Hey! What About One Where The Reader Is Sam And Deans Little Sister (13-14) And A Hunt Goes Wrong And

Hey! What about one where the reader is Sam and Deans little sister (13-14) and a hunt goes wrong and Sam and dean die and she breaks down in Cas’ arms telling him what happend ? Thanks!

Let’s do this! Thank you for the request :p

Cas Is Always There

You and your brothers stand outside the wrecked and abandoned warehouse from taking a pack of wolves. 

The three of you have some sort of wound on your face. Sam with claw marks, Dean have a small cut, and yourself having a cut on your eyebrow and a split lip.

“I think we got them.” You chuckle.

Sam and Dean give you their bitch faces. “You weren’t supposed to come!”

“Let alone hide in the backseat of Baby!” Dean finishes. 

“At least you two bloody idjits are alive! If I hadn’t been in Baby, then both of you would be dead.” Your eyebrows are furrowed softly.

Dean and Sam start to talk, but their voices begin to fade out.

“Behind-” Your voice breaks the fading noise.

Dean and Sam turn around to have two wolves have an arm in each of your brothers’ chests.

“No!” You scream, raising your gun to shoot both the wolves’ in their heads as soon as their hands get out and be covered in the thick, crimson liquid.

Your brothers’ bodies drop to the ground. 

You scream and cry whilst dropping to your knees. You start to hyperventilate. “Get up.” You manage to get out. They’re just playing some sick prank.

“No.” You look up to the voice. “What happened?” Cas asked. You say nothing, letting your struggled breathing take over.

He opens his arms for you, immediately running into them. One hand is on your lower back, the other cupping the back of your head.

He doesn’t care that your tears are wetting his trench coat. “(Y/N), you need to calm your breathing.” 

“I-I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” His vessel’s heartbeat is calming you down. “What happened?” He repeated the question.

“I hid in the backseat of Baby as I had a bad feeling about this hunt. I helped them kill the pack and we thought we got them all, we did. But the two that killed them must’ve been hiding.”

After a few seconds of silence, “I’m going to take you back to the bunker.”

You shake your head against his chest, “No. You’re going to take us back to the bunker.” You glance up at him with tears in your eyes, wanting to slip out. He nods.

You slowly walk to Baby and sit in the passenger seat, watching Cas put the dead bodies of your brothers in the back seat. After that’s done, he sits in the driver’s seat. 

“I don’t want to drive.” You say sadly. Cas nods as the engine starts and Baby is back onto the road.

On the way to the bunker, your head is resting in the angel’s lap, one of his hands lying on your side.

Once there, Cas carries you bridal style to your room. Your head rests against his neck, something you’d always do when Sam or Dean carried you.

Setting you on your bed, he leans you against the head rest and kisses your forehead, the kiss lingering for a moment, reminding you of the kisses good night.

“Can you stay?” Your voice is hoarse from the screams. “Yeah, I can.” Cas takes his shoes off to do your movement on the bed.

You move to lie your head on top of his chest. His arm wounds around your shoulder and draw lines and figure 8s on your back. You drape your leg in between his.

“I don’t want them gone, Cas. I want them back.”

“We’ll think of something.” He kisses the top of your head as you’re dozing off to sleep. “I’ll do something.”

Hi? First of all i hope you're fine and second could you write one where before Sam went tô college he had a boyfriend, that he never said anything before he left, so he is waiting for some news about Sam ( who just left him and is now dating Jess), and Dean, who is readers bestfriend, starts mensaging him to cheer him up, and in the end he discovers about Jess and what Dean is doing. I hope this make sense to you

Hi! First of all, I am alright, thank you, hope you are too. Second, I can write this for you. It does make sense and I hope you don’t mind that I’m gonna have Dean and the reader (you) get together :p (and is what you meant to)

College Girlfriend

Sam has been gone for the last few days. He had packed a bag and left without saying anything.

“I don’t know where he went, Dean!”

“He’s your boyfriend.”

“He’s your brother. Just,” you sigh and rub your forehead, “have you heard from him or seen him?”

“No, sorry. I’ll try and give him another call and see what’s up with him.”

Thanking him and saying goodbye, the call ends.

You plop onto the couch, thinking of where Sam could be.

Message from Dorka

Opening the message, it’s a video of him. Playing it, he has his lips out in a big pout, cheeks puffed out and blows out a raspberry.

You smile at it, and replying with, You dork

Your dork tho :p

That you are, Winchester

After a few hours of texting each other and taking your mind off Sam during that time, you thought of the piece of paper he hid from you a few days ago.

Standing to your feet, you go to the kitchen to rummage through the trash to pull out a piece of paper with a few stains on it.

Stanford University

Grabbing your keys, you lock up the house and to your car.

On your way to the university, you call Dean, “He’s at Stanford,” was the first thing he heard as soon as he picked up.

As soon as you arrived at the university, you go to the front desk and ask for Sam Winchester.

The woman at the desk tells you where to go. You thank her before leaving and going through the directions you were told, guessing on where you’re going.

Hopefully at the right apartment, you knock at the door. It opens to show a blonde woman. “Hello, can I help you?”

