#castiel imagine
What will life be like after supernatural?
I don’t remember a life before spn, it’s literally become a part of my life and I’m gonna miss it terribly much. I can only imagine what Jared, Jensen, Misha, and the rest of the cast will feel like once its over. But one thing’s for sure, even after the show will be over, this family will live on. The song carries on.
Me: I’m a strong independent woman i aint gonna cry because of nothin
Supernatural: *carry on my wayward son plays on the series finale for the very last time*
Me: *shatters into a million pieces*
One last year…
One last season…
One last round for the Winchesters…
Supernatural is coming to an end.
last of sam winchester
last of dean winchester
last of castiel
last of jack
last of these dorks
goodbye, team free will
Castiel x reader, where she is the youngest Winchester and they keep their relationship secret till one day, they think Dean and Sam left but they’re really spying on them.
Slightly different from the request but same premise. I never get Cas imagines usually only Dean and a few Sam so this was fun.
“So.. I think we have to go speak to the store manager again, he’s holding something back” Sam spoke to you, your brother Dean and Cas as you all sat around the motel room. You had been working a case together in Texas, and reaching a whole bunch of dead ends.
“Good plan. y/n? Cas? You coming?” Dean asked.
“No I think me and Cas should hang back, do some more research at home.” You looked over at Cas who was sitting on the edge of the bed, giving him a mischievous smirk that neither of your brothers could see.
Within 5 minutes the boys had changed into their suits and left the apartment. As soon as the door closed behind them, you left your post at the kitchen table and walked towards Cas. His face lit up with a smile as he saw you jump towards the bed, landing on your back while pulling him down by the arm. You both rolled over to face each other. Cas placed a gentle hand on your face, tucking a lose piece of hair behind your ear.
“How long will they be gone?” He asked
“Long enough” You replied before sloppily crashing your lips into Castiel’s and began to pull his coat off him.
Sam and Dean were driving down the road at Dean’s usual, way-over-speed-limit speed, when he suddenly slammed on the breaks.
“Whats wrong?” Sam asked as he sat back in his chair after he was jolted forward by Deans questionable choice to floor the breaks when going 90mph.
“I forgot my phone. Better go back in case we get split up”
“Dude you gave me whiplash because you forgot your phone?” Sam yelled.
“Buckle up next time Sammy” Dean laughed at his brother, before speeding off in the other direction back towards the motel.
They got out of the impala and walked towards the door, Sam was about to open it when Dean stopped him.
“Listen” he held his hand up in front of Sam to stop him walking any further. When they heard the sex noises coming from the room, they both gagged, and started to walk away, knowing it was their baby sister in there. That was until they heard you scream your partners name.
“Cas!” You moaned on the other side of the motel wall.
“Cas!?” Dean yelled, body filling with rage as he kicked the door down.
You scrambled up off the angel when you heard the door coming down, and screamed when your brother walked in. Cas pulled his boxer shorts up quickly and jumped off the bed. Dean charged towards Cas, reaching for his gun in the back of his trousers and started squaring up to him. Cas kept backing up until he couldn’t reverse anymore and he crashed into the kitchen table where Dean grabbed his face.
“Get off!” You screamed at your brother, you looked at Sam for help who was still standing in the doorway in shock. Dean let go of Cas’ face and punched him despite your yelling to leave him alone. Dean started yelling at him, telling him he was an animal, a predator. Cas stood there and took it, until Dean grabbed the angel blade out of his blazer pocket. Something in Cas must’ve snapped, because all of a sudden Dean was pined up on the kitchen wall unable to move. Cas walked towards your oldest brother and looked him in the eyes.
“You don’t get to barge in here like a neanderthal and dictate who she can be with.” Cas spoke sternly, Dean tried to open his mouth to defend himself but Cas silenced him.
“We love each other. And neither of you will come between that” he pointed at both brothers. “Now get back to your case.” Cas let Dean down and after a few more threats from Dean they left again, and Cas sat back down on the bed where you were sitting.
“God that was horrible. I wish they didn’t find out this way” You sighed, Cas put his arm around you and pulled you into a cuddle.
“Sorry if I was too harsh on them” Cas apologised.
“No I know what Dean is like, he needed that” You laughed. “Plus watching you get all angry and take control like that was all kinds of hot” You smirked. Cas rolled over onto his side whilst pushing you on your back and began picking up where you had just left off.
Supernatural:
- Party together
- Dean makes fun of Cas
- Positive pregnancy test
- Someone touched your butt
- a ghost kills virgins and you’re one
- Screaming at your favourite TV character
- They make fun of your injuries
- Traffic light
- Paper Rock Scirrors
- Fast, high voice
- Freaking out
- Angry leaving
- Driving the Impala
- Dinner
- Hunt on your own
- Zombie apocalypse
- They stand in front of your door after 5 years
- Passed out
- Old town
- Perks of working in an old dinner
- Dean asks Sam after your date
- Being the technic crack
- Yelling
- They need your help
Dean Winchester:
- You’re a police officer and he flirts with you
- Disco date
- Stressful night
- Favourite beer and apologize
- Inner monologue
- Halloween
- He sneaks into your house
- Positive pregnancy test
- Favourite bar
- Joining the shower
- More physically
- You reject him
- True gentleman
- Bad past
- Adorable idiot
- Keep calm
- First love
- You’re a witch and need help
- Family dinner gone bad
- Crush on him
- Break up
- Sleeping on your couch
- Wake up call
- He scared you
- If it’s worth it
- Worry
- You need a drink
- Injuries
- Unconscious
- Sexy surprise
- Back from hell
- Dress
- Late night swim
- ‘Christo’
- When you get your ring
- Wedding dress
- Kidnapped
- Undercover surprise
- ‘Single Ladies’
- Next to you
- Meeting Dean for the first time
- Late night talk
- He wants to look good for you
- Staying in the car
- Shift at the dinner
- Biggest fight
- Serious
- He takes care of your baby
- He should follow you into the shower
- He catches you
- You lost your baby
- Screaming
- Stressed
- Wedding church
- T-Shirt from your daughter
- He got arrested
- Holy water test
- You stayed at home
- They hunt you, but Dean leaves
- Oneshot:Revenge
- Nervous
- You can’t lose him
- Even in a stupid fight
- Research
- Thriller
- First times
- Naked
- Flirting
- Telling him you love him
- You like him
- Always asleep
- He eats your food
- What he loves in details
- He thought you were dead for 3 years
- Shy
- You know nothing about him
- He watches you
- Ultrasound image
- Fights
- Hot guy from the bar
- Favourite beer
- Bursting out
- First real date
- Dentist
- Marriage isn’t a bad idea
- Beside you
- Lying
- Getting his attention
- Undercover in a bar
- Intense eye contact
- Acting strange
- He sees your child for the first time
- Interrupting him
- Planning your wedding
- You’re alone and hear a noise
- If he really loves you
- Empty pie
- Cooking
- Getting drunk with Dean
- He blames himself for your injuries
- He’s afraid to confess his love
- Dispute
- Teasing him
- Car crash
- Demon Dean
- Mad
- He meets your abusive father
- Singing
- Something is wrong
- He stalks your tablet
- His problems
- Stubborn
- His father could kick his ass
- Old photos
- The moment you fell in love
- Permission
- Letting him wait
- Underwear
- Destroyed clothes
- Talking about old times
- Kidnapped by a demon
- Labour
- Hexed by a witch
- Staying with him
- Telling him you love him
- Hunting flirt
- Parents
- Your best friend is a vampire
- One Shot: That’s what you need to know
- Overprotective father
- Your son only talks to Dean
- Silent treatment
- Baby is coming?
- Terrible father
- Flirting
Sam Winchester:
Castiel:
I really didn’t know where to go with this so I just ended it. Feel free to add onto it and make a part two, just make sure to tag me so I can see it! Anyway, I hope you all are having a great day/night and I want you to all know that you’re beautiful and worth it.
Word Count: 515
Sweat dripped down your chest as you plunged your blade into the heart of the werewolf.
You heaved, looking over at the long-haired man that was tied up across the room. You walked over to him, kneeling down beside him. As you gently shook him you heard a groan.
“Hey? Are you okay?” You spoke softly. The man jumped and sucked in a sharp breath.
“Don’t freak out. I’m here to help.”
He looked at you with wide blinking eyes and nodded.
“Is it dead?”
You nodded and took out your pocket knife, cutting him loose. You knew what came next, the talk. No matter how many times you had to do it, it never got any easier. Knowing that you could be possibly ruining someone’s life.
“Ok this is going to sound unbelievable and you might think I’m crazy but my name is Y/f/n and I hunt monsters-“
“My brother? Where is he?” He shrugged off what you had just said like it was nothing.
“Your brother?”
He nodded trying to get up, but you held him down. He looked up at you, surprised you had the strength to hold down a man of his stature.
“I’ll find him, where did you see him last?” You asked him, really hoping to find this mystery brother okay and our of harm’s way.
You were taken by surprise as the man gently grabbed your arm but he was interrupted as a loud bang came from outside the barn. You grabbed your gun from your waistband and gave the guy a look you were hoping he understood, which he apparently did, because he slunk back down in his place on the ground.
You stalked your way over to the door, keeping your gun raised. But you found yourself lowering it when the door opened and you saw a familiar face. You had traded out your gun for your fist as it connected with his face.
He looked up at you with confusion.
“Y/n?” You looked up at him, as he towered over your frame.
“Dean.” You huffed. “You’re the brother?”
His expression immediately shifted. “You know where Sam is, where is he?” He rushed out.
You rolled your eyes at him and lead him over to the secluded corner of the barn where Sam had been tied up. As soon as Dean caught sight of his brother he ran over to him dropping him to his knees.
“Sam, Sammy? Can you hear me?” You stood behind Dean as he shook Sam awake.
Sam eventually woke up and had gotten himself to stand up. But Dean was still being his overprotective self. You could tell Sam wasn’t crazy about his brother still holding him up, especially because he could hold his own.
