at the table in the bunker, beer in hand as you stare at the man who marched down the stairs like he wasn't hated by the Winchester brothers.

The same man who left you without a word. No goodbye, no note, nothing.

And yet, he has the audacity to stare at you with wide eyes, a surprised yet happy smile painting his lips as if he had just found his lost love.

In his eyes, he did, and he was absolutely speechless. But the furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes did not go unoticed by him as the woman before him took a swig of her beer, her eyes never leaving him.

"It's been quite a while, hasn't it?" Ketch broke the silence with a small chuckle.

You didn't laugh. Instead, you gave him a cold response, "what are you doing here, Ketch?"

His growing smile turned into a frown. He understood why you were acting so rude, considering he left you without a word, but the lack of empathy behind your eyes hurt him more than he'd like to admit.

"Just... here to talk to the brothers Winchester, is all. Are they here?" He asked, beginning to feel nervous due to your unwavering angry gaze.

Without skipping a beat, you answered him, "no, they're out right now. What'd you need them for?"

"Well, the British Men of letters-"

"No." You stated, taking another swig of your beer.

Ketch was taken aback, "I wasn't finished-"

"You want them to join you. Your whole thing is getting them to join you, just like you convinced their mother. It's not gonna happen, Ketch." You stated, suddenly uninterested in finishing the alcohol in your hand.

He felt his heart almost crack. At the moment, he didn't understand why. It was the fact that you had called him by his last name, just like everybody else. You had never done that before, and yet this was the second time that day you had.

He began to walk closer to you, and the way you slightly flinched did not go unnoticed by him.

"Look, you have to understand why I left..." He began, pulling a chair to sit in and face you.

You shook your head, "No, i understand now. You chose your work over me, Ketch. Your work was more important to you than I was."

Ketch clenched his jaw, "Love, if I had a choice, I would have never left you..."

It was true. And yes, he always tried his best not to let his emotions control him, nor have emotions at all. It's why he had started that entire thing with Mary Winchester. No feelings were involved.

But the one thing he could never rid of, was his love for the woman in front of him. But, luckily for him, nobody else knew that. You were his hidden weakness, and he would have liked it to stay that way. But now, you were working with the brothers Winchester. Any sort of chance of buttering them up enough to get them to join was now gone.

You hated him, and he knew that. You wanted him dead just as much as Sam and Dean.

But part of him hoped, WISHED, that you still felt the same as he did.

You shook your head and scoffed, "Don't call me love. You don't get that right. Not anymore. And that is such bullshit because you DID have a choice. You could have told me."

He began to reach for your hand, his eyes beginning to glisten, "if I told you, I would have put you in danger. I didn't want to do that."

You tore your hand away from him, finally breaking eye contact, "No. That's just not true."

"Love, you have to believe me. I...I..." His voice quivered, his attitude now foreign to himself.

Your body began to shake. From anger or sadness, you did not know, "You what?"

"I love you." He stated against his better judgement.

You stood up from your chair abruptly, hands tightening into fists to stop them from shaking so much, turning away from him and shaking your head furiously, "no you don't. Don't fucking say that."

He stood up as well, "it's true. I love you, and I never stopped."

"Yeah, well I did." You snapped, turning towards him, "I stopped loving you as soon as you disappeared from me. I stopped loving you the moment you decided that it was "safer," not to tell me. I stopped loving you the moment you decided to attack the Winchester boys, and then think that they'd suddenly switch to your side as if none of that ever happened." Your eyes began to water with tears. You always were a crier when you were angry or frustrated. It wasn't of your own accord. Of course, it was just your body's way of letting out those emotions.

Ketch froze in his spot. And suddenly, it was like his heart shattered into a million pieces. "Well... if the brothers aren't here, I should go."

You crossed your arms, "Yes. I think that would be best." You tried your best to hold in your tears. Not because you just admitted to your old lover that you didn't love him anymore, but because of the anger that consumed you just by looking at his face.

Ketch took a deep breath, "Well then. Goodbye." He nodded, before beginning to walk away.

Silence followed him as you watched him go, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of you at least giving him a goodbye.