“Uh, does a Sam live here?”

She nods and tells you to wait a moment to go and get him.

When the two come back, Sam doesn’t see you yet and gives the woman a kiss on the lips. She walks off to have Sam take a few steps whilst looking at the ground.

As he perks his head up to see you, he stops. “(Y-Y/N).”

You shake your head with a scoff escaping. You throw the stained application towards his way. “Congrats on getting in. And getting yourself someone better, I guess. Well, better in your world.”

He calls your name out as you walk away, your heart breaking.

Almost to your car, you see Dean is leaning against it and Baby is parked behind your car.

His arms are open, you immediately going into his warmth. “He’s an ass.” You mumble, Dean humming in agreement.

He cups your cheeks into his hands, bringing your face halfway to meet his for a kiss.

You grab his collar to bring him closer, his hands gripping your hips. He sneakily has one of his hands go to rest on your ass.

You separate from the kiss to lean your forehead against his. “Wanted to do that for a little while now.” He says.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“The kiss or touching my ass?” You lean back a bit more to look at his face.

“Both.”

Hiii what about one where castiel and Gabriel are busy with their angel shit and end up ignoring their boyfriend a bit and he thinks that they don't love him anymore

Let’s see how this turns out like my other cringey fics....

Angel Love

It’s been a month since you and your angel boyfriends have had a conversation. Well, if you count a few words and noises as a conversation, then apparently there’s different meanings to ‘conversation’.

You’re sitting on the couch of your shared cabin in the woods, a book in hand and a beer on the table. 

The TV is playing in the background, playing a random show or movie, you don’t know, you haven’t been paying attention.

Your mind tries to stay on your book, but the thought of moving back into the bunker isn’t such a bad idea.

At least the Winchesters will pay attention to me. You think to yourself.

With your mark in your book and on the table, you take a quick gulp of beer before getting up from the couch and to your room.

A duffel bag and a small suitcase of your things, you swing the duffel over your shoulder and the suitcase being wheeled behind you.

Dumping the bags and shutting the boot to your 1969 Mustang, you settle in your seat and drive off.

~3 HOURS LATER~

You park the car next to Baby and get out, leaving the bags in the vehicle.

Tiredly walking to the library, the brothers are researching with laptops and beer bottles in front of them.

Sam is the first to notice you in the doorway, “Hey, thought you were at the cabin having a night in with Gabe and Cas.”

“Well, that’s not happening.” You sit yourself at the end of the table they’re on. They give you a small confused look. “We’ve haven’t had a conversation in a month and it kinda seems like they’re giving me the vibes that they don’t love me anymore.”

“With them, Gabe seems calmer and has hardly pulled any tricks or pranks on us and Cas always has that loving, lost puppy look on his face whenever you’re with him.” Dean shrugs.

“They love you, (Y/N), and if they had some sort of problem, then they’d tell you.” Sam gives you a soft, sad smile.

“Can I go to my room?”

“You don’t have to ask when you can go to your room, and you know you’re welcome here anytime.”

“We miss having you here. And like Dean said, you’re welcome here anytime. This is your home and you don’t need to ask to stay.”

Giving them a tired, sad smile, you walk off to your room that has been warded off the monsters and angels.

You decide to have a lie down and have a small nap.

And a cry.

~1 HOUR LATER~

Yells wake you up from your tearful nap. Taking the blankets off and walking out of your room, you hear your best friends argue with your boyfriends.

“Where did (Y/N) go?!” Gabe.

“Why the fuck would you want to know?!” Sam.

“He wasn’t at the cabin. He couldn’t have disappeared or taken as it’s warded!” Cas.

“Seriously?! You two have gone off doing your angel business shit in the past month and you haven’t had a full conversation with your boyfriend.” Dean.

“Yes, we have.” Gabe has his arms crossed over his chest as Cas has his head tilted to the side, his eyebrows furrowed softly. 

“No, you haven’t.” The four of them turn to you, your boyfriends having a relieved look on their faces. “Dean’s right. We haven’t had a conversation in a month, only a few words and noises. You two made me believe that you don’t love me anyone. If you don’t, just come out and say it!” Your chest heaves a bit.

“Oh, sugar, we love you. It’s jus-”

“Just that you have to deal with the Heaven shit! I’ve heard it too many times, Gabe.”

“How about we go back to the cabin and do whatever you want for a month?” He tries to reason. “Then what? You’re going to go back and do your angel shit?”

“We’re done with that, and you know what happened to Heaven.” Cas says softly. “We were trying to get some angels away from you.”

You walk towards him to dump your head against his shoulder and his arms wrapping around you.

“Why does he get a hug?” Gabe pouts.

“Because he isn’t a pain in the ass.” Dean answers, stealing the words from your mouth. “He’s right, Gabriel.” Cas had read your mind and confirmed Dean’s statement. 

“Want to go back?” Gabe had come up behind you and wrapped his arms underneath Cas’. “My shit is in my car.” You mumble into Cas’ neck.

“We can drop it off in the morning. We were gonna come and visit you guys anyway.” Sam says. Thanking him and Dean, you get zapped back to your shared home.

