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Professor!Dean x Reader

— An accidental text to your Professor got you into this mess. Now you just had to decide if you wanted to stick along for the ride or go on pretending like it never happened. But why does he have to look at you like that?

Warnings: smut, lots of smut, age difference, language (it’s me), semi-public sex, possible non-con. All chapters will have individual warnings.  Author’s Note: You all can thank @jerkbitchidjitassbutt for supporting this bad habit of mine. 

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six 

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve 

Epilogue 

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Witches Just Wanna Have Fun - Part 2

Summary - Witch hunts always result in weird consequences but this particular hunt has the most weird consequence even for the Winchesters and the Reader.

Pairing - Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warning - Crack, Wincest jokes, Fluff, Angst if you squint

A/N - This is the second and last part of the fic. Read part 1 here.

Dean looked at Sam. “Don’t look at me. It’s all your fault”, Sam shrugged.

Dean muttered a ‘son of a bitch’ and ran towards your room. He knocked on the closed door.

“Y/N/N? Open up the door sweetheart. Please? I’m so sorry,” Dean begged.

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What The Heart Wants

Summary - Dean thinks his heart’s deepest desire is to cast Michael out of his head but is that really his heart’s deepest desire?

Pairing - Dean x Reader

Warning - Angst, Swearing TW : Character Death

A/N - This is written for @katymacsupernatural Make Me Feel Challenge (I hope you cry a little lol)

My prompt was “I don’t want an apology”

Spn divider by @talesmaniac89

Beta’d by the lovely @deanwanddamons

“I don’t know. I-I guess you – you hold the pearl and – and concentrate on what your heart desires,” Sam said and gave Dean the pearl

“You think it will work?” Dean said looking at the pearl in his hand.

“I guess so,” Sam frowned.

“Michael outta my head. Got it,” Dean said and balled up his fist.

"See, it didn’t work’” Dean scoffed, "I can still feel Michael in my head banging those doors.”

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Blushing friends - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Title: Blushing friends

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word count: 1,614

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine that you are an actress in Supernatural and you go to Comic Con with the cast. During the panel they ask you about your relationship with the cast and when you talk about Jensen you start bubbling and blushing because you like him, causing Misha and Jared to tease you.

“Oh dear! I don’t even know why I hang out with these buffons!” you said, trying to recover from your most recent feat of laughter.

“Oh please you know you love us anyway” Jensen said with a chuckle and wink at you.

You giggled slightly and averted your eyes from his, knowing fully well that if you kept looking at him your blush would only get darker and thus more easily visible.

Comic Cons had just started and being one of the main actors in Supernatural ever since the fourth season meant that you would join them either you wanted or not. And, quite frankly, you couldn’t wait every year to go on Comic cons. The fun you had with the guys there, was impossible to describe and you loved answering questions your fans had for you.

Sure before Supernatural you were a famous actor, not so much because it was just the beginning of your career, but once you started appearing in it, it seemed as if your fanbase had only gotten bigger and bigger. But what you loved most about that was not the fame, no not at all, but seeing that even more people liked your work and what you did.

You regularly kept in touch with them, through twitter, instagram, facebook and any other social network. You loved talking to them, showing them small videos of you on the set or photos - most of the were with the guys, sending them sweet messages whenever you saw that some of them were not alright or struggled with problems and such. You wanted to be close them. As close as possible you could, even in your busy routine. The best thing was that whenever you found some time you organized live group chats, sometimes it was simply texting but others it was video-chatting. Those were the best times. Especially when one of the boys joined.

You had lots of fun then with them but the most fun you ever had was when Jensen joined you. You were not going to ever deny that Jensen was an amazing guy that always made you laugh and have a good time. You always enjoyed his presence, especially since you were pretty close. You could not ignore the feelings you had developed for your co-star over the years but you were not going to tell him. The fans did not seem to realize that, though. Every time you talked with them and Jensen was there they would not stop talking about you two, saying how much they shipped you and, of course, Jensen replying with a ‘Me too!!’ proceeding to kiss your cheek. 

He had you blushing like a mad for sure and the fans nearly holding themselves from screaming from happiness. Most of them - that could somehow hold themselves - would not stop telling you two how perfect you were for each other and constantly asking you if something was going to happen between your characters. You didn’t know that either but Jensen always would tell them openly how much he wished that Dean and (Y/c/n) actually got together. The fans would always squeal with happiness when he did something really affectionate towards you in front of the camera and you were just a blushing mess. You didn’t know if he did all of this just for the fans or because he felt like it but every time you wondered if some part of him actually felt something for you.