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@pinchofhoney I hope you enjoyed it! And cried! It's a little bit late, I know, but I tried my best! :)

[shobolanya]

my Dirk Gently Supernatural crossover thoughts

i love both dghda and spn so ofc i imagined what could happen if the characters met (note that is is just pure crack but i would love more suggestions)

✦ they would met on one of the two cases in dghda or on one of the spn cases

✦ like sam and dean are just doing their usual thing when this weird chatty british dude, his assisfriend and a gorgeous badass appear

✦ i imagine dirk, todd and farah finding the case because dirk had a hunch they needed to be there and they meet these two FBI guys (who soon turns out aren't real agents) and they team up

✦ anyway they solve the case and sometime in the process of solving it they learn about what they really do

✦ i mean sam and dean learn about dirk being a holistic detective pretty fast but when things get messy the winchesters reveal what they do

✦ now i think they could team up again on some bigger cases (i imagine this being post season 2 of dghda and around season 12-13 of spn)

✦and maybe the universe led dirk to the winchesters so they could help each other

✦ so after they work on more cases more of the characters meet each other and here's who i think would get along with who

✦dirk and rowena become besties and sip tea and gossip; also she understands more about dirk being a holistic detective than he understands himself

✦ dean has a small crush on farah (but who doesn't), he's still married to cas though

✦ tina, farah, jody and donna are the best team ever

✦ CHARLIE AND TINA FRIENDSHIP.

✦ charlie and todd would be friends and she knows mexican funeral

✦ to his shame (not really) so does dean and he would never admit it but he was a fan before the band broke up

✦ dirk would be friends with jack because they are both confused sad cinnamon rolls

✦ also mona would randomly appear around the bunker nearly giving sam a heart attack; after that she would love to stay around jack and cas

✦ rowdy 3 would adopt jack (i got the idea from an amazing fanfic and it is a great dinamic nothing can change my mind, the rowdy 3 would be kind and understanding to jack and they could give him a cool jacket too)

✦ at some point friedkin appears because i want him back he's my dear beloved

✦ priest appears too and he teams up with arthur ketch

✦ bart and dean become best friends

✦ sherlock hobbs and donna are the best sheriff team

✦ rowena could teach amanda some spells

✦ the rowdy 3 can tell apart angels, archangels, demons, crossroad demons etc just by sensing their energy

✦ mona once turned in the impala to prank dean

[adreamoverlife]

Hey ur post about gabriel and loki seems rad as hell but im kind of stupid. In your version what exactly is loki switching?? Is lucifer still in the cage in this version?

Hellooooo, Nah trust me you're not stupid, Just my writing brain always takes over while I'm making posts and makes them way more convoluted than they need to be lmao. I'm gonna use this as a jumping off point to explain more about this AU. So to answer your immediate questions, Loki switched places with Gabriel when he was supposed to be rescued in order to pretend to be him and Lucifer is out of the cage while Michael and Adam is still trapped.

And for a more detailed answer heres this:

So, this would happen in season 13 (I originally wrote this without thinking about Jack so I'm just gonna put him off the table for now.) Normal season 13 is Loki - Left Gabriel with Asmodeus and seemingly was playing mafia god in a few hotels before getting killed by Gabriel

Lucifer - Out of the cage and messing around on earth

Gabriel - Was in hell and then was rescued and brought to Sam and Dean

Michael - Still trapped in the cage with Adam

In the AU I Wrote up Loki - Took Gabriel's place in hell when the angel was supposed to be rescued and was taken to Sam and Dean under the guise of being Gabriel. For believability and to tie up a loose end he did still kill Asmodeus like Gabriel did in the show. While his main objective is to make Gabriel suffer it's also a little deeper than that. We know Lokis father had him chained to a rock with a snake dripping venom into his eye but he still speaks fondly of him, He doesn't just wanna destroy Gabs relationship with his brothers (because lets be real it's already dead as hell) but to prove that Gabriel COULD have had his family back and they COULD be happy together. Before eventually destroying it. It should be noted that whether or not Gab ACTUALLY could fix his family is a dubious claim at best, it's more about how Lokis forgiveness of his abusive family makes him toxic to everyone else. (I'll be referring to him as "Gabriel" when he's pretending to be him to other characters)

Lucifer - Still out of the cage but who was sought after by "Gabriel" in order to repair their relationship. This actually managed to tap into Lucifers softer side for a while before he mysteriously vanished after a late night convo with "Gabriel" in the bunker. Sam was the last one to see him before said convo. He is still alive and is most likely the one causing all of nature to start reclaiming the earth.