Sam had hoisted himself into Dean’s car and shut the door. You took this as an opportunity bring up that past. You knew why Dean was so confused when he had seen you for the first time in forever. You could recall back when you were the little innocent Y/n you had been for so long.
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* Lots of cuddling
* Sams the big spoon
* Sometimes you lay on his chest and he plays with your hair
* You love his hair
* Intense laughing fits
* Working out together
* Going on runs together
* Dean is disgusted by both
* You guys reading books together
* Seriously, it’s like you guys have your own book club
* It’s cliche but, massive bear hugs
* He holds your head in his hand and hugs you till you can’t breathe
* You’re his main priority on hunts
* Playing with his hair mindlessly
* Dean didn’t always like you
* He thought you would be another Ruby
* He was happily proved wrong and loves you like a sister
* You scratching his back
* His hand is always on your leg
* Top of head kisses
* Forehead kisses
* Light barely touching kisses
* Intense deep kisses
* Sparring
* When you get frustrated at something he lets you explode
* Sometimes you pound on his chest
* Eventually he grabs your hands and hugs you
* Angry sex
* Rough sex
* Sam is crazy dominate
* “Mine”
* He loves gripping your hips (just enough for bruises) while he pounds into you
* You waking each other up for morning sex
* Dean hates it
* You guys are loud
* He’s not so much overprotective as he is over worried
* You wearing his shirts to bed
* “Gn Y/n, I love you.”
* Goodnight kisses
Imagine: Spending Valentine’s day with Sam.
Word Count: 765
Warning: Smut, Oral (Female Receiving), slight D and S
You opened your eyes, the sun pouring in as soon as you did. You groaned, trying to roll over onto Sam’s chest; keyword trying. You were met with an empty bed.
“Sam?” You called as you wrapped the sheets around you, dragging them with you along the hall as you walked. You didn’t have to worry about Dean seeing you in only a thin sheet because he was out for his favorite holiday, ‘unattached drifter Christmas’.
As you roamed the halls you could smell the smell of bacon becoming stronger and stronger.
You called his name again and listened for a response.
“In here.” He called from the kitchen. When you walked in you smiled. There he was, shirtless, in grey sweats, cooking breakfast. His hair was still a little messy but you didn’t mind, you thought he looked good with it like that. Your eyes wandered over to his toned abdomen, then to his pants. You bit your lip mindlessly, those sweats left nothing to the imagination.
You were only drawn out of your thought because Sam had placed your breakfast down in front of you. The food looked absolutely amazing. “Thank you, babe.” You smiled as you looked up at him. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing your fork and digging in. Sam was a wonderful cook, hell he was a wonderful everything. But his scrambled eggs were something that could never be matched.
Your death grip on the sheet that was covering you had slowly softened until you completely forgot about it. Sam cleared his throat and you looked up, taking a break from eating your breakfast. He nodded his head at you and you looked down, your whole top front was exposed.
“Not that I don’t enjoy the view but Dean will be home soon.” He said, taking a sip of his coffee and smiling, slightly clenching his jaw; god did you love it when he did that. You just chuckled, getting ready to take advantage of the morning. “Oh, I don’t think he’ll be home for a couple hours.” You smiled looking over at him. He almost choked on his coffee as you stood up, completely forgetting the sheet at your ankles. You watched as he shifted in his chair, so he was now facing you.
“Y/n.” He warned. You knew what you were doing, though. If you kept at this hopefully he would just fuck you right on the kitchen table. “What?” You asked innocently, running your hands along your body. You stopped at your breasts, thumbing your nipple. He shifted in his chair once again, this time he moved his legs closer together.
“Stop.” He spoke in a tone, it wasn’t one that you could explain but you could tell you were getting to him. Just the look he gave you alone was making you wet.
You never broke eye contact with him as you brought your hand down to your pussy.
“Oh Sammy.” You moaned
That was all it took before he was out of his chair and grabbing you by the waist. “Oh, Y/n. I’m going to make you regret you did that.”
You smiled up at him before desperately going for his lips. You kissed him with a bruising force. It was all so hot.
He suddenly pulled away. With his hands still on your hips he backed you up onto the table. Your knees caught on the edge and forced you to sit down. He kissed, more like sucked, a trail down to your pussy.
You looked down at him and he made eye contact with you.
“Please Sammy.” You barely got to finish before his mouth attacked your clit. You cursed under your breath as he sucked your cunt. You squirmed under his bruising touch, but he held your hips down. His tongue licked and swirled making it hard for you to contain yourself. Your moans became ragged as you neared your edge. Sam stopped only for a moment.
“Hold it.”
You didn’t think you could, and you were right. White dots exploded behind your eyelids and the coil that was tightening in your stomach was finally about to release.
“Sam I can’t” And with just those words you came undone beneath him.
Sam stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You lightly smirked at Sam, you had disobeyed him. You knew what happens when you don’t listen to him.
“I want you on the bed, ass up in 15 seconds.” He snarled, his eyes raking over your body one more time.
“Yes, sir.”
Here’s a little dean edit I made my insta is @sinfulsxm if anyone is wondering
Imagine: Going out with your friend to celebrate when you meet Soulless Sam at a bar.
Word Count: 789
Warnings: Implied smut, pervy guy, language
You and your best friend had decided to go out tonight to celebrate her recent job promotion. You guys had met up at your house so you could get ready.
You had just finished putting on your cherry red lipstick when she walked out of the bathroom with her purse in hand. “Ready?” She asked, you nodded grabbing your jacket and heading out. You guys got in your car and headed to the closest bar.
When you walked into the crowded place you were instantly hit with the smell of alcohol and sweat. The music blared so loud the bartender could barely hear what you were saying. You had ordered two beers while your friend wandered off to talk with guys.
You grabbed your drinks from the overly friendly bartender and walked over to your best friend, who was currently surrounded by a bunch of people. She had taken off her jacket and had pulled down her tank top a little. She was your best friend and you loved her, she loved attention just as much and it made you laugh. It was fun to watch. Although you didn’t see why she had to try, she was already really pretty.
“Hey, Y/n! Over here.” She said waving you over. You walked over and handed her a drink and looked at the guys she was talking to, there were 5 there. One of them was really tall and kept staring at you. His gorgeous eyes were dead, kind of like a fish. You smiled up at him lightly, and you watched as his eyes trailed over your body.
As time went on, finally the group had weeded out to just you and the tall guy, whose name you had learned to be Sam. Your friend had left with some guy named Jason and you too had eventually left the group, walking back over to the bar to order another drink. As you walked away you swayed your hips, being sure to catch Sam’s attention. You could his feel eyes on you every time you moved, and you chuckled lightly to yourself.
“Can I get another one?” You asked the guy. He looked at you for a second. “Can I get your name?” He asked smirking a little. You smiled kindly.
“Depends. Why do you want it?” You asked, looking the guy over.
“Because I want to know who’s gonna be screaming my name later.”
You scoffed. “Yeah sorry, buddy, not here for that.”
He chuckled, “Stop playing hard to get.”
“Can I have my beer now?” You asked holding out your hand. Instead, he grabbed your arm and pulled you really close. “Listen to me, I’m gonna bang you whether you want to or not.” His hot breath slapped you in the face.
He suddenly dropped your hand and looked straight behind you. You turned around and was met with someone’s chest.
“What the hell did you just say?” The tall guy said, cocking his head to the side, smirking as he spoke. The bartender backed up practically throwing your beer at you before bolting to the other side of the bar.
You smiled at Sam and he sat down next to you.
“Thank you for that.” You said, smiling at him. He nodded his head
“No problem.” He said staring at you. You looked at him, he was so, well, beautiful. There was really no other way to put it. You leaned forward a little folding your arms under your breasts so they caught his attention.
“What do you say you and I go blow off a little steam?” He asked, as his eyes raked over your body once more.
You pulled your jacket back on as Sam put his jeans back on. You looked in the mirror, checking out all the purple and red marks he had left on your neck.
“Just so you know this was a no strings attached thing.” He said grabbing his jacket. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and turned around to face him.
“Thank god, I thought you were one of those, we fucked once and now I think I’m in love kind of guys.”
He looked at you and started walking forward until he was right behind you. “How ‘bout we go for round two just to make sure?” He said while biting the already reddened skin. You moaned and turned around catching his lips with yours.
After that, there was one time Sam had stopped by again, but this time he was different. It was all the little things that were different about him, like his eyes. He was nicer and with another guy…. but that doesn’t mean you guys didn’t hook up later.
I wrote this and it kind of went in an off direction so I had to pull it back, please excuse if it gets a little messy. Don’t forget to send me requests.
Imagine Request: Hey hey! Can I req. a Dean one-shot, where he is very nervous to propose to R ( who is his long-time best friend, a powerful natural witch, and BAMF huntress) because Amara is on the loose. The thing is: Sam is pining for R as well, though he knows he can never be with her as Dean is. That still doesn’t make him any less devastated when he hears about Dean’s wish to finally propose before it’s too late for him, but he still encourages his brother to take that step while he still can.
Word Count: 1283
It felt like someone had stabbed Sam through the heart and twisted the knife. Dean was finally going to do it, propose to the love of his life. You and Dean had been together for years, and you had loved him for longer. The only problem was that you were the girl of Sam’s dream too. The difference was, that it wasn’t mutual. The younger Winchester had loved you for years, but his brother had gotten to you first.
“Do you think she’ll like it?” Dean asked nervously, showing their mothers ring. He just smiled and nodded.
“Yeah.” He breathed, looking down at the sparkling diamond. Dean looked down at the ring then back over to Sam. He was ecstatic. He didn’t know about his little brother’s feelings towards you, and Sam planned to keep it that way.
“It’s beautiful.” Sam spoke louder, clearing his throat and pushing his chair out from the table.
“I’m gonna go shower.”
He left Dean in the kitchen, staring in awe at the gorgeous ring that would soon be yours, hopefully.
You stood in the bathroom, brushing your teeth and humming along to a random tune. Dean had come in earlier and asked you to put on something fancy because you guys were going out. Which was odd. You and he never went on dates, well not real ones anyway.
