#dating dean winchester would include

[5sospenguinqueen]

Y/N: Whenever Dean is about to use the shower after me, I turn the temperature to scalding.

Sam: Why-why would you do that?

Y/N: To make him think I am capable of withstanding that pain. I take normal showers, but I want Dean to be a little scared of me.

Sam: (sighs) You’re both idiots.

Charlie: (in awe) That’s genius.

[lokigonnakmsforbucky]

Dating Dean Winchester Headcanons <3

No one asked for this, but I am going to write about it anyway because I am THIRSTY for some Dean Winchester...feel free to send me requests for dean or any spn character. I will take a look at those asap. Also, this goes without saying but, minors dni, NSFW WILL be mentioned under. You have been warned :)

Long road trips in the impala, classic rock 24/7. You both would be singing to every single song. While Sam does anything possible to get you both to shut up.

Constant jokes, pranks, and teasing.

You guys would often make bets on what monster you would be hunting, but jokes on you both. Sam was always right.

Dean was a man that loved physical touch, as soon as you give him the A-okay. His hands never leave you... and I mean that.

Forehead kisses, cheek kisses, hand kisses... you get them ALL.

This man loves to hug you, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his head on your shoulder no matter what you are doing or where you at. He will find a way to hug you somehow.

He loved to show his love for you in any way he could, cooking, rubbing your back, and maybe something else ;) He wanted to let you know how much you mean to him.

Baking pies together <3

Dean was an ASS man, his hand would never leave your ass in public. He would always have his hand on top of it, so everyone in the vicinity would know you were his. Don't worry he would slap it too if anyone was looking.

oh, man if anyone was looking... you were in for a treat.

"He thinks it's okay to keep eyeing you...I'm gonna prove to him your mine."

He would get jealous quick... even over something so small.

Dean is also very protective of you...he would fight, lie or even die for you, and when ANYONE made googly eyes at you. He was ready to show everyone you're his girl.

"What do you say, sweetheart, let's show this fool your mine."

"Please..."

Dean could quickly become a Dom or Sub depending on your mood, his, or the situation.

But, fucking him was a perfect combo of filthy and sweet.

This man would have his head between your legs and his fingers inside, keeping eye contact and making you watch while he fingers you.

"C'mon sweetheart, moan for me... let them all hear how good I make you feel just with my fingers... we haven't even got to the good part yet."

"Please...fuck me, Dean... stop teasing"

"Yes, ma'am"

He could spend the rest of his life making you moan for him.

But, remember when I said he was an ass man? He loves taking you from behind... holding your head back. One hand around your neck, while whispering dirty things into your ears.

"Just like that...moan out loud for me"

He also went crazy when you rode him, thrusting up into you when you went too slow or just watching your face take him.

you + him +impala = dean's in heaven, mainly when you were on top of him.

"Ride me just like that, you're doing so well baby"

He would also ensure that everyone knows that he did it if you can't walk well the next day. Was because of him

He absolutely loves aftercare too.

He would make a bath for the both of you, cook you anything you wanted, and cuddle until you both fell asleep watching any show that made you happy.

When he went out for hunts, he would always think about you. Are you eating enough, are you sleeping well, are you okay? His questions would spin in his head the entire time. For once he wishes monsters didn't exist or took a break so he could spend time with you.

He would call you at LEAST twice a day to check-in on how you were doing.

Dean was absolutely in love with you, to the point that he would rant to Sam on how much he did love you and that he was afraid you would leave one day or that he would not be there to save you.

"But what happens if I can't make it in time or if she leaves?"

"Dean, she can handle herself. Plus, she loves you and if you can't see that you an idiot."

This man was head over heels for you, he would do anything for you and I mean anything for you. He even thought of retiring from the family business and start a life with you.

Maybe some day, he will make that a reality.

[graceloveswolves]

Dating Dean Winchester Would Include…

- classic rock music 24/7

- embarrassing each other in front of people during cases

- low-key competing during cases, however he will mostly always win and look out for you

- him slipping trackers in your clothes and on your phone “just in case”

- 110% over protective.

- pranking you a lot

- him letting you drive on backroads

- jokes. A lot of them. 24/7.

- you two playing a lot of games you guys make up

- like finding a really weird word and seeing who can properly use it the most during a case

- will not share his pie with you

- bribes you into doing all the reading during a case

- or you guys will make bets and loser has to read

- a lot of bets

- during your long road trips, you’ll play “name that song” whoever names it first gets a point

- and whoever has the most points by the end of the trip it gets to choose the others punishment

- you two taking hilarious pictures of the other ones sleeping face

- he lets you hog the motel beds

- never letting you hunt alone. Ever.

- if he’s sick, you might as well be sick too

- going to bars together and trying weird drinks

- him ending up in a few bar fights with flirty guys

- he’s very loyal. there’s no other person in his world but you and Sam

- he doesn’t trust anyone with your safety, not even Sam

- being the only person to look for him after he disappears (trying not to spoil)

- literally you two being the definition of ride or die

- crashing at Bobby’s or the roadhouse when you guys get in a bad fight

- him not liking that at all. He’d be there within 24hrs.

- nicknaming each other from your favorite tv show/movie characters

- him letting you sleep in on hunts and going out to wake you up with the smell of breakfast

- always making sure you had food and that you ate

- overall 1000/10 boyfriend material

[gingernut1314]

Dating Crowley would include...

Crowley x F!Reader

Summary: What would dating the fearsome King of Hell be like? 

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 470

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Major Mafia boss vibes

You would be able to afford all the expensive things you used to dream about owning

Crowley tends to buy you gifts when he thinks about you (which has to be a least twice every day)

On your first visit to Hell, you find where they keep the Hellhounds almost instantly and you can’t keep your hands off two, sweet little puppies

You would beg Crowley to let you have them, but he wouldn’t give in

But when you get home they are waiting there for you with red bows tied around their necks

He mainly gets them so they can protect you when he isn’t home

You love dressing them up in the cutest little outfits you can find and parading them around the mansion

You love to bring them with you when you go run errands all dressed up as well

Crowley absolutely hates it

He thinks it defeats the whole scary hell dog thing

But it brings that bright smile of yours to your face so he doesn’t push too hard 

And god does he love that smile of yours

You would live in a giant mansion with him

He chooses a mansion that is far away from hunters and things that go bump in the night

You are allowed to go into every nook and cranny there is to offer in your new home, but Crowley’s office is off limits

You break this rule often

Really you’re just bored and want to annoy him

You try not to interrupt meetings, but you can’t help it if you didn’t know

Crowley isn’t one for physical affection, especially in public around his goons

Even if it is something as simple as fixing his tie or trying to hold his hand

He even goes as far as to shake you off if you attempt to try

But in private he allows any and all affection you wish to shower on him

Whenever Crowley is gone, a small group of demons that are as loyal to him as a demon can get guard the perimeter of the mansion

No demon is allowed into the mansion when Crowley isn’t home, they aren’t allowed anywhere near you

If they need something that can’t wait till he gets home, they have to knock on the door 

Crowley will hear about it if they try

And that demon will never be heard from again

Crowley picks the souls of the freshly brought to hell and brings them to the mansion to become help around the house

These souls are those who made some stupid or borderline heroic deal, not wanting any true demons to do the job and be around you too long

Lots of cute little nicknames

“My Queens, My love, darling, birdie/dove, my love, my pet, etc.”

Next

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Wandering

Dean Winchester & little sister!reader

Requested by anonymous

Synopsis: Set during 15x07 (spoilers included), Dean takes you out for a solo hunt where you run into his old friend Lee, but things go sour quickly.

You were sitting in the corner of the kitchen watching your big brother Sam and his ‘friend’ Eileen awkwardly flirt, though they were clearly hungover. You were somewhere in between being amused and disgusted, but Sam was making you some bacon so you figured you could get over it. Besides, you liked Eileen, and it was good to see Sam smile again.

