#jensen ackles imagine
Unexpected Surprise
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Summary: The reader surprises her husband during one of their conventions for the final season of Supernatural.
Warnings: None
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From where I stood backstage I could hear the crowd of Supernatural fans burst into laughter over the story Jensen was telling them about that involved our four year old son tumbling off his bike down the little hill at the park near our house. I didn’t have to pull the curtain to see his reactions as there was a monitor back here and judging by the grin on his face I could tell what was coming next.
“So now Miles is at the bottom of the hill quiet as a lamb and I kid you not, this was Y/N’s reaction. OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD, MILES!” Jensen was now out of his seat mimicking the way I chased after Miles that day which only sent the crowd into another fit of laughter.
“Oh hell no, can I have a mic?”
The thing is neither Jensen nor Jared knew that I hopped on a flight to come to their con in Vancouver so me stepping on stage is bound to take them both by surprise. The assistant handed me a microphone and I climbed the steps to the stage. The crowd cheered even more when I came into their line of sight.
“Meanwhile this was Jensen, HE’S GOT HIS HELMET ON HE’S FINE!” I tried to drop my voice to mimic him and he immediately turned to look at me with such disbelief written on his face.
“Y/N!” Jared pushed Jensen out of the way on his way over to me; the tall beast picked me up with his arms wrapped around me in a bone crushing hug, if nobody that knew a thing about us they’d swear that the moose was my husband with his enthusiasm.
“I haven’t seen my beautiful wife in two weeks and you pushed me out of the way to get to her first. Put her down now!” Jared turned to look at him and from the monitor on this side of the stage I could see Jared sticking his tongue out at his friend refusing to put me down just yet.
“I haven’t seen her in three weeks so shh.” Since my arms were squished to my sides I couldn’t do anything more than stick my face into the crook of his neck which had the fans cooing at the sight.
“I missed you too Jared, now put me down, the air is thin up here.” Finally giving in, Jared placed my feet back onto the ground and steadied me only for my husband to do the same thing but this time I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands immediately found their place in his grown out hair.
“Hi handsome.”
“Hi beautiful lady, this is a nice surprise.” Jensen took a couple steps back to where his stool is and the way that he did it so effortlessly too had the crowd whistling suggestively. Once I was seated Jensen brought his mic up to his mouth.
“Get your minds out of the gutter.” Although he used his dad voice, his face was saying the complete opposite, happy with the fact that his fans now had a memory that they’re never going to forget.
“Where’s my kid?”
“He’s napping in one of the rooms backstage, where are my manners? Hi everyone, how are we doing tonight?” The fans cheered once more and I took that as a good sign. Jensen nudged my legs open so that he could stand between them with his back to me and just as if we were home, I didn’t hesitate to rake my fingers up his back and through his hair. By the look on Jensen’s face, the fans could tell how much he had missed my touch and if we’re being honest, I missed having him around too.
“Look at him, he’s like a puppy.” Jared shouldn’t be the one to talk when he himself is a sucker for head scratches.
“Says the actual puppy.”
“You know Jay I’ve gotta say, you do look extra handsome today. Dark colours really look good on you.” The olive green shirt and his black jeans was an excellent pairing.
“Thanks darlin and you look gorgeous as always. Alright, back to why we’re really here. See, my wife shows up here and threw me off, we were taking questions. Who’s the next lucky person?” Jared squinted his eyes to search the crowd until his eyes landed on the Castiel cosplayer.
“You in the trench coat, let us haveth thy question.”
“Uh hi, my name’s Sara and my question isn’t about the show but it’s for the Ackles.” A woman’s voice filled the auditorium and by her tone I could guess what her question was going to be.
“Shoot.”
“What is one thing that you both love that your son does and do you guys plan on having another one?” Jensen dramatically leaned back on me at the second part to her question, he hadn’t voiced his opinion on having another kid running around the house so this should be fun.
“Miles is a mama’s boy and every night he makes sure that Y/N is the one who feeds him his dinner, gives him his bath and cuddles with him until he falls asleep and from my point of view I adore their bond, I think it’s amazing.”
“Miles is at the age now where you know, kids mimic what they see and his new thing is wearing daddy’s hat backwards and he’d get me to fill his sippy cup with juice or water so that he could join Jensen on the couch to watch whatever he’s watching on tv.”