Gabriel - Was never saved from hell by Arthur Ketch but Loki had him put somewhere "better" aka somewhere he can watch what Lokis doing to his brothers. The idea that he might be literally trapped inside like a radio or tv station is really interesting to me and probably where he is. If Castiel can get turned into a clay figure why can't Gabriel be trapped behind a TVs glass screen?

Michael - Since the cage is canonically damaged by this point in the show I don't find it too impossible a powerful god like Loki could sneak in a wisp of his illusion magic. I imagine Michael and Adam are having their own kinda hell right now. And if Loki managed to break Michael out of the cage after winding him up a bit to cause maximum damage who knows. I'll have to think more on Michael specially.

I've written a few Ficlets for this but I haven't exactly given this au a beta reader so there might be a few plotholes or things im forgetting that happened in the actual season 13 but honestly I'm kinda just having fun with this idea. Hope its not too illegible lmao. If you have anymore questions please shoot me an ask

[bi-bard]

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[antnbvll]

anton  is  incredibly  touch  -  starved  and  surprisingly  gentle  when  he  does    (  finally  )    let  someone  get  close  enough  to  change  that.      as  a  fighter,  anton  is  lethal.  he’s  been  trained  to  destroy  and  kill,  in  the  very  same  way  arthur  ketch  was.  the  british  men  of  letter’s  very  own  contract  killer.  when  necessary,  his  blood  -  covered  hands  can  be  brutal,  but  as  a  lover?  anton  craves  that  soft,  affectionate  touch.  i’m  not  talking  lover  as  in  sex.  sex  is  a  whole  separate  situation.  i’m  talking  lover  as  in  someone  who  cares.  this  isn’t  something  he’s  ever  had  before.  he  didn’t  even  have  it  with  penelope.  they  were  both  soldiers,  raised  to  be  indifferent.  there  is  such  a  deep  -  rooted  part  of  anton  that  longs  for  someone  to  simply  cradle  his  face;    to  brush  their  thumb  over  his  lower  lip,  or  quietly  trace  his  scars  without  asking  questions.  small,  little  moments  that  may  seem  like  nothing,  but  mean  so  much.

and  yet,  he  has  no  idea  how  to  accept  this  because  he’s  never  had  it.  anton  actively  AVOIDS  physical  contact  unless  fighting  or  fucking.  if  somebody  reaches  for  him,  mind  is  trained  to  instantly  see  an  attack.  he’ll  flinch  from  it.  recoil.  defend.  guard.  the  brainwashing  this  man  has  been  through  doesn’t  allow  him  to  consider  someone  might  just  want  to  hold  him.  for  him  to  open  those  doors    /    to  fight  against  his  own  nature    &    allow  someone  to  give  him  what  he’s  only  ever  been  able  to  imagine  before?  he  worries  he  might  not  ever  come  back  from  that.  you  can  punch  and  kick,  and  shoot,  and  stab,  and  anton  bevell  will  get  back  up  again.  but  my  god,  treat  him  with  genuine  tenderness?  and  there’s  a  high  chance  he  could  completely  crumble.  that  right  there,  that’s  one  of  his  biggest  weaknesses,  because  underneath  the  armour    /    underneath  the  weapon  the  british  men  of  letters  have  carved  him  out  to  be    .  .  .    he’s  also  just  a  boy.  

[420technoblazeit]

DUUUUUDE don't insult me I watched ALL supernatural!

