#sam and reader

[ccupidzbvnni]

* struck

a/n okay so i very quickly wrote a second part. let me know if y'all would like longer chapters, shorter chapters, actual use of y/n, etc. thank you!

pt 1

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

“Hey,” Sam lays his hand on your shoulder, calling your name. You perk up and look to him, awaiting what he’s going to say next. “You cool with Cas stopping by later?” he asks. You tilt your head, confused at his question. Attempting to get him to elaborate, you shoot him a ‘why wouldn’t I be okay with that?’ look, hoping he can read it. The taller Winchester laughs, squeezes your shoulder, and just shrugs and walks away, leaving you in your thoughts.

Why wouldn’t I be okay with that? You repeat in your head. You saw nothing wrong with the angel stopping by, he was their friend! Your friend? Have you even been in his presence enough to call yourself that? You groan and head to your room, hoping to hide out while the angel is here. Castiel never leaves your thoughts, you thank his creator that you’ve learned how to not make it sound like a prayer to him. Maybe he’ll care. You think, then try to rid yourself of the thought. This is not worth it. 

Walking into your room is a breath of fresh air; you feel like you can finally think freely, not chained down by the thoughts of Castiel. Your phone buzzes in your hand, snapping you out of your trail of thoughts about the angel. 

Sam: Cas is here, come say hi

You know what he’s doing. Sam thinks your “crush” on the angelic soldier is funny, something to poke fun at and diminish you for, especially since you’ve never even talked to the angel. You don’t dog on him about Eileen, but to each their own. You type out multiple responses, finally settling on an okay one.

You: why do you hate me.

Smiling to yourself, you press send. What you don’t expect is another text from Sam. At this point, he is practically begging you to come see Castiel.

Sam: I don’t hate you

Sam: Neither does Cas…

At his second text, you huff furiously. This isn’t fucking funny.

You: sam stop

You: lmk when he leaves :))

You huff again and shove your phone face down into your bed. Running your hands down your face, you can feel how warm you’ve gotten. From anger or something else, you have yet to figure out. You shove your face into your pillows and yell. Hopefully, this takes out all your frustration so that you don’t yell at the boys you’ve grown to love. You decide you need a shower to calm yourself down.

In the shower, you bask in the way the water scorches your skin, the irritation turning your skin bright red. You wash off all the grime from the day, letting the warmth seep into your bones. When you finish, you jump at the chance to put on comfortable pajamas, deciding that tonight you will focus on yourself, not Castiel.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

When you wake up, you feel like at least ten years have passed. “What the fuck…?” You mumble to yourself, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You reach blindly for your phone and pull it close, the screen blinding you.

11:43 

1 missed text from Dean

4 missed texts from Sam

2 missed calls from Sam

You try to remember when you fell asleep- maybe around 4 pm? There’s no way you slept that long, you don’t even remember falling asleep. You click the text from Dean first, knowing what Sam’s are probably about.

Dean: are u alive man???

You laugh softly at his text; you can tell he cares. Over the last year you’ve been with the boys, you’ve noticed the different ways they show their love. Dean’s was bullying you until it actually hurt your feelings, much to your dismay.

Sam: I’m sorry, I don’t mean to push

Sam: Have you ever talked to Cas?

Sam: Dean is oblivious as always, just so you know

The last text from Sam is just your name. You shrug, whatever, nothing I can do now. You think while tidying yourself up. You gather your thoughts and head out of your room, towards the library. When the Winchesters see you, Dean nods at you, huffing out a “glad to see you alive.” 

Then you see him. It’s as if all time has stopped, the air rippling around him. He’s glowing, literally and figuratively. Castiel is fucking beautiful. The angel looks like his vessel has been touched by God himself, hell, it probably has! You can feel your face heating up and decide to stop admiring, as you like to call it. You turn to your, at the moment, unsavory roommates. “What are you guys still doing up?” you ask neither brother in particular. “It’s past your bedtime, Sam,” you laugh softly, watching Dean smirk out of your peripheral vision. 