“I actually saw the photo you had posted on Instagram about that and I thought that it was cute, he’s Jensen’s mini-me.”
“Definitely and about baby number two, Y/N and I haven’t discussed it but I’m sure if it does happen we’ll both be over the moon about it.”
I didn’t fly all the way from Texas to Vancouver, Canada to just see Jensen, I came because I had something important to tell him and this lovely lady set it up so nicely for me to break the news.
“You know I’m so glad you said that Jay because we’ve got give or take six months left of being a family of three.” Jensen didn’t fully process my words until the crowd went insane at my announcement. He immediately turned around to face me, shocked by what I said.
“What? You- shut up!”
“Surprise!” He cupped my face in his hands before planting a celebratory kiss on my lips.
“When did you find out?”
“Yesterday and I hopped on a flight first thing this morning to come tell you.” Jared bounded over to wrap his arms around Jensen.
“Congratulations you two!”
“Thank you Jared.”
I didn’t want to take up anymore time on their stage so I quickly kissed Jensen’s cheek and told him that I’ll see him afterwards. I waved to everyone in the crowd on my way off the stage and passed the mic back to the assistant.
For the rest of the panel, the boys messed around on stage and Jensen got a whole lot of congratulations on our growing baby inside of me. Coming closer to the end Miles woke up from his nap and Jay called out for me to rejoin them on stage.
“Daddy!” Miles stretched for his father and Jensen immediately took him from me, happy to finally have his son back in his arms. The band played music to close off the event and some of the other cast members came out on stage to join the fun. With Miles on his hip, Jensen pulled me into his side to kiss me once more in the midst of all that’s going on around us.
Although we hadn’t planned for another one, I have no doubt in my mind that he or she is going to be loved unconditionally by us and by extension, the Supernatural family.
Arguments
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Summary: Jensen’s ex wife Danneel made some harsh remarks towards the reader and instead of calling her out for it he did nothing.
THIS IS PURE FICTION ALRIGHT SO DON’T COME FOR ME! I LOVE DANNEEL & JENSEN’S RELATIONSHIP
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The wrap party for the long-running show Supernatural was in full swing, music playing in the background of the room filled with production crew and the main stars of the show.
Y/N took the beer bottle from Jensen’s grasp and thanked him for the beverage. If it was completely up to her she would’ve stayed at home but she knew how much tonight meant to her boyfriend and she didn’t want to let him down tonight by not attending the wrap party for the show.
“You’re pretty quiet tonight, everything alright?” Jensen’s breath fanned against her ear and he spoke for only her to hear him. Usually Y/N would be the life of the party, joining him and Jared for a round of shots but tonight she opted to keep her distance from the crowd, especially his ex-wife Danneel.
“Everything’s fine J don’t worry about me.” Y/N tried her best to reassure him that nothing was wrong but they both knew that something was definitely off.
“Y/N! How nice to finally see you crawled out of your hole to join us.” Jared wrapped her up in one of his bear hugs with Genevieve and the redhead beside him. Genevieve pried him off of her to give her a hug as well while Danneel merely gave her a once over over the rim of her glass.
“It’s nice to see you as well, how are the kiddos?”
“They’re great, Odette is growing up so fast.”
“And Danneel, how are you?” Y/N always tried to be civil whenever they were in the same room but the red head never cared much about Jensen’s new and younger lover.
“Clearly better than you, when was the last time you looked in a mirror?” Genevieve and Jared both shared the same look, the taller one in the group nudged his friend to speak up but he chose to stay out of it hoping that she would stop.
“Right before I left home actually.”
“And you still left the house looking like that, damn Jensen, you could’ve upgraded at least.” Jensen remained tight-lipped which angered Y/N even further. Pleased with herself, the red head left the four of them behind, making her way through the mass of bodies in the room.
“Don’t take her on Y/N, she’s just had too much to drink tonight, I’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it.” Genevieve gave her arm a gentle squeeze, Jared on the other hand dragged his friend away to talk some sense into him.
“No Gen, that’s how she’s always been towards me since Jensen introduced me into the kid’s lives. I try to be civil at least enough for their kids but she makes it so damn hard and Jensen- you know what, I think I’m calling it a night.” Genevieve knew there was no use in trying to stop her friend from leaving, she was pissed off and the fact that Jensen didn’t tell his ex-wife to back off only added fuel to the raging fire.
