#sam winchester wedding
I really didn’t know where to go with this so I just ended it. Feel free to add onto it and make a part two, just make sure to tag me so I can see it! Anyway, I hope you all are having a great day/night and I want you to all know that you’re beautiful and worth it.
Word Count: 515
Sweat dripped down your chest as you plunged your blade into the heart of the werewolf.
You heaved, looking over at the long-haired man that was tied up across the room. You walked over to him, kneeling down beside him. As you gently shook him you heard a groan.
“Hey? Are you okay?” You spoke softly. The man jumped and sucked in a sharp breath.
“Don’t freak out. I’m here to help.”
He looked at you with wide blinking eyes and nodded.
“Is it dead?”
You nodded and took out your pocket knife, cutting him loose. You knew what came next, the talk. No matter how many times you had to do it, it never got any easier. Knowing that you could be possibly ruining someone’s life.
“Ok this is going to sound unbelievable and you might think I’m crazy but my name is Y/f/n and I hunt monsters-“
“My brother? Where is he?” He shrugged off what you had just said like it was nothing.
“Your brother?”
He nodded trying to get up, but you held him down. He looked up at you, surprised you had the strength to hold down a man of his stature.
“I’ll find him, where did you see him last?” You asked him, really hoping to find this mystery brother okay and our of harm’s way.
You were taken by surprise as the man gently grabbed your arm but he was interrupted as a loud bang came from outside the barn. You grabbed your gun from your waistband and gave the guy a look you were hoping he understood, which he apparently did, because he slunk back down in his place on the ground.
You stalked your way over to the door, keeping your gun raised. But you found yourself lowering it when the door opened and you saw a familiar face. You had traded out your gun for your fist as it connected with his face.
He looked up at you with confusion.
“Y/n?” You looked up at him, as he towered over your frame.
“Dean.” You huffed. “You’re the brother?”
His expression immediately shifted. “You know where Sam is, where is he?” He rushed out.
You rolled your eyes at him and lead him over to the secluded corner of the barn where Sam had been tied up. As soon as Dean caught sight of his brother he ran over to him dropping him to his knees.
“Sam, Sammy? Can you hear me?” You stood behind Dean as he shook Sam awake.
Sam eventually woke up and had gotten himself to stand up. But Dean was still being his overprotective self. You could tell Sam wasn’t crazy about his brother still holding him up, especially because he could hold his own.
Sam had hoisted himself into Dean’s car and shut the door. You took this as an opportunity bring up that past. You knew why Dean was so confused when he had seen you for the first time in forever. You could recall back when you were the little innocent Y/n you had been for so long.
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So hey guys its been a while, and I feel like I should give you a little explanation of what going on. I have this thumb drive I keep EVERYTHING on down to my gifs and my fics that I’m working on and have written in the past has broken, as far as I know, there is no way to recover what was on it, sadly. I had this very good fic on there that involved Sam which has now been lost, along with all of my gifs. So moral of the paragraph I’m sorry for the lack of posting and I’m trying to rewrite the imagine that I have lost. :)
* Lots of cuddling
* Sams the big spoon
* Sometimes you lay on his chest and he plays with your hair
* You love his hair
* Intense laughing fits
* Working out together
* Going on runs together
* Dean is disgusted by both
* You guys reading books together
* Seriously, it’s like you guys have your own book club
* It’s cliche but, massive bear hugs
* He holds your head in his hand and hugs you till you can’t breathe
* You’re his main priority on hunts
* Playing with his hair mindlessly
* Dean didn’t always like you
* He thought you would be another Ruby
* He was happily proved wrong and loves you like a sister
* You scratching his back
* His hand is always on your leg
* Top of head kisses
* Forehead kisses
* Light barely touching kisses
* Intense deep kisses
* Sparring
* When you get frustrated at something he lets you explode
* Sometimes you pound on his chest
* Eventually he grabs your hands and hugs you
* Angry sex
* Rough sex
* Sam is crazy dominate
* “Mine”
* He loves gripping your hips (just enough for bruises) while he pounds into you
* You waking each other up for morning sex
* Dean hates it
* You guys are loud
* He’s not so much overprotective as he is over worried
* You wearing his shirts to bed
* “Gn Y/n, I love you.”
* Goodnight kisses
Imagine: Spending Valentine’s day with Sam.
