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please put in the tags how many siblings you have and whether you’re a competitive person or not it’s for science

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i like when sam gets hurt because its hot and i like when dean gets hurt because i hate him (and also its hot)

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This is so cute I’m giggling and kicking my feet oh my god

𐙚⋆°｡⋆ love potion,

summary. you think dean might be hexed. because the way he's been acting... oh boy, it's nothing if not trouble.

pairing. dean winchester x witch!reader genre. giggling fluff

wordcount. 659

notes / warnings. lots of banter, mutual pining, and eventual confession

Dean is acting weird.

Not monster-under-the-bed weird, but like... are-you-drunk-before-noon weird.

You glance up from your herb jars as he leans against your kitchen counter, arms folded, grin lazy. He’s watching you like you hung the damn moon—and you would know, considering you’ve worked moon magic.

“Need help bottling those?” he asks, all honeyed voice and heavy eye contact.

You narrow your eyes. “No, I’ve got it.”

“Bet you do.” He winks. Winks.

You almost drop the jar of crushed lavender.

This has been happening for days. Dean showing up more than usual, sitting closer than necessary, throwing compliments like he’s trying to charm your apron off. You would’ve blamed it on the full moon, or maybe a succubus, if he hadn’t also brought you your favorite coffee two mornings in a row “just because.”

So either Dean Winchester is hexed... or he’s flirting.

Both are equally terrifying.

You slide the cork into the jar and set it down. “You feel okay?”

He arches a brow. “Yeah? Why?”

“You’re... different lately.”

He takes a step closer, and your pulse stumbles. “Different how?”

“You keep smiling at me.”

Dean snorts. “That’s illegal now?”

“You bought me a candle that smells like marshmallows and said it reminded you of me.”

“It does! Sweet. Warm. Makes me wanna light you up every night—okay that sounded dirtier than I meant.”

Your mouth drops open. “Dean!”

He just laughs, completely unbothered, and takes the seat across from you at the table.

“You’re hexed,” you declare, pointing a sage stick at him. “Or glamoured. Or—or possessed.”

“I’m not hexed.”

“You’re acting like a lovesick golden retriever.”

Dean leans back in the chair, arms spreading wide. “Maybe I am.”

You pause. Blink. Your heart tries to climb into your throat.

He watches your expression carefully. “You ever think... maybe I just like you?”

“That’s not funny.” You cross your arms, suddenly flustered.

“I’m not joking.” His voice goes softer now. “You really didn’t know?”

“No!” you say, maybe a little too loudly. “You flirt with everyone, Dean.”

“Yeah, but I mean it with you.”

You go quiet.

Dean leans forward again, serious now, elbows on the table. “You’re smart. You’re funny. You smell like cinnamon and whatever that protection charm is you always carry. You make potions and don’t even flinch when I walk in bleeding from a werewolf attack. You’re the first person I wanna see after a hunt. Hell, you’re the only one I’d let use a crystal on me without panicking.”

You try to breathe, but it’s stuck somewhere in your chest.

“I didn’t touch a cursed object,” he finishes. “I just finally got tired of pretending I don’t wanna be yours.”

The silence stretches, and your hands are shaking slightly in your lap.

“Dean…”

His smile is soft this time. “I’ll stop if you want. But I hope you don’t.”

You burst into a laugh—nervous and delighted. The kind of giggle that slips out before you can stop it, all fluttery and real.

“I thought you were cursed,” you admit, covering your face with your hands. “I almost put a grounding crystal in your boot.”

Dean laughs with you, easy and warm, then walks around the table and gently pulls your hands away from your face.

“Guess I’ve been cursed in a way,” he says, voice low. “Kinda crazy about a witch who makes my whole world feel less like a battlefield.”

You grin, cheeks hot. “That line’s terrible.”

“Did it work?”

You roll your eyes. “Maybe.”

His hand slips into yours. “Let me take you out. Real date. No demons. No ghosts. Just us.”

You squeeze his fingers. “Okay. But I’m still cleansing your aura just in case.”

Dean leans in, smirking. “As long as I get to kiss you,”

Your whole body feels like it’s buzzing, and when he does kiss you—soft, careful, a little breathless—you know with every fiber of your magically-inclined soul: this is definitely not a hex.

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This makes way too much sense for my book collection ( @agentsamwinchester @odysseus-bigtoe as well as anyone else)

thank you for tagging me @cherrybear712!! 🫶🏻 the reading color quiz was super cool! i got yellow!

also love the book reqs (and the reference to the nanny lol)

i'm tagging @the-best-hufflepuff3 @jazajas @moth-murdock-main/ @moth-murdock and anyone else who wants to give this a try! 🫶🏻

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𓆩♡𓆪 Aqua. Twenty one. MDNI. SPN based.

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Sam: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup?

Dean: The afterlife, I guess.

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15x18 if it didnt suck

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The moment you go silent and start staring at them is a moment that you realize “oh shit.. I really do like them.” Because you’re finally looking at one of the things that truly makes you happy and smile.

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i miss sastiel so fucking baddddd i need to finish supernatural :(

LIKE CMONNNN!!!!!! BE FOR REAL!!!!!! they are so in love i cant fuckinf take it

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I’m begging yall to look at all the tags on here they’re making me cackle so hard oml 😭🙏