“How are you gonna get home?”
“I’ll get an Uber, I’d he asks for me kindly tell him to fuck off. Goodnight Gen, you guys have fun, I’m not staying to ruin anyone’s night.” Y/N downed her beer and left the empty bottle on the nearest table on her way out.
Danneel couldn’t help but smile, watching on as Y/N stormed out and got into an Uber. There was nothing wrong about the girl that her kids called “Mommy number two” other than the fact that she now had Jensen and she hated that.
The red head sauntered over to the trio who were deep in a conversation; one that Jensen wasn’t pleased with having out in the open. His green eyes found the conniving woman and his scowl deepened further. Jared and Genevieve threw glares at her as they left them to talk.
“You are unbelievable Danneel, all she’s been trying to do was be cordial but for whatever reason yet again, you’ve been nothing but a bitch with your constant jabs at her.” Jensen has had more than enough of the red head to last him a lifetime, the only reason he still considers her someone important in his life is the kids that they created together.
“Oh please J, you know you could do much better. Maybe even coming back to me, we could pick things up right where we left off. Admit it J, you still love me.” Jensen tensed up beneath her hold on his bicep, pulling herself closer to him.
“You’ve officially lost all sense, there’s nothing there Danneel.”
“Oh it’s there J that’s a lot of years, memories to just walk away from.”
“Yeah, well I wasn’t the one that walked first.” With that said, Jensen left her standing there, making his way through the crowd. His green eyes scanned the mass of bodies for his girlfriend but she was nowhere to be seen.
“Gen have you seen Y/N?”
“She left and don’t you even think about going after her so soon. She’s upset and you rushing home to get to her would be a stupid decision, give her time to cool off properly otherwise you’d be sleeping on the patio.” As much as he hated to admit it, she was right.
While Jensen grabbed himself a bottle of water, Y/N’s Uber was pulling up to the curb of their home. She paid the young man and got out.
"Thanks, have a goodnight.”
She shut the car door and made her way up to the front door of her shared house with Jensen. She was still pissed off about the way Danneel made it her business to be rude to her; hopefully Jensen doesn’t come home anytime soon because he would get an earful from her.
She decided to take a shower that was needed now more than ever to wash away her anger. Hopefully Genevieve and Jared kept Jensen busy until they decided that it was all clear for him to leave the party to get to her. Once she was finished, she got out and dried her skin before pulling up her underwear and slipping on one of her big t-shirts.
Her phone kept buzzing on the nightstand with Jensen’s face and caller ID lighting up the screen. She watched it ring until I went to voice-mail.
“Damnit Y/N.” Jensen’s frown deepened as he tapped on her contact to send her a message instead; all he wanted to know was that she’s fine.
Hey angel, did you get home okay? I’m losing my mind here. Could you please let me know.
Her phone pinged signalling his text and her only response was the emoji thumbs up. She didn’t want to talk to him right now but she also didn’t want him to worry about her safety. Jensen, however, wanted more than a thumbs up reaction to his message. He made his final rounds around the room and left the wrap party. Y/N has had more than enough time to relax.
Speaking of which, Y/N was now sprawled out on the couch flicking through the cable channels, CW had reruns of Supernatural and the last thing she wanted to see was Danneel sharing the screen with J2. She kept changing the channel until she finally settled on a home renovation show. Her phone screen lit up yet again but this time it was JJ trying to FaceTime.
“Hiya sweetpea.”
“Hi!” The little girl smiled brightly at her, Arrow and Zepplin were standing behind her on their mother’s couch with their hands in their older sister’s hair.
“What are you three doing up, it’s late.”
“Couldn’t sleep and our sitter doesn’t mind that we’re up. Aren’t you supposed to be with dad?” In the background Zepplin reached over to Arrow and grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her head towards him.
“I was but then I had to leave early. Zep don’t yank Arrow’s hair, baby boy.” The five year old listened to her and untangled his tiny hands from Arrow’s locks.
“What do you say?”
“Sorry sissy.” The little boy kissed his sister’s cheek and she pushed away, still upset that he pulled her hair.
“Is dad home? I tried calling him but it went straight to voicemail.” The Ackles offspring had impeccable timing because as soon as the words left her mouth, the front door opened and the man in question walked in.
“He is now.”