Word Count: 765
Warning: Smut, Oral (Female Receiving), slight D and S
You opened your eyes, the sun pouring in as soon as you did. You groaned, trying to roll over onto Sam’s chest; keyword trying. You were met with an empty bed.
“Sam?” You called as you wrapped the sheets around you, dragging them with you along the hall as you walked. You didn’t have to worry about Dean seeing you in only a thin sheet because he was out for his favorite holiday, ‘unattached drifter Christmas’.
As you roamed the halls you could smell the smell of bacon becoming stronger and stronger.
You called his name again and listened for a response.
“In here.” He called from the kitchen. When you walked in you smiled. There he was, shirtless, in grey sweats, cooking breakfast. His hair was still a little messy but you didn’t mind, you thought he looked good with it like that. Your eyes wandered over to his toned abdomen, then to his pants. You bit your lip mindlessly, those sweats left nothing to the imagination.
You were only drawn out of your thought because Sam had placed your breakfast down in front of you. The food looked absolutely amazing. “Thank you, babe.” You smiled as you looked up at him. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing your fork and digging in. Sam was a wonderful cook, hell he was a wonderful everything. But his scrambled eggs were something that could never be matched.
Your death grip on the sheet that was covering you had slowly softened until you completely forgot about it. Sam cleared his throat and you looked up, taking a break from eating your breakfast. He nodded his head at you and you looked down, your whole top front was exposed.
“Not that I don’t enjoy the view but Dean will be home soon.” He said, taking a sip of his coffee and smiling, slightly clenching his jaw; god did you love it when he did that. You just chuckled, getting ready to take advantage of the morning. “Oh, I don’t think he’ll be home for a couple hours.” You smiled looking over at him. He almost choked on his coffee as you stood up, completely forgetting the sheet at your ankles. You watched as he shifted in his chair, so he was now facing you.
“Y/n.” He warned. You knew what you were doing, though. If you kept at this hopefully he would just fuck you right on the kitchen table. “What?” You asked innocently, running your hands along your body. You stopped at your breasts, thumbing your nipple. He shifted in his chair once again, this time he moved his legs closer together.
“Stop.” He spoke in a tone, it wasn’t one that you could explain but you could tell you were getting to him. Just the look he gave you alone was making you wet.
You never broke eye contact with him as you brought your hand down to your pussy.
“Oh Sammy.” You moaned
That was all it took before he was out of his chair and grabbing you by the waist. “Oh, Y/n. I’m going to make you regret you did that.”
You smiled up at him before desperately going for his lips. You kissed him with a bruising force. It was all so hot.
He suddenly pulled away. With his hands still on your hips he backed you up onto the table. Your knees caught on the edge and forced you to sit down. He kissed, more like sucked, a trail down to your pussy.
You looked down at him and he made eye contact with you.
“Please Sammy.” You barely got to finish before his mouth attacked your clit. You cursed under your breath as he sucked your cunt. You squirmed under his bruising touch, but he held your hips down. His tongue licked and swirled making it hard for you to contain yourself. Your moans became ragged as you neared your edge. Sam stopped only for a moment.
“Hold it.”
You didn’t think you could, and you were right. White dots exploded behind your eyelids and the coil that was tightening in your stomach was finally about to release.
“Sam I can’t” And with just those words you came undone beneath him.
Sam stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You lightly smirked at Sam, you had disobeyed him. You knew what happens when you don’t listen to him.
“I want you on the bed, ass up in 15 seconds.” He snarled, his eyes raking over your body one more time.
“Yes, sir.”
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.
Preferences 1
If this doesn’t flop terribly I might do a part two with different characters
Sam
As much as you guys tried to resist the cliches you found yourself shopping for them anyway. Sam really wanted to go for a layered flannel look but you finally talked him out of it and into being a pirate. Dean made fun of you guys for your matching costumes but you guys didn’t care.
Dean
You and he had almost no communication while planning this, as you were the one choosing the costumes. You had planned to go as Batman and Catwoman as a tribute to Dean’s idol but somewhere along the line he got messed up and chose a completely unrelated partnering costume to yours. After the party though, he showed you just how hot you looked in your costume if you know what I mean.
Cas
As most expect you went as devils, he was confused as to why you had chosen that or as to why you had to dress up at all. After a while of explaining the purpose of Halloween, he was eventually sold because of the facts that there would most likely be candy. He gladly slipped on his devil horns. Sam and Dean weren’t amused by what you chose, but Cas didn’t care, as long as you wore that he didn’t hear anything anyone else was saying.
