Waken Up -Winchester Brothers X M!Reader

Waken Up - Winchester Brothers x M!Reader

Summary: You research later than the two. Later in the evening, Dean wakes you and Sam up from a nap

Dean looks over to his brother sleeping with his back towards him as he comes into the motel room. He walks over to whack his feet. 

Sam removes his arm from over your waist to glare at his brother. “What?”

“What time did he go to bed last night?”

“He went to bed late." You mumble tiredly. Dean walks over to sit on your side of the bed. “Were you researching again?” He gets a hum in response.

He slithers his hand under the blanket to rest it on your lower back. The warmth of his hand feels nice against your skin.

Sam lays back on his side and buries his nose in your hair. You feel some of his breath going down your back, which sends shivers down your body. “We’re going back to the bunker today, sweetheart. I packed our bags earlier.” The eldest Winchester says softly.

Groaning tiredly and softly, you bury your face in your pillow. “Sam and I can get dressed as you can stay in your PJs. How does that sound?” You nod. “Is my blanket in Baby?”

“Yeah.” The youngest Winchester answers as he gets out of bed and to his bag to get clean clothes, Dean doing the same thing. 

Sam goes to the bathroom to take a quick shower and into the clean clothes.

The brothers zip up their bags after putting their dirty clothes in them. 

Sam takes all three bags out to Baby as Dean carries you, who’s in one of his shorts, one of Sam’s shirts, and a pair of fluff socks. 

Your legs are wrapped around Dean’s waist and your arms around his neck, hands clasped together. Dean’s hands are resting underneath your butt. His head is slightly leaned against your head that’s resting on his shoulder, your nose against his neck.

“What time is it?” You ask, your voice muffled a bit. Dean removes one of his hands to check his watch. Once he has his hand back under your butt, he says, “It’s 9pm. You slept through most of the day.”

“It’s because I’ve been having some shitty sleeps, the hunt yesterday worn me out, and I went to sleep at 6 in the morning from researching all night.”

Once at the car, your favourite blanket is folded neatly in the back seat. Dean settles you in next to it.

You start to unfold the blanket and pause for a short second as Dean pressed a kiss to your temple. He squats down and rests his hands next to your outer thigh to keep his balance. “Do you want one of us to stay in the back with you?” Shaking your head, you look at him after placing the blanket over your legs.

“Okay.” He pecks your lips whilst standing and walking to the front seat. Sam took his spot and does the same thing, making the kiss a bit longer. He closes the door and goes to his seat next to his brother.

With Baby back on the road and some minutes later of silence, you ask, “Can we do a lazy, movie, cuddle day tomorrow?”

You Look Crazy - Dean x M!Reader

I just want to say that this episode (Dog Dean Afternoon, 9x05) is one of my favourite episodes

Summary: You think that Dean now talking to animals is funny, which makes you make fun of him with the Colonel laughing and agreeing with you

Dean’s POV Hearing the Impala’s door close, I run to the window and open the curtains to see (Y/N) walking to the motel door. Once it’s open, I immediately run to him and wrap my arms around his middle and my head on his shoulder.

“Oof. Dean, at least let me put the bags down.” I back up a bit to let him walk to the table with my arms wrapped around him. He put the bags on the table where there’s room left over as Sam is researching.

Perking his head up, (Y/N) puts his hands on top of him from my arms wrapped around his waist. “Dean.” I hum in response. “You’re a damn puppy.” A small whine escapes from me.

“Dude, he’s right.” Sam agrees with my boyfriend. “You’re worse than I am.” The Colonel looks at me. “Even the Colonel is doing better than you.” (Y/N) unwraps my arms from him. “Told ya.” The Colonel chuckles.

Hearing a van pull up outside, the Colonel and I run to the window and start to yell at the mailman. “You! You!” I tap the window multiple times to get a confused look from the mailman.

“Dean! Colonel!” Colonel walks over to (Y/N) as I stay at the window.

Feeling something pull my collar, I start to walk backwards. My body bounces as I’m seated on (Y/N)’s and I’s shared bed. As I’m about to go back to the window, “Sit, stay and shut up! You look crazy.” (Y/N) says in a stern voice. I do as I’m told.

“The Dean Winchester gets told what to do for once.” Sam comments with a smile on his face. A growl becomes his answer. “Dean!” I bow my head from my boyfriend and brother. “You’re getting your ass told, Hoss.” Colonel says before walking over to the two.