“Can I talk to him?” Y/N pushed up to her feet and passed him the phone on her way to the kitchen; she didn’t stick around to listen to his conversation with the kids. Jensen shifted his focus from his pissed off lady to his kids that were excited to see him. They told him how their day was and what movie they’re watching, the regular stuff kids that age always got excited to tell their parents about. JJ could tell that there was more going on between her dad and Y/N as he didn’t greet her the way he usually did with a kiss to her cheek or forehead; they were fighting.
“Dad are you and Y/N fighting?” Jensen merely scoffed at his daughter’s excellent observation skills. With her arms crossed and eyebrows lifted, the eight year old waited for him to say something but he didn’t.
“If you are, you need to make it better before we get there tomorrow afternoon.”
“Alright, alright missy. You and your siblings should get some sleep, I love you J bird. Goodnight rascals.” The call ended and he placed the device on the coffee table; time to attempt to talk to Y/N who busied herself with washing the dishes in the sink.
“Darlin’.”
No answer. Jensen closed the distance between them by moving to wrap his arms around her stomach, knowing how much she loved when he did that.
“I’m sorry, I should’ve said something.”
“Why, it’s not the first time you’ve let that shit slide Ackles so why apologise now?” Y/N tried to get out of his hold but that only made him hold onto her tighter.
“Let me go Jensen.”
“No, you’re going to stay right here and listen to me.” His beard burned against the shell of her ear.
“You’re right, I did let her get away with a lot but tonight was the final straw. I called her out for it afterwards and I know that me saying this might not even mean shit to you but I did.”
“Only took you sixteen months but hey, you said something. I’m serious Jensen, let me go.” Defeated, he did as told and she gladly took several steps away from him.
“Did she at least tell you why she’s been bitching at me every single chance she had?” Y/N wasn’t a stupid woman, she knew the redhead still had feelings for him but she wanted to hear the words leave his mouth.
“She still has feelings for me apparently.”
“What about you, do you still have feelings for her?”
“No, hell no. I closed that door the minute I signed those divorce papers. The only woman that I love is standing in this room.” Rolling her eyes, Y/N spun on her heels to leave the kitchen.
“You would’ve put a stop to it sooner if that was true. I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight.” Jensen followed after her all the way up the stairs to the guest room at the end of the hallway but he was a second too slow to stop the door from closing in. The lock clicked and he sighed, knocking against the wood.
“Baby please, open the door.” Y/N leaned against the door instead of letting him in.
“You’re right, the first time it happened I should’ve nipped it in the bud but instead I let it drag on for far too long and that must’ve given you the impression that I still have feelings for her but I promise you that I don’t. If it wasn’t for JJ, Arrow and Zepplin I wouldn’t have any sort of connection to her but we do have the kids Y/N and they adore you just as much as I do.” Y/N felt her anger slowly slipping away and she hated the fact that he couldn’t leave her to be angry.
“You can be mad at me all you want tomorrow baby but let’s not go to bed like this.” She caved and unlocked the door. Jensen let himself in and immediately pulled her flush against him, wrapping his arms around her and she caressed the back of his head.
“I love you darlin’.”
“You couldn’t let me be mad at you for once.”
“Nope.” Jensen hoisted her up into his arms and she instinctively secured her legs around him.
“What are you doing?”
“You’re not sleeping in here and I have some making up to do.” Jensen carried her over to their room with a cheeky smile on his face. Y/N squealed as he dropped her on the bed and he wasted no time in caging her beneath him.
“What are you waiting for?”
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CRIMINAL MINDS
GREY’S ANATOMY
STATION 19
MARVEL/MCU
DC
SUPERNATURAL
S.W.A.T.
THE WITCHER
HAWAII 5-0
THE WALKING DEAD
TEEN WOLF
ANDY BARBER
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.
* 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: You keep getting sick, but you find out that its more than that
Word Count: 758
You woke up to the smell of bacon and with a nauseous stomach. Oh god. You jumped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom.
You wiped your mouth and got up off your knees. You had a bug that you thought you were finally coming down from, but no, here it was again. You had gotten out of bed so fast that you didn’t even notice that Sam was nowhere to be found.
You made your way to the kitchen, the smell of food becoming stronger as you got closer. The smell alone made you want to throw up, again.
Sam lit up when he saw you walk in.
“Hey, babe.” He gave you a quick kiss. He didn’t care that you were sick, he still slept in the same bed as you, kissed you and even sometimes showered with you. All against your wishes though, you didn’t want him to get sick as well.