Despite that, you were relieved to see Dean finally stumble into the kitchen looking for coffee. You’d spent the last twenty minutes feeling like the third wheel to your big brother’s date, and you hoped that Dean had something to do that would get you out of here for a while.

“Are you guys hungover?” Dean said after only minute or two around the happy couple.

“We may have gotten a little carried away…” Eileen said, smiling shyly at Sam.

“With margaritas,” the two finished together, Sam mimicking Eileen’s sign language. Dean just stared at them for a moment before brushing the awkwardness aside and continuing.

“Ok, well I’m gonna head out. I think there might be a hunt.”

“You want us to come?” Sam asked, suddenly more alert.

“No no, it’s…it’s probably nothing.” Dean shrugged.

“I’m coming!” You insisted, jumping up.

“You don’t have to…” Dean began, but he stopped at your pleading stare. “Ok, ok.”

“You want some bacon?” Sam asked, frowning in concern at Dean’s eagerness to leave.

“No, I should get going.”

Sam’s eyebrow’s almost disappeared into his hair.

“But it…it’s bacon.”

Dean just shrugged and turned to go. You snatched up several pieces off the plate that Sam was still holding out, before running to catch your big brother.

…

The ride out was pretty quiet other than Dean’s cassettes blaring from the speakers. You got the impression he didn’t want to talk, so you were content to just hum along to his music and keep to yourself.

He got this way sometimes; restless and desperate to get away. You normally let him, but the last thing you wanted was to spend the weekend third wheeling Sam and Eileen, so this time Dean would have to get away with you tagging along.

You arrived in Texas pretty late, but Dean still opted to turn into the bar where the girl disappeared so he could start looking for intel right away.

A day-long car ride with someone who doesn’t really want you there is exhausting, so you were dragging your feet a little on the way inside. You found a corner to huddle in while Dean began to look around—standard procedure, since you couldn’t drink and Dean didn’t want you to end up talking to creeps. However, you emerged from your corner when you noticed Dean staring intently at a man up on stage singing. The man noticed him after he’d finished the song and was stepping off the stage. You neared Dean as the two men stared at each other—they didn’t really look happy.

“Lee Webb,” Dean said lowly.

“Dean Winchester.” Was the reply.

They stared for a few more tense seconds before they suddenly lurched forward. You jumped in surprise, wondering for a moment if you should intervene. But then you saw the huge grin on Dean’s face—they weren’t fighting, the idiots were hugging.

“What are you doing here?” Dean demanded as he pulled away.

“What am I—I own this place! What are you doing here?”

“I’m on a hunt,” Dean replied. “You don’t hunt anymore?”

“No, no not for a while,” Lee said, a dark look clouding his face for a moment before he shook it away.

“Oh, Y/N!” Dean turned to you suddenly, still grinning. “Look who it is!”

“This is Y/N?” Lee said reverently. “Last I saw you you were learning to walk! I can’t imagine you remember me, do you little sister?”

You shook your head shyly, your body subconsciously leaning behind Dean at the sudden attention.

“That’s ok,” he assured you, chuckling. “Come here, it’s good to see you little sister!” You stepped around Dean and accepted the hug Lee offered. “Last time we met you didn’t even reach my knee. You used to call me Lee Lee.” Lee chuckled.

There was something strangely comforting about this man you didn’t recognize; maybe it was the smile on Dean’s face. Or maybe it was how normal this interaction was—some stranger greeting you and talking about how he knew you when you were a baby—it was like something out of a family reunion on tv. Your small family didn’t have many old friends, and the only family reunion you could have would need to be at a cemetery.

“Lorna!” Lee called out suddenly after he pulled away from you. “Can you get us some drinks?”

As the two men headed for a table, you tugged on Dean’s sleeve.

“I’m gonna look around a little,” you said. “You go on.”

“You sure?” He asked, and when you nodded he left without another thought. You found yourself smiling at this; Dean, grinning and catching up with an old buddy. It was so normal, and that didn’t happen for you guys a lot. You were more than happy to step to the side and let them reminisce; you couldn’t imagine you’d have much to add.

As you moved through the bar, you found yourself desperate to get away from the crowd. You were wandering, completely unfocused on where you were going; all your energy was taken up trying not to run into people. So when you arrived at a door at the side of the bar, you went to it immediately. It was locked, but that didn’t deter you; you’d been spending much too much time around your brothers.

You pulled out the lock pick that Sam had given you and made quick work with the lock. You weren’t particularly sure why you were breaking and entering, other than your desperation to get away from the people surrounding you. Between Sam busy with Eileen this morning, and Dean meeting up with an old friend now, you felt very unwanted, and you couldn’t get far enough away.

The lock clicked and the door opened without trouble. You stepped in to find not a supply closet—what you had expected—but instead a large cellar. You slipped down the steps, closing the door silently behind you. You looked around the dark space, confused—there were no chairs, no extra drinks, nothing that looked like the cellar of a bar. Instead, there was a large steel door with metal bars instead of a window. You were creeping closer to it when a bang resounded through the space following a giant, horrendous head appearing at the window. It was worse than any monster you’d seen

You couldn’t help it—so unexpected was the creature—you let out a shriek of terror before clapping a hand over your mouth. You glanced at the door out, your breathing ragged and quick. Had anyone heard?

If Lee owned this place, and the monster was here…

He was who you were hunting.

…

“I wonder where Y/N got off to,” Dean muttered to himself as he sat back down with Lee after a—he hated to admit it—fun karaoke session. He was relieved to see that you hadn’t seen it, as it was the last thing he needed getting back to Sam.

“I’ll go look for her,” Lee offered, and before Dean could protest he continued. “I’d like to catch up a bit with her. Besides, you gotta warm up your voice for the next song.” Dean rolled his eyes as Lee went off in search for you.

Lee was just passing his cellar door when he heard a scream. He froze; it was so loud in the bar that he wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t right by the door. He knew it was you; he should’ve known better than to let a Winchester, even a little one, wander around the bar with a monster in the basement. Even as he opened the door, his mind was going a mile a minute, trying to think of some way to get out of this.

Trying to think of a reason not to kill you.

…

There were boxes stacked up in a small corner under the stairs, so when you heard the door opening you ran for them. Crouching low, you held your hand over your mouth to try to cover your ragged breaths.

“Y/N?”

Your heart caught in your throat at the sound of Lee’s voice.

“I know you’re in here, Y/N. You saw something you weren’t supposed to see, right?” You didn’t say anything, didn’t move, so he continued. “That’s ok, little sister. I’m not gonna hurt you. Just come on out and we can talk.”

Your hands shook as you considered his words. Surely he was lying, but if he was it wouldn’t matter; he’d find you, it was only a matter of time. Maybe if you could catch him off guard…

You shoved the boxes next to you and they went tumbling down. Hoping that would distract Lee, you made a break for the stairs. You didn’t even get close.

“Hey,” Lee grabbed you around the waist and it was over—you were no match for his strength. “Hey, stop!” Your struggles didn’t even affect him, so after a long moment you stilled. “That’s it.” He sighed, but his grip didn’t relax. “It’s ok little sister.”

Another bang from the cage where the monster was held had you whimpering as you again tried to escape.

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” Lee soothed. “It won’t hurt you, and neither will I. You just gotta make me a promise, ok?” Lee turned you around in his arms so you were facing him, his hands tight on your arms to keep you from running. “You can’t tell Dean about this.”

“I don’t understand.” You shuddered. “Y-you’re making those people disappear?” You couldn’t help the tears that were blurring your vision. You were terrified and confused.