~Some hours later of more researching and telling Dean off, it is now night~

Rummaging through the plastic bag on the bed next to me, I find a chocolate bar. Opening it and breaking a piece off to put it in my mouth, “I wouldn’t do that if I was you.” Colonel sits in front of me.

“Dean, you do realize you’re pretty much a dog and chocolate kills them?” Sam looks at me from his laptop. Opening my mouth and pushing the chocolate out of my mouth with my tongue, the three groan in disgust.

“Give my chocolate here.” I pass it to (Y/N) as he grabs the bag and puts it on the bench next to the sink. “Now I see who wears the pants in the relationship.” I glare at the German Shepherd.

“What’d he say now?”

“What do you mean?” I look at (Y/N). He walks over to poke my cheeks. “The Colonel made a comment about us.” I mumble. He shakes his head a bit for me to carry on. “Who wears the pants in the relationship.”

“Oh, yeah.” He nods with a smile. “He’s not wrong.” He pats both my cheeks as he and Sam both laugh.

Groaning in annoyance, I fall back onto the bed with the dog hopping up and resting next to me. “He was right. You looked crazy.” Tilting my head, I look back down at him. “You were doing it too.”

“That’s normal ‘cause I’m a dog and it’s not normal for you ‘cause you’re a human.” Humming in response, Sam goes off to the bathroom to get ready for bed as (Y/N) changes his clothes to a pair of shorts and a black shirt.

Before I could say anything, (Y/N) kneels next to the Colonel and pokes my side, meaning for me to move over. Doing so, Colonel moves next to me with (Y/N) settling underneath the covers where the dog was. “It’s late, I’m tired and I want to get my hours.”

Stripping into comfortable clothes too, I settle underneath the covers too. (Y/N) leans his head against my shoulder with his arm slumped against my stomach and mine underneath his neck and resting my hand on his side. “Good thing I fucking love you, Winchester.” He mumbles.

“Love you, too, sweetheart.” With the Colonel whining at (Y/N), “Love you, too, dog.”

Just Kiss Already! - Dean x F!Reader x BestFriend!Cas

Summary: Cas and Dean have an argument about what happened to you on the hunt. As they get closer to each other, you tell them to just kiss already

Your POV Looking up at my fiance and best friend from one of the injuries on my body, both of them are having an argument about the hunt Dean and I just finished. Slowly, they start to close up the gap in between them.

A tap on my shoulder grabs my attention to see Sam holding a first aid kit out to me. “Thanks.” I say whilst grabbing it. “They still fighting?” He takes a seat out and settles a little behind me, leaning his elbow on the back of my seat.

“Yup. Been going on since we got out of the car.” I take out some of the supplies to take care of the wound on my right thigh resting on the chair in front of me.

“She could’ve gotten killed!”

“I know that, Dean!” The two start to ramble on about previous hunts about myself getting hurt.

“Oh, fuck me! Just kiss already!” The two look at me as if I’m joking. “Fucking shit, the two of you look like a couple who’s in a fight and is about to kiss for being sorry.” Dean starts to ramble on what I just said with Cas being confused. “You guys are quite close to each other, distance wise.” I shift up more in my seat.

“We’re going to get married and you’re telling me that our best friend and I should kiss each other?”

“Yup.” I smile at my fiance. “Plus, every time we come back from a hunt with a simple scratch or some shit on me, it ends up in a argument between you two.”

“Because you’re pre-”

“Yes, I know I’m pregnant. But this has happened multiple times before.” Sam agrees with me.

Dean moves to sit on the ground next to me with Cas still standing. I feel Dean rest his head on my thigh with his arm resting just above the wound. “I swear, you two act like the married couple more than Dean and (Y/N).” Sam says as he moves his seat back to sit across from Dean and I with Cas sitting next to Sam.

“Your mama be weird.” Dean says to my stomach. A whack to the back of his head makes him whine. “I’m two months.”

“Don’t care. I like talking to him.” 

“Him?”

“Got a feeling.” He shrugs. “And I have a feeling that your arm is being a pain in the ass right now.” Immediately, he takes his arm off to have the wound on my thigh bleed through the bandage a bit. “Fuck.” He starts to clean the wound and reapply the bandage.