What I meant is :

I ONLY WATCHED LAST FEW SEASONS IN ENGLISH AS THEY WERE RELEASING EPISODES

english is not my first language -> so i watched it mostly dubbed but as I caught up with the seasons i was forced to watch it in english to keep up with the show

-🔷️

PS i don't know if it's controversial but I really liked the man of letter storyline (in theory) it got handled like shit in some parts

PPS remember a few months ago I told u about the sandman diner episode being my favorite; it's because I loved the concept since seeing that one episode of supernatural :/

(It's 2 am my brain is tired q.q)

ok htat makes more sense but i literally catn imagine being introduced to the characters wiht different voices. i hate to say it but i hated hte men of letters. idk what it is, arthur ketch just never ladned as a character for me. he never had the same charisma that crowley did and it felt like the show was tryign to use him as a replacement idk

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Pure Ichor

Pure Ichor https://ift.tt/TlA0Sjc by pomidor Ketch steps in when they need someone to kiss Castiel for a spell. He finds that he really likes the taste of the angel. Castiel has his weak moments too. It's not easy when you're in love with one Dean Winchester. Your best friend who doesn't love you back. Words: 2048, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Sam Winchester, Rowena MacLeod Relationships: Castiel/Arthur Ketch, unresolved Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Ketch definitely does enjoy an angel, Dean is jealous but we're not getting too much into his issues, since this is a short drabble, This is after Ketch joins the Winchesters, he's a bit less of an asshole but definitely still an asshole, the rating is mostly for language and Ketch's dirty imagination, Actually let's allow Cas to enjoy being gay for a moment even with an asshole via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/ItaECs5 March 31, 2023 at 06:45PM

[french-vanilla-in-the-clouds]

𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Arthur Ketch x Reader

Summary: Set during 13.17, The Thing (Ketch & Dean cross the rift)

Arthur Ketch plans to accompany Dean on his mission to save Jack and Mary. Though he doesn’t expect anyone to take a personal interest in his well-being, he’s in for a surprise when a friend of the Winchesters, Y/N, shows him genuine concern and dare he say... care?

Ketch. Deserves. Love. 

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It was decided. Dean Winchester and Arthur Ketch would cross the rift to save Jack and Mary. Sam and Y/N on the other hand would stay behind in case of any curveballs.

“I’ve got Cas and Row on speed dial if anything goes sideways, alright? Just don’t do anything too crazy, or else I’ll totally kill you when you get back,” Y/N said, hugging Dean tightly.

They parted and he clicked his tongue with a smile. “Sure thing kid. Keep the pie warm in the oven for me, yeah?”

“You know it.”

With a final wave, Dean stepped aside to say his goodbyes to Sam.

As the Winchesters embraced, Y/N noticed Ketch standing in the corner of the room. His stance was rigid and it was clear he felt like an outsider to the bunker’s warmth and friendship. As Y/N watched, Ketch caught her eye and nodded in her direction. With a flinch, she turned away and cleared her throat.

Though she would never admit it, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a spark whenever Ketch was in the room. Yes, he had questionable morals, but there was an undeniable charm to him as well. Beneath his coarse exterior, Y/N recognized a goodness that Sam and Dean refused to acknowledge.

At the end of the day, Ketch was only human. A man haunted by his past, seeking redemption. She of all people could understand that.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N approached him. When he saw her coming, he straightened defensively and turned up his chin.

“Miss L/N,” he said politely, nodding at her once more.

“Hey Ketch. I just wanted to say-”

He held out a hand and sighed. “Please, let me spare you the preambles.” Ketch cleared his throat and adjusted his collar nonchalantly. “I am to bring your beloved Winchester home in one piece lest I wish you to hunt me to the ends of the earth and slaughter me through the most graphic means possible. Is that right?”

Y/N blinked. “Actually, I was going to give you this.” Reaching into her duffle-bag, she grabbed a canteen and handed it to Ketch. “I thought you might need it. Wouldn’t want you getting dehydrated out there...” she trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

He looked down at the offering and frowned in quiet surprise. “Ah yes, of course. Forgive me, you American hunters have always been a colourful bunch.”

“Arthur?”

He turned up at the use of his first name. No one ever bothered using it. He was only ever Ketch- a weapon, never an individual.

“Yes Y/N?”