You were torn between two shoes, a red pumps with a silver heel and a black bootie. You found your way to Sam’s room. You knocked on the door and waited for a ‘come in’. When you finally got it you walked in and plopped down on the bed next to him.
“Which?” You asked, motioning to the two different shoes on your feet. He just looked over at you. God, you were gorgeous. The way you tucked your hair behind your ear, or the way you smiled at him when he finally gave you his opinion.
“The red? Really? You don’t think they look a little, well, slutty?” You asked. They were kind of tall, but they did made your legs look great.
“If you think they look slutty then why do you own them?” He asked, chuckling. You just smiled and shrugged. They were really pretty, just not your usual style. They were quite a far cry from your beat up combat boots.
You gave Sam a quick hug and thanks before leaving the room.
You met Dean in your guys’ room and smiled at him. Damn, he looked good.
“Wow.” You both said simultaneously. He smiled at you and reached out for your hand, which you gladly took; and he led you to the impala.
Dean was nervous, you could tell. He had let you pick the music and the whole ride to the dinner he had bounced his leg up and down. And on top of that he had made reservations for a restaurant that had nothing under 20 dollars.
After you guys had finished eating, Dean had ordered dessert. When the waiter came back with it he lightly touched your shoulder and you could see Dean tense up, not from jealousy but from nervousness. You gave him a small smile.
He set the dessert down on the table in front of you and you grabbed a spoon, getting ready to go to town. When you looked down at it your breath was taken away. There on the plate in nice cursive letters written in chocolate sauce said.
Will you marry me?
You looked up at Dean who was now holding an opened box with an absolutely stunning ring inside.
“Y/n. you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You make me a better person. When I first met you I was a broken mess who was sure that the light at the end of the tunnel was hellfire. But now, I have no idea what it is. I know it’s not heaven because heaven is right here with you. And I don’t know if we’ll even be alive by the end of this week so” He took a deep breath and dropped to the floor on one knee.
“Will you marry me?”
You were stunned and didn’t know what to say.
“Yes.” You breathed, tears forming in your eyes. You were beyond happy, you got to marry the love of your life. Cheers could be heard from tables around you guys as he slid the ring onto your finger.
“It’s beautiful.” Was all you could say, the way the light captured it took your breath away.
“It was my mom’s.” He smiled, staring at you. He watched as you stared at the ring and then back to him.
“I love y-“ You were cut off as glass shattered all around you. The windows had exploded behind you. Dean looked over at you, giving you an ‘are you okay’ look, and you nodded.
“Oh Dean.” You heard a familiar voice say. You looked up from your bloody hands to reveal Amara. She was waltzing through the tables, looking for you guys. Dean grabbed your hand and you slid underneath a nearby booth. You heard screams of terror as she made her way through the restaurant, killing people as she walked.
You couldn’t take it anymore, hearing her murder innocent people. You knew you were no match for her but you could at least distract her while Dean helped people out of the restaurant.
You took off your heels and looked over to Dean who was looking around before he caught your gaze.
“Get these people out of here. I love you.” You didn’t give him a chance to respond as you slid out from underneath the booth.
“Hey bitch!” You screamed, getting her attention. Amara looked over to you, smirking.
“Y/n. Nice ring” She said menacingly. You waved your hand at her, throwing her against the wall with your magic. You didn’t give her an opportunity to react as you picked her up again and held her in the air. Your magic flared with your emotions so when you were angry, so you had a chance to win.
You looked around briefly, seeing Dean usher people out of the back exit. Bad mistake. She took this as an opportunity to break free from your hold. You could feel the crushing weight of her power on your throat as she choked you.
“Amara!” Dean yelled. She turned around towards him dropping you from her invisible grasp and she looked over to Dean, smiling.
“You say we have some kind of connection, well if you care about me at all, let Y/n go.” He spoke shakily. Dean and you were worse than Dean and Sam. Monsters knew you were his weak spot, and so did Amara. She looked over at you for a second and you felt yourself being able to breathe again.
You didn’t listen to what Dean and Amara were saying, instead you searched for your gun, a knife, anything that would do anything to her. You looked over to the table where you and Dean had been hiding. Your heels.
You held out your hand and drifted the heel towards you. You looked down at the shoe, saying a quick chant over them before making your way over to God’s sister.
Dean watched as you scrambled to get up, high heel in hand and he gave a subtle confused look. Amara didn’t notice as you snuck up behind her. With one swift motion you plunged the shoe deeply into her neck. She didn’t even give a chance to attack because within seconds she became a heaping pile of dust on the floor.
The spell wouldn’t last forever, just long enough for you and Dean to go back to the bunker and tell Sam everything that had happened, including your new ring. You knew he would be beyond happy for you.
This was an idea I originally had for Sam but I felt like it fit Dean so much better, so here this is. I actually am not mad at it and I really like the plot. It reminded me a lot of the 100 (I’m not gonna say any spoilers but…) This is very angsty, if you couldn’t tell. There is kinda a twist thingy that I added in here. I was thinking about doing a part two but I’m not sure yet.
Imagine: You becoming more and more reckless on hunts and Dean getting angry at you.
Word Count: 781
The hunt had gone south, fast. It was as if the demons knew you were coming. You had been captured by a couple and they held you and the brothers hostage in a windowless room.
Sam and Dean were on the opposite side of you with demons on either side of them. And you, you had a demon holding a knife to your throat. You couldn’t help but laugh. Sam and Dean stared at you, not with confusion, but with fear. You had a knife to your throat and you were laughing.
They weren’t that surprised though. In the past month they had watched you get more reckless, more suicidal, and it scared the hell out of them. Dean especially. He worried so much about you, you were after all his girlfriend.
“If you’re gonna do it, then do it.” You chuckled, earning a death stare from Dean and a frown from Sam. The only reason they hadn’t tried to fight their way out was that your life was at stake, and they weren’t sure if you’d join them in the fight.
“You better watch that pretty mouth of yours or I just might.” The demon spoke in response, gripping you closer to him.
You watched as the boys’ faces turned from panic to relief.
A bright light showered the room and the grip on you was released. You watched coldly as demons dropped 1 by 1 by Cas’ hand
You looked at both the brothers before turning on your heal and walking out to the impala. You waited a good 5 minutes till the Winchesters came out of the shabby rundown house. You prepared yourself for the hour long talk you were bound to get about why you should be ‘more careful’ and how you had been ‘unbelievably reckless’ lately. You didn’t understand. It was your life. Why did they care so much what you did with it?
The driver side to the impala slammed close and you looked up from your twiddling thumbs. The ride home was surprisingly quiet, save Sam’s constant shuffling in his seat. When you pulled up to garage in the bunker Dean got out as quickly as he possibly could and slammed his door once again.
Sam looked back at you and gave you a quick sympathetic smile. You returned it and got out of the car, following Dean’s footsteps. They led you to the library. He sat there with his hands firm on the table.
“Dean, are you good?” You asked as you walked a little closer to him, being sure to stop a couple feet away. Dean was angry, you could tell. But it wasn’t the loud, throwing things anger; it was the quiet calm anger which with him, was by far scarier. It took a lot to make him like this, you knew you had majorly pissed him off but you wondered why it bothered him so much. You wondered why it didn’t bother you at all
He didn’t answer, instead he stared at you, coldly.
“Really?” Was all he said as he stood up from the table. You just shrugged at him.
“What?”
“Don’t what me, you know what.” His voice was low and deep. The kind of tone that would usually send shivers down your spine.
“What do you want me to say, Dean? It’s my life.”
He just stared at you. Is that what you really thought, that it was your life so you could do whatever you wanted. Things didn’t work that way anymore, not since Dean, not since you had gotten people who cared about you. Family.
“But that’s just it Y/n. It isn’t just your life anymore. Your decisions affect me andSam and they could easily get you killed. With your-“ He paused, as he tried to find the right words to say.
“With your laughing. Do you not care about what happens to you?” He asked, looking deep into your eyes. You didn’t know what it was, but lately you had wanted to feel something, anything. Whether it was guilt, happiness or fear, you really didn’t care. But you never did. Ever since you came back from hell you didn’t feel anything.
What came out of your mouth wasn’t what you wanted to say but it was exactly what you wanted to say at the same time.
“No, I really don’t Dean. So cut your losses because I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about what happens to me.” You watched his lips went into a tight line and he looked down.
When he looked back up tears were visible in his eyes.
“Okay.” He whispered.
You still didn’t feel anything as his eyes dropped from yours and he walked past you, leaving you standing alone in the library.
Ok so this is smut, and its pretty long . Its only my second time writing smut but I actually love how this turned out. And can we talk about this fucking gif. Message me with more requests :)
Imagine: You and Dean searching for soulless Sam but when you get home you get a big surprise
Word Count: 2745
Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Unprotected sex, Oral (Female receiving)
Sam x Reader
Ever since Sam had become soulless and disappeared, you had become more cautious. More aware. Every time you had to walk in the dark, you constantly checked behind you. Whenever you got home, you made sure that all your doors and windows were locked. To put it lightly you lived in constant dread.
Sure,Sam would never hurt you, but this wasn’t Sam, at least not the one you knew. He wasn’t the loving compassionate man you had grown so fond of. Instead, he was full of hatred, mercilessness and lust, not a shred of compassion to be seen. It wasn’t any secret that you missed the old him, the real him; but the real bitch was that you didn’t just miss Sam. You loved him.
So when you figured out his soul had been left in hell, you didn’t know what was going to happen, but this certainly wasn’t it.
You had just got off the phone with Dean when you walked into your apartment building. He was pretty worried about Sam. He wanted to find him and fix him before he did something irreversible.
As soon as you walked into your apartment you locked the door behind you and walked to your bedroom. It had been a stressful day, and as if your everyday life wasn’t hectic enough, there had been talk of a ‘long haired, outrageously tall man’ brutally assaulting a police officer. You and Dean were sure that it was Sam, and he was getting sloppier, which wasn’t a good thing. If you guys could pin that on him than so could the police, and that was the last thing you needed.
Once you entered your room you took off your shirt and walked over to the dresser by the window. You had to get changed into more ‘athletic’ clothes, as you and the older Winchester were going out to look for Sam, yet again.