“Don’t worry about that.” Lee demanded. “There’s a lot you just don’t understand, and Dean wouldn’t either. So if you want to get out of here, you gotta promise me you won’t tell him.”

“You said you-you wouldn’t hurt me,” you countered.

“Please don’t make this any harder than it has to be,” Lee pleaded. “Do you promise? Nobody has to get hurt if you just don’t tell Dean.”

Your whole body shook as you forced yourself to nod. A change came over Lee’s face, like a storm cloud coming over the sun.

“Now come on. Don’t lie to me, I can tell.”

Another bang from the cage had both of you flinching this time. Somehow you recovered before Lee did, and you broke free of his grasp and ran for the stairs.

“Hey!”

You were halfway up the stairs when a harsh tug on the back of your shirt threw you off balance. Your stomach flipped as you lost your footing and fell backwards off the stairs. Your body twisted mid-fall, and when you hit the floor it was hands-first. Your right arm twisted horribly upon impact, and you screamed out in pain as your bones cracked.

“Kid, hey.” You whimpered as Lee lifted your head, looking you over. “Gosh, your arm’s definitely broken.” He shook his head. “Why couldn’t you just do what I told you?” You tried to back away from Lee as he stared at you, but he wouldn’t let you go. Lee sighed, “You’ve got too much of Dean in you. I’m sorry little sister, I really am.”

“Sorry?” You whimpered. “Why—“

You were cut off as Lee snatched up a rag and wrapped it around your mouth. He lifted you by the arms—being surprisingly gentle with your broken arm—and despite your struggles, he wrestled you into a chair and tied you down.

“Could’ve been so easy,” Lee muttered to himself—or to you, you couldn’t tell. “But you just couldn’t leave it alone.”

You tried to speak, but the words couldn’t escape past the gag.

“They can’t hear you anyway,” Lee mumbled, reaching up and pulling the gag down.

“Lee Lee, please—“ you hadn’t even meant to call him that, the nickname just slipped out, like your subconscious remembered the man who used to be good, and was trying to ease him back—“please, I just wanna go back to Dean.”

“You’d tell him, I know you would.” Lee groaned. “I didn’t wanna do this.”

“You don’t have to—“ you yelped in surprise when Lee stuck a needle in your arm. It was attached to a clear tube leading right into the monster’s cage. “You’re feeding me to your monster?”

“It won’t hurt,” Lee promised. “After you lose a couple of pints, you just pass out. I promise it won’t hurt, little sister.”

“Stop it, stop calling me that!” You sobbed.

You flinched in surprise when Lee lifted a hand up and brushed a few of your tears away.

“I really didn’t wanna do this.” He sighed. He lifted the gag back up and turned to leave.

…

When Lee returned, you were barely conscious. Everything felt foggy and dreamlike. That was perhaps why it took you a moment to recognize who Lee was tying to the chair next to you—Dean.

“Y/N?” Dean’s panicked voice reached through your fogged mind, and you lifted your head.

“Lee, you’ve gotta be kidding me,” Dean growled. “Let her go.”

“Can’t do that, Dean. She’d just run to your other brother, and things would go bad all over again. I didn’t want any of this to happen, but…”

Lee’s words faded out of your mind as you felt your consciousness slipping away.

You managed to make out Dean calling your name, and Lee assuring him…

“She’s not in pain, Dean. She won’t feel a thing.”

…

“Y/N! Come on, sweetheart.”

You stirred to feel Dean shaking your shoulders. When your eyes fluttered open, he relaxed completely.

“Hey, hey you ok?”

You nodded weakly as you glanced around the room, trying to get your bearings. The needle was out of your arm, and you jumped in surprise when you saw the monster in the middle of the floor; he was dead.

“Ok, you’re ok,” Dean breathed, and you stiffened in surprise when he pulled you into his arms. “You had me worried there for a second.”

You relaxed for the first time in far too long, happy to feel safe in Dean’s arms. But it ended all too soon as he pulled away.

“You gotta stay here for a bit, alright? I gotta take care of Lee.”

“Take…take care of him?” You asked.

“Yeah.” Dean’s face darkened. “Kiddo, he killed people. You know what I have to do.”

“Let me help,” you said in a small voice, but he just shook his head.

“Your arm’s broken. I want you to stay here, I can handle him, ok?”

You nodded, and Dean was up and climbing the stairs without another word.

…

You waited with bated breath by the door as shots rang out just in the other side. As soon as the shots stopped, you tugged at the door to peak your head in. That was a mistake.

“Y/N, no!” You heard Dean yell as he jumped up to run to you from behind the bar. He wasn’t fast enough.

Lee was on you before you could even see what direction he came from. He’d ditched his—presumably empty—gun in favor of a beer bottle that he broke against the wall just before reaching you.

Dean got within three feet of you before Lee had you, back to his chest and the broken bottle to your throat.

“Don’t even think about it,” Lee said, and Dean raised his hands in surrender and backed up a half-step.

“Just let her go.”

“Can’t do that, Dean.”

“Yes you can,” Dean reasoned. “Just let her go, and you and me can fight this out. Even fight, just you and me.”

“If you didn’t want her involved, you shouldn’t have brought her.” Lee shook his head. “She’s just a kid, Dean. Pretty darn curious one. She found my little hiding spot within an hour.”

“You said it yourself, she’s just a kid,” Dean pleaded. “So let her alone.”

“Just you and me?” Lee seemed to be turning the idea over in his head.

“Fair fight,” Dean said. “I know you don’t want to hurt her. So don’t.”

“I take her, no one has to get hurt.” Lee argued. “I’ll let her go when I’m far away from here.”

“You won’t get far, you know that,” Dean said. “Let’s just get this over with now. Let her go.”

There was a painfully long pause before the pressure on both your throat and your arm was released. You ran immediately to Dean, who took hold of your shoulders.

“Go to the Impala.”

“No,” you choked out, shaking your head.

“I need—“ Dean shook you a little as you continued to protest. “—hey, look at me, I need you to go, please. Sweetheart you’ve gotta go.”

“B-but…”

“Go.”

Dean was pushing you away now, towards the door, and you didn’t see much choice other than to obey. You took one step away from him before changing course and jumping into his arms.

“Hey, it’s gonna be ok,” Dean promised.

“Don’t lose,” you whispered.

Dean didn’t speak. He just pulled you away and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You left without another protest.

…

“I meant wait inside the Impala, not—“

Dean didn’t get a chance to finish quip, as he was nearly knocked backwards by the force of you flinging yourself into his arms.

“Hey now,” he chuckled. “You weren’t nervous, were you?”

You could tell that his stupid jokes were an attempted deflection to the fact that he just killed an old friend, so you didn’t bother responding to them; you just kept holding on.

Dean sighed after a moment, too tired to keep up the smile and the jokes. “Hey, how’s that arm?”

“Still broken.” You grinned. Dean just rolled his eyes.

“Ok, ok. Let’s just get out of here. And kid?”

“Yeah Dean?”

“No more wandering off.”

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

Find Your Way Back Home: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.6k

Warnings: smut, virgin!reader, oral fem!receiving, age-gap romance, angst

Summary: Dean purposely kept you out of the hunting game so you could focus on school and getting your degree. You still help out wherever you can, and that includes being there for Dean in his personal life as much as you can in his hunting life.

Author’s Note: This is the second part of six parts of the commission for @winchester-sinchester. Dean is twenty-six, the reader is eighteen, and Sam is twenty-four.

x

You stare out your dorm window in thought. You haven’t heard from Sam or Dean in a week. Are they alive? Did some monster finally catch up to them and kill them? Are they purposely ignoring you? You’ve been a steady force in their lives since you took down your first vampire eight years ago even if you weren't hunting with them together.

Whenever they would be in town, they’d hit you up and ask you to come along with them. John was with them for a few years until Dean and Sam got old enough to take care of themselves. Then it became only you three, which you preferred. You never liked how John treated his sons when he was with them.