“Does Sam have a designated bedtime?” a gruff voice asks. Your breath hitches. You’ve seen Castiel from a distance, admired him, but you have never heard him talk. The voice in the back of your head is firing. Thoughts of “speak again” and “I need to hear his voice” fill your brain. 

“No, Cas, I don’t have a bedtime.” Sam rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, his attitude immediately radiating to you. You mimic Sam’s behavior, hoping to also look closed off to the angel so he wouldn’t try to speak to you. You don’t think you could handle his voice being addressed to you. “Anyway, we were just talking,” he shrugs, nodding his head in Castiel’s direction. “He’s been M.I.A. lately, not answering calls or anything…” he trails off.

“How many times have we stressed to you how important answering us is?” Dean all but demands. The angel is stoic, eyes locked onto Dean, boring into his soul. 

“Many times,” comes his response, gruff and gravely. If he kept talking, you just might explode. 

“Then fucking listen next time!” The oldest Winchester raises his voice, throwing his hands in the air. The sound and movement are jarring; you flinch out of instinct, small, barely there. Castiel notices. Sam smiles to himself; you deserve something nice in your life, you deserve an angel on your shoulder.

“You do not tell me what to do, Dean,” Castiel argues, closing in on the aforementioned brother. This moment feels too… intimate for you to be witnessing. Slowly, as not to draw attention to yourself, you try to escape, but Castiel’s head snaps in your direction. “Stay,” he practically commands, adding your name on the end. Your heart drops, you have never talked to Castiel, and now he’s addressing you directly? You nod wordlessly and plant your feet. You swear you can feel his eyes piercing your entire being. He looks back at Dean, expecting a response. 

“Whatever, Cas. Are you staying? Or are you just gonna disappear again?” Is his response. It’s clipped, and mean, and very Dean. 

“Staying.” One word, it’s effective, gets his point across. Efficient. You look to Sam, hoping he also wants out of their lovers’ quarrel. His gaze softens when he meets your eyes, smiling apologetically. Sam clears his throat, and the tension dissipates slightly. It’s still there, no doubt about that, but it’s a lot more palatable. 

“I apologize.” The angel addresses you directly, once again. His tone of voice sounds remorseful, but his blue eyes are still cloudy with frustration. 

It takes you a second to register, not truly believing he would want to talk to you. “Oh. Yeah, it’s cool,” you shrug, attempting to play it off. You watch as Castiel nods and walks off in the direction of the rooms, Dean not far behind. 

“‘It’s cool’?” You hear Sam’s voice, amusement lacing his words.

You groan and cover your face with your hands. “I don’t know!” Comes out muffled from under them. “I might actually kill myself,” you whine, pretending to choke yourself. Sam laughs at your absurdity, patting you harshly on the back. “You’ll live. Or, figure it out.” He smiles softly at you before also retiring for bed. No fucking way is Castiel staying here.

[livin-life-to-the-coolest]

No Cas- A Supernatural Imagine Cas and Reader

Summary: Do you ever get into those situations where you have to explain something? Do you ever have to explain it to an angel? How on Earth do you explain to an angel the idea behind a snow ball fight!

Things weren't too unusual around the Bunker. You guys had been researching some shifter that had been exposed to radiation giving it the ability to become invisible…not at all weird right? You had been walking around trying to keep yourself from being lazy in between your researching periods. You happened to walk past Cas sitting on the couch mesmerized by Elf. You couldn't help but stop to watch the hilarious snow ball scene. "I love this scene." You mumbled as you plopped down next to Cas. He acknowledged you with a small smile before you both became entranced by the scene. When it was over you sighed knowing you needed to go take care of necessities like showering, also figuring Cas would want to watch the movie alone. You got up ready to go to your room when you heard Cass's voice. "Is it customary for people to throw snow at each other?" You chuckled slightly turning back to acknowledge him. "No not really…I guess you could say it is. People just have a habit of throwing things at each other because it's kind of fun I guess." You shrugged figuring that was the best way to explain and felt you were right when he gave you a slight nod. "Ok." You gave him a slight nod before making your way to your room.

