You are the girl Sam lives with between s7 and 8 and you are happy together until Dean shows up and forces you to leave.

I Really like this prompt. Hope you enjoy the story.

Sam peeled his tacky body off yours, panting in unison with you. Beads of sweat lay between his pecks and he gently rolled himself off of you and the couch on the floor, landing with a thud and a small chuckle to follow. You gathered your breath and brushed the clammy hairs off of your face, fixing you bra back in to the proper place and sitting up on the couch. You looked down at Sam who was laid on the rug, his forearm laid over his brow as a quiet smile played at his lips. You slid down the couch on to the floor next to him, he sat up and moved over beside you, both of your backs against the sofa. His arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders as he rested his head on top of yours. 

“I’m so glad you brought me up to this cabin it’s been so much fun, just me and you, no distractions” your face beamed as you spoke, helplessly in love with this man and never been happier.

“Yeah, I’ve not been up here since.. Dean.” He paused for a moment, his brothers name always got stuck in his throat, almost too painful to say it.

“But it’s been amazing y/n. I didn’t know I could be this happy again.” He pressed a kiss to your head. He broke up the moment by standing up to dress himself, you followed suit. Throwing your bottoms on and staying in your bra, the heat in the room keeping you warm. Sam mirroring your decision and deciding to sport only his jeans.

He walked over to you and picked you up off your feet, you swung your legs around his waist as he carried you to his destination. He landed in the bedroom and dropped you on to the bed as he jumped down beside you and placing a sloppy wet kiss on your lips before getting back up to rummage through his bag.

“I got you something” he said excitedly as he dug through his duffel bag, in between his guns, shirts and books. 

A small jewellery box was in the palm of his hand, as he clenched his fingers around it and walked over on his knees to you. 

“This is an amulet bracelet” he explained as he opened up the box. A gorgeous fine silver bracelet lay in the case, with various colours and styles of small charms around it. Your eyes lit up as he took it and draped it over your wrist, fitting you perfectly. 

“It is supposed to ward of bad spirits and energy and invite in the good.” He furthered his explanation. You cupped his face in your hands and brushed your lips on his lightly as you whispered you got him something too.

“Wait here it’s in my purse” 

You left the bedroom and walked towards the living room you were about to bed over to grab your purse when the door bust open. You screamed at the man who had just booted the door open, who was drenched head to toe in blood, guts, goo and everything rotten.

“Who the hell are you!!??” He yelled at you, raising a gun in your direction. Sam heard the commotion and came charging through the halls with his gun, holding it up to the man, but only for a brief moment as they lowered them together. 

“Sammy” the man cried as he charged over to your boyfriend and pulled him down into a hug. They stood there for about 40 seconds just latching on to each other before Sam stood up and walked towards you. His perfect body was now doused in whatever crap the man was covered in. He placed one hand loosely on your hip and as other motioned towards the man.

“Y/N this is Dean.” He introduced.

Your mouth bobbed up and down as your head flickered between Dean and Sam.

“Y-your brother?” You asked in disbelief. Sam had told you his brother died, although he did look like he had just climbed out of a grave.

“Nice to meet you. But if you don’t mind my brother and I have a lot of catching up to do.. so…” he motioned towards the door. 

“Oh… yeah.. sorry I guess? I’ll go for a walk or something” you suggested, grabbing your t shirt that was laid across the couch and plunging it over your head to cover yourself up.

“Look lady, I’m sure you’re nice, but you’re going to have to leave. Like go home” He stayed firmly.

“Dean, she’s kind of living here at the minute, with me.” Sam confessed

“You a hunter?” Dean asked you. No you weren’t. You knew Sam was, that’s actually how you met. He was passing through town just driving anywhere and nowhere, and you both landed in the same bar. You had tried to escape the craziness in your home, where books and tables and shelves were being thrown around the room. Trying to avoid sounding mad you played it off as a joke to Sam, until he told you he could fix it. And he did. He stayed in your town for a while just to be near you, however he had quit hunting. It wasn’t the same for him to hunt without Dean.

“No” you shook your head at Dean.

“So you’re in here all cosy up with my baby brother…” he started scolding you then turned his attention to Sam.

“You know where I’ve been? Purgatory! The resting place of all things evil. I haven’t slept, haven’t eaten, haven’t done anything but kill for an entire year.. all this time you’re getting cosy with some whore?” He yelled at his baby brother, Sam opened his mouth to defend you before Dean cut him off again.

“How long did you even look? A few weeks?” 

There was a long pause, the tension could be cut with a knife. A layer of tears glazed over Sam’s eyes as he looked up to the ceiling to avoid his brothers stare.