Every time they packed up to leave for the next town, you begged them to take you with them. Dean didn’t want to deprive you of getting an education since you weren't born into the life like they were, so he convinced you to stay in your group home and in school. You studied hard to pass your classes while studying the monster world. The local library had more books on monsters than you thought, so you spent a lot of your time there. On days you weren't studying, you were in that same park practicing shooting and honing your fighting skills against trees.

Sam became impressed with your progress but it wasn’t his approval you were seeking. It was Dean’s. At fourteen when all your friends were experiencing romantic thoughts for the boys in your grade for the first time, you were experiencing them for Dean. He was twenty-two and so much older than you but you couldn’t help but have a major crush on him. Was it wrong to want his touch at such a young age?

He never did anything with you, of course, and you never pushed the idea. You just settled on fantasizing about him and rejecting any boy that came your way in high school. While all your friends were getting their firsts--kisses, losing their virginities, going on dates--you were at home wishing you were doing that with Dean. 

By the time you were sixteen, you touched yourself to the thought of Dean for the first time. By the time you were eighteen, you were planning on taking those fantasies to the next level. You’re an adult now and fully capable of going after what and who you want.

The birds outside your window chirp happily pulling you from your thoughts. You really need to get your homework done if you want to pass this class. Not only did Dean encourage you to stay in school, he encouraged you to go to college. Fighting and breaking into places was cool for a while until you got a taste of technology. Hacking and making code became a passion of yours so your major is in Computer Science. You’re only a Freshman but you’re passionate enough to complete your degree.

Your phone rings and seeing his name pop up on your phone distracts you from your responsibilities. A blush starts to creep up your neck, your heart flutters, and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He’s twenty-six and you’re eighteen. There is no doubt in your mind that he is going to break your heart, but you’ve always been a live-in-the-moment kind of girl.

“Hi, Dean,” you smile when you pick it up.

“What are you doing?”

His voice sounds rough like he’s trying to suppress his emotions. He’s always been very good at that.

“Homework.”

“Open your window.” There is no screen on your window since your roommate almost fell through it trying to jump on your bed when she got drunk. You haven’t had the heart to tell your RA about it. You open your window and look down at the ground to see Dean standing there looking up at you. Damn, he looks pissed. “Are you gonna let me in, sweetheart?”

Thank God your roommate isn’t home right now. You run down to the first floor to let Dean in. Only residents of the building are accessed to key cards that get inside the building. It helps with random people trying to come in whenever they want. It’s mostly for the creeps trying to follow home a bunch of college girls.

Dean doesn’t say anything to you on the journey back to your dorm. He’s never been here before, and you’re suddenly conscious of the random items everywhere. If you had known he was coming, you’d have cleaned a little bit. Dean walks into your bedroom and chuckles at the splashes of color everywhere. Pillows of different colors, the pink on your walls, a few posters on the wall, and nothing like he’d expect.

“Cute room,” he finally says.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m not doing too well, sweetheart.” You wait for him to continue. “Sam’s going off to college. Stanford.”

“Why is that a bad thing?”

Dean snaps his head to you and glares angrily. You’re not sure if he’s angry at himself, Sam, or you.

“He’s fucking leave the family like I don’t fucking matter.”

He sits on the edge of your bed so you take a seat next to him.

“I’m sure that’s not true at all.” You’ve been with them long enough to know that Sam has always butted heads with John. Dean obeys him without a second though but Sam is the rebellious one. “Maybe he wants more than the life your dad forced him into.”

“It’s always been just me and him. It’s always been about putting Sammy first. Now he wants to leave as if everything I’ve done for him doesn’t matter.”

“You do matter,” you whisper. “He knows what you’ve done for him. Him going away to college doesn’t change that.”

Dean looks at you and you get lost in his green irises.

“Whose side are you on?”

“I’m not on anyone’s side. I can see both points.”

Dean sighs. “Who do I have without him?”

“You have me.” Dean shakes his head but you keep him from going anywhere. “I’m serious. All of my classes are online. I could go with you if you want. I don’t have to live here.”

Dean looks back at you and subconsciously glances down at your lips. You part your lips and lick your lower lip and he follows the movements with his eyes. He remembers a conversation he had with you a year ago when you were venting to him about relationships.

“Still haven’t had your first kiss?” You shake your head. “Do you want to?”

His voice is laced with desire. This is it. This is the moment you’ve been after since you’ve had romantic feelings for Dean. Why are you so fucking scared? You nod twice before you can talk yourself out of it, and he looks back into your eyes. Dean leans into you slowly to give you time to back up if you don’t want this and when you don’t, he presses his lips against yours.

You’re afraid that your heart is going to jump out of your chest from how hard it’s beating. Despite the many, many videos you’ve watched on anything sexual, nothing compares to living in the moment. You barely have a chance to kiss back when Dean pulls away.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

He doesn’t move from you. “What for?”

“I’m not very good at this.”

“I’ll teach you,” he smiles.

With more confidence, Dean leans in again. He presses his lips more firmly to yours and grabs the underside of your jaw. He moves your head to the side to control the kiss, a kiss which you’re melting in. You’ve never felt anything like this so you trust Dean to lead you exactly how he wants you.

He swipes his tongue over your bottom lip which makes you part your own, and he slowly slides his tongue into your mouth. Damn, he is really good at this. He sends butterflies swarming in your stomach and a spark of pleasure straight down to your pussy. Dean shifts on the bed and gently lays you down so he can crawl over you. He presses light kisses down your neck as his hands start to roam your body.

You’re wearing a loose shirt which makes it easier for him to slide his hand underneath your shirt. Your breath hitches at the thought of his hand on your breasts, pulling at your nipples until they are perky and hard.

“Is this okay?” he whispers as his hand ghosts your ribs. 

You’re not wearing a bra so he is just shy of touching your breasts. You’re nervous but you welcome the new feelings.

“Yeah,” you whisper back.

He kisses your neck a bit more and slides his hand over your breast. He takes your nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolls it until it becomes hard. You gasp and throw your head back from the slight pleasure. You’ve played with your boobs before but having someone else do it, someone you have a major crush on is something completely different.

Dean lifts your shirt up and removes it so that the only thing you’re wearing is pajama shorts. You decided against underwear because you had no plans on leaving your dorm room. If you knew Dean was coming over, you’d have put on something sexier. Dean kisses down your chest and stops to pull a hardened nipple in his mouth. Damn, so that’s what that feels like. To have a wet muscle lap at something that’s already sensitive.

He doesn’t stop there. He releases your right nipple with a pop and places open kisses on your stomach. He doesn’t want to do anything you might be uncomfortable with so he stops right above the waistband of your shorts.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” you shake your head.

“No? You want me to eat this pretty pussy?”

“Fuck.” He has such a filthy mouth. “Yes, please, Dean.”

Dean smirks and hooks his fingers into the waistband and pulls your shorts down and off your body. He grabs your thighs and spreads your legs so that your pussy is bare to him. Dean leans in and kisses your inner thigh to tease you. The anticipation is making you wetter than it should. You’ve fucked yourself before with your fingers and toys but never have you had someone so close to your most intimate parts.

Dean closes his mouth over your sensitive clit and sucks. Your hips buck against his mouth as you let out a sinful moan. His tongue hooks around your clit, and your hands grab fistfuls of his hair. He licks down to your slit and slides his tongue through your folds, and you arch your back off the bed.

“Fuck, Dean! Right there!” you gasp and tug on his hair to pull him closer to you.

He slides half his tongue into your aching core only to lick back to your clit. He massages your thighs before his right hand runs over your slit. He pushes a single finger into you and grunts when he feels how tight you are. His cock is straining against his jeans but he ignores that for now.