You spent about an hour and a half in your room taking a nice hot shower to get all the disgusting two day grime off of you. You got dressed and watched YouTube for a little bit before deciding you needed to help Sam out and go do some more research. You groaned as you got up and headed for the library. On the way through you passed Cas again having not moved once…'doesn't he ever get tired of sitting there!' You thought to yourself before continuing on. You of course stopped once you heard high pitched screaming and couldn't help but backtrack to see what was on the screen….'oh'. Cas was watching The Last Song and happened to be watching the Scene where Will and Ronnie are having a water fight with the hose. "Kaitlyn I'm confused." You leaned over the couch so you were next to his head "About what?" You asked not understanding what was confusing about the movie at all. "I thought you told me people throw the balls of snow at each other, but in this movie they have thrown mud and now water. Doesn't the water hurt?" You took a second to think this through…"I guess they use a few other things. It's just something people do for fun. Sure the water may hurt a little but there's a little bit of fun in that…know what I mean?" The tiniest of smiles grew on his face as he came to understand. You couldn't help but feel honored to be a part of that smile. "Yes I understand now, thank you." Taking that as your sign to leave you headed for the library.

You made your way to the library and plotted down into a chair grabbing the book to continue studying. "Find anything yet?" You asked Sam not looking up from your book. "Nope." Dean said from his spot on the couch. "How would you know! You have been looking at your phone the entire time I tried to talk to you!" An agitated Sam said from his spot at the computer. Dean looked slightly caught off guard "I'm not on my phone."…"Dean do you really think I don't know you have it hidden in your book? You haven't turned the page in fifteen minutes." You smirked from your place in the chair looking over Dean to say "Nice try." Dean shrugged quickly losing interest. He started to leave when he stopped hearing parts of the movie as you had moments ago. He turned back pointing a finger towards the living room. "What's Cas watching?" You smiled as you said "The Last Song." Dean rolled his eyes "A chick flick seriously!" He trudged back over to his spot on the couch and sat back down pouting. "Seriously you're not going to go to your room because of that movie?" You asked baffled at how ridiculous he was being. Dean didn't bother with an answer as he begrudgingly picked up the book and tried to do research along with you and Sam.

You sat there in the peaceful silence for about an hour before Dean groaned. You and Sam both snapped up due to the mini heart attacks that were both trying to take you over. You sat there in the peaceful silence for about an hour before Dean groaned. You and Sam both snapped up due to the mini heart attacks that were both trying to take you over! "What!" You gasped trying to calm your terrified heart. "Bored!" Same rolled his eyes looking from you to his ridiculous brother "Find something to entertain yourself then!" He turned back to his work not wanting to be bothered until the work was finished. You could tell Dean wasn't going to stop anytime soon so you quickly looked for something to entertain him with. You grabbed the first thing you saw and hurled it at him…it just happened to be a sandwich. Dean looked up at you in an almost angry way. Your face remained neutral as you decided if you should smile, laugh, or make a break for it. Eventually Dean just shrugged and started to eat the sandwich…eww. You were about to return to your work when your stomach growled…'Ugh!'

You gathered the energy to get up and go make something to eat getting up from the chair and walking down the hallway to the kitchen. You walked past the living room only slightly noticing that Cas was no longer sitting on the couch and the T.V was no longer on. 'Must have gone to his room for the night.' You thought as you made your way into the kitchen. You stopped in your tracks standing in the middle of the kitchen giving you a wide grin…"Oh hey Cas." "Hi Kaitlyn." There was an awkward moment of silence until you finally broke it with "How was the movie?" Another moment of silence "Which one? I have watched twelve movies today." Your eyes widened realizing how much you guys needed to find something for him to do.

You casually analyzed him trying to figure out why he was being even more awkward than usual. That's when you noticed he had something behind his back…"Cas what do you have there?" Your voice gave nothing away as you asked that innocent question. Cas was smart though and realized it was over. He didn't consider it defeat though, his smile only widened when he quickly threw something at you that you quickly dodged. You felt your body go into hunter mode as you looked for a place to hide grabbing the quickest weapon you could get your hands on which happened to be a spoon. "Cas what the heck!" You screamed backing away from him and jumping slightly hearing something shatter. You looked behind you to see it was a plate! A freakin plate! Who throws a plate at someone! You heard movement behind you and turned just in time to see Cas throw around five plates! You dodged a few before taking cover and hearing all of them shatter. "Cas come on! I'm sure we can talk this out!" Cas had never attempted to hurt you so you had no idea how to react to this. Besides these were pretty crappy weapons compared to his angel blade.