“You didn’t..” he laughed out of pure shock. 

“You! Get the hell out of this cabin right now or I swear to god! I need to speak to my brother” Dean screamed at you raising his gun back up towards you and motioning towards to door with it. You grabbed your coat and ran out the door, leaving it wide open and running straight into the woods. Tears blurred your vision as you gently jogged away from the cabin, heading god knows where. You had to be as far away from that horrible man as possible. How could Sam be so sweet and his brother be so terrifying. 

Your boots snapped branches and scuffled through leaves as you got to the heart of the woods. You squatted down for a moment to catch your breath when you heard twigs snapping behind you. The steps were slow and steady, heaving breathing followed them as your body started to tense up. Please be Sam. You spun around slowly, ready to face whatever was next to you, as you saw it your face dropped, and before you could run you were in its grasp, taken away into the night.

Summary:With the newlywed hunting humans caught, you and Dean Winchester need to address the drunken vows that neither of you can remember.
A/N: It’s taken a hoe (me, I’m the hoe) literally four years, BUT HERE IT IS

You traced the pink, puckered scar that dragged down your abdomen and across your hip. It was an angry reminder that not every monster was actually a monster. Some were … human.

Annie and Henry had done it before. Each year for their anniversary, in fact. Eight couples in eight days in different cities around the world for twenty years. It had been nothing more than bad luck (for them) that you’d been in Vegas for your first vacation in years, that Sam had happened to talk to someone from Mount Charleston, and that you and Dean had said your drunken vows.

“Does it still hurt?” His fingers reached out to trace the scar just behind yours. It had been three weeks before Dean allowed you to even leave the room without him and twice as long before you could leave the bunker. Even now you could see the guilt and worry in his eyes.

“Not physically.”

“I liked her too,” he said after a beat of silence. Annie’s face looming over you had been worse than the cut itself. She had been so kind, and you had liked her in spite of the red flags her eager invitation had raised. Dean took your left hand in his, playing with the ring you still wore.

He hadn’t taken his off either. Neither of you had brought it up in the months following your run in with the serial killers. It had seemed unimportant then, such a trivial detail after your near death and the (sober) night together that had followed it.

– – –

“So get–“ You ignored Sam’s voice and the opening of the door, hands running down Dean’s chest before slipping beneath his shirt. “I’ll, uhm, I mean, uh, bye,” Sam stammered, neither you nor Dean paying any attention.

The sudden slam of the door, however, had caused you both to laugh. “Do you think we should apologize?” you asked, breathless as Dean moved his lips away from yours to trace down your neck. He was careful to avoid the fresh stitches, but the adrenaline had yet to wear off and you weren’t sure it would hurt anyway.

“Sam should know the risks he takes walking in on newlyweds without knocking,” Dean answered, silencing you with a kiss before you could question him again. “Sam should know the risks he takes walking in on you and me without knocking.”

– – –

“Are you ready for dinner?” Dean asked. You couldn’t help the smile that lit your face when he asked. Once you had healed enough to freely leave the bunker – and then waited another two weeks for Dean to agree that you had healed enough to freely leave the bunker – he had begun taking you to dinner every week, even during weeks when you were hunting.

More often than not, Sam would sequester himself to the library while Dean laid out a blanket on the floor or a tablecloth over the kitchen table and treated you to the latest recipe he’d discovered. During hunts, he would whatever meal you’d been craving and bring a movie to the hotel room you all shared and tell Sam to eat in his bed instead of on the couch with the two of you.

Dean had been … cautious on those nights. Holding your hand or wrapping his arms around your shoulders, but never leaning in to kiss you unless you moved toward him first. Instead he would fill the night with questions and honesty, asking you about your family, about yourself, and answering whatever questions you posed in return. The dinners never ended in either of your beds – although plenty of other nights did – and he had made a habit of reminding you that he “truly cared about you” before he left you at the door to your bedroom and disappeared inside your own.

It had taken a few weeks before you realized what was happening. Dean was dating you. Proper courting, dating you. Although the rings had gone unacknowledged, something had undeniably shifted. You no longer had two separate lives, but an unconventionally and admittedly confusingly tangled single life. Apparently, without vocal acknowledgement, you had decided together that the easiest way to untangle the mess you’d found yourselves in was to continue forward with the, again unspoken, acknowledgement that neither of you regretted it.

You and Dean had started dating, without ever saying a word to each other.

“What’s on the menu tonight?” you asked, standing and allowing the flannel with missing buttons to cover your scar again.

“A picnic.”