You gave him a small smile.
“Did you get sick again?” He asked, pulling out a chair for you. You nodded, frowning at him.
“I don’t understand, I’ve had this for a month, it should be gone by now.” Sam just shrugged.
“Sometimes things take a while.” He stated, putting some waffles and bacon on your plate. You looked down at the food, gagging a little. Ever since you had gotten sick, the sight, smell and even thought of food made you want to throw up, and you didn’t know why.
You looked up at Sam, who was now fixing his own plate.
“Sammy, before you sit down can you get me some mustard?” You asked. He opened his mouth then shut it again, he simply nodded before going to the fridge and getting the yellow bottle.
You sat at the table, drenching your breakfast in the condiment that you usually hated. Sam had gone to take a shower and Dean waltzed into the kitchen.
He looked over at your plate and raised his eyebrows.
“Mustard?” He asked with disgust slapped on his face. You just shrugged.
“So you have a ‘bug’ where you keep throwing up, and, you are eating weird food combos.” He still looked at you, still raising his eyebrows. You looked at him confused.
“What are you getting at?” You asked with bewilderment. He just chuckled.
“Ya know,” He made a rocking motion with his hands, and you finally caught what he was saying. Oh fuck. The thought of you being pregnant hadn’t even crossed your mind. The chewed up waffles and mustard fell from your open mouth and Dean took a step back.
“Dean, what am I going to tell Sam!” You yelled at him getting up quickly.
Sam heard the commotion and had walked in, his hair still sopping wet.
“Tell me what.” He asked, tucking his towel in around his waist. You sucked in a breath and looked over at Dean.
“I’ll leave you two to talk.” He spoke, grabbing his coffee mug and slipping out of the kitchen.
You looked up at Sam then quickly back down at the floor. You knew Sam had wanted a family, but that was years ago. Things had changed dramatically over the years, times had gotten harder. On top of that, you didn’t know if he still wanted to get married and do all the things you still wanted to do.
“Y/n.” He spoke, his voice was firmer this time. You stumbled over your words, trying to find the right ones to say.
“Do you- do you think it’s possible I might be… pregnant.” You whispered the last word as if it would have any effect on the current situation.
“No that’s impossible, we used protection.” He spoke, shaking his head. You didn’t know if he didn’t want to believe it, or if he just wasn’t happy but you just looked at him.
“Sam.” You whispered again, looking at him in the eyes. “I’m pregnant.” You said quietly. It was as if you actually saying it had affected him.
You watched his face go through about 1billion emotions before finally landing on happiness.
“Oh my god.” He breathed. “Y/n, were having a baby.” He spoke louder, his tone getting lighter.
You smiled at him. “You’re not mad?” You looked at him, taking in his expression.
“Mad? I’m excited. We’re going to have a mini us soon.” He smiled, grabbing you and pulling you in for a hug. You closed your eyes and melted into the hug
“God, I love you Y/n, and I can’t wait for our baby.”
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.
* Letting him be the little spoon
* When he hugs you and he puts his head on yours
*Very passionate kisses
* You’re a better poker player
* Dean won’t admit it
* Loud singing in the impala to annoy Sam
* Sam absolutely adores you
* You’re like a big sister to him
* Taking his leather jacket and wearing it sometimes
* Passionate sex
* Morning sex
* Makeup sex
* Impala sex
* Dean asking to paint your nails
* Bc he is a big ass softie
* Him dying for you (Literally)
* You making him home made pie
* Both of you guys geeking out about old western movies
* Massive arguments
* Hot makeup sex again
* He lays on your chest and you play with his hair
* Loads of jealousy
* Hugs from behind
* Forehead kisses
* Playing strip poker
* Him whooping your ass in pool
* Sparring
* Face holding
* Hand holding
* Hunting with the boys
* Even though he doesn’t want you to
* “Stop staring.”
* “You’re so beautiful.”
* Intense make out sessions
* Having annual burger eating competitions
* “God I love you.”
* You sitting on his lap sometimes
* Him whispering dirty things in your ear
* “Marry me, Y/n.”
* “I’ve never pictured myself in a wedding dress.”
