What Are You Gonna Do About It?
This is my first time posting any of my Dean Winchester X Female Reader imagines on here or any public platform. I write a lot of them and have just recently decided to share a couple. Please let me know if you guys like it/enjoy reading them. I usually have a character for the female in each one, but for your purposes, I am leaving it up to you, to create your own.
Dean Winchester X Female Reader
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You had just gotten out of the shower, washing the latest hunt off your tired body and scrubbing your skin trying to get all the vamps blood off of you. Even being a hunter and cleaning the boys wounds constantly, having blood that wasn’t yours on your own skin made you want to crawl out of it. There was just something about it that really grossed you out.
You dried yourself off, pulling on a clean pair of underwear, jeans, a bralette and one of Dean’s much too large Metallica t’s. It was so stretched out, it fell off your shoulder and if you didn’t tuck the front into your jeans, it would reach your mid thigh. But it smelled like him and made you feel safe, so you wore it anyway.
You brushed through your long,wavy,hair and threw it over your shoulder, letting it fall past your breasts.
You brushed your teeth and applied minimal makeup, just some mascara, tinted moisturizer, and lip balm with a wine colored tint. You loved a dark lip, always had. Dean liked you best with no makeup at all, but if you were going to wear it, he liked long lashes and a dark lip. You never dressed for him, or for any man, but it was nice to dress and have him appreciate little things about it. It wasn’t often you got to dress up in this life, so when you had the chance to wear makeup, you did.
You pulled on your boots and laced them up the back. You walked out of the bathroom and into your bedroom at Garth’s house (where you’d been staying with the boys for about a month) and quickly made the bed. After that you walked downstairs into the large kitchen and saw a freshly showered Sam, sitting at the counter, eating what looked like a salad and doing research. That was Sam in a nutshell.
He noticed when you walked into the room, your boots making small clicking noises against the tile floor. Garth’s house was crazy nice and brand new, he almost never used it, but had someone clean it professionally, once a week. It was definitely the cleanest place you’d ever stayed in during your time with the Winchester boys.
He looked up at you and said, “Feel better?”
Sam knew you hated having blood on you, you walked towards the fridge and replied, “Much.”
Just as you opened the refrigerator door, you heard a loud crash and a yell, “Son of a bitch!”
Sam looked at you and you looked at him before you both took off running for the garage.
You opened the door and ran down the stairs, Dean was on his knees on the ground, picking up a large box of heavy metal tools that must have broken.
You breathed out, in this life you always go to worst case scenario first, and you immediately thought something was happening to Dean when he yelled like that.
He looked at you from the ground and spoke, “Stupid box broke.”
You smacked his arm and said, “You dumbass, you scared me half to death!”
He looked at you apologetically, “Sorry sweetheart..”
Sam rolled his eyes at his brother and left once he realized that everything was fine, presumably going back to his research.
I helped Dean pick up the rest of the tools and grabbed the rag that hung out of his back pocket and cleaned the grease off my hands with it. He stood there, just watching me, which was something he didn’t do too often. Or at least that I knew of.
I caught him looking at me and looked up at him, “What? Is there something on my face?”
He grabbed me in his arms, pushed my back against the side of the Impala and pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was soft, but filled with love and it felt so good.
I kissed him back, running my hands up his chest, resting them in their familiar spot on his collarbones. We pulled away a few seconds later and I breathed out, “What was that for?”
He smiled, his beautiful green eyes bright and beaming, “I just wanted to kiss my girl.”
I smiled and reached up on my tip-toes to press a kiss to his cheek, “You want some help with this mess?” I gestured to the open hood of the Impala and the tools and car parts strewn about the garage.
He nodded and handed me a part to help him put in Baby’s engine. One thing Dean loved about me was that I knew my way around a car, I could fix almost anything and I knew what tools to use. My dad had taught me at a very young age how to rebuild a car from start to finish, and it was a skill that I liked having.
It was just around Christmas time and Dean was trying to fix Baby in time for us to drive to Bobby’s place to spend the holidays. Bobby was family, he was basically the boys father and he had become a very important person in my life, so going there for the holidays was a big deal this year.
I leaned over and looked down into the hood, tightening a couple things after I put the part in place, I looked at Dean and said, “Start her up.”
He leaned into the drivers side and started the car, she started right up and he came back out and looked at me, shock and amazement covering his face.
He spoke, “How in the hell did you do that?”
I wiped the grease from my hands and looked back at my beautiful boyfriend, “I just replaced the valves.”
He walked closer and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against him, he teased, “Mhmm... say valves again.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed, “Valves.”
He groaned and said, “It’s so hot when you talk about cars.”
I laughed, wrapping my arms around his neck and teased, “Well what are you gonna do about it, Mr.?”
With one quick motion, he shut the hood of the Impala and lifted me up so I was sitting on the edge of the hood.
He laid me back and began to kiss my neck, “This.”
The End.
Hope you all enjoyed and thanks for reading all the way to the end!
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who? @shewolfaurea
where? Hole in the Wall, Feronia
when? During the road so far drop
Rarely does Valdís venture as far inland as Feronia, the region too far from the ocean she is familiar with to be comfortable. There is no denying the temptation to explore the Northern coast of the Wildlands, but her fleet has yet to reach that far. It’s a rarity for Valdís to take a Standing Stone deeper into Lysara, but she can’t help the curiosity. She knows the refugees and their welcoming party gather at the edges of the odd magical bubble, and she wants to know more. Not enough to venture too close to the barrier, though, not when she is sure there are plenty of eyes on them. Instead, she finds herself in Feronia’s pub, sitting at the corner of the bar as her eyes lazily flicker through the crowds, trying to gather anything of note. Deep in her musings as she is, she doesn’t react much when a pretty stranger sits next to her, only raising a brow in amusement at the entrance.
“Let me guess, you saw me across the room and liked my vibes?” She asks, an amused smirk on her lips as she raises her ale to her lips. “Or did I fail a vibecheck, and now we are honor bound to duke it out?
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