“We’re sorry, honey, we didn’t mean to make you feel like that.” Cas coos softly as Gabe grabs blankets and snacks to ready up a night in.

“You could’ve at least talked to me a bit more.” Your hands hold onto his biceps with your head tucked underneath his chin and your forehead against his collarbone.

“We know that for in the future if it happens again. Well, I know. I’ll have to remind Gabriel.”

“Mm.”

“I love you, honey.”

“So does Gabe!” Gabe jumps from being on his hands and knees in front of the couch.

“I love you goofballs, too.”

Hi sweety! Can u write one fic where Dean's bf is castiel best friend and they are really close, like he always sits on cas' lap and cas is always hugging him or kissing his cheek, and Dean try to play it cool but at the same time is like" he is my boy back off!". Greetings from Brazil!!

Heyo, I’ll write this the best I can. And greetings back to Brazil!

Back Off

Walking down the halls in the bunker with your hair spiked up, you rub the tiredness from your eyes as you enter the library. 

“Where’s my baby?” You ask Sam and Cas, who are seated at one of the tables.

“He went out to the store.” Sam says, not looking up from his screen.

You take a seat in Cas’ lap. This is quite a normal thing if Dean or him and Sam are out somewhere.

Your arms wrap around his middle, the coat surrounding your body and his warmth lulling you back to sleep.

Footsteps then come into the library an hour or two later, your eyes opening to see your boyfriend.

“There’s my baby.” Dean smiles down at you, picking you up from Cas’ lap. You quickly peck the angel’s cheek before Dean sits on the chair next to him and yourself now in his lap.

“Here I am, sweetheart.” Dean kisses the top of your head.

Dean had started talking to Sam and Cas, you busying yourself by playing with Cas’ hand.

The conversation pauses for a moment, Dean’s hands slipping under your shirt and resting on your lower back, “I got your chocolate. Why don’t you get that and come back?”

Nodding, you slip off his lap and shuffle towards the kitchen.

Once you’re out of sight, Dean is up and out of his seat. He grabs Cas’ collar and drags him to the nearest wall. “Dean!” Sam yells.

Dean’s arm is up against Cas’ throat. “You stop doing what you’re doing with my boyfriend. He’s mine, not yours. He’s my boy, so back off!”

Taking his arm back, he sits back down on his seat, Cas doing the same.

With you coming back, the three are back to talking to what they were discussing about.

Dean’s hands are rested on your hips and seats you in between his legs, your legs over one of his, your sock-covered feet going towards Cas’ way, and your back resting against Dean’s arm on the armrest.

You make sure Cas is okay as you had heard what Dean said. He nods at you, giving you a soft reassuring smile.

You munch on a few pieces of chocolate as you hear the three talk.

“I’ll always be your boy, Dean, and you’ll always be my baby.”

Dean grins proudly as you rest the side of your head against his chest. His arms squeeze around your body a bit.

It's not a ask or anything but I Just wanna say that i really enjoy your work and even thoug u say that your write is cringe , i Love It (Sorry for any mistake, english is not my First lenguage, Hope u understand what i wrote )

I am fine if it isn't an ask. Thank you for enjoying my work and think that it isn't cringe. And I completely understood what you wrote ♥️

Big Baby Booty - Dad!Dean x M!Toddler!Winchester!Reader

Inspired by myself telling my nephew he has a big baby booty....

Summary: You think it’s funny when you put your nappy-covered butt in Dean’s face Age: 2

Dean wakes up to something pressing against his face. He raises his hands to feel your small body.

“(Y/N).”

Small giggles escape from you as Dean sits up and settles you on his thighs, his back against the headboard of his bed.

You stand up on his thighs and bend over, your hands in between the space of his legs. Giggles fill the room.

“What are you doing, baby?” Dean asks, picking you up to be face-to-face with him, yourself being upside down.

“He doing the butt-face thing?”

Dean looks up to see Sam leaning against the door frame of his room.

Setting you up right and standing you in the space of his legs, “Woke up to it.”

You waddle towards your uncle to let him pick you up and onto his shoulders. “It is pretty funny.”

“Yeah, to the both of you.”

Sam sees you waddle into the library with a banana smashed in one of your chubby hands.

He looks at his sleeping brother slumped on the table. 

An idea pops into his head.

He stands up to take you into his hands and places you on the table near your father.

Sam sits back down in his seat and motions for you to turn around.

You do and lean against your hands, your butt towards Dean.

“Da!”

He jolts up to have his face touch your nappy. He leans back in his seat, groaning as you and Sam laugh.

“Sam!”

“What did I do?”

“You convinced my son to put his big baby booty in my face.”

“I just placed him in front of you and he did that on his own.”

Looking at you still in the position, your butt still in the air, “You love putting your big baby booty in my face.” He grabs you and settles you in his lap.

You start to munch on the banana as him and Sam go back to researching.

Finishing on your snack, Dean cleans the remains off your hand to have you put your hands on the table and lean forward as if you’re reading the book in front of the both of you.

Dean gives Sam a deadpan look over your small body.

Sam chuckles at the sight in front of him.

“He gets his booty from you.”