You grabbed a shirt from the drawer and threw it on. You looked out of the window to the full moon, just now realizing that the curtains had been left open. You sighed and shut them, hoping that there was no perv outside that had watched you.
Sam looked up into your window, watching as you took off your shirt and he smirked to himself. He had always thought that you had a good body, but it was always covered by pesky layers of clothing, but now that he had seen you, fully, he had no complaints. He watched as surprise took over you features and you slid the curtains shut. He knew there was no way you could see him through the dark, but he couldn’t help but slide a little lower into his seat.
He had been following you, watching you for a while now. He knew your schedule, all your habits. He knew how you locked the door behind you when you got home. How you double checked to make sure that the windows were latched, and most of all, he noticed how frightened you were. It made him, well, excited, knowing that he had so much power over you.
Sam watched as you left your apartment, looking over your shoulder with each step you took towards your car.
He waited a good couple of minutes before tailing you. He wondered where you were going, even though he had a hunch that you were going out looking for him. But he knew you’d never do it alone, which brought Dean into the equation.
He watched as you pulled up to an old park and got out.
You got out of your car and paced back and forth, waiting for Dean to pull up. You heard the roar of his engine and some loud old rock and your head snapped up.
“Dean.” You smiled as you walked over to him and he gave you a bear hug.
“Anything new in the hour since we’ve talked?” He asked, finally releasing you from his embrace.
You shook you head and looked down.
Dean knew about your feelings towards his little brother. And he loved the thought of you two being together, but he also knew how stubborn you were. Sam liked you too, the only difference was that he was too closed to express it, and even if he did, you would be stupidly blind to it. But then again, that was the old Sam. The new one would probably not even give you a second glance… not that it mattered to you, but still.
Since you knew Sam had been spotted in the area you had decided to sweep the whole town.
You guys began walking, and Dean looked over at you. He could see how tired you were due to lack of sleep, he could also see the sadness in your eyes and it broke his heart. You were like a little sister too him and he loved you. He hated seeing you like this, sure he was going through the same thing, but you had just recently gotten thrown into this life and he had had years to build up a thick skin to it.
Dean stopped abruptly and turned to you.
“Y/n, you don’t have to do this. Go home, get some sleep.” He sighed, lowering his gun. At this point you had also stopped.
“And what? Make you do this by yourself.” He sighed again, still looking at you. The street lamp illuminated your features. He could see that you were serious, arguing with you at this point would just be pointless. He just nodded and let out a simple okay.
You had searched almost every inch of the town except for a little area that no one really went, save a couple drug dealers. Dean gave you a ‘let’s just get this over with’ look and you chuckled.
Sam sat in the dark alleyway, watching as you and Dean poked around, guns raised. You were so close to finding him, yet he knew that you wouldn’t. Something inside screamed to just come out of his spot and make himself known, solely to see the looks on your guys’ face. He wondered how you would feel to know that he was under your nose the whole time. Just your reaction alone was almost enough to make him do it, but he restrained himself.
Dean had turned around and started walking back to his car but you had lingered. You found yourself staring at a particularly dark spot in the alley, you couldn’t bring yourself to shine your flashlight at it. You knew that even if it was Sam you weren’t sure that you wanted to find him.
When you entered your apartment and flicked the lights on, your heart skipped a beat. You looked over at the corner chair and there was Sam, sitting there smirking at you.
You sucked in a breath. You were frozen, you wanted to reach for your gun hidden in your waistband but you couldn’t. He still sat there, watching as you backed yourself up.
Now he was standing, inching closer with each passing second. His eyes were locked with yours. You wanted so badly to run, to call Dean, to do anything but just stand there.
He stopped about three feet in front of you and he dropped his eyes to your body, briefly stopping at your chest. He smiled as he thought about what he had seen earlier. How perfect you looked without clothes on, how delicious you probably tasted.
A million questions raced through your mind. Why was he here? What was he going to do to you? Did he need something? You finally found your voice and spoke up, making Sam’s eyes snap back up to yours.
“Why?” Was all you could muster. You found yourself staring back at him, his eyes were lifeless. The Sam you knew was gone and it broke you. You weren’t scared of him as much as you were scared around him; he made you vulnerable, he made you weak.
He studied you. He noticed how you shrunk lower against the wall as he towered over you, he also noticed how small pools could be seen forming in your eyes.
“Y/n.” He stepped closer to you and you backed away.
For a split second you swear you could see his eyes soften. But before you could even be sure he had grabbed your hand and flipped you flush against him.
Sam knew he couldn’t talk to you face to face, he might crack. He had worked so hard to forget you, but you wouldn’t stop poking around. Looking for him.
Talking like this was easier.
You could feel his hot skin flush against yours.
You wanted to push him away, to do anything but let him continue but you didn’t. Instead your body took over and you leaned against him. You wanted him. No you wanted Sam, and this wasn’t Sam.
“This isn’t you.” You mumbled. Sam now had his lips trailing along your neck. It felt so good but you wanted, no, you needed him to stop. You knew you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself if he went on. But you didn’t do anything, you let just him continue.
“Oh, it is me Y/n. The better me.” He smiled, leaving wet light kisses by your ear. You shuddered against him, his hot breath left shivers running through you.
“Sam, you shouldn’t be here.” You breathed. He chuckled and brought his hand up to your throat, squeezing lightly.
“What? You gonna call my brother?” He lightly sucked on your neck, smiling against your neck as you squirmed.
“You know I’ve been following you for weeks?” He chuckled yet again. You rolled your head against his shoulder, granting more access for his wondering lips.
You didn’t answer, you didn’t want him to hear the wanting in your voice. It did scare you that he was following you, hell, he had probably watched you change in your window. But all of that only made you grow wetter.
He gabbed your hips and grinded himself against you.
“You know, I’ve wanted you for the longest time.”
He grabbed your hips once again and spun you around. This time his lips melted into yours. This all felt so wrong but it was something you needed, something you craved. You had wanted this for the longest time and now that it was all actually happening it felt so surreal. The only downside was that this was all happening with soulless Sam and not the sweet, loving, caring lumberjack that you loved. The bright side was, that this was going to be some absolutely mind blowing sex.
You gasped as he bit your bottom lip and you smiled. Admittedly you kind of liked this side of him. It wasn’t something you were proud of, but then again, you weren’t proud that you were letting him do this, but you went on anyway. You felt kind of guilty. Dean was out looking for his little brother worried sick, and here you were about to get fucked by him.
The kiss was bruising. So full of lust and passion at the same time it made your head spin.
You pulled away and looked up at him. He turned his head to the side.
“God I love that face.” He murmured before picking you up and throwing you down on the bed.
He watched as you scrambled to sit up.
“Strip.” Was all he commanded, he watched as you got undressed.
You sat up on your knees and made eye contact before taking off your shirt. He watched as you slowly removed your bra. Your perky breasts hardened in the cold, and he smiled.
You noticed how his cock had hardened under his jeans and you smirked at him. A low groan could be heard from his throat as you ran your hands over your half-naked body. You maintained your guys’ eye contact and you pulled off your jeans.
“No panties?”
You bit your lip and shook your head. Sam made his way over to you, his jeans getting tighter by the second.
He stood in front of you and pulled you to the edge of the bed, before sinking to his knees.
“I’m going to make you feel so good Y/n.”
He locked eyes with you as he went down. He licked a line up your slit and he watched as you opened your legs wider, granting more access.
His fingers pumped in and out of you. He slowly lapped at your clit, alternating between licking and sucking. The sight of him going to town on your pussy alone, was enough to make you want to cum.
You’re breathing stuttered as he picked up a fast pace with both his fingers and his tongue. Your legs shook and you grabbed Sam’s hair with one hand and your boob in the other, gripping them hard. Pleasure ripped through you, and it was almost time for the tight coil in your stomach to spring free. You looked down to meet Sam’s dead eyes once again. He took this as an invitation to flick his tongue faster than he had before. This action made your back arch as you dissolved into ecstasy and your orgasm ripped through you.
“Fuck, Sam.” You panted. He kissed a line up from your pussy to your mouth. You could feel him smile against your lips. He suddenly pulled away and looked at you.
“Get up.” He smirked. You got up off the bed your legs felt like jelly but you pushed through it and stood in front of him. He looked at your body up and down before stripping off his shirt and unbuckling his pants. You couldn’t help but stare at the perfectly carved man in front of you. You absentmindedly bit your lip as you gawked at him and he smirked once again.
He turned you around so your back was flush against his and he bent you over. You placed your hands on the bed. Excitement tingled through you as you waited to be filled up by Sam. You were still trying to catch your breath when he rubbed his dick over your sensitive slit. You sucked in a sharp breath at the sudden contacts.
He slowly slipped his tip into you and you threw your head back. It hurt, but it felt so good.
“Oh Sam.” You gasped.
He took this as a green light to fill the rest of you up with himself. You winced and let out a moan through your closed lips and Sam smiled. He started out with a slow pace before working up to a fast one. You could barely contain yourself, you were a moaning mess. He felt so good inside you.
Sam leaned down and captured your throat in his hand, forcing you to stand up with him still pounding into you. He whispered things into your ear. His deep, orgasmic voice almost sent you over the edge. His voice was aphrodisiac all on its own.
“I want to hear you scream my name.” He groaned while pounding into you. You let out a loud moan in response and he released your throat. He moved his hand to your nipple while the other grasped your hip desperately. His lips stayed pressed against your neck, his hot breath made you tremble.
You could feel yourself coming undone under his touch. You screamed his name as your walls clenched around his throbbing dick. He buried his teeth into your shoulder and let out a grunt as he emptied himself into you.
As soon as he pulled out you found yourself collapsing onto the bed in front of you. You tried to catch your breath as Sam disappeared into the bathroom, reappearing with a towel moments later. He walked over and handed it to you.
You could hear heavy pants coming from his mouth. You always imagined sex with Sam to be heavenly but you had never thought it would be that animalistic and hot.
Sam had slipped on his jeans and he had thrown you yours. He walked over to your phone station and picked up a pen and paper.