Come on Kaitlyn you're not being any fun! Your supposed to throw back…'What!' You furrowed your brows trying to figure out what on Earth he was talking about! That's when it hit you…'oh...' You slowly made your way out from behind the wall holding your hands up in surrender making yourself visible to Cas. "Don't throw!" You screamed as soon as you saw he had five plates aimed right for you! "Kaitlyn why don't you look like you're having fun?" He said in a confused tone. You broke into a small laugh that must have snapped the boys out of their research because next thing you know they were coming down the hall looking very alarmed that you were surrendering to an armed Castiel. "Cas what are you doing those cost money!" Dean yelled from his place next to you and Sam. You and Sam looked to him with a 'really' look. Like 'That's what your concerned about right now!' "Cas mind if we ask what you're doing." Sam asked using caution as though he were afraid he would be the next victim. "I was trying to have a plate fight." He said it with such clarity that it almost made it sound normal. "A what?" Dean asked trying to figure this out as well. "I was watching movies where these friends were throwing snow balls and mud and water at each other and I just saw the plates and thought why not." You being the nice person you were tried to stifle your laugh but the two boys next to you were not so kind. They broke down laughing clutching their stomachs. "Dude that's not how it works!" Dean said through raspy breaths. "You can't just use anything you want Cas!" Sam said trying to get a hold of himself. "I don't understand Kaitlyn told me there were a few things I could use." They both turned to you giving you amused looks.

You sighed running your hand through your hair. "Cas I didn't think you would try to use plates. When I said there were a few things I meant like clothes or paint. Stuff like that, stuff that won't cause injuries." You explained pointing to the many broken dishes. You felt the guilt hit you like a ton of bricks as you watched Cass's shoulders slump and any happiness that was left on his face had vanished. He looked around looking at the mess that had been caused before starting to walk past the three of you "I'll clean it up." He mumbled in a sad tone that he was obviously trying to cover. "I'm sorry about the mess." He said before leaving the room not looking back.

The three of you stood there in silence. You sighed after a few moments feeling worse than ever about the situation. This was something totally different than you were used to, you had never offended Cas or disappointed him. Whether this was technically your fault or not it sure felt that way. It reminded you of the way he had pouted in the restaurant that day when you, Bobby, Dean, and Sam had been on a hunt with him and Dean had offended him. Even then you felt bad seeing as how much he respected Dean's opinion. You had wanted to make him better then and that one had nothing to do with you!

"Man this is totally my fault isn't it?" You asked in a dreaded tone. "Yeah it is." Dean said almost immediately. "Dude!" Sam snapped seeing as that didn't make you feel any better. "Kaitlyn this is not your fault. How were you supposed to know that Cas would take what you said so literally?" You nodded mumbling a small your right before saying "I'm going to go help him." On your way out you made an effort to bump into Dean feeling satisfied when you heard him grunt slightly…you may or may not have used your elbow. You found Cas pretty instantly sitting on the floor picking up the shards. Before you came up to him you grabbed some paper towel and dampened them a little.

You came up to sit next to him and sat down to help. "You know it helps if you use a wet cloth." You said as you started picking up the pieces using the paper towel you had brought with you. Cas watched with admiration as you swiftly had all of the pieces picked up and folded into the towel. "There all done." You said happy to have helped. You gave him a smile before getting up to go throw away the cloth. Cas followed behind you (which wasn't too unusual as he often liked to surprise you or see what you were doing without having to ask).

You went to rinse off your hands when an idea came to mind. You slowly picked up the nozzle to the sink before quickly and swiftly turning and landing the water right in Cas's face. The look on his face went from alarmed to shocked and it was hilarious! You started laughing extremely hard but the smile quickly faded when you saw that Cas had somehow managed to find a….hose! You tried to hold up your hands in surrender without letting go of your nozzle but Cas was not going to show any mercy. "Cas!" You gasped as you met face to face with some very icy water! "You demon!" You yelled trying to block the water and fight back with your nozzle! "Angel actually!" Cas yelled over the sound of water and screams mashing through the kitchen.