– – –

Sounds native to the countryside that had become home filled the air as you watched the sun set, content to lean against the man next to you and the impala behind him in comfortable silence. It had been the perfect picnic. Dean had bought your favorite sandwiches. You weren’t sure how he had slipped out of the bunker without you noticing, but he driven to town to get them. He had even stopped by the liquor store.

You felt a soft kiss in your hair before he spoke, and you shifted in his hold until you could look into his eyes. “You know how much I care about you, don’t you?” You ignored the pang of uncertainty at his words. It was always care and never love.

“As much as I care about you.” The silence that followed your words served only to intensify the ache to admit it was more than caring, but you were patient. You always had been with Dean.

Dean had been so careful with you since Annie and Henry. He had carried you around the bunker the first few days, refusing to let you stand on your own. He always hovered near you on hunts, although he knew better than to stop you from fighting. He was simultaneously softer and harder when you trained.

But the change hadn’t only been physical. You might not have noticed if it had been. Dean was always protective, and even more so after an injury, but it was more than that. He would speak slowly, as if weighing what each word meant. He was slow to respond when you reached out to him and quick to ensure it was what you truly wanted. He fought against his instinct to close himself off and forced vulnerability between you. You could see the battle in his eyes each time you asked him about himself.

– – –

You were lying in the bed of the honeymoon suite, half dressed, as Dean tended to the cut that had begun bleeding again. “Do you really not remember anything about that night in Vegas?” you asked, struggling to distract yourself from the sharp sting of his fingers.

“Nothing …” You could tell he was far more focused on his fingers than your conversation, and you struggled to think of some way to force him into saying more as pain momentarily clouded the room. “Just waking up next to a beautiful woman I somehow tricked into my bed.” His voice was quiet, distracted, as if he hadn’t realized that he said anything out loud.

His words surprised you. Enough that you didn’t feel him pressing wrapping a bandage around your middle until it caught against your fresh stitches. You hissed, and his eyes jumped to yours, suddenly focused again. “Am I hurting you?” he asked. There was nothing in the way he looked at you that hinted at the admission he’d just made. That he felt he had tricked you into his bed; that it wasn’t something you had wanted as well. Maybe he hadn’t realized he’d spoken aloud.

– – –

His quiet voice tore you from your reminiscing, from your reminder that Dean had believed you’d woken up in Vegas regretting him. He spoke slowly, brow furrowed in concentration as if struggled to find the right words, or struggling to remember them. He wouldn’t meet your eyes. “After … everything that happened … waking up in Vegas … then nearly … nearly losing you … I wanted to be careful.” With this admission, something changed. Dean held you close to his side, and a hand rose to cup your cheek, his fingers playing along your temple as he continued.  “There were so many questions, so many things we couldn’t talk about … but those things don’t really matter, and all that matters is that I love you and I need you to hear me say it.”

You didn’t hesitate, didn’t give him a moment to wonder if you had regretted him all those months before. “I love you too.”

– – –

Part One: Vegas Lights
Part Two: Desert Stars
Part Three: Neon Signs

SPN Rock Flash Fic: Meant for Loving You

Summary:A case at a strip club, a striptease, and a little fun
Pairing:Dean Winchester x Sam Winchester x Reader
A/N:This was written for @deanwanddamons​ Rock SPN Flash Fan Fic Challenge 3. I got the song “I Was Made For Loving You” by Kiss. This was by far the hardest thing I had to do, to write without any description, and I just might rewrite this to include a more detailed story AND the smut.
Word Count: 495 (HA! I did it! UNDER 500!)

Y/N put on a final coat of red lipstick and adjusted her corset one final time. She smirked at her reflection as she checked out her own ass in the mirror. She might not be the skinniest or fittest girl around, but damn, if she didn’t feel hot in her stripper get up. She stepped away and headed toward the stage.

Glancing through the curtain, she noticed Dean sitting at a table near the stage with Sam next to him, facing the back . When she told the boys about a case in a strip club, Dean agreed before she could finish telling him about it. They agreed to meet her at the club in Fairfax and arrived much quicker than she anticipated.

“You sure you’re good to go on, Y/N?” Kathy asked. The old woman looked at the stage in concern. “Lost four girls to the monster creeping about, each just after dancing center stage,” Y/N smirked as she turned away from the curtains.

“My backup is waiting in the audience, Kathy. Neither of them are expecting me to take the stage which should make this a hell of a lot of fun,” Y/N said, hearing her music start. Kathy shook her head.

“You shouldn’t be using yourself as bait,” she retorted. With a fluff of her hair and a wink, Y/N threw open the curtains.

“No better way to make them want to keep their eyes on me.”