When he feels you get a bit wetter, he slides in another finger and curls them so the pads of his fingers touch that sensitive spot inside. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge with each thrust of his fingers and each lick of his tongue.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” you gasp.

“Then come.”

With his permission, you tip over the edge and explode all over his mouth. He removes his fingers and laps up every drop you’re willing to give him.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you taste amazing.” 

He kisses up your body until he reaches your lips. Both of you don’t care that your taste is on his lips. He kisses you feverishly, eager to sink himself inside you.

“Do you have a condom?” you ask.

Dean moves off you and digs one out of his pants pocket. He never leaves the house without one. He’s single and loves to mingle so why not always carry one with him?

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes. Please fuck me.”

Dean sheds every layer until he is as bare as you, and you can’t help but look at the sheer size of him. Is he going to fit? He rolls the condom over his cock and pumps it twice to get himself ready.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I won’t.”

Dean lays over you and grabs your left knee. He hikes it up so he has enough room to slide inside you. He rubs the tip of his cock over your throbbing cit and you gasp at the pleasure it sends through your body. He pushes in a few inches and that’s enough to get your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

He goes slow and allows you to adjust to him before sliding in a few more inches. The burn of stretching hurts but you tell yourself it’s only for a few minutes. It only takes one. Once Dean seats himself fully inside you, he gives you time to adjust to him. He’s never felt anyone so tight, so perfect for him. You wrap around him like a warm blanket on a cold day. How is he ever going to be able to leave?

“Okay, you can move,” you nod.

Dean starts slow to get you used to him but when he hears your eager moans, he goes faster. He grips your hips and sets a nice tempo that makes your heart lurch into your throat. This is what you’ve been waiting for your entire life. Dean has been the main subject of your fantasies for years now and it’s finally happening.

“Damn, sweetheart, you feel so perfect around me.”

“You feel so good!” you moan. You’re embarrassed to say that you’re closer to your second orgasm than the first one, but Dean’s okay with it because he’s chasing that same high at the same time. “Shit, I’m gonna come!”

“Yeah? Come for me. Come around my cock.”

Dean reaches down and rubs your clit in hard circles to help you over the edge. White-hot pleasure shoots from your core to the rest of your body as you come around him. He shoots his load into the condom and groans in pleasure. He rides out the high before pulling out, and he flops right next to you on the bed.

To prevent the condom from sticking to his ski, he peels it off and throws it into the small trashcan next to your bed. You roll over to face him and he gives you a lazy smile.

“Damn, you really know your stuff.”

“I’ve had practice,” he chuckles.

You scan the features on his face before snuggling closer to him.

“Will you stay with me? My roommate won’t be home all week.”

“I don’t know,” he whispers.

“Why not? Sam got out. He went to college. This could be your chance to get out of the life. It’s time to start your own.”

Dean has to be honest. He has thought about dropping everything and starting a new life somewhere. He’s seen the desirability of an apple pie life. He looks at you and sees that opportunity in your eyes. It wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

“Okay, I’ll stay.”

“Promise?” you whisper.

“I promise.”

You two go to bed together peacefully. However, when you wake up, he’s not next to you. In fact, he’s not anywhere in your dorm. He left and didn’t leave a note behind explaining why he wanted to break his promise. You curl into a ball in bed, unsure how to feel.

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SOLDIER BOY MASTERLIST

(**Notes 18+ only and/or smut) Stories are Soldier Boy x Reader unless otherwise noted.

Checkerboard** You’re not a supe. You’re breakable. Soldier Boy sometimes forgets that.

In the Dark You and Ben have tackled the insurmountable together, but no one said the recovery would be easy.

Love Actually** Ben gets in late on Christmas Eve with a Grinch-like attitude, but you’re determined to force some holiday cheer into his system.

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 - Complete

Strong As Blood** After you accidentally break through a solid wood table, you know there’s something wrong with you. You begin to have your suspicions, but can you keep it from Ben long enough to find out? 

(In other words: This is the story of how you and Ben discover that you’re pregnant.)

Part 1 || Part 2 - Complete

Until Morning A quiet moment between you, Ben, and your newborn daughter.

Green** Ben spends the day alone with his daughter, to varying degrees of success. When you get home, it prompts a serious conversation.

Calculated Risks You and Ben argue about your commitment to being a working mom. When a rogue supe gets loose at Supe Affairs, mayhem ensues, putting not only your life at risk, but your daughter’s as well.

Break Me Down**

You’re a private investigator by trade, but now you happily sit at a desk — leading a surveillance team at Supe Affairs. After managing to end Homelander in New York, Soldier Boy escapes custody. You are recruited for the manhunt, joining Butcher’s team.

Truly, you joined the S.A. for the right reasons. But after you become his accidental hostage, Soldier Boy will break down every single one of them.

Series Complete

Wake Me Up** - COMING MAY 5/03! A few weeks after you and Ben celebrate your first Christmas together, he is returning from another mission with the Supe Affairs team. When he discovers that you’ve been taken, he’ll do whatever it takes to find you. And then, to help you heal.

Soldier Boy & Halloween 🎃😈 What would Soldier Boy be like on Halloween with his girlfriend?

Repaying Soldier Boy for a job well done. 😏 How he would react to his girlfriend randomly slapping his ass.

Ben gets a little payback. 😌 How you react to your boyfriend randomly slapping you on the ass.

Taking Ben to a 90's themed club.** 🕺🏻 He doesn't want to go, but you encourage him to "loosen up."

Getting jealous.** 💚 Ben needs new clothes, but the shop girls think your boyfriend is fair game. (BMD-verse)

Ben’s reaction to his girlfriend on her period.❣️ How he takes care of you. (BMD-verse)

Playing with Soldier Boy's hair. 🧔🏻 This "head"-canon includes soft!Ben.

Soldier Boy dating a supe with siren abilities. 🧜‍♀️ He underestimates you. You give him a reason to think twice.

The way you love Ben's hands.** 👌🏼 Headcanon includes comparing hand sizes, Tarzan & Jane-style.

Headcanon:** How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to seeing your breast reduction scars. ❤️‍🩹

Ben loses you. 💔 Includes a "twist" ending... (BMD-verse)

Talk to Me 💞 In the wake of his vivid nightmare, you confront Ben about his fears and get him to open up. [Sequel to "Ben loses you."] (BMD-verse)

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would make up for pissing you off. 😤

Sample the Menu 🤤 What happens when you interrupt Ben while he's cooking?

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to you teasing him under the table. 😉

Headcanon: How Dean Winchester, Beau Arlen, and Soldier Boy (Ben) would react to you getting "morning" sickness during pregnancy. 🤢

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The types my favourite Supernatural characters would fall for:

Includes Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury, Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Jack Kline, Crowley, and Rowena Macleod

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Sam Winchester:

Surprisingly, I don’t think Sam would go for a nerd, or a bamf. No, I think he loves the gentle people most. Those who - regardless of whether or not they know about monsters - see the good in everything. Those who share a positive mindset and manage to smile through every situation. Sam has been through hell and back, and he needs that place of solitude more than he cares to admit. Someone he can run to who he knows will make him feel better. Comforting arms, gentle words, reassuring kisses: he craves those things more than anything. And he will damn well do anything he can to keep you safe from all those things he fights against. God forbid you are the one to be faced with those evils. His face always seems to light up upon seeing you. He has this habit of walking to you and wrapping his arms around you, lifting you off the ground slightly. But when he is exhausted, or something goes wrong, he will saunter, place an arm around your waist and pull you in for a side hug, his face buried in your hair, simply grateful to be back home. With you. He needs those things and we all know it.