“I know we haven’t always been on the same page.” She stared at the zipper of his vest as she spoke, afraid she’d lose her cool completely if she met his gaze.

“Come on now, I’m no basilisk.” Y/N looked up and saw a slight smile tugging at Ketch’s lips. “You can look at me.”

“Right,” she said, her cheeks warming. “I just wanted to say, be careful. Watch out for yourself and make it home in one piece.” Her words came out in a rush and she winced at her incoherency.

“The bunker isn’t my home,” Ketch sniffed. “This is only just a chapter house where I happen to be freelancing. The brothers Winchester can attest to that.” He was perplexed by Y/N’s apparent concern and couldn’t understand her kindness. Surely it was a trick of some sort... she couldn’t possibly care for him, could she?

Y/N smiled sympathetically and placed a hand on his chest. “It could be. A home, that is.”

Ketch stiffened at her touch, but made no move to pull away. “Thank you for your consideration, Miss L/N,” he said uncertainly.

Y/N looked up at him and smiled. Lifting her hand to his cheek, she whispered “stay safe out there,” before walking away.

For a moment Ketch stood still, caught in a trance. It wasn’t until Dean yelled to him from across the room that he was struck back to reality. “Hey Ketch, what are you waiting for? I’m not about to hold your hand the whole way, so get moving!”

The former British Man of Letters quickly composed himself and waltzed towards the ill-tempered Winchester. “The whole way? Why Dean, are you suggesting we walk into the new world arm in arm? How very chivalrous of you.”

“Shut up. Sam, tell him to shut up.” With a final look of annoyance, Dean crossed the rift.

Ketch rolled his eyes before looking over his shoulder one last time. He saw Y/N send him a small wave and a subtle wink before turning away to talk to Sam. Ketch touched his cheek and smiled. He could still feel the ghost of Y/N’s touch upon his skin. With a renewed sense of purpose, Ketch stepped into the rift. For once in his life, he had something meaningful to come home to.

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Might I suggest Something Borrowed?

I know... he’s an iffy character and has caused the Winchesters grief... but like, he’s also so cool??? I mean, he has a motorcycle!!! Brownie points for you Ketch!!!

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[strangelysamantha]

reassurance ❀

arthur ketch x plus!insecure!reader.

warnings: insecure reader, reader gets hurt, mention of blood, stab wounds, besides that cute fluff.

words: 1,242.

summary: arthur ketch is over you being insecure, because he knows your perfect. it takes you being stabbed to realize how deep his adoration is for you.

request? yes! from dms “…i would like the plus size reader and him to be in a relationship and be on a job and she gets stabbed in the stomach or something and he has to heal her with first aid but she doesn't want him to lift her shirt cuz she's so insecure of her stomach and its fat around him? and he stops being so harsh and sweetens his demeanor for his girlfriend?”

a/n: sorry this is late! struggled with some technical issues. more stories out today!! love y’all! if you enjoyed this story, like and comment! also i haven’t seen supernatural in a year or two so i hope this is good as i’m writing it off memory. <3

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you were currently in a relationship with arthur ketch. the two of you had been dating for a little over six months. although you loved him dearly, you couldn’t help but feel insecure around him. the jokes he made, although he always meant well and it was all for fun, didn’t stop you from feeling insecure around him. you two were going strong; and you had a great relationship. the only downside was you actively went out of your way to avoid him seeing your stomach at all costs. he knew what you looked like, but he respected your boundaries, he never wanted to push or pressure you into anything especially if you weren’t comfortable with it.

arthur ketch, despite telling you to stay back, was undeniably walking into a death trap. you couldn’t just stand by and watch him proceed as if it wasn’t his stupidest idea, and granted, he has had a great share of awful ideas. you followed close behind him on foot, carefully ensuring that he didn’t see you following after him. once the coast was clear, you quickly moved closer to inspect the situation at hand.

despite your various efforts to remain unseen by him, he had seen you, and he wasn’t happy about it. “god! you never listen, and now you're with me. just another distraction. stay behind me, and actually listen to me this time.” his frustration was evident, but he was caught off guard. this is what allowed sam to approach us, a shiny knife in hand. you were startled by him, not prepared for what his plan was. he looked off, scarier, his eyes looked dead.