—————-

“You see Y/N anywhere yet?” Dean asked Sam, glancing around the stage curiously. He threw a flirty smile to the scantily clad waitress setting down his whiskey. Sam shook his head.

“No, not yet. She said she’d be here and we’d not be able to miss her,” he said.

“Alright, go over it again.”

“Four girls have gone missing after dancing center stage. Some kind of creature steals them away…” the beginning notes of Kiss’ I Was Made For Loving You interrupt Sam’s review and they turn to the stage as the lights dim. Their eyes widen as they see Y/N burst through the curtain, stalking down the stage with a purpose.

“Holy shit…” Sam mutters.

Y/N’s fingers drag up her sides sensuously, tracing over her curves before moving up to her neck and up into her hair, gathering it up to the top of her head. She flipped it around as she got to the pole in the center of the stage, wrapping her hand and one leg around it, swinging herself around sexily. She then dropped to her knees in front of the boys, legs open wide, lip between her teeth.

“Fuck me…” Dean said with a sigh.

Dean’s mouth was dropped open as he watched Y/N rip open the corset and reveal the strappy bra underneath, drop to her hands and knees, and crawl over to the brothers.

“Monster is over there, boys. Take care of him and I’ll give you a more x-rated private show,” she said with a wink.

Becoming Queen-2

A/N This is a squeal to a challenge I did several months ago. I left the story hanging. So read part 1 first!

(1)

I panicked at the sight of dean in the throne room, I felt Crowely’s hand tightening on my arm. He jerked me closer to him, his hot breath on my ear.

“Did you break our deal? On snap and he dies a painful death! Your can watch him die, sweetheart.”

I pushed him back, my eyes filled with tears. I felt my heartbreaking.

“I didn’t tell him I was here, or that I made a deal for him and Sammy. I’m not breaking our deal…..” I jerked my arm out of his grip, rubbing what I already knew what would be bruised.

I’ll still become your Queen……just leave Dean and Sam alone!“ I fell to my knees, my body rocking with sobs.

"You’ve got fifteen minutes to get rid of him, or he and his brother dies!”

Dean stopped in his tracks, his heart breaking. He dropped to his knees beside (Y/N), wrapping his arms around her.

“Did you kiss him?” His voice was gentle and soft. He prayed that the answer would be No, she could still be saved if she answered No.

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. “I haven’t kissed him…we were about to when you came in. I have to….I can’t break the deal I made with him.”

She pushed away from him, walking away from him. He pulled her back to him.

“I can’t let you go, I can’t let you go to him! I would fight for you, I’d lie for you Walk the wire for you, yeah, I’d die for you! I love you, (Y/N)”

“You don’t have to do any of that for me Dean…not now, not ever. You have to go now….please.”

She pushed him towards the door, shoving him out of the throne room door.

XXX

Sam and Castiel bumped into Dean outside the throne room. Sam’s eyes widened in surpise.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” Sam asked.

“She’s doing this for me! She thinks she is protecting me, she made the deal to protect me.”

“(Y/N), is a pure soul, she can’t make a deal with Crowely.” Castiel stated. “Dean needs to kiss her, a true loves kiss will break whatever hold that Crowely has on (Y/N).”

XXX

I was standing on the alter looking at Crowely, his smile was evil.

“Now love, are you ready to become my Queen?”

The sound of the door slamming open made me jump. I looked towards the back, crying out loud as Dean, Sam, and Castiel stormed down the aisle.

Crowely moved his arm, sending them flying against the wall.

“Dean!” I ran towards him, where he lay motionless. I cradled hi head in my lap. I could see Same and Castiel pulling Crowely out of the room.

“You’re breaking our deal sweetheart….you know what will happen!” Crowely screamed.

Dean looked up at me, his green eyes full of pain.

“Search your heart and your soul You can’t tell it’s not worth dying for
I’ll be there I’d walk the fire for you
I’d die for you Oh, yeah I’m going all the time, all the way.” Dean smiled at me and let out a breath.

“Dean!” I let out a sob as his eyes closed. I leaned down and kissed his lips. Knowing that I had screwed up, by not keeping the deal with Crowely, now Dean is gone.

XXX

He felt her lips on his, a jolt of electricity going through his body. Dean slowly opened his eyes, (Y/N)’s heartbeat is loud and strong, she is rocking him, her tears covering his face.

“(Y/N).” He whispered, her body stiffed.

“Dean?” She looked down at his face, her eyes were red and puffy. His hand reached up, wiping her tears.

“Why did you do it? Crowely?”

“Everything I do, I do it for you! Always Dean!”

Dean smiled up at her, bringing her lips down to him.

“(Y/N), I love you! You’re mine, and I’m yours. I will always fight for you!”