* He gives you his moms ring
* Back rubs
* Showers together
* Laying on the impala’s hood and watching the stars together
* Accidentally getting pregnant
* Him being the best father anyone could ever ask for
* Sam accidentally walking in on you two having sex
* “I love you.”
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: Getting lectured by Dean but getting distracted by how hot he is.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 974
Warnings: Implied Smut?
You walked into your room with Dean hot on your heels. You had made a pretty risky decision while on a hunt and he wasn’t too happy about what could have happened. In the end, everything worked out but that didn’t matter to him.
Dean slammed the door behind him and turned to look at you. If looks could kill you would be beyond dead by now.
“What the hell were you thinking!” He yelled, flailing his hands out in front of him. You watched how his arm veins popped out, how his muscles flexed when he put his hands forward. It was damn near impossible to concentrate on what he was saying. How was it possible that someone could look this good while yelling? No, a better question was why was this turning you on? Seeing him all worked up made something inside you scream.
“Everything worked out, I don’t know why you’re freaking out.” You said nonchalantly, holding his gaze. He rolled his eyes at your response. He was so attractive without even trying. The way that he swiftly darted his tongue along his bottom lip, or the way he wiped his chin with his thumb. God, the things you wanted him to do to you.
“You almost got me and Sam killed, not to mention yourself. The only reason we’re still alive is because I saved our asses.” This time you rolled your eyes.
Dean took a step forward, and you swore you could see a faint smirk play on his features.
“What did you just do?” You stood up off the edge of the bed and stared at Dean.
“No, the only reason that we’re alive and not puppy chow is because of my quick thinking.” You wanted to see how far you could push him before something snapped. With Dean, makeup sex was a given, no matter how small the fight was. You couldn’t wait to see how mindblowing this round was gonna be.
He took another step closer, forcing you back down on the bed. You just stared at each other. With each passing second his light green eyes grew darker. You flicked your eyes down to his lips. Fuck, they were so perfect and plump you couldn’t wait to feel them on you, attacking every inch of your body, leaving marks all over your neck and other places only he could see. Just looking at them alone made you wet.
“God, Y/n, you’re so full of yourself.” He said looking down at you. He watched you as you stared at his lips and he smiled. He knew exactly what you were doing, and what your endgame was, and he wasn’t complaining. The only thing was, he could play this game better.
“Am I?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes. By now he was so close that you could practically smell his aftershave. He held your chin in his hands. You watched as his eyes raked your body, briefly stopping at your breasts before bringing them back to your eyes.
He leaned down and lifted your face, he lightly brushed his lips against yours.
“Yeah, you are.” He said pulling away. He walked back to the table on the opposite side of the room and took off his shirt. You chuckled inside your head. You could barely concentrate on what he was saying when he had clothes on, nevermind when he takes them off.
Your eyes snapped up to his defined torso; all you wanted to do was run over to him and drop to your knees, but you held yourself together. At this point, both of you knew that this wasn’t about your hunting decisions, it was about who would crack first.
“So, you’re mad at me because I do- I know what I’m doing.” You stuttered, tearing your eyes away from the god of a man in front of you, yes he was hot, but he was annoying as hell. Especially with the way he made you crumble by just talking. He now had a full on smirk plastered on his face, you knew he enjoyed seeing you stumble over your words, largely because it was him making you do it.
“No, I’m mad because you’re reckless and impulsive. You almost got everyone killed.” He said sternly, running his hands through his hair. You watched as his muscles flexed when he lifted his arms up. He knew what he was doing, he knew every little thing he did was making you wetter by the second. His voice, his arms, his everything. It was all so distracting.
You got up off the bed and started walking towards him.
“You know what Dean?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. You were now standing about five inches from his face.
He mimicked your actions and turned his head to the side as well.
“What’s that?” He hummed, narrowing his eyes. He watched your chest heave as you slowly got more turned on. You sucked in a breath, preparing yourself for what was most likely going to happen after your next statement.
“I think you’re pissed because I was the one that saved us this time and you were the one screaming my name for help.” You smiled when you saw the rise that got out of him. He closed the remaining space between you two by grabbing your hips roughly. He bent down and put his lips to your ear.
“You’re gonna be the only one screaming this time.”
All you saw was a slight smile on his face before he spun you around and set you on the table. By now you had passed the turned on line and slid right into sexually frustrated.
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.
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.
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Part one, Sam’s Proposal.