You were close friends, yes, really close for that matter. Sharing things, secrets and deep thoughts that you had never told somebody and always being there for each other but- You always doubted if he actually felt something about you. That what you and him had was something more than just a deep bond. That you were more than just a friend to him. You doubted that.

“Hey, hi!” the fan waved nervously, holding the microphone close to her.

Jensen did a little wave with his hand and you smiled at her as well “So my question is for (Y/n)” she said, tucking a few strands of short hair behind her ear.

Jensen rolled his eyes in (fake) annoyance. You just elbowed him in the ribs and once again he faked hurt.

“Go on” you said with a small chuckle, glancing at Jensen next to you.

“Well, uhm you’ve been a part of the cast for about six years now but we’ve all been able to see the chemistry you and the guys had ever since the very first episodes. But I would really like to ask you, how would you describe your relationship with the cast?” she said with a small smile.

“Uhm well-” you chuckled slightly “-That I have to say is a very interesting question. I think I could go on about these guys for hours but uhm I’ll try to not ramble a lot” you said and glared at Jensen once you heard him snort next to you.

“Woman, you not ramble? Please, call the Winchesters it’s the Apocalypse!” he said and everybody laughed. You did so as well but tried to hide it with a fake glare.

“Oh shut up. Well, then I’ll better start with Misha because we joined the show at the same time. I would spend more time with him in the beginning since we both were new there and felt kind of like a fish out of its waters. And I have to say that our relationship is just like Misha himself. Absolutely crazy. Whenever we spend some time together I assure you, 99% of our time will be spent doing whatever stupidity comes to our mind. But it is fun I won’t deny it. Now, uhm, with Jared- Well, I have to say that with Jared things are a little bit less crazy. Just a little bit less crazy because, yeah, he is Sam fucking Winchester.” you, along with everybody else, laughed at it.

“But honestly-” you continued “-That moose over there-” you pointed to Jared “-Does not only have a big body but also an even bigger heart” you said and everybody erupted in 'aw’s “Honestly if it wasn’t for him insisting I don’t think I would have had the guts to step forward and make friends with the rest of the cast and crew. And not only that, but whenever I need a big hug because I’ve had a crappy day I know that that dork is always going to be there. Actually, he’s like the brother I never wanted!” you laughed.

“And what about Jensen?” she was quick to ask, clearly more interested in what you were going to say now than before. Maybe she just didn’t want to make it really obvious that she wanted to know about yours and Jensen’s relationship so she asked you about your relationship with the whole cast in general.

“Jensen, uhm well-” you cleared your throat and smiled nervously at her “-He- he’s my best friend, obviously. I-I honestly could not have asked for better friend than him and I-” you were cut off by Jared.

“Yeah. Frieeend” he dragged on the word purposefully.

“That’s how she calls it now” Misha was fast to add with a suggestive nod of his head.

“Guys!” you exclaimed, feeling the blush already rising in your cheeks “Well, yeah we- we are friends. Really good ones and uhm- honestly I have to say that I never enjoy anybody else’s company as much as I enjoy Jensen’s. It’s- We have a great time. Always. Honestly I have so much fun with him that-” you started stuttering again but obviously were cut off by Misha.

“Which one does she mean? The night fun they have at his trailer or…” Misha trailed off looking at Jared.

“No, no I think the fun they have in between shooting at her trailer” Jared said as if it was the most simple thing in the world.

“Guys!” you exclaimed once again “I hate them” you groaned, running a hand down your face.

“But- As I was saying, it’s-it’s great. Really, he understands me better than anybody else. He- Whenever I need him he’s just there. Like poof, appearing out of nowhere and sometimes I think that he is actually an angel because damn if he knows how to comfort me. And- and the fun, really I’ve never had so much fun with anyone before and I actually can’t believe my luck sometimes. Like, how is it possible that I got to know this man? I- I can’t believe how every time he manages to make things so much better by- by that smile of his or-or even a couple of comforting words or touches and he’s like the best thing ever and- and-” you had started bubbling, eyes focused in front of you and therefore missing the huge smile on Jensen’s face.

“Whoa whoa (Y/n)!” Jared said once again cutting you off “There might be kids here!”

“Jared” you groaned rolling your eyes, the blush on your cheeks getting even darker.

“I agree!” Misha piped in “No need to turn this into Fifty Shades of Grey!”

“I think you mean Fifty Shades of Red considering the blush on (Y/n)’s face” Jared said with a chuckle, pointing to you.

“Or maybe on both their faces” Misha said with a grin and both you and Jensen turned your head to look at each other.

Your eyes widened when you realized that you were both red, awkward smiles on your faces but you both turned your gazes somewhere else quickly.

“Ha you got it friend” Jared said with a wink and everybody started laughing.

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Lie to