“I’ll be here, you know, if you ever wanna do that again.” He smirked as he grabbed his shirt and threw it on. You took the piece of paper from his hand and read it. By the time you had looked up, he had left.
This went in an odd direction, it’s kinda cracky but it’s funny. It’s inspiration was this one scene in Grey’s Anatomy where Christina gets drunk
Imagine: You go out drinking with Dean and get absolutely hammered. Later Sam has to come get you and bring you home.
Word Count:794
It had been a very stressful day so when Dean suggested that you guys went out drinking you didn’t have any objections. In fact, you were excited. Usually you were the one to stay behind and just shower it off but today that was Sam. He said he was tired and needed to catch up on his much needed hours of sleep, and you didn’t blame him.
You put on your clothes for the night and glanced over at Sam, who had now taken his shirt off. His back muscles tensed as he reached forward to grab something off the counter.
“You know, I could just stay here.” You said as you hugged him from behind. His warm skin flush against yours. You could feel him chuckle.
“No, Y/n, go have fun. I’m probably just going to sleep as soon as you guys leave anyway.” You finally let go of him and he turned around, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“Alright, well, I love you.” You said, turning around to grab your jacket. You opened the door and stepped out. You walked down to Dean’s room and knocked on the door.
When you guys pulled up to the bar it was packed, with mostly motorcycles strewn throughout the parking lot. As soon as you walked in you smiled, it had been a while. No, you weren’t planning on getting so plastered that you couldn’t walk, but you did plan on letting loose a little.
Dean hurriedly searched for his phone. This was a situation he couldn’t handle by himself anymore.
There you were, drunk as hell, standing on a booth seat, screaming things like “There’s nothing to fear the hunters are here.” Dean had tried to get you down, multiple times, but you ended up pushing him away, or even tried to bite him. Now he understood why you didn’t drink.
Finally Dean had found his phone and he quickly dialed Sam’s number.
Sam woke up from the constant ringing coming from the other side of the room. He groggily got up, his hair was still a mess. He rubbed his eyes when he looked at the phone, why the hell was it so bright. He squinted, to finally see Dean’s name on the screen. He reluctantly answered.
“What?” Sam could hear the loud music in the background, along with a girl screaming.
“Dude, you need to come get Y/n.” Dean said, as he walked over to you.
Sam could hear what the screaming lady was saying. It was something about monsters and how everyone is safe because they are under control. He groaned to himself as he grabbed his jacket and opened the door. As he hung up, he could hear Dean lightly through the phone, “Y/n don’t.” And then a receiver click.
As Sam walked to the bar, he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to tame it a little. He finally opened the bar doors and the first thing he saw was your head peeking out of a booth. Dean had finally managed to get you down and to lay somewhere till Sam got there.
Your drunken self smiled as you saw Sam walking towards you.
“Hey, guys look, it’s my fiancé.” You grinned, putting emphasis on the ‘e’ at the end.
Sam sighed. “Y/n, I’m your husband.”
You paused for a second and your eyes got wide.
“Sam, you’re here. Come have a drink, Dean, let’s all get drinks.” You stumbled over your words.
Sam walked over to you, scooping you up in his arms.
“I think you’ve had enough.” Sam spoke. He watched as your head lolled to the side, damn you were plastered. He pushed open the door and started to walk you back to the room. Dean had decided to stay at the bar, and have some fun, less fun than you did.
Suddenly your head snapped up and you looked at Sam. You made a ‘come here’ motion with your hand and Sam bent down. You lifted your head up to his ear.
“You’re very pretty.” You spoke drunkenly as he pulled away, chuckling.
When you guys got to the room, Sam stripped off your clothes and put one of his shirts over you. He slid into bed beside you and fell asleep, again.
Light came pouring into the room, and you opened your eyes, immediately regretting it. You head pounded, it felt like someone had let a loose jackhammer in there.
“Oh my God.” You groaned.
You heard both the brothers’ chuckle.
Dean looked over at you and pointed to the two pills and the glass of water over by your bed.
“Those, are from the very pretty man.” He chuckled again, almost choking on his doughnut.
You looked at him confused.
“What?”
Since my old one stopped working I had to make a new one
Prompts
Supernatural
Dean
Sam
Cas
Teen Wolf
Stiles
The Originals
Elijah
The Vampire Diaries
Kai
Dating Kai Parker Would Include
Containment
Imagine: Sam overhearing you crying to Dean about how badly your relationship is falling apart.
Kinda angsty-ish then gets fluffy
Word Count: 887
Sam stormed off, leaving you in the library with tears in your eyes. You and Sam had been having fights lately, they weren’t big, in fact, they were a whole bunch of small things over the course of years that had just built up and exploded and spread out into the span of a month. You heard a door slam in the distance and you jumped. It sucked, seeing Sam broken, and not knowing what to do with the pieces. You were sure that he had noticed too, all of the smallest things would set him off; whether it was the cap of toothpaste not being screwed back on, or you taking too long of showers. It used to never be like this, you guys used to be happy.
You walked down the corridor and went into the kitchen. You still had red eyes and puffy cheeks but it didn’t matter, you knew Sam would still be in your guys’ room and wouldn’t be out until a little later, and Dean had gone to the store for some food. You entered the kitchen and grabbed a glass off the drying rack and filled it up with water. You were still sniffling as you sat down at the table, you still felt like you were going to cry but you didn’t want to. Crying made you feel weak, and that was not something you ever liked to feel. You took a sip of your water and looked down.
“You okay?” A voice spoke, you looked up to see Dean with grocery bags in hand.
“Yeah”
He walked over and set the bags down on the counter before walking back over to the table you were at and sat down
“What’s wrong?”
You shook your head, “It’s nothing.”
“Obviously it’s something, Y/n talk to me.” He said, smiling, his eyes were soft.
You paused, looking at Dean. He genuinely looked like he wanted to hear about your problems. It was no secret that you and Sam were having struggles, it woke the whole bunker up when you guys fought, but Dean had been quiet about it, save the sympathetic looks he would slip you whenever it got bad. You still talked to him about everything, leaving some things out.
Sam had taken a shower and cooled off. He dried himself off and slipped on some sweats and a shirt. He decided to go find you and apologize, or at least talk, hopefully without the yelling. He walked down the hall, checking the library then Dean’s room. He knew you guys were close and that you talked a lot. He came up empty in both rooms. He wandered back down the hall hearing your and Dean’s voice coming from the kitchen.
“I just don’t know if it’s worth it anymore.”
He heard your hoarse voice, he froze right around the corner of the door. Was she talking about their relationship?
“Y/n don’t say that. I have never seen two people more perfect for each other than you guys.”
Dean’s voice sounded apologetic.
“Then why do we fight over such stupid things? Things have changed, I don’t even know if he still wants to be together, if he even still loves me!”
Dean hadn’t said anything in response, it was quiet.
It broke Sam’s heart that you could think that. Of course he loved you, he could never stop, even if he wanted to.
“Listen to me, believe me or don’t. But Sam loves you, he’s crazy about you. It’s actually kind of sickening how in love he really is. I can’t tell you what you feel, but I see the way that you guys are with each other, all the looks and everything, that’s love if I’ve ever seen it.”
There was silence again. Dean was right though, where had you guys gone so wrong. Everyone was stressed and it had taken a toll on your relationship. Sam listened for anything else for your guys’ conversation but it was silent. Sam sighed, trying to figure out what to do next. He walked away, heading towards your guys’ room.
Your chair slid out from the table and you stood up. You walked down the hall and stopped at the familiar door. You stared at it, trying to decide what you were going to say to Sam when you walked in the room. You knocked softly, on the other side you could hear the bed creak. Sam opened the door and looked down at you.
You sucked in a breath. He looked a little rough, his eyes were red and his hair was messy, like he hadn’t brushed it. But he still looked great. Dean was right, you really did love him, and hopefully, he did too.
“I’m sorry.” You spoke shakily.
Sam pulled you into a hug. He took in your scent, it had been so long since you had been this close, he missed it, and he missed you.
“Y/n, you have nothing to be sorry for. I was being a dick.”
It felt good to not be screaming at each other for a change.
“Sam I-“
You were cut off.
“It’s okay.” He pulled you in tighter.
“I’m sorry, for everything.” He sighed, resting his head on your head. All he wanted was to stay like this forever.
This one is wayyyy shorter than all of my other imagines but it seems like you guys like them more when they aren’t over 2,000 words, so I made this one quite a bit shorter.
Request: “You get the same injuries as your soulmate” Oh man can you do this for a team free will member x reader?! Like, Crack-y, not angst. Honestly this could be so funny ??????
please please please
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 641
You looked at yourself in the mirror, staring at your newfound cuts and bruises. You took a white cloth from the towel rack and dabbed at the cut on your lip. It drove you crazy knowing what Dean was doing. Although, it was better than before you knew him or what he did.
You would be laying in your bed when suddenly you would have a busted lip, or gigantic cut along your cheek, occasionally they would look like claw marks. It really freaked you out, you didn’t know if your soulmate was in a gang or just got into fights constantly. Either way, it made you feel uneasy, not so much that they could be dangerous but more so that he seemed okay with putting himself in constant danger.
You limped down to the bed and turned on the lights, you still wanted to be awake for Dean when he came home even if it was three days from now. You opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out one of the many pamphlets that were inside. About halfway through skimming the one about their gift shop (which primarly consisted of mugs, toiletries and cheap shirts) the motel door opened and in limped Sam and Dean.
You stood up abruptly and gave them both a disapproving ‘mom’ look. Sam chuckled and Dean limped over to you giving you a quick kiss, the pressure burning both of your guys’ cuts.
Sam spoke suddenly, snapping Dean out of his stare fest that was going on. “I’m gonna go shower.” He strutted past you and Dean and disappeared into the bathroom. “I look like a lost a fight with a mirror.” You whined and Dean just chuckled.
As Sam turned on the shower the thumping of the water rushing through the pipes filled the room.
“Yeah but you’re still cute.”