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Dean Winchester:

Now, Dean is the exact person to fall head over heels for nerds. People who can kick ass? Sure. But someone who knows a lot of things about a lot of different subjects? Very attractive. We all know Dean is somewhat of a nerd himself - we’ve seen it on multiple occasions - but he buries it deep down. But once you start rambling about a book series you love, or a game you’re really into, 90% chance he’ll give it a go behind your back. When you find out, he always plays the “so I can talk along” card, but let’s be honest: he’s genuinely curious. It sounds so stupid and nerdy, he wants to know what it is all about. Opposite of him, you love books. Unfortunately, he used to take advantage of this. He’d let you do all the reading while he sits in the chair beside you. Doing nothing. But he’s learned to love research with you. Somehow, it is very calming to him. He tends to let go of his emotions easier when it’s the two of you nose deep in books. And that’s something so delicate to you, because you know how Dean can be during these times. It is a sign he trusts you a lot.

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Charlie Bradbury:

Golden retriever girlfriend golden retriever girlfriend golden retriever girlfriend golden retr-. She has a lot of nerdy hobbies, if you will. But if you are willing to participate in them, she’ll do a double take. In her eyes, you had always been attractive, but she is awkward, so she pushed those feelings down. But now you are actually interested in playing a game of DnD with her? Maybe she is over analysing things, and you are just being polite. But one event turns into two, which turns into three, which turns into four. And when she announced your fifth shared event with Dean, he’s had enough. He is the one to actually encourage Charlie to ask you out. In his words “grow a pair and get it over with”. Very inspiring. So, that day, she starts stumbling over her words. Anxiety overload. And that’s when you interrupt her and ask her out for dinner. A dinner as in a dinner date. And after that, everything just happens on its own. You don’t care what Charlie comes up with, as long as she doesn’t have to do it alone. And for her to have someone to share her interests with, is all she could really ask for. It makes her so happy, it becomes difficult to contain. All in a good manner, of course.

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Castiel:

You guys know Folklore/Evermore (you should)? Cas would definitely be attracted to someone with those vibes. Someone calm and gentle, very laid back, bookwise, and imaginative. Perhaps an author, or a musical s/o. Someone who outs expressions and emotions through art. The look of focus and dedication on your face is simply so entrancing. Oftentimes, he’ll simply sit beside you and stare at you while you work. At first, it was very distracting and made you grow all flustered, but you got used to the feeling. Now, instead of intruding, it is soothing. He’d met you through Sam and Dean, who you knew in your youth. They kept in touch. And then one day he shows up in the middle of your bedroom, claiming he would bring you somewhere safe. And just like that, you had found yourself in the bunker. The boys had been hunting a pack of werewolves with a grudge against the Winchesters. And they had found out about you. As the pair was out, you and Cas got to know each other fairly well, and things just took off from there. He claims your works are some of the best his father ever created, and that he can spend hours looking at them, or listening to them. And he will. He actually keeps an entire journal with ideas he finds throughout his life and offers it to you, hoping to help you somehow. It’s endearing.

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Gabriel:

Gabriel has seen some stuff, okay. He has heard and seen stories happen throughout many lifetimes. And he’s always been a sucker for a good story. If you are an author or bookworm, he’d grow enthusiastic at the thought. Sure, he loves looks, but he has a soft spot in his heart to those who love stories as much as he does. That entire Casanova attitude drops when he’s around you. He’s gentle, careful, almost as if you are the most precious cargo in the world. You have to share your works with him, would you have them. He wants to know everything he can, and everything you are willing to share with him. Read any good books? Tell him all about it. In detail. Rant about it, he doesn’t care. Late nights are spent on either the couch or on the bed. His head is in your lap as you drown yourself in a good book, reading aloud to him as he hums occasionally, letting you know he is still reading. And in exchange, he’ll tell you the things he has seen (though, only the good things). His entire personality seems to change around you, and is something he is so grateful for.

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Lucifer:

Lucifer isn’t usually the type to fall in love quickly. But it’s all about playful banter with him. You dare argue back to him? You’re lucky you’re cute. Your initial meeting was after the whole Amara debacle, and - suffice to say - you were pissed when you saw him. You full-out shouted in his face, pointing accusing fingers and yelling words you probably shouldn’t. And he just smiled. He’d probably say something along the lines of “you’re adorable when you yell”. Now, that pisses you off even more. It takes some before you finally have a good conversation with him. And that’s when you realise, he might not even be that bad of a guy. If anything, you are the one who argues back and forth with him because you know he loves it. It’s that playful and loving mocking, you know? He lives for it and you know it. That satisfied smirk? Those joyful eyes? That’s all admiration, darling. He is taken with you from your first shouting match at him. “Asshole” “Minx” “Mister ‘I like to make others feel bad because it makes me feel good’” “Who am I? ‘I like to pile up all my emotions and stuff them down somewhere until I explode’” “You insufferable prick” “Your insufferable prick ;)”

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Jack Kline:

Jack loves a person who lives more in the present. He worries a lot. Like, an unnecessary amount. There’s a lot of things swirling in his mind constantly. He needs a significant other who will take him on walks in nature. Someone to take him shopping just for the fun of it. Spontaneous dinner dates, taking the car to a random destination, changing the rooms just because they can. Someone who is spontaneous enough to drag him with them constantly. He needs the distractions, whether he likes to admit it or not. But he goes with you willingly. Regardless of what you say or offer; his answer always seems to be ‘yes’. He has fallen for you the moment he set eyes on you. He didn’t even know what that feeling was at first. It led to a very uncomfortable conversation with Dean. He said things he probably shouldn’t have said to Jack. He feels inexplicably happy around you, as if all worries and care simply disintegrate in your presence. It’s so relaxing to him, he doesn’t find himself wanting to part with you anytime soon. He is smitten with you and everyone can see it.

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Crowley:

Crowley appreciates honesty more than he lets on. Does he lie? Yes. Does he do it on a daily basis? Yes. Would he lie to you? Only if he had to to protect you from something. But he needs a break from that constant nagging from demons, or the calling of the Winchesters. He needs a place to rant and sigh. Someone who he could explain all his irritations towards. But he wants that person to actually form a conversation with that person. Not just be heard, but also receive caring words. Honest words for when he needs it most. But, besides those moments, he needs someone with somewhat of an intimidating atmosphere around them. This already comes naturally when seeing Crowley, but you need that neutral face, set in stone, safe for when it’s just the two of you. Someone who can help him with difficult decisions or orders. But also someone compassionate enough to slow him down at times. Ironically, the Winchesters really like you. Crowley hates it.

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Rowena Macleod:

Rowena is a lady and she loves to be reminded of it: take her out on dates, buy her flowers, engulf her in affection and offer her compliments on the daily. She returns the gestures twice as much. I mean, she puts spells on you just to make sure you are okay. That spell she uses for herself so she cannot die easily? She will 10/10 do that on you too. Once she finds someone to settle for, someone she truly loves, she’ll do anything for that person. Your opinion and well-being comes first, always. It’s almost as poetic as swans; she can and will dedicate her life to you. The Winchesters didn’t even know about you until Lucifer got out to look for his son. Rowena hid at your place after she was burned. You were her one safe place and she did not hesitate to run to you. She is the person to put her life on the line if it meant getting you to safety. Hell, even Crowley was in it for as long as he could. And he did a great job, because - when he was still alive - the Winchesters never found out about you. Rowena is the type to be all domestic with someone: A home, a cat, cooking in kitchens - though she does love fancy restaurants. At first you wouldn’t really believe it, but she would love to get settled down somewhere. As long as it means she gets to keep her craft there as well.

[via-l0ve]

Would You Love Me If I Was A Worm? (Spn headcannons)

a/n: Call me cringe all you want, i know this trend is old but i love it lol. also, i am getting to requests but i thought this was cute and i wanted to do it! <3

warnings: not really much, use of y/n and swearing. Characters and reader talk back and forth and i hope it’s not too confusing lol

characters included: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley

reminder that i am accepting requests for spn, but check my boundary page <33

Dean:

- he thinks for like two seconds before just nodding.