“uh… ketch?!” you exclaim, he looks away from you, back at sam. ketch straightens his back. “nice seeing you again sam, although, i can’t help but wish it was under better circumstances.” you bite your lip in anticipation waiting for what was going to happen next. sam chuckles, “oh trust me, the feeling isn’t mutual.” sam approached you two, his knife pointed outwards towards ketch specifically. “who’s this?” his knife now pointed at you. “no one. just an innocent bystander. leave her out of it.” you slowly back up, but sam’s smirk showcased he didn’t believe what he was saying.

“i don’t want to kill you, mr. arthur ketch. just want to scare you a bit, show you who you are messing with.” in a split second, before you even realized it, sam had sent the knife flying. ketch was confused since he hadn’t felt anything, that was until he looked behind at you. your eyes were wet from tears, and sam’s silver knife was lodged into your stomach, blood already coating your shirt.

ketch turned around looking for sam, but he had already vanished, clearly completing his mission. his mind was running rampant, not entirely sure on how he should handle this situation. luckily ketch’s adrenaline kicked into hard drive, and he was sprinting towards you. his hand swiftly was placed on your stomach, and you undoubtedly became self conscious. you push his hand away, scared he’d see how big you were. “ketch please don’t!” he shook his head, annoyed. “you will die! i need to touch and see your stomach.” you shook your head, crawling away from him, the knife still sticking out of your stomach.“dont! don’t look at my stomach. please, i don’t want you to see!” his emotions were conflicted, “why can’t i just see your stomach!? i need to help you! do you not understand that if i don’t check on the wound you’ll bleed out and die!?” you shake your head, “i don’t care! please just call an ambulance, do anything you want, BUT don’t lift my shirt up or touch my stomach.” you begged, the pain taking over as you hissed when you exhaled too much.

“i don’t care what you want. you act like i care about your weight. i love you for you, okay? if i didn’t like your stomach, and i was so “disgusted” by it, i wouldn’t be here. hell! we wouldn’t even be dating!” he reached for your shirt again, you tried to push his hand away, but he slapped your hand away. “stop. i’m looking regardless of what you do.” he slowly lifts the shirt. his eyes saddened as he saw how deep the knife was. “stay here, i have a first aid kid in my car. don’t move.” you frown, self conscious as your entire stomach was on display. he runs towards his car, leaving you alone bleeding out on the pavement.

when he comes back, you felt lightheaded and sick. he lifts your shirt again. “i promise you, i love you for you. regardless of your weight, or stomach, or whatever. on any other day, i would listen to your requests, but not when your life's on the line.” you nod, as he takes a wet cloth, wiping away the mess the blood caused. he continues to deal with the wound. after he cleaned it as best he could, he helped you up. “come on we need to go to the hospital, you need stitches.” you frown but follow him to his car.

when you arrived at the hospital, you were immediately checked in. they took you back and gave you stitches. while in surgery, ketch was out in the waiting room, his hand covered in your blood. when looking down at his hands, he begins to feel disgusted. he rushes to the bathroom, thoroughly washing his hands with soap. he returns to the waiting room, his leg shaking. he was caught in a trance before he heard your name. “yes! is she alright?” the nurse smiles softly, nodding.

“yes she’s okay, she’s in recovery, just calming down. you’re lucky you cleaned it, and got her here when you did. when she checked in she was minutes away from losing too much blood.” his smile leaves his face as soon as it comes. the shock is evident as he realizes he could have lost you. “can i see her?” he asked the nurse. “yes, follow me.” he follows the nurse to your room.

you were sitting up in the hospital bed, your stomach aching from pain as the pain meds were wearing off. “ketch…” he shushes you. “calm down, you’re okay. i- i can’t believe i almost lost you.” you nod, and he frowns. he scoots the chair closer to the bed before sitting on it, his hand reaching for yours. “i’m sorry i wouldn’t let you see my stomach.” you wait for his response. “it’s okay. i understand you are self conscious of it, i just wish you could understand that i don’t care about what you look like, i don’t care about your weight, or anything like that.” you nod, “i know you don’t, it’s just sometimes i forget.” he nods, staying silent. 