“I would be even cuter if you were more careful, but I’m happy you’re ok.” You said, bopping his nose. He looked at you confused. “Did we get a concussion or something?”
You shrugged and sat down on the bed. “Who knows?” He plopped down next to you and looked at the pamphlets strewn across the bed spread that most likely hadn’t been washed in months.
“Doing a little light reading?” He stated, picking up the flimsy paper. You nudged his shoulder but almost instantly regretted it as a bruising pain shot through you as well. “Shit.” You groaned. This time Dean laughed. “How do you think I felt every time your little devil dog bit you.” You couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Ok. First of all, her name was Tippy, and she was a princess.” He looked at you like you were on crack. “Who the hell names a dog Tippy?” You glared at him, “shut up.”
“Well how do you think I feel when you get hit in the nuts? That was a pain I never thought I’d have to endure.”
The water stopped thumping through the old motel room and the bathroom door opened.
Dean and you stared at Sam before both of you got up and sprinted as fast as your damaged legs could take you towards the bathroom. You pushed through the door but Dean was right behind you. You quickly turned on the water and jumped in, clothes still on. You stared straight in front of you at naked Dean. “Really?” You groaned. All you wanted was hot water, but you thought it was fair because he had been the one actually fighting monsters and getting dirty. You sighed and stepped out of the shower.
You missed how the hot water felt on your aching muscles though. Dean peeked his head out of the shower.
“You know you can join me right?”
You smiled as you stripped off your sopping wet clothes and jumped into the shower with him.
Ugh I love this picture
Imagine: You finally track down the demon that murdered your family but when you finally confront it, things go south.
Pairing:Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: Death, cursing, inappropriate touching, violence, mentions of sexual assault.
Murder. The only word that was on your mind since you found the demon that killed your family, including both your parents, your little sister, and your big brother. You had spent your whole life after that moment trying to find that son of a bitch. You had gone all by your self to a little town in Wisconsin you tracked him to gank him yourself.
The Winchester brothers had said that “Revenge wasn’t the answer.” but you knew that was probably the only thing that could satisfy your craving for vengeance. Obviously without Dean’s permission you had taken Baby to Adell, and finally make that bitch pay for what he did, you were going to make sure it was a slow dragged out process too.
You pulled up to a random motel and got out. You walked up to the front desk and checked out a room, then you went to the car and grabbed all your stuff out of it.
You told the boys you were going on a pie run, and it wouldn’t be long till they found out that wasn’t what you were doing, if they haven’t already. As soon as you got into the motel room you sat down on the bed taking out all of your stuff and making sure it was nice and sharp. You went to a local bar where the demon was said to be seen around.
You walked inside, the outfit you picked for this occasion was quite revealing, but the demon was known for having a taste in girls who dress like that. You sat down at the bar next to a particular guy who looked familiar, too familiar. You were telling your self to stay calm and to not kill him right then and there, instead your plan was to get him somewhere where nobody could find you, interrupt you guys and the little ‘chat’ you were going to have with him.
He eyed you down and scooted a little bit closer to you. “Hey.” He said, his terrible breath slapping your face. You smiled at him. “Hi.” You smirked, putting your arms under your boobs to make them more revealed. He kept looking at you, trying hard not to look at your breasts. He gave up and looked down. “Hey buddy, my eyes are up here.” You said motioning to your face. The demon looked up, his eyes flashing black for a split second, you pretended not to notice. “ Wanna get out of here.” He said still eyeing you down. You grabbed his hand and led him out of the bar and into Baby.
It disgusted you to be close to this thing, let alone holding his disgusting hand.
You took him to your car letting his touch linger a little longer than needed, and you got in. You started the car and took off down the road, the demon’s hand still gripping your thigh. You pulled into the motel that you were staying at. It was pretty much empty except for the really horny couple a few rooms away and you guys.
You picked up the pace a little faster to your room and unlocked the door, as soon as you got in lips attacked yours, they weren’t the soft full pink lips that belonged to Dean but actually quite the opposite, they were rough and slobbery with no love attached to them, only lust. You kept yourself from gagging as that would ruin your plan.
You continued to make out with the demon before pushing him onto a chair abruptly. “Oh, You like it rough.” He smirked, yeah you did, but only with Dean you thought. You smirked. “Hold on.” You said getting up and heading to the bathroom where you kept the rope you meant to tie him up with.
When you came back into the main room the demon was nowhere to be found, the only thing left was the putrid scent of sulfur. You walked out further with the rope in hand. A door shut behind you, you turned around to be face to face with the demon. He was leaning against the bathroom door smirking.
“Hey Y/n.” He said chuckling, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now, I don’t usually like to leave jobs unfinished.” He smiled even wider.
“You son of a bitch.” You yelled as you lunged at him. He swatted you aside as if you weighed lighter than a feather. Your vision drifted away as darkness consumed you.
When you woke up you were tied to a chair and you had a gag tie on. The demon was on the other side of the room going through your weapons before finally selecting a knife from the duffel bag. He walked up to you and crouched down in front of you.
“You know, when I saw you walk into the bar I couldn’t believe it. Hell, I almost didn’t.” You looked past him and at the clock on the wall as he continued talking. The time was about 10:30. You returned your attention to the demon.
“All I could think was ‘just my luck’ and damn did you grow up all nice and pretty, maybe we can have some fun…. Just like I did with your mommy before I ripped that bitch apart.”
You screamed, but due to the gag, there was barely any noise escaping.
The demon leaned closer. “Sh sh sh, we wouldn’t want to disrupt the people next door from their fun night.”
As if on cue a moan came from the room over.
He leaned closer, kissing your neck. The demon reached down and dragged the blade against your thigh causing shivers to run down your spine, also causing you to pull away from the unpleasant kissing from him.
He dug the knife into you deep and slowly dragged it down, you screamed and tears went down your face.
He smiled and lifted up the blood-covered knife.
“Now, there are two ways we can do this, 1) I can take off your muzzle and we can ‘chat’ about the Winchesters or option 2, I can slowly torture you and have some fun.”
You looked up at him through your lashes and made an incoherent noise. “Aaand we’ll take that as door number one.”
He took off the tie and put his finger on your bottom lip as he looked into your eyes, his were pure black.
You didn’t say anything, he looked at you smirking.
“Let’s start with your little baby daddy… Dean.”
You gave him a confused look. “What?” You whispered, you could taste the salt from the tears.
“Oh darling don’t make that face, it makes me want to do some dirty things.” He chuckled, you continued to stare.
“What the hell do you mean.” You said more firmly, but still shaky.
“Oh, you mean your little Winchester you’re carrying in there.” He motioned towards your stomach. You looked down. There were no words that you could muster up.
“I assume that you didn’t know, haha he’s got a loud heartbeat.” He chuckled placing the knife down on your stomach, and pressing down and drawing blood. You groaned and kicked him in the shin.
“You bitch.” He stated, bringing the knife to your neck. He grabbed the familiar gag tie from the bed. “Do you want this to go back on.” You shook your head.
“Go to hell.” You yelled. The demon chuckled. “Oh, baby I’m already there.”
He dragged the knife down along your collarbone, blood dripped down your chest.
“Now, putting the baby thing aside tell me, Where are the Winchesters.” You shrugged and looked down.
A beam of headlights poured into the hotel room as another car drove into the motel. The demon groaned and shut the curtains.
“WHERE ARE THEY.” He yelled as he landed a punch on your cheek.
The door swung open just as a searing pain went through your stomach.
You saw the familiar face of your boyfriend and his giant brother. Sam ran over to the demon and plunged his knife into him, he went up in electrifying lights then fell to the floor.
Dean ran over to you and quickly untied your wrists from the chair, you slouched forward, due to blood loss.“
“Y/n, baby I’m right here, look at me, look at me, come on.” Words kept flowing from his mouth as you guys fell to the floor. Your vision was getting hazy and you struggled to breathe. Sam was right next to you guys, tears streaming from all or your faces.
“I love You.” You smiled at Dean, blood dripping from your lips. Sam squeezed your hand, you looked at him and smiled. “No no no, don’t you say that. You’re gonna- we’re gonna get through this”
Your vision was getting blurrier by the moment. You started gasping trying to get words out before it was too late.
“ wait, Dean, I- I’m pregn-”
You gasped for your last breath trying to finish the words, but it was as if you had a timer on your life and it was up. There was nothing, no sound no feeling no nothing. You had the image of your lover stitched in your brain, but now it was as if the image seemed to be fading away as darkness consumed you.
But Dean, on the other hand, had the image of you, lying in his arms blood on your lips, and tears down your face seared in his mind. He couldn’t seem to comprehend the thought of your guy’s love ending that way.
He had always pictured you guys together, Sam wasn’t there, but instead, he was living the normal apple pie life with beautiful shaggy-haired kids and a beautiful wife.
He pictured you guys lying there, hands locked and bloody after finishing a hard hunt. You guys had brought those sons of bitches down with you though, but at least you were together. Happy and bloody.
Maybe one day you would even had kids, but it looks like that dream came as soon as it went, because you were gone and with you went your guys’ child who would’ve hopefully carried on the Winchester legacy into the next generation.
Instead, Dean drank more, it didn’t get rid of his pain only numbed it and when he sobered up it only added more. Sam ended up getting out of the life, meeting a pretty girl.
Dean hadn’t talked to Sam in a while, he got rid of all communication. He kept hunting though, becoming more reckless and violent.
He had taken a particularly hard case that included 11 vamps in one nest. He had gotten ten of them the last one snuck up and slit his throat. He fell to the ground blood sputtering out.
Peace finally took over, no more pain, no more wishing for death, he finally had it. It was so, etching he looked forward to it and now it was here.
Darkness took over and suddenly it was as if he was living again, except this time he was in a house and there were toys scattered around.
“Tristan no running.” Were the words that echoed through the halls of the house as little pitter patters came around the corner.
A little boy about 6 years old ran up to him and stopped. The kid stared at Dean, He had Green eyes and Y/H/C and light little freckles scattered under his eyes. “Daddy?” The little boy scanned over him.
More footsteps came down the hall, Dean looked over to be met with a pair of familiar eyes. His breath got caught in his throat.