The End

@cockslut-padalecki@notyourtypicalpunkgirl @small-town-wayward-daughter@impalaimagining@clairese1980@charliebradbury1104@kitchenwitchsuperwhovian@geeksareunique@sweetchaosturtle@winchester-negan-one-shots@miru186mcrmarvelloki (Dean)

AN: Not My Ninth Challange @cockslut-padalecki

Song: Bryan Adams Everything I Do, I do it For You.

Trope: Royal Court

Character: Dean Winchester 

Word count: 708

I sat on the bed, my emotions were all over the place. I closed my eyes, trying to get myself together. I had to get myself together, I had no choice, it was killing me. I stood up, picking up my phone, I opened my phone; looking at a picture, I smiled sadly. “Everything I do, I do for you.” I whispered. 

My phone rang causing me to jump, I ignored the caller, knowing I could not talk to him. If I talked to him, then I could go through with this deal that I had made, and I would lose all that I loved. I breathed a sigh of relief when the phone stopped ringing, I breathed heavily that he did not leave a voice message. 

A few seconds later my phone pinged and I had a text message.

D: Please, tell me where you are! I’m going out of my mind! “Look into your heart, baby! I love you so damn much! Please baby!”

Tears came to my eyes. I didn’t want to respond to him.  I knew if I did, I’d break my deal. The phone dinged again. 

D: “Search your heart, search your soul! When you find me there, you’ll search no more.  I know you love me!”

I had to end it, so he would not look for me. I knew he would search the ends of the earth for me. I took a deep breath and started to type.

Me: “There’s no love, Like your love! Please, if you really love me, you’ll walk away and forget about me! Stay safe!”

 I dropped the phone on the bed, not wanting to see his response. I jumped when the door opened,

Crowley stood there smiling.  “Are you ready to become my Queen?”

XXX

Dean read (Y/N)’s reply,his heart breaking. “There’s no love, Like your love! Please, if you really love me, you’ll walk away and forget about me! Stay safe!” How could she doubt that he loved her? How could she even think that he would forget her, or even walk away from her.

He noticed she didn’t deny her love for him, she didn’t admit her love either. He walked out of his room, heading towards the library in the bunker. “Sammy!”

Not only was he not going to walk away, he was not going to forget about (Y/N)! She is the love of his life, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for her. Oh, you can’t tell me it’s not worth tryin’ for, I can’t help it, there’s nothin’ I want more. Yeah, I would fight for you I’d lie for you Walk the wire for you Yeah, I’d die for you

“Sammy you got a location on (Y/N)?” Dean looked at his brother.

“You aren’t going to like it!” Sam looked down at the map.

“I don’t care, I’m going to go get her and break her home!”

“She’s in Crowely’s castle!”

“Let’s go get her!”

XXX

I walked the halls of Crowley’s castle wearing a red ball gown, adorned in jewels. Crowley stood beside me, in his usual black suit. I exhaled slowly as he took my hand, I wanted to snatch it away, I wanted to run. Run to the man I loved, the man that was the love of my life; but that was all over.

“Beauty, I hope you’re not thinking of breaking our deal!” Crowley purred.

“No, I’m not going to break our deal!” I snarked. “I promised to become your Queen, so the boys could live.”

“Very good! Let’s make it official!” Crowley smiled as he took my arm and opened the throne room. There stood an official to marry us, and I would become Queen of hell.

XXX

Dean and Sam rushed through the castle, searching through rooms looking for (Y/N). Slowly approaching the throne room, the brothers busted open the doors. 

“(Y/N), do you take Crowley to be your husband, and do you accept the responsibilities as the Queen of Hell?”

Dean ran towards the altar, yelling (Y/N)’s name.

@cockslut-padalecki @notyourtypicalpunkgirl  @small-town-wayward-daughter @impalaimagining@clairese1980@charliebradbury1104@kitchenwitchsuperwhovian@geeksareunique@sweetchaosturtle@winchester-negan-one-shots @miru186mcrmarvelloki (Dean)

Top 5 Favorite SPN Episodes

1. ScoobyNatural

2. Just Your Imagination

3. Regarding Dean

4. Mystery Spot

5. Any episode that Dean or Sam are shirtless

idc what it takes i PROMISE to write at LEAST one more thing before the year ends

oh also according to tumblr’s year in review my number one was Just Like You, so ty all ❤️❤️

fic tomorrow!

I promise, I literally only have like a sentence or two left!

Also, I decided to make a taglist! There’s a link in my bio for it!

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.”

Here’s a little dean edit I made my insta is @sinfulsxm if anyone is wondering

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.