* It taking a while for him to open up to you
* Him always being super protective
* You watching him work out
* Jake completely geeking over you
* Him trying to surprise you with breakfast on your birthday but he usually ends up burning it
* Very steamy goodnight cuddles ;)
* Him laying on your chest
* He’s the big spoon
* You sometimes wearing his Police shirt or jacket around the house
* Cop car sex
* Shower sex
* Sloppy neck kisses
* Passionate reunited kissing
* Being worried out of your mind that Jake didn’t make it home before the cordon
* You guys hunkering down at the hospital together
* You being worried sick whenever he goes on his rounds
* Him being jealous of Cannerts because he flirts with you
* Jake watching you sleep when he can’t
* Him being a complete fucking dork around you
* He’s overly catious when it comes to you leaving the hospital
* You guys trying to abide by the 4 - 6 foot rule but failing miserably
* Him being a sex god
* Like no joke
* He’s a god
* He’s a dom
* Quickies wherever it’s sanitary
* You guys attempting to cuddle on the hospital cots but failing
* Back scratching
* Jake always trying to give you his rations
* Comforting him and letting him cry to you whenever everything gets too much for him
* Playing with his hair
* You guys always staying up and talking about your future outside of the cordon
* You guys being completely in love
* Taking care of him when he gets hurt
* Him constantly fake hitting on you as if you guys had never met
* Him proposing to you with a bread twisty tie
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(Part 2 to The Sociopath)
So like literally all of my writing this was done at 4:08 am and is probably terrible but whatcha gonna do, anyway part two was requested a lot. So I decided I’m going to keep this going in a smutty direction I hope you guys like it, Send me requests!
You clutched the piece of paper in your hand as you crossed the street. You knew not to do this, it was against your better judgment, yet here you were, on your way to a destination that no one knew you were going to. Of course, you had thought about telling Stefan but you knew he’d stop you and it wasn’t something that he would have been okay with.
Meet me at our place - kp You crumpled the paper and tossed it into the nearby trash can before opening the door which led to the foreclosed house that he had previously held you in.
The door was still torn off the hinges and pieces of broken chair littered the living room. You walked in silence too aware to say anything, your eyes darted from object to object trying to find any sign that someone was here.
“Finally.” A voice rung out from the chair behind you. The chair turned around like some villain in a superhero movie. He got up and walked towards you, not taking his eyes off you. You could feel your heart pounding from inside you, hell, he could probably hear it from outside your body. “Kai.” You breathed as he took his final step, only inches away from you. “Hi,” he spoke softly.
“It took you so long I didn’t think you were coming.” He smiled. “Neither did I,” You said looking down. Kai lifted your chin up with his finger, everything inside you told you to push him off you or run away but you really didn’t want to. You looked back up, staring back at him.
He looked different more grown, more attractive, for a psycho killer. You pulled away from his hand and walked over to the chair that he had gotten up from, you plopped yourself down on it and looked out the window. “Why did you send me that note?” You finally asked, he walked closer to you, stopping about two feet away.
“We need to talk about us.” He said confidently. Your eyes snapped over to him. “What do you mean us? There is no us. I’m with Stefan, we’re doing fine.” Kai sighed and chuckled and took a couple steps forward. “Notice how you said fine and not great?” He questioned. Admittedly you and Stefan had been having some problems, but what couple wouldn’t with all of the shit that you guys go through. What kind of relationship wouldn’t be as problematic with monster after monster, villain after villain, and yet here you were talking with the most dangerous one about your slippery relationship.
You stayed silent and looked down. You heard his footsteps come closer, then a finger was placed under your chin again and you were forced to look back up. “I’m better than him; at protecting you,” he said slowly, looking at your lips before speaking again. “At kissing you,” he leaned your chin up to his. His lips connected with yours
He slowly pulled away, opening his eyes “at everything.” He whispered, leaning in again. He placed one hand on the small of your back while the other held your cheek. You could feel your breathing quicken, just by the way his lips felt on yours, the way they fit so perfectly between yours.