his hand is warm against your hand. “try and get some rest. you’ve been through a lot.” he glances up at you, and sees a soft smile on your lips. “okay.” your hesitation was evident, “i’ll be here when you wake up.” you sigh. “okay.” you lean back, trying to get some rest like he had asked. soon, he heard you had fallen asleep, his heart never stopped beating quickly. the realization that you wouldn’t have been alive if the situation was any different scared him. now, he was contemplating ways to get back at sam, for putting you in this situation.

[winchesterwords]

“Champagne and Charm” Ketch x F!Reader

Request from  lilacprincessofrecovery : hi i have this dream about meeting ketch and im a curvier girl but i want ketch to help the reader like her stomach? or anyone else in supernatural really? Idk its ok if you dont im not good at making reqyests

Word Count: 1152

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “Sweet Creature” by Harry Styles

Note: Okay, I am not that great with embracing my own curves, so I hope I did okay with this.... Ketch isn’t someone I know inside out when it comes to writing, but I think I managed to do alright with his character. Also: while this is a reader insert technically, the reader is curvy as per request so just lettin ya know. 

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The lavish hotel room was warmly lit as a champagne bottle chilled in a silver ice bucket. 

Arthur Ketch lazily lounged against the headboard watching as you poured yourself another glass of bubbles. In the professional sense, you were a contact for the British Men of Letters living in America. Ketch had met you not too long ago when the two of you had run into each other while on a hunt in Nova Scotia.

The British Men of Letters had caught wind of multiple sirens acting in one area which in itself was odd. You had been passed along the case by a fellow hunter down in Maine and jumped at the chance. Meeting Mick and Ketch had been interesting, to say the least. 

Mick was nice enough, but he wasn’t much of a hunter when you had been introduced. Ketch, however, well he was everything a hunter should be and more. You tended to work jobs alone, but even you had to agree that this would require all hands on deck. 

All three of you managed to finish the job quickly and just before you headed back home, you had casually slipped your number into Arthur’s jacket. That is how you now found yourself in the current situation. 

Anytime Ketch was available, he made his way to the states to visit you. You were curvy, strong, and packed a hell of a punch when it came to a fight. However, there was something about Arthur that made you just melt at the sight of him. He was the one person in a long time to make you feel that way. 

Currently, Ketch was in America trying to convince a pair of brothers to work alongside him and his organization. You liked Ketch a lot, but there was no way you would take him up on the offer if he had offered it to you. When it came to the Winchester brothers, you knew they weren’t going to go along with it either. 

You had never met the brothers, but every hunter in the country knew of their reputation and the company they tended to keep. You thought the Brits were incredibly brave considering the Winchesters had both Angels and Demons on their side. They even employed a witch at times. You only hoped that Ketch knew what the hell he was doing. 

“Any update on Mick?” You asked, sipping from the flute in your hands. With a sigh, Arthur approached you and placed his hands on your shoulders. 

“No more Mick talk and no more discussing the flannel monkeys,” Ketch said, running a hand down your spine. 

“Flannel monkeys? Is that what we’re calling them now?” You asked, very amused.

“We can call them whatever we want as long as we table the discussion for now,” Ketch said. He then reached over and plucked the glass from your hands and set it down on the table. “Come dance with me,” he whispered. 

“There isn’t any music, Arthur,” you said, trying to hide a smile. 

“Who says we need any?” He asked as he spun you around. You laughed as he took you in his arms and swayed back and forth, smiling the entire time. 

Looking up at him, you felt so happy. Arthur took your hand, spun you out of his arms, and then back into them, your back hitting his chest. When his hands slid up your waist and then over your stomach, you froze. 

Ketch noticed your hesitation immediately and then dropped his arms. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked, instantly worried. Turning in his arms, you began shaking your head.

“No, no, I just...uh…” you weren’t exactly sure how to put any of it into words, the way you were suddenly feeling. 