- “yeah, probably.”

- “i don’t know how i’d kiss you though. what if i accidentally kissed your ass?”

- “I know you wouldn’t mind if you accidentally kissed my worm-ass.”

- “what the hell are you guys talking about?” - a tired Sam

- dean rethinks his statement after like two days and just randomly brings it up again

- “y/n, if you were a worm you could NOT sit in the impala. i don’t want your worm juices on my seats.”

- “oh my god. what if i stepped on you by accident?”

- “this is too much responsibility.” he is overwhelmed LMFAOO

- he would love you if you were a teeny tiny bug

Sam

- huh

- flabbergasted

- “say it again?”

- “why are you asking? do you plan on turning into a worm?”

- “no. just curious.”

- he gives you the whole pros and cons

- “we would have a language barrier separation :(“

- thinks about it for a good ten minutes

- “i think it would be too sad, y/n.”

- “what! so you wouldn’t love me? :(“

- “no, no! i would love you i just don’t think we could have a relationship. it would be weird.”

- “SAMMY?”

- “IM SORRY Y/N!”

- in denial smh

- what a loser/j

- he’d love you but it would be a star-crossed lovers type thing i guess smh

Castiel:

- looks at you and tilts his head to the side

- “i would never let you turn into a worm, y/n.”

- “okay but what if i did?”

- “i suppose i’d care for you and feed you?”

- “so would you love me?”

- “maybe?”

- he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit

- “i know a lot of languages. i could learn worm-talk for you.”

- i love him

- you mean so much to him that nothing, not even wormdom, would stop him from loving you.

- AW

Crowley

- “a worm?”

- “yeah.”

- “hell no. they’re slimy and gross.”

- “CROWLEY!”

- “well it’s true, love.”

- he’s honest 🤷‍♀️

- “you’re so mean :(“

- “well you’re not a worm, love. so we have nothing to worry about.”

- “but what if i turned into a worm one day?”

- he js shakes his head

- “how could a worm date a demon? i’d accidentally kill you and your small invertebrate self!”

- “we could make it work!”

- “love.”

- he’s tired LMFAO

- “what would our wedding look like? ugly. that’s what it would look like.”

- “crowley!!”

[5sospenguinqueen]

(At Y/N and Dean's wedding)

Sam: To my new sister-in-law!

Sam: Thank you for releasing me. He's your self-destructive deathtrap now.

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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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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."

[graceloveswolves]

Imagine…. Dean loosing a bet with you and having to do the research for the current case.

[profoundbondfanfic]

Lost and Found

Lost & Found by fangirlingtodeath513, GhoulsnHalos (@fangirlingtodeath513,) Rating: General Word count: 5k

Castiel's somehow been coerced into attending the biggest Hollywood party of the year-his brother Gabriel's Halloween party. It's not his scene, but he figures with Charlie and her girlfriend there, at least he won't be alone. Dean Winchester is looking for a bit of anonymity and Gabriel Novak's party presents the perfect opportunity. No one will have a clue who he is and he'll get to spend one, blissful night as just another guy at a party. Everything changes when Castiel loses his cell phone.

Dean and Castiel meet at a Halloween party. They have a drink together, each unaware of who the other is and then go their separate ways. But life finds a way to bring them back together.

This fun story starts as a meet cute at a Halloween party. The characterization is on point, and the chemistry is off the charts from the moment these two cross paths for the first time, even though they're both in costume (no spoilers, but their costumes are awesome!) It also includes their first date, which is just adorable! I really enjoyed their flirting and playful banter, and I liked that though the story is mostly lighthearted, there are hints about the hardships each had to overcome to reach this point in their lives. As a bonus, several of our favorite characters make an appearance in this (Benny, my beloved), making the alternate universe this is set in feel more alive and vibrant. I would recommend this story to everyone interested in something soft and cute.

[gingernut1314]

Dating Crowley would include...pt.2

Crowley x F!Reader

Summary: What would dating the fearsome King of Hell be like?

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 437

↞ to supernatural masterlist ~ Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

Crowley doesn’t have many rules in your relationship, and neither do you

But the rule you enforce the most is the both of you sitting down to eat dinner

You know Crowley doesn’t need to eat, but you do and you want the company

If Crowley ever skips a meal, you become a little too passive aggressive 

And god help him if he skips without telling you

But Crowley always makes it up to you by buying you something cute, like jewelry or a bouquet of your favorite flowers 

And for that night’s dinner, he brings you to the most lavish restaurants in all the most romantic cities around the world

Crowley’s favorite color is red and you always manage to find ways to wear it

Whether it be a pair of earrings or a whole outfit

He especially loves it when you wear that silky red nightgown of yours

If you’re afraid of the dark, you wouldn’t let Crowley know verbally 

Because it’s kinda ironic that you’re scared of the dark and dating the King of Hell

But after serval nights of you tossing and turning, being as stiff as a board, and holding onto him for dear life, he knew of your fear

You went into your room one day and found a little night light in the shape of a pitchfork plugged in next to your side of the bed

You made sure to thank him properly all night long

Crowley doesn’t like getting you involved in his work

Though he doesn’t ever tell you, he couldn’t bare the idea of losing you

Your his Queen after all!

And what’s a King without his Queen?

So he keeps you away from most of the monsters, hunters, demons, and angels he works with 

That is, if he can stop you first 

You just love to be around him, he makes you feel safer than you ever have 

He makes you feel happy

You’ve visited hell a few times since the beginning of your relationship with him

You don’t necessarily like it, it being hell after all, but you show your genuine interest in all the improvements Crowley has made since becoming King

You sitting on Crowley’s lap while he sits on his throne is a regular occurrence

Crowley loves this, mostly because it boats his ego

Because not only is he the King of Hell, but he has managed to gain you as his Queen, a woman who is too beautiful for words

And my god Crowley loves getting his ego boasted

Especially by you

You tell him daily how powerful, handsome, strong, and witty he is

How the whole world should bow to him

You’d think his head would fall off with how big it was after all the praising you give him on the daily

This guy would have a huge praising kink and you can’t tell me I’m wrong

Pervious | Next

[uhohnotthisagain]

My Everything- Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean’s anger gets the best of him.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, verbal fighting, mentions of death (no actual death is included), sad Dean, sad reader, happy ending

Word count: 1.2k

My Masterlist

“I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this.” Dean says, sitting on the edge of your shared bed, rubbing his face with his hands.

You look at him with shock. “What? What do you mean?” The two of you had been fighting for the last 2 hours. You had made a decision on a hunt that had put you in danger, saving Dean from the witch in the process.

“This. Putting up with all this stupidity. It’s infuriating.”

“Are you actually serious? I saved you from that witch. You’d be dead if I hadn’t done what I did.”

“No, I wouldn’t be. I would’ve been fine. But throwing yourself into the fire was a stupid decision. If I hadn’t reacted fast enough, YOU would be dead.” He points at you as he speaks, the look of absolute anger on his face.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve done something stupid on a hunt, and if it keeps going, then who knows what will happen. Maybe I could be killed.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means, I’m done. This is over.”

“You don’t really mean that.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

“No, I do, I’m done. Get out.” He’s turned away from you, looking at something on his laptop at his desk.

Tears sit at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill. He didn’t turn to look at you, refusing to face you.

“Fine.”

–

You let out small sobs, curling into yourself. You were lying on the bed in your old room. It was yours when you first moved into the bunker, but when you and Dean started dating and spending every night together, you stopped sleeping in the room. It wasn’t long before you moved all your stuff to Dean’s, making this room feel foreign and empty. Cold.