You laugh realizing how great these days are! How much fun you're having! You couldn't remember laughing this much in a long time! Sure you laughed and joked with the boys all the time but this was different this was rare and unique. How many people could say they had a water fight with an angel? You both fought your hardest trying your best the take the other down. Both of you were very competitive it seemed. You both were laughing so hard neither of you could breathe. You were so distracted with your battle that you didn't notice Sam and Dean running down the hall in panic until they were right in front of you screaming "What's going on!" You both froze in your tracks starring at them with your weapons still in your hands…"…A water fight." You said awkwardly before a smile grew on both your and Cass's faces. You raised an eyebrow silently questioning him 'Should we?" The smile that grew on his face guaranteed you a yes. The brothers seemed to catch on only after you and Cas and taken a step forward pointing the hose and nozzle directly at them (for hunters they could be so slow at times!). You both got them square in the face and weren't going to let up any time soon! "Guys come on lets be adults!" Dean yelled trying to shield his face. "Guys knock it off this isn't even fair!" After a good three minutes you let up only to go grab two more nozzles. "Catch." You casually said throwing each of them one. That was when the war really started.

You were all laughing so hard it was hard to tell which laugh was which! You were all soaked and were still relentlessly shooting at each other! Sam I guess finally got frustrated of having you constantly nail him so he came over and picked you up forcing the water to run all the way from your head to your toes! "Sam! Cold cold!" You screamed trying to escape. "No really?" He asked through laughter finally you nudged him gently in the stomach allowing him to loosen his grip you summer salted you way over to Dean and Cas and got them both in the face before finally losing control and laughing. You clutched over falling on the floor, the others soon following suit. Once the laughter finally ended you all seem to notice the mess that was completely covering the kitchen the laughter stopping slowly…'oh...'

You plopped down on the couch squishing yourself between the three men having finally finished your part of cleaning the kitchen. You all now sat there with wet hair, pajamas and a blanket draped over all four of you. You allowed Cas to pick the movie since the three of you had seen all of them already. After intense concentration he settled on watching the Avengers, which you all were completely fine with. You each decided on a superhero for the others you being the Black Widow (because your just awesome), Dean being Iron Man (because of his humor), Sam was the Hulk since he was already huge and super smart), it took a minute but the three of you agreed Cas was Captain America (which of course he knew nothing about) (because he was always so confused about everything). The three of you laughed at all the jokes and the drama and you all cried when Agent Coulson died (even Dean and tears in his eyes!). By the end of the movie everyone was asleep dreaming of super heroes and water fights. This was the way things should be, and every once in a while they would be.

Authors note: Yep so that's it. Hope you all liked reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you would like more stuff like this just private message me or click that little review button and we can definitely make something happen. Feel free to send a request or an imagine. I will talk to you all again soon, bye!

[saintfaux]

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[colmiillo]

I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

[bethsvrse]

me staring at my ceiling after y/n does the most FLABBERGASTING thing ever

[connorsui]

He stood outside the courthouse, using the building’s reflective glass as a makeshift mirror. He adjusted the tie she’d picked out for him that morning, tugging it loose and then tightening it again until it sat just right. His free hand ran through his hair, smoothing the strands she’d ruffled when she kissed him goodbye with a sly smirk. The faint scent of her perfume clung to his shirt, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Man, your wife is insane,” an officer muttered as he walked past, throwing him a glance.

Without missing a beat, he chuckled, straightening his collar. “Yeah, no shit. Why do you think I married her?” He shot the officer a grin through the reflection, adjusting his cufflinks like this was just another day in his life. “I’m literally on my way to her trial right now, carrying her favorite cookies and wearing the shirt she insisted on. Hell, I’ve even got her eyeliner in this bag because, and I quote, she wants to look stunning for the pictures.”