He faltered as his nose bumped into yours, you took this as an opportunity to stand up and wrap your arms around his neck. You could feel him smiling as he pulled away, only for a second before moving to your neck. His hot breath danced across the side of your neck causing a shiver to run down your body. You breathed heavily, pulling his face back up to yours and once again kissing him, he lightly bit your bottom lip and smiled. Your heart felt like it was going to explode, it all seemed so wrong but too good to stop.
Kai groaned as you kissed along his jaw before moving to his neck. His hands groped your body, sending waves of pleasure through you. It all seemed so unreal, almost like it was too good to be true but it was happening and it was great. It was slow and passionate yet fast and hot.
You finally pulled away from him, breathing hard. He chuckled and brought his thumb up to your bottom lip, lightly dragging it across. Your breathing faltered at his touch, it was something you craved.
You looked at Kai’s swollen lips, thinking about how just seconds ago those had been on you, his tongue had been inside you his hands had roamed your figure and you smiled. “We still have one little problem to take care of.” He chuckled, looking out the window. You watched as Stefan wandered down the street, completely oblivious as to what had just happened in the foreclosed house he had just passed.
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
Part 2 here
Warnings: None except light cursing
He chuckled at the tear that had rolled down your cheek before using his finger to wipe it away, he locked eyes with you and brought his hand to his mouth, he licked the tear off his finger, still holding your gaze. You broke the contact and looked down at your bound wrists.
You finally looked up at the monster of a man in front of you. He made you sick, killing people and ruining lives meant nothing to him, he saw it all as a mere game. And to your surprise, he hadn't laid a hand on you, yet, except for that brief moment. As much as you wanted to hate him you knew it wasn’t his fault he was a sociopath, but what he chose to do with his lack of guilt and sympathy was completely up to him.
He was still staring at you, it’s like his eyes had been glued to you ever since you had gotten there.
“What are you going to do to me?” You asked, finally bringing yourself to speak. He looked taken aback that you had the courage to even talk but out of everyone you were one of the few people that had sympathy for him, and not as much fear. He chuckled yet again “I don’t know, maybe torture you.” he spoke as a small smile spread across his face. You took a deep breath and pushed yourself as far back into the chair as you could.
You looked at him again, “Do you enjoy killing people, being feared?” you asked, watching his expression shift. For maybe the first time this encounter he tore his eyes away from you.
“I like being a sociopath. You know, I’m not burdened by things like guilt or love.” He said looking down and then looking back up. “Are you sure, not even in your own way, you don’t love anyone, not even one person?”
He sighed, “Ugh, I forgot you are a psychology major.” He groaned. You slightly smiled, unaware of why Kai Parker remembering something about you made you a little bit happy.
You looked back up and again he was staring at you, you stared back, noticing how blue his eyes were. “It’s a bitch isn’t it, loving someone?” You asked, hoping to get something out of him to see that he wasn’t all bad. That maybe there was one glimmer of hope to see that there was something in him worth saving. “Yeah.” He breathed. Continuing to stare into your eyes. You could feel a slight grin trying to play on your features. Something about him saying gave you a happy but odd feeling. He leaned forward a tad before stopping and looking at the door behind you. You turned around to see the door being flung open.
Stefan and Damon walked into the room. “Y/n!” He yelled, running over to you. You looked at where Kai had been to see an empty seat. “Stefan.” You sighed happily. He reached for the ropes, getting burned as he touched them, clever bitch had covered them in vervain. Stefan fought through it and continued to untie you.
Damon walked back to you and Stefan. “He’s gone,” Damon said, picking up a chair and throwing it across the room. “If Kai wants a fight he’ll show,” Stefan said looking at his brother. You nodded and Stefan put an arm around you ushering you to the door that they had broken off the hinges. As you walked you looked around, spotting a dark shape up in the rafters of the building.
Kai’s eyes found a way to yours once again, you kept the gaze locked, confused with yourself as to why you weren’t screaming at Damon that you knew where he was, instead you watched his expression soften as he watched you walk out with the brothers. You broke the intense contact when you looked down, smiling softly.
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
Ok so you know what I love so much is how Sam and Dean went from being these hunters who weren’t really anybody in the beginning and just following in their dad’s footsteps but now it’s like everyone and monster fears them, like after those two hunters killed Sam and they said “do you really want to have Dean Winchester on your ass for the rest of your life like yes bitch fear them It just makes me so happy or when they said we’re not trapped out here with you you’re trapped out here with us and idk it’s just something that makes me so mf happy