“What?” Ketch asked, patiently. 

“I’m...shy,” you tried, though that didn’t seem like the right word either. As Ketch looked at you, you began to feel odd. Your hands came up to cover your middle and you began to shift on your feet. Something you always did when you were nervous or when you were overthinking. In this case, it was definitely a bit of both.

After a moment, he seemed to understand. “You’re self-conscious,” he said softly and you narrowed your eyes, attempting to deny it even to yourself. 

“I wouldn’t say that…” you said, trying to play it off, but Arthur raised one of those dark eyebrows of his and you caved. “So what if I am. I’m allowed,” you argued. Arthur smiled down at you. 

“Why?” He asked, genuinely curious. 

“My stomach it’s not exactly…” you trailed off again, gesturing with your hands. 

“It’s not what? Beautiful?” Ketch asked with a scoff and you jumped slightly at his words. “Because you may need to look in the mirror again, Darling.” You rolled your eyes, but Arthur wasn’t backing down. 

Stepping closer to you, he placed his hands on your hips. “May I?” He asked and you took a breath and then nodded. Ketch slid his hands up your sides, lovingly. “You are stunning, (Y/N),” he whispered. “Sexy,” he said as he leaned in and kissed your cheek. “Brilliant.” His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as he ran his hands across your abdomen softly. 

Your hands lay on top of his, trying not to meet his eyes, feeling the blush that crept up your cheeks at his words. “Arthur,” you said softly, breathing in the smell of his cologne. 

“Every strand of hair,” he continued, “every little smile, and every curve is everything I see when I go to sleep at night. No matter where I am, Love, you are on my mind. You are so beautiful and I can never be truly worthy of you. I love you, all of you, I never want you to forget that.” 

A single tear rolled down your cheek and you quickly brushed it away. You looked up at him and took his face in your hands, leaning up. He met you halfway and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him swiftly but with love in your heart. 

“Arthur,” you said again. 

“Yes, Love?”

“Take me to bed,” you whispered against his lips. With a grin, Ketch lifted you into his arms and spun you around to the large bed that took up most of the hotel room. Laying you down, he kissed you from your lips, down your neck, across your collar bones, all the way to your stomach. When he returned to hovering over you, he gazed down at you. 

“I know Angels exist, but nothing compares to you,” he whispered. You laughed, grinning up at him. 

“That is so cheesy,” you said. 

“You love it,” he said with a wink and then you pulled him back to you, relishing in the feel of Arthur Ketch as he proved just how much he loved you. 

[h0nkch0c0late]

RAAAAH ARTHUR KETCH RAAAAHHH IM SO IN LOVE WITH HIM RAAAAHHH SOMEONE PLEASE SEND ME A REQUEST TO GIVE ME AN EXCUSE TO WRITE FOR HIM PLEASE

[fangirlings-things]

"Oh come on, don't 'what' me" you crossed your arms over your chest and stared seriously into your best friend's eyes. "He likes me and I may or may not like him too. What's the big deal?"

"That's Ketch!" Dean looked at you like you had just told him that you were going to sell your soul. "You can't like Ketch because... he is Ketch!"

"Dean..." you started with a sight, passing your hands through your face with exasperation. You should have known that some point it would be brought up.

"I don't like it" he shook his head in denial, then went to sit at one of the chairs of the bunker. "You gotta be kidding me. Ketch! Of all people, Ketch!"

You bit your lower lip so you wouldn't laugh.

Little did Dean know that you and Arthur had already been together. Intimately.

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gif credit: @purgatoryking ; @kingofthecrxssroads

[spn-imagines-nation]

“Oh, you mean when you left me to die because someone told you to kill me but you decided to show mercy for the first time in your life? That time?”

“You talk as if I was the bad guy, as always.”

“Come on Arthur, you knew our job was shaddy, and you knew that they’d been lying. You enjoyed it. And when I started questionning the meaning of our cause, then you decided to take care of it.”

“And I couldn’t resolve myself to lose you for this. That’s why I let you live.”

“That’s why I shot you. Now please, let’s think about what we have to do for this mission before we do something stupid again.”