“Y/n” was all he could muster up as he was engulfed in a hug. Tears streamed down both of your guys face as you had been reunited.
Dean had finally met his son, Tristan Ross Winchester. You guys had finally gotten what you wanted after all. A family who loved and looked after each other.
Preferences 1
If this doesn’t flop terribly I might do a part two with different characters
Sam
As much as you guys tried to resist the cliches you found yourself shopping for them anyway. Sam really wanted to go for a layered flannel look but you finally talked him out of it and into being a pirate. Dean made fun of you guys for your matching costumes but you guys didn’t care.
Dean
You and he had almost no communication while planning this, as you were the one choosing the costumes. You had planned to go as Batman and Catwoman as a tribute to Dean’s idol but somewhere along the line he got messed up and chose a completely unrelated partnering costume to yours. After the party though, he showed you just how hot you looked in your costume if you know what I mean.
Cas
As most expect you went as devils, he was confused as to why you had chosen that or as to why you had to dress up at all. After a while of explaining the purpose of Halloween, he was eventually sold because of the facts that there would most likely be candy. He gladly slipped on his devil horns. Sam and Dean weren’t amused by what you chose, but Cas didn’t care, as long as you wore that he didn’t hear anything anyone else was saying.
What do you guys think
I haven’t been able to write on my computer because of vacation and I know this is way late but happy 4th everyone
Ok so you know what I love so much is how Sam and Dean went from being these hunters who weren’t really anybody in the beginning and just following in their dad’s footsteps but now it’s like everyone and monster fears them, like after those two hunters killed Sam and they said “do you really want to have Dean Winchester on your ass for the rest of your life like yes bitch fear them It just makes me so happy or when they said we’re not trapped out here with you you’re trapped out here with us and idk it’s just something that makes me so mf happy
Makeup
What do you guys think about this Destiel makeup look?? Hmu for more looks because I am bored out of my mind
This list is inspired and partially taken from @r-evolve-art ‘s au masterlist.
Message me if you have a request for one of these, I would be more than happy to write it
* You have each other’s names on your wrist
* You have the name of your soulmate and the name on your enemy o on your wrist, you have to figure out which is which
* Your last words to each other are written on your arm
* You can only see color when you first meet your soulmate
* Time stops at a certain age, if you haven’t met your soulmate, or if they aren’t born yet you stay the same age until they reach yours
* Each year imprinted on your arm, whispered in a dream, sent in a mail or whatever, is a hint to who/where is your soulmate
* Meter of how in danger your soulmate is
* You can only see shades of your soulmates eye color until you meet
* You get the same injuries as your soulmate
* Soulmate’s share a heaven/afterlife
* You and your soulmate share dreams, you can communicate in them but you can’t remember each other’s faces when you wake up
* It is impossible to lie to your destined soulmate
* Only your soulmate can kill you
* On top of everybody’s head is the name of their soulmate. You can’t see your own. If you tell somebody their soulmate’s name, something unfortunate/death will happen to them/yourself/a soulmate
* When you finally get within the mile of your soulmate the day repeats until you find them (Kind of like a time loop)
* Mysterious letter detailing to one person when they’ll meet, and another letter detailing where they’ll meet to their soulmate, but not both (Person A gets when they’ll meet, Person B gets where they’ll meet)
* Soulmates are the same (souls) throughout all lives, including past lives
* Everyone receives a picture of their soulmate (at a certain age) taken the year they met
* A mirror that you can see and talk to your soulmate in, all bodies and faces are distorted so you can’t see who it is until you meet certain criteria
* Everyone is born knowing their soulmates biggest (Maybe future) secret
* When you’re born you get a list of your soulmates biggest insecurities, you have to find out who they are based on the list
* You meet your soulmate the day after the worst event of your life
Castiel x Reader
Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day!!! While Sam, Dean, and Y/N look into a hunt, Gabriel gives Castiel a crash course in dating. Though the angel is secretly pining after Y/N, it may not have been a good idea to let Gabriel meddle with his love life…
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“Hey bro, what’s going on?”
Castiel turned up from his book and saw Gabriel leaning over the table in front of him, chocolate bar in hand.
“Hello Gabriel,” the angel nodded tersely. “What do you want?”
“Easy there, slugger!” Gabriel said with a laugh. “No need for the hostility. I come in peace. More or less…”
Castiel sighed and turned back to his book. “I’m going to continue reading now,” he said.
“Suit yourself.”
Gabriel stayed perched on the edge of the table. He unwrapped his chocolate with great care before tossing the foil just shy of the ledgers fanned out in front of him. Castiel’s grip on his book tightened as Gabriel began humming and riffling through the carefully organized documents.
“Gabriel,” Castiel said through gritted teeth. “Sam and Dean are trusting me to conduct the relevant research pertaining to their case.” He looked up with a glare. “So unless you have something important to share, please leave mealone.”
Gabriel froze and puffed out a cheek at Castiel’s sternness. He gulped down the chocolate he was chewing and cleared his throat. “I’ll have you know that I do have something to share,” he said confidently.
Castiel let out a deep breath. “And what would that be?”
“Check the date,” he said simply.
Castiel studied him carefully before pulling out his cell. “It’s Monday,” he said dryly.
“Almost there,” Gabriel pushed.
“Monday… February fourteenth?” Castiel asked after checking again.
“You’re killing me here,” Gabriel cried out. “IT’S VALENTINE’S DAY!”
Castiel blinked with confusion. “Happy Valentine’s Day?” he said hesitantly.
Gabriel groaned before standing up and pacing to the other end of the room. “Come on! Today’s your chance to finally make a move, big guy! You know, woo the girl?”
It finally dawned on Castiel what Gabriel was getting at. His cheeks reddened as he sat stoically behind the table. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.
Gabriel huffed and pointed a finger. “Sorry pal, but I think we both know that’s a lie.”
Castiel licked his lips before looking down sheepishly.
“Listen buddy, I’m not judging you here,” Gabriel pressed. “I’m only bringing it up because I thought maybe I could help you out.”
Castiel shot him a glare but before he could respond, the door to the motel opened and Y/N and the Winchesters hurried in.
“Hey guys,” Y/N called out. “How’s the research going?”
“Swell!” Gabriel chimed in with a wink. “Cassie here’s been nodding off, but don’t worry, Ol’ Gabe’s gotch’ya wacky kids covered.”
“Yeah well, Ol’ Gabe can stick it where the sun don’t shine,” Dean growled. “We know what we’re hunting.”
Y/N approached Castiel and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Dean’s still not happy about teaming up with him,” she said.
Castiel flinched at her sudden proximity and tried to think of something to say. He looked up at her and smiled shyly. “Today is February fourteenth,” he stammered.
Y/N quirked a brow. “That’s cool…” she said uncertainly before walking away and taking a seat on the nearby bed.
Castiel felt his cheeks warm as he turned back to the conversation.
“It’s a shifter,” Sam explained. “A nasty one, too. From what we can tell, it’s got a hideout back at the abandoned High School on Richmond Street.”
“We’re headed there now, but wanted to pick you guys up in case we need any divine intervention, you know?” Dean said.
Y/N nodded, then looked at Castiel. “Anyway, we’re going to pack some weapons in the trunk. Why don’t you and Gabriel meet us out front in five?”
She smiled, but he turned quickly, shying away from her attention. Castiel watched as his three friends left the motel room, Y/N glancing at him before walking out the door.
“Well, you’re hopeless,” Gabriel sighed as soon as the door shut.
Castiel closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. It was true. He cared for Y/N but didn’t know how to go about telling her.
“Gabriel?” he asked.
“Yeah?”
Castiel opened his eyes, a new look of resilience shining in them. “I think it’s time I accept your help. How can I wooY/N?”
Gabriel smirked, taken by his brother’s sudden determination. He straightened the collar of his leather jacket and rubbed his hands together. “Alright amigo,” he said. “Here’s what we’re gonna do…”
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Castiel sat in the backseat of the Impala between Gabriel and Y/N as the Winchesters drove to Richmond Street.
He sat rigidly with his hands on his lap, acutely aware of Y/N sitting beside him. Castiel felt something nudge his arm and turned to his right.
“Remember what we talked about!” Gabriel whispered sharply. “You’ve gotta count shoulders when you’re close together. This is your shot!”
Castiel nodded and winked. “Yes. I remember now,” he whispered back. Before they had joined the Winchesters on their hunt, Gabriel had given Castiel a crash course in flirting, guaranteeing that Y/N would be hooked by the time they killed the shifter.
Castiel cleared his throat and stared intently at Y/N. When she noticed him eyeing her critically, she turned to look at him. “Hey Cas. Is something wrong?”
“Y/N,” he said tensely. “I would very much like to count our shoulders.”
“You’d like to do what?”
Y/N watched as the angel tapped both his shoulders and her own. “One… two… three… four…” he muttered under his breath. He then wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her close against him.
“Castiel,” Y/N said, her voice muffled by his coat. “This is too close…”
The angel panicked and pushed her away. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to cause discomfort.”
Gabriel snorted. “Great job,” he whispered sarcastically. “I can really see the romance blooming.”
“Alright, I have no idea what’s going on back there, but maybe you guys can hold off until we ice this shifter,” Dean called from up front.
“Yeah, sounds good to me,” Y/N agreed before rushing out the car door. Castiel had been acting strangely around her lately, and she was concerned.
Sam loaded up their weapons and surveyed the abandoned building. The sun was setting quickly, so they would only have an hour of daylight before the High School went dark.
“Alright Sammy,” Dean said, hitching a silver blade to his belt. “What’s the plan?”
Sam turned back to the group and nodded. “Dean and I are going to take the East wing and see if the shifter’s holed up in any of the classrooms. Meanwhile, Y/N, we need you, Cas, and Gabriel to take the Right wing and check the basement for anything suspicious. If anyone finds the monster, then-”
“I’m not liking this plan.”
Everyone looked at Gabriel. “Excuse me?” Dean said.
The angel shrugged. “I’d rather be Team Winchester,” he said simply.