“That’s what you get for not kissing the angel.”

“Shut up.”

I Win - Dean x M!Reader

Summary: Dean comes back to where Sam’s sitting, waving some cash around. You come back with a roll of it from just one game of pool

Dean’s POV Walking back to the table with a big smile on my face, I wave some cash back and forth. Sam shakes his head and taking a sip of his beer. “How much?”

“$200.” I dump it on the table in front of him. “And how much did you lose?” He leans back into his seat. “$50.” He gives me a bitch face. “Double that.” I shrug, taking a gulp of my beer.

Hearing a small thump, Sam and I see a wad of cash being held by a rubber band. Looking up to my boyfriend, he has a soft smile. “I win.”

(Y/N) rests his legs on the table with his beer in hand. “One round of pool. Bet in 50, out came 2000.” A proud smile is on his face. Sam smiles and chuckles, shaking his head and slumping back in his seat.

Slumping in my seat, I feel (Y/N) trace his finger over my pouty lips. Looking at him, he gives me a small smile. “I’ll split half with you.” He says quietly so Sam doesn’t hear.

Pecking my lips, he settles back into his seat. I push my chair back with the back of my legs whilst standing up. Throwing a few notes down, I pick (Y/N) up into my arms.

“Dean! Put me down!” (Y/N) starts to whack my ass. “Let’s go, Sammy!”

“Dean.” (Y/N) whines. “Save that for the room, sweetheart.” I sit him down on the hood of Baby. “Nah. You’re not having sex for two weeks from doing that.” He rests his boots on my thighs to push me away.

“Two weeks?” I rest my hands on top of his thighs. “I’m letting you use those chicks to get off if you need to. Only exception. But if you see the same chick again, we’re taking a break.”

“But two weeks?”

“One week. And you get two pies while you’re at.”

“You’re killing me.”

“Fine. One week of no sex and you still can have your unlimited pies.” Nodding and kissing him, I mumble, “Deal,” against them.

Get Back In The Car - John x Winchester!F!Reader

Summary: You tell Dean to pull over ‘cause you can’t do hunts anymore. The three men hop out with John starting to fight with you

John’s POV I go through the pages of my journal as Dean is driving and Sam and (Y/N) are in the back. A few scratches and bruises are on the four of us. “Dean, pull over.”

Dean glances at his sister to give her a confused look through the rear view mirror, Sam doing the same thing by turning his head. “Why?” Dean asks. “Do it!” (Y/N) growls.

Slowing down and pulling over, before (Y/N) could open the door, I reach over Dean to lock all the doors. “Why’d you do that?” (Y/N) glares at me. “You’re not going anywhere.”

(Y/N) swirls around Dean, making him move back more in his seat, so she can unlock the doors. Once it’s done, she goes out her door to slam it. “No slamming!” Dean says as the three of us get out to go to the boot as (Y/N) is grabbing her stuff.

“No slamming? Really, Dean?” Slumping her bag onto her shoulder and closing the boot, “That’s real funny coming from you since every time we go out to a bar, you manage to do that to blonde chicks.” Bumping into his shoulder, she walks past us to start walking away.

Walking faster and making her stop from myself being in front of her, I give her a glare. “Get back in the car.” A ‘No’ becomes my answer. “It wasn’t a question.”

“And I’m not giving a shit.” Doing the same thing she did to Dean, she walks past, but only to have her stop again by my hand gripped around her wrist. “Let go or I’ll do the same thing I did to that wolf.”

Feeling the barrel of her gun underneath my chin, I let go of her wrist. She puts the gun back into its holster. “I’m done hunting. I know it’s hard to get out of this life, but I’m going to stay with Bobby.” Her brothers question why. “Because I can’t be his little soldier anymore.” She answers without looking at them.

Sam walks to her to make her bag dump to the ground to wrap his arms around her. She returns it before giving one to Dean. She picks her bag up to rest it where it was.

“It’s been years since she died. She wouldn’t want you to treat her kids like they do in the army. But you did it anyway because you ‘need’ to find Yellow Eyes. What you need to do is save the people who are going to get hurt or possibly die from these beasts. Also, the difference between you and them, I’m related to a monster.”

And like that, she walks off the way we came.

Dean and Sam now are standing where she was. “You made us lose one of the best things that has ever happened to us.” Dean sternly says as he and Sam grab their bags from the boot. I question what they’re doing.