This literally took me forever to write and get out. I kept getting stuck on almost every paragraph and I kept changing details and things throughout the writing so this is probably going flop but I’m actually not mad at it and I actually really like how it turned out.
Sam x Female Reader
Word Count: 444
Notes: Y/f/n means your full name
You walked down the winding dark road leading to where the unknown creature you guys were hunting was supposed to be. Both you and Sam knew that this was a hunt that you might not walk out from, and honestly you were okay with going down if it was swinging and with someone you love.
You could see Sam’s nervousness, even in the dark of the night and you knew that if even he was scared it wasn’t something to be taken lightly. The not knowing what lay ahead was probably the worst part of it all.
While you were deep in thought Sam had fallen behind, lost in his own mind. He had looked up to see the beautiful woman in front of him, still walking. She only turned around when she noticed the heavy footsteps that were beside her had subsided.
“Y/n I love you. And I know that this is something that we probably won’t make it out from and I can’t live what’s rest of my life with knowing I didn’t do this.” He said, getting down on one knee. You looked at the mountain of a man in front of you. “Sam get up.” You laughed, not knowing if he was serious, and even if he was, now really wasn’t the time, you guys were headed off to almost certain death.
He continued on, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a little black box. “Since the day I met you I knew I wanted to marry you, you look like a goddess and have one of the best personalities ever. I love you /Y/f/n, will you marry me.” You stared down at him, speechless. “Yes.” You breathed, as you ran over and gave him a hug that tackled him to the ground.
You pulled away looking at him, but your eye got caught by the dazzling silver under the moonlight. Sam looked down at the ring and smiled. “Do you like it?” You tried to find words but found yourself stumbling. “How did you afford this?” Oh, how you wish you had found other words than that. “ A jeweler up in New York owed me a favor.” You were still staring at the ring as he slid it onto your finger. You held your hand and watched as it reflected in the night. “Sam, I love you so much.” You said as you leaned in for a kiss, not knowing if it would be your last.
You stumbled out of the old abandoned house behind Sam. You had done it, you guys actually were alive, and every one of those vampires were dead. You smiled triumphantly as your fiance turned to look at you.
“We won.” You laughed, as Sam waited for you.
As you got in the car all you could think about was how really lucky you were. You had a God like fiance, you lived to see another day, that was hopefully your wedding, and most of all you had everyone you loved right by your side
Sorry, this took so long to get up and sorry to whoever requested it, I accidentally deleted the request before I could copy it. So I kinda left it on a cliffhanger so you guys could choose what you wanted the ending to be
Imagine: You and Dean being enemies but thinking you are soulmates (I think?)
Dean Winchester x Female Reader
Word Count: 1351
Sam glared at his brother for about the 102nd time that day and shook his head. “Dean are you really sure you want to do this?” He asked climbing out of the car alongside Dean as they walked towards the towering houses lining the street.
They walked straight up to the front door and knocked. They waited about 3 minutes and got what they were looking for, no answer. Sam walked around back, looking for any open windows or doors and Dean did the same. They both looked up to the second floor at a window that was left open. “How do you even know this one is her?” He asked. “Dean we’ve checked every city hall with the same name as hers in every city we’ve stopped in. How do you know she’s not your enemy?”
Dean looked down at Sam from the fire escape he was currently climbing up. “ Because, Sam, she just is, I know it’s weird but I just, I don’t know, I just feel it.” He said as he reached the small platform near the window. “And with how the last time I saw Cassie, it didn’t end well, at all.” He shook his head dramatically. Sam looked up at Dean and frowned.
They walked around the room picking up little objects and looking at them. Dean plopped down on the bed causing a big groan to come from the frame. He looked down and raised his eyebrows and smirked causing Sam to scoff. “Dude, if you really want to meet her, why don’t you just knock on the door maybe, oh uh, I don’t know, when she’s home.” Dean got up looking around at pictures of probably one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen and some of her friends, he was guessing.
“Because that would be weird, just showing up at her door and saying hey I think we’re soulmates.” He yelled. “Oh, but you stalking her isn’t?” Sam asked, chuckling. “I am, I am not stalking,” Dean said back, walking over to a dry erase board calendar. Dean looked at the date and looked at the activities planned for that day. He grabbed a picture from the wall and ushered Sam and himself back down the fire escape.
374 Tobler road. The shiny black impala sat outside the company building waiting for the same beautiful girl he’d seen in the picture.