“That’s not happening,” Dean laughed. “Not by a long shot.”
“Actually Dean, that might be a good idea.” Sam relented. “Better to have an angel on both sides of the building in case we run into anything, right?”
“Great! It’s settled!” Gabriel clapped. He nudged Castiel and whispered, “You’re welcome. Now’s your chance to make a move without interruption! Just you and Y/N… and maybe a shifter if your luck goes sour. Have fun!”
The group entered the building and separated at the front door. Soon, Castiel and Y/N were wandering the halls alone. The angel wracked his brain, trying to remember everything that Gabriel had taught him about flirting. Y/N had paced ahead of him, so he took a breath and ran to her side.
He nudged her arm and flashed a smile. “So… baby…” he said awkwardly. “Maybe we should-”
Y/N brought out her silver blade and nicked his hand. Castiel looked down at the wound. “Why would you do that?” he asked, perplexed.
Y/N stifled a laugh. “Sorry Cas! I thought you might have been the shifter.”
He cocked his head in surprise. “Why?”
She sighed before coming to a halt. “I don’t know what’s going on with you today, but you’ve been off,” she admitted. “Counting shoulders? Corny pet names? What’s the deal?”
Castiel looked down in defeat. “I understand,” he said. “You find me to be an inadequate lover.”
Y/N took a breath, overwhelmed by the angel’s oddity. “Gabriel put you up to this, didn’t he?”
He nodded solemnly. “I care for you, Y/N,” he said. “Very much. When Gabriel offered his romantic expertise, I accepted because I had no idea how to approach you myself.”
“That was a mistake,” Y/N said simply. She put a hand on his shoulder and met his gaze. “You don’t need to put on an act for me to like you, Cas. You’re already my favourite person.” She smiled and kissed him softly on the cheek.
Castiel tensed for a moment before leaning forwards and pressing his forehead against hers. “I don’t think I’ll be asking Gabriel for advice anytime soon,” he whispered.
She laughed before pulling away. “I think that would be best. Now what do you say we kill ourselves a monster, then make it home in time for a movie?”
Castiel nodded. “I’d like that.” He watched as Y/N grinned and turned away. “Y/N,” he called from behind. She looked over her shoulder. “Yeah, Cas?”
“Today is February the fourteenth.”
Her brows furrowed for a second, before the date finally made sense. “I guess it is,” she chuckled. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
With that, the angel and the hunter set off together, the start of something new between them.
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Heyy!!! Try reading All To Themselves!!!
I was late finishing this one in time for Valentine’s… SORRY!!!! I kind of rushed through it right now… Dating 101- ALWAYS count shoulders when the opportunity presents itself… I saw this in a movie once… wonderfully awkward.
HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!!!
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HAVE A BRILLIANT DAY!!!
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Castiel x reader
Word count: -2000
A/N: Yeah I know it´s almost christmas and its not christmas related sush thats coming latter
When I was a kid, my mother used to warn me about the creatures that hid in the dark. She didn’t tell me enough to give me nightmares. But enough to sleep with one eye opened.
Back then I dreamed of having an ordinary life, as my mother would have wanted for me. However, the result of every decision I made inevitably led to the hunter life. Yeah, I may have been taught to fear the dark, but that didn’t mean that I wouldn’t fight it. I worked alone, making alliances with fellow hunters I bumped into. They were temporally though… Until I crossed paths with the Winchesters.
Of course I’d heard of the legendary Winchesters before. They had shaken things up more than once. Nevertheless, they always ended up fixing it. Anyways, I never thought I’ll ever meet them, or that I’d be so fond of them. Neither did them. After our case together we seemed to be playing hide and seek. We’d look for big cases that the other would be probably digging in and followed the lead. As a result, the three of us closed lots of jobs together, making memories on the way. Maybe it was because I was too shy to actually ask them if I could join in. Or maybe it was because they were… well… dudes… It came to a point in which it was ridiculous how often we got together (almost every week. Not very common among hunters).So finally when my car had been smashed in one of the hunts…
It was dark outside. From the back seat of the impala I could just see a blur of tress. I pressed my forehead against the cold glass of the window, and let out a sigh.
“What’s the matter freckles?” Dean asked looking at me from the mirror.
“Well, my car has been smashed to death! But that’s fine because I can just steal another one” I mumbled, but raised my voice again “What worries me is that I had everything in there. All my fake ID’s, my clothes and my weapons… I don’t even have money! What I’m supposed to do! "
The youngest of the Winchesters let out a cough "You can always stay in the bunker with us. I mean, there’s enough space, and we could just make you new cards"
"Really?” I wanted to make sure I had heard right
"(Y/N), after all our time together we have gotten really attached to you. You know we would do anything for you. You are like a sister to us"
“I agree with Sammy” Dean butted in “You always say you want a place to call home. Come to the bunker, you’ll love it. And if you don’t want to, we can help you either way. We have a lots of nice rides in our garage”
They have told me about their inheritance. Still, it all seemed sureal. I couldn’t help but smile like a fool.
“How could I say no! Of course I want to go with you” you threw your arms around Sam’s neck from the back seat, resting your head in his shoulder
“I love you guys” you whispered. The silence allowing it to be heard by both brothers. Dean smiled at you and ruffled your hair. Sam’s hand patted your own
“Let’s get going then!” Dean declared while turning on the radio, music blasting from the speakers.
I love them as if they were family, and since I’ve moved into the bunker everything seems better. However, what changed my way of seeing the world, what has made me want to be the best version of myself, was something else. Well, someone.
The Winchesters had told me about their friend Cas. They always mentioned him when they tell me some of their adventures. Never really explaining who he was or how they knew each other, so imagine my surprise when a dude showed up from nowhere in the middle of the library.
“Whoa!” I took my gun out, pointing to our visitor He didn’t seem to be intimidated by it, rather more confused as to why I was pointing it.
"You can lower the gun. He’s a friend" Dean soothe me “(Y/N) this is Castiel, he’s an Angel. Cas, (Y/N), our friend and hunter partner. Now, whats the matter”
Although the supposed Angel had started talking, and the boys were already engrossed in a conversation, I couldn’t help but stare at the new creature before my eyes.
"Why didn’t you tell me you were friends with a freaking angel?“ I hissed at Sam when the celestial being was gone
"We didn’t? Well I guess it never came out” he just shrugged it off.
That week I didn’t stop asking about when he would give us another visit. I was fascinated with this new discovery, and couldn’t stop reading about it. By the end of that week I was an expert on angels. However, the next time he visited I couldn’t bring myself to interact with him. I didn’t comprehend why being so determinate to socialize with the angel, I failed to talk with him.
Truth is, I was overwhelmed. All my life I’ve believed there was only darkness, and I should fear it. But they forgot to mention what happens in the light. Yeah, even if Dean said they were douches they still were made of grace, pure beings.
At the end, the next time he showed up I made myself go to him.
“Hi” I said awkwardly
“Hello” he answered bluntly
Okay so now what I’m supposed to say?
"So… you’re an Angel"
stupid
"Uhm… Yeah" he said raising his arms as if to cheek.
Another awkward silence.
Luckily, he was the one to break it. “Sam has told me you’re an amazing huntress"
"Well, I’ve in the business for long. And now that I’m staying with the guys it’s…” I looked for the words “…more enjoyable. As enjoyable as it can be at least"
He smiled at me as I started to formulate another question about himself.
Time passed, and every day I was more eager to spend every second of that day with him. I felt an intense impulse to be next to him, not to know more about angels, but him only.
The boys noticed every tiny stretch of the lips, every glance that lingered more than it should, as every small reach for contact, and they always remembered to tease me about it. Soon enough, both of us were in a tangled relation. I knew what I wanted. I knew that I liked him, hell I was head over heels for the guy. However, I also knew that angels are soldiers of heaven, not allowed or made to feel anything.
But oh boy if Castiel wasn’t feeling anything! Yes, he was as confused as a toddler in it’s first day of kindergarten. All this things that were bubbling inside him when he was with you, trying to find excuses to come to pay a visit or to join in hunts whether heaven allowed it or not.
"Hey (Y/N)” Sam called you as you passed by the library “I wanted to ask you something"
"Sure, whats up?"
After putting the book down, he sat straight and with a head movement he guide me to sit in the chair next to him. I couldn’t help but notice that his brows were furrowed, something he does when he wants to talk about something important.
"Whoa we are getting serious” I tried to laugh it off.
He rolled his eyes, the same expression on his face. Before starting, he cleared his throat and put my small hands in his enormous ones, a way to stop me from looking somewhere else than his eyes.
"What are you going to do about…Cas?“
Oh, okay, I definitely didn’t suspect this conversation was heading that way I thought.
"What about him?” I asked trying to sound puzzled about the subject.
“Come on (Y/N), it’s been months. At the end we’ve figured out that…"
"I like the angel” I whispered.
I looked down at my lap, trying to hide from him, from the fact that they knew what was going on in my head. I almost felt embarrassed about them knowing so easily.
"Look (Y/N) I know this must be hard, but you need to so something about it. Sometimes you aren’t on your full potential on hunts because of him. And I understand, trust me I really do, but Dean sometimes isn’t so… understanding"
"I tried you know. God, I’ve tried so many times to push them away, but I couldn’t. Theres a pull inside me that prevents me from staying away from him. Every time I tried to ignore him I felt so–so devastated that it made my need worse! At the end I realize that I can’t help falling in love with him“ I explained. I felt like crying but no tears were coming out.
"Hey, I’m not saying that you have to stay away from him or push him away. You just need to fix it. Maybe it’s telling him your feelings, from personal experience I know that locking them up is even worse"
I laughed bitterly "yeah, telling him that I like him so that he can ask what liking someone is” I continued mockingly “I’m sure he’s just going to feel responsable, because thats what he does, he always blames himself. And I don’t want to add another stone in his conscience"
Sam sighed, running a hand trough his long locks "I don’t know (Y/N), just do what you feel like doing. But do something” he got up and kissed the top of my head “we are always here, you know?” I nodded. He pulled away and went to his room after wishing me good night.
Great, now what