“We’re staying with her. Like Dean said, we lost one of the best things that happened to us.” Sam closes the boot with Dean handing me the keys.

They both walk in the same direction as their sister. Sighing, I look down to see a pictured key chain on the keys. It’s the three of them when they were younger in a motel with a smile on their faces. I look up to the sky scattered in stars. “I fucked up, Mary.”

Batfam turns into cute tsum Tsum, reader recation

I hope I wrote what you wanted 

Little Tubbies

Going back to the front door, I hear little footsteps at the top of the stairs. “Aw, no.” I chuckle.

Your POV

“Boys?!” It echoes throughout the mansion. “I’m home!” I walk to the kitchen to dump bags of food on the counter. Rummaging through the bag, I pull out a bag of Pods to snack on whilst I have a search for the boys.

I walk upstairs to have the boys and Bruce tumble over each other to stand at the top of the stairs. I put the Pods down next to me as I kneel in front of them. “What happened?” I cooed.

Stretching out my hand, palm up, they all fight to who stands on me. I stretch out the other one to have all of them tumble onto my hands, the boys on the sides of Bruce.

“Afternoon, Miss. (L/N).” Standing up, I see Alfred walk towards me, myself greeting him back. “Do you know what happened?” I life my hands up a bit. “I believe the Joker gave them some sort of gas that made them turn into these TsumTsums.”

“Do you know how long they’ll be like this?”

“24 hours, I believe.” Thanking the butler, we walk off our different ways. At the bottom of the stairs, I put the boys down. They waddle behind me. “Dinner will be finished shortly.” He calls out. I thank him again.

“Okay, babies.” Small noises come from them as I open my bedroom door. “I am going to do some work.” I sit on the middle of my bed with my laptop in front of me. 

~5 minutes later~

Small tugs are being pulled on my blanket. I sigh as I lean over the side of my bed to check out the boys wanting to come up onto the bed.

Cocking an eyebrow, I get up to walk to the connected bathroom, watching the Tsums follow me. I notice that Damian has a small scratch on his cheek. “Baby boy.” I pick him up and walk into the bathroom, the four following.

I settle Damian on the edge of the bathtub before doing the same to the others. I put the plug into its hole before running the water, it slowly filling up the tub.

The bottle of bubbles falls over, the liquid pouring itself into the water. “Thanks for scaring the shit out of me. Now stay here. I’m going to go get changed into my togs.” I go back to my room to do so.

After a few minutes, I turn the faucets off and settle in the nice, warm water. The Tsums either slide down or jump into the water.

Damian pops his head up in front of me. I scoop him up in one hand, water falling down the sides. His cheek nuzzles against my index finger. I gently stroke the scratch.

Minutes pass, the Tsums whining.

Drops of water drip from my body with the sound of the water gushing down the pipe.

The Tsums follow me as I dry my body off. I scoop them up and place them onto the bed. I throw the towel over them to quickly change into comfier clothes.

Just as I slipped my (shirt/singlet/tank top) on, knocks fill the room, the door opens to show Alfred. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Thank you, Alfred.” The Tsums heads’ poke out from under the towel. I grab the hoodie from itself being draped over the back of the chair, the hoodie being Jason’s. “Come on.”

Damian and Tim are in the one, big pocket, Bruce in the hoodie and Dick and Jason being on each of my shoulders.

Arriving in the kitchen, I settle the Tsums on the table. They surround a piece of homemade pizza as I eat my plateful.

Jason must be full ‘cause he jumps onto my lap and into the pocket. All of them waddle away from the crust to have Tim and Damian fight each other. I scoop up Bruce and Dick to have them on my shoulders, the part where my shoulders meet my neck.

“I think all of us are tired. Thanks, Alfred, for dinner!” I pick up Tim and Damian by the collars of their shirts to have them wiggle around. 

Dick and Bruce jump onto my bed once I sit down on it, Jason crawls out and Tim and Damian are settled with the others.

I crawl up my bed to be under the covers and shifting to lie on my side, facing the other half of the bed. The Tsums get comfortable; Bruce on the other pillow with Tim, Dick being up against my stomach, Jason in the joint of my neck and Damian being in the crook of my arm, which is resting on my side.

“Night, boys.”

~Morning comes in~

“You guys eat too much!”