You eventually fell asleep, tears staining your cheeks.

–

Dean didn’t sleep at all. He spent the whole night either hunched over his laptop, distracting himself with research, or staring up at the ceiling. He didn’t want you to leave, he wanted you back. All he could focus on during the fight was his anger towards your decisions. He didn’t want to lose you. He couldn’t lose you. And putting yourself at risk meant that he couldn’t protect you as easily, making him more scared that he would lose yet another loved one.

He felt so useless during hunts. He knew you could make your own decisions. Smart ones too. But you also made decisions that would save Dean, and Dean didn’t want that.

Dean got up at 6:30, deciding to get ready for the day and search for another potential hunt to distract himself with.

It was at 10:30 when he realised you hadn’t gotten up yet. Sam was already up, having gone for a run and now researching with Dean. You always were an early riser.

Dean went searching, hoping you were in the bunker and hadn’t left in the middle of the night. He passed the kitchen, not seeing you sipping on a coffee that you usually did. He passed your shared room before stopping at your old one.

He listened to see if he could hear you, but what he heard broke his heart. He could hear your muffled sobs.

You had woken up not long after falling asleep, struggling to stay asleep without Dean next to you. The both of you relied on one another to have nightmare-free sleep, and it had become such a habit that when separated it felt impossible to function.

When you woke up, you quickly recalled why you were back in your old room, breaking your heart all over again. You struggled to keep the tears at bay. You felt guilty, but you weren’t sure why. You were upset that you couldn’t convince Dean that you knew what you were doing. Angry that he wouldn’t listen to you. Broken that he had kicked you out without letting you speak.

A soft knock disrupted your thoughts. You looked towards the door, hoping that if you kept silent, whoever was at the door would leave.

“Y/N? I know you’re in there.” Dean’s voice was soft, it’s what usually kept you calm, but this time, it was making your heart race. “Y/N? Please, sweetheart. Let me in.” He knocked again.

You considered hiding under your duvet but decided against that. Instead, you stood up and opened the door.

“Oh, Sweetheart, thank god. I’m so-” You walked passed him, brushing against him but you didn’t make eye contact. You walked towards the kitchen, grabbing a mug and pouring yourself some coffee before sitting at the bench, staring at the dark liquid in your mug.

“Sweetheart? Y/n? Please talk to me. I’m so sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” You didn’t turn around. “Please. I miss your voice. Talk to me. Scream at me. Yell. Throw things. I don’t care. I just need you to talk to me.” You said nothing.

“Okay, if you won’t talk then at least hear me out? I’m sorry honey. I really am. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I shouldn’t have said those things.” Dean walked around to the other side of the bench to face you, but you didn’t look up at him. “You have every right to be upset with me. I know you can hold you’re own. I know you’re capable of looking after yourself, fighting the things we hunt for. You’re so talented and strong. It’s just- I’m scared, okay? I said it. I can’t save you. I can’t protect you. And it has nothing to do with you’re abilities. I’m just so scared to lose you. What if something gets you? What if something is just that much stronger that you can’t fight it. I can’t lose you. I need you.” Dean’s holding your hands, causing you to look up slightly.

“I can’t sleep without you. I can barely survive if you’re not there. I can’t breathe. You’re my everything, and if I lose you, then I have nothing. So forgive me for trying to protect you, but knowing you’re safe means everything.”

You look up at Dean, sighing before opening your mouth. “Have you considered that you’re my everything? That if I lose you then I would lose myself? I love you so much, and I would do anything to keep you safe.” Your voice wobbled as tears filled your eyes again. “You can be so reckless on hunts. God knows how many times I have had to clean up you’re injuries, sew you up, bandage you up. Of course, I would do it again but if you keep risking your life, then one day you’re going to lose it. And then what happens to me? I would die if I lost you.”

Dean walks around to you, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t consider how much I meant to you. I’ll try and be better. I’ll make better decisions, I’ll try to be safe. If you do. You need to not put your life on the line all the time to save me.” Your arms wrap around him.

“Yeah, okay. I’m sorry too.” He smiles before pressing a kiss to your lips.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

DEAN WINCHESTER

Finally Reunited (Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader)

Little Him (Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader)

Too Many Jokes (Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader)

Should Have Known (Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader)

Try Again Next Week (Dean Winchester X Male!Reader)

Make It To Me (Dean Winchester X Reader)

Pushing Yourself (Dean Winchester X Reader)

Until Next Time (Dean Winchester X Fem!Reader)

Not The Planned Delivery (Dean Winchester X Pregnant!Reader)

Baby Banshee (Dean Winchester X Wife!Reader)

SAM WINCHESTER

Rowena's Apprentice (Sam Winchester X Son!Reader)

Prom Date (Sam Winchester X Son!Reader)

Shirts Worn By Brothers (Sam Winchester X Trans!Brother!Reader)

First Hunt (Sam Winchester X Brother!Reader)

Being Sam's Half-Demon, Bi-Racial Son Would Include...

Too Selfless (Sam Winchester X Daughter!Reader)

Nerdy Interactions (Sam Winchester X Fem!Reader)

Big Secrets (Sam Winchester X Fem!Reader)

Spill (Sam Winchester X Fem!Reader) *TW

Senses (Sam Winchester X Twin!Reader)

JOHN WINCHESTER

Choice Between Siblings (Dean Winchester X Daughter!Reader)

MARY WINCHESTER

Poor Heart (Mary Winchester X Daughter!Reader)

CASTIEL

Caught With The Angel (Castiel X Winchester!Fem!Reader)

Pants (Castiel X Asexual!Reader)

Neglected Dreams (Castiel X Teen!Fem!Reader)

Feeling Left Out (Castiel X Fem!Reader)

Where Were You!? (Castiel X Fem!Reader)

CROWLEY

Did You Multiply?(Crowley X Winchester!Fem!Reader) Pt 1/Pt 2

Little Winchester (Crowley X Winchester!Fem!Reader)

Good Hunter (Crowley X Winchester!Fem!Reader)

Liking A Demon (Crowley X Winchester!Reader)

Troublesome Crushes (Crowley X Fem!Reader)

You're A Demon/ Hunter? (Crowley X Fem!Reader)

A Different Kind Of Deal (Crowley X Fem!Reader)

GABRIEL

Chocolate (Gabriel X Teen!Winchester!Reader)

Losing My Angel (Gabriel X Winchester!Fem!Reader)

Angel Date (Gabriel X Fem!Reader)

Binary Spells (Gabriel X Non!Binary!Reader)

MICHAEL

Being Michael's Daughter Would Include...

Asshole (Michael X Fem!Reader)

LUCIFER

Being Lucifer's First Son Would Include...

JACK KLINE

Being Jack Kline's Twin Would Include...

Lost Twin (Jack Kline X Twin Sister!Reader)

For Mom (Jack Kline X Twin Sister!Reader)

Stories Behind Scars (Jack Kline X Winchester!Reader)

OTHER

Distraction (Team Free Will X Reader)

Safety And Security (Winchester Bros X Sister!Reader)

Growing Up (Winchester Bros X Sister!Reader)

3 Year Reunion (Winchester Bros X Sister!Reader)

Fidgetting (Winchester Bros X Sister!Reader)

Trying to Help (Winchester Bros X Blind!Sister!Reader)

Deals (Winchester Bros X Sister!Reader)

Our Dear Sister (Winchester Bros X Sister!Reader)

A Normal Life (Winchester Bros X Demon!Reader)

Hello, I'm The Son Of Lucifer (Winchester Bros X Male!Reader)

Safety (Winchester Bros X Fem!Reader)

Being Sam And Lucifer's Son Would Include...

Being Donna and Gabriel's Child Would Include...

Little Witch (Castiel X Dean X Daughter!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2