Soulmate and Enemy. One of those words brought great happiness and the other brought nothing but pain and misery. On everyone’s wrist, each held a name, one was your destined soulmate and one was your sworn enemy. On your left wrist, you had the name Casen Anderson and on your right, you had the name, Dean Winchester. You knew Casen, he was your boss after all, who you had dated, twice. Dean, however, was someone you had never met.
You hated Casen with everything in you so you thought that he was your enemy, for a short while you were sure that he was your soulmate because of that you two gave it another go and now here you were, alone in some restaurant by yourself downing milkshakes and fries as they came to you.
The door to the quaint diner opened and in came two guys. They sat down in the booth in front of you. You glanced up from your half-empty milkshake to see a brawny dirty blonde man facing you. You quickly raked his features, taking in his green eyes, his boyish features, his hair spiked into a quiff and his worn leather jacket that was about 2 sizes too big. You stared back into your milkshake and let a small smile play on your lips. The particular reason why? You had absolutely no idea.
You paid your bill and finished your drink, heading outside. You got into your car and locked your door, you turned on your ignition. Your engine sputtered and you sighed. How wonderful you thought to yourself, first you get stood up, second you drink about 6 milkshakes in an hour and now your car wasn’t working. You let out an exasperated sigh and strutted back inside. You sat back down and huffed. You shoved yourself to the back of the wall in the booth and pulled your knees against your chest. You didn’t know what it was but everything just felt like it was going downhill.
Sam looked down at the menu groaning. “Why does every place you choose only have burgers on the menu?” But Dean didn’t answer, instead, he stared at the damsel in distress in front of him. It was the same girl who had given him butterflies earlier the same girl who he had seen drink 2 milkshakes in 20 minutes and to him that was amazing, and the same gorgeous girl who he had seen scattered in pictures on the wall.
“Dean.” Sam whisper yelled. He snapped out of his gaze and Sam turned around and looked at you. “Hold on,” Dean said, sliding out of his seat.
“Hey, are you okay?” A gravely voice asked. You looked up, looking at the attractive man in front of you. “Yeah, I’m just having a bit of a rough day.” You said, taking in his features again. “Well, uh, I’m Y/n.” You said, not that you didn’t want him there but anyone that wasn’t your soulmate you didn’t really want anyone talking to you right now.
“Dean, Dean Winchester.” He said smiling. Your eyes widened and you swear you could hear your jaw drop to the floor. You flailed your arms around, probably looking like an idiot in front of everyone. You flung your arm forward and pulled up your right sleeve shoving it towards Dean.
He held a knowing smile on his features and shrugged off his jacket showing you his wrist. In black markings was your name in elegant writing. You gave him a confused look. “Um, what is happening to that name.” You asked, looking at Dean’s wrist. He looked down giving a confused frown and shrugged. “They probably disappear when you meet your soulmate.” How was he so nonchalant about this. No one you’d ever met had had this happen before.
You lifted up your left sleeve to reveal a blank wrist. You couldn’t lie, you were freaking out just a tad. You held out your wrist to Dean for the second time and showed him as well. “See, it looks like its completely normal.” He smiled, before lightly tugging your sleeve back down. He shrugged his jacket back on and slid into the booth next to you. He pointed his finger to the booth in front of you guys. “That is little brother, Sam.” He said picking up a cherry stem you had left on the table and chucked it at Sam. He turned around with an annoyed look on his face “Dude.” He said warningly. You chuckled, covering your face with your hand as you watched him turn back around and go back to whatever he was doing.
You and Dean were having the time of your lives, talking about things that you had done or wanted to do, just talking about life in general. Dean had told you about what he had done for a living and at first, you didn’t believe him, but with a little explaining, you found it easy to trust and believe him. You two talked about everything you could think about, Sam had already left and driven back to the apparent motel that they were staying at.
You were in the middle of laughing at one of Dean’s hunting gone awry story when a waitress came over and told you that they were closing. You guys were getting ready to leave, pulling out some cash for the bill when you heard the waitress say “Were closing sir.” to someone who had just walked in. You grabbed onto Dean’s arm and began to walk out with him, still laughing as he told his story. Your joy stopped abruptly as you looked at the man in front of you.
“Casen?”
I haven’t been able to write on my computer because of vacation and I know this is way late but happy 4th everyone