He gave himself one last look in the glass, smoothing the fabric of his shirt, before turning to the officer. “And when this is all over, I’ll be paying her bail. Not because I have to—because I want to. She’ll come out, probably ask for a shopping spree or some fancy dinner, and you know what? I’ll give it to her. Every last bit.”

His voice softened as he glanced down at the cookies in his hand, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “Because she’s my wife. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[inknopewetrust]

[s0urw00lfsrants]

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

[myladyship]

"After everything you have done. How will you sleep at night?"

"Next to my wife."

[ccupidzbvnni]

* struck

a/n i apologize for only writing a little, feedback is appreciated! i want to start writing more and i can never find anything for castiel so i took matters into my own hands. i plan on making this a slowburn series but we shall see. let me know your thoughts! also chapter title is a song from lucki do not play

pt 2

✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

Being close with the Winchester brothers had its perks; that much was obvious. Unfortunately, with its perks came incredible, incredible shortcomings. The situation you found yourself in was comical to say the least: Dean said this vampire nest would be simple. It had been months since you were “allowed” to go on a hunt alone, previous injuries traumatizing the Winchesters. 

“Why won’t you just die?” you groan out, decapitating your fifth vampire of the night. Exhaustion plagues you: you can feel your joints aching and the blood slowly flowing out of the cuts that litter your body. You explore the house that the nest had taken over, searching for anything useful. Nothing, obviously. You exhale and run your hands down your face. Hunting isn’t easy, but it seems to have only gotten harder since you started helping Sam and Dean. As if the thought of the brothers summoned them, your phone buzzes in your pocket.

Dean: are u done? im hungry

“You fuckin’ serious, man?” leaves your mouth, and you pocket your phone, beelining for your car. So unappreciative. You think to yourself. Dean never says “thank you” or “please” or anything bordering on nice. He loves to save that for Castiel. Just his name makes you giddy. The angel of the Lord has been nothing short of a sore in your side. Cast aside by him, Dean always more important. Sam told you that he does tend to take special scrutiny of what you say or do, despite what you believe. 

The drive is relatively quick; your thoughts of Castiel distract you from the time. When you arrive at the bunker, the boys are nowhere to be seen. “Sam?” you call from the war room, hesitant. 

“In here!” the reply comes from the kitchen, followed by a quick “Finally!” from Dean. You smile fondly and make your way over to them. As you approach the boys in the kitchen, you can hear the end of an argument, stopping quickly when you walk in.

“Ah! Let’s eat.” Dean throws his hands up and then rubs his stomach, trying to communicate to you how hungry he is. You roll your eyes at his antics and sit at the table. Sam ignores his older brother and plates your food, sliding it to you. You poke at the food, it looks edible. Can Sam even cook?

“Sam, no offense, but can you, like, cook?” you look up from the plate and at him. He scoffs and sits down next to you.

“I can cook better than you and Dean, so I don’t wanna hear it.” he rolls his eyes at you and watches his brother sit across from you.

“Sammy cooking is a crazy concept…” Dean mumbles, mouth full.

“You can bitch and whine when you learn how to swallow your food before you talk.” Sam shoots back, annoyance shining through his tone. You laugh softly at the boys, enjoying their company. You’ve thanked them for taking you in a multitude of times, but you never feel like you’ve thanked them enough. These two rugged and unorthodox hunters did not hesitate to help you. Now you understand all the talk surrounding the Winchester brothers.

[valerieofavonlea]

"Haymitch raises geese" OH YOU MEAN THE GEESE YOU GOT HIM AFTER HE TOLD YOU ALL HIS LONG LOST LOVE. THE GEESE YOU PROBABLY COULDN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT FOR DAYS SO YOU HAD TO GO GET SOME FOR HIM AND HAVE PEETA MAKE AN INCUBATOR? THOSE GEESE???

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Welcome to the world of “Being in love with a person who doesn’t exist in real life but you pretend they do anyway because you’re obsessed” ✧˖*°࿐

[writerstruggle]

me whenever something happens

[colmiillo]

me acting like I just didn't read the most filthy nasty hot smut fic of my life

[natti-ice]

18+ mdni

Me: “fuck, I need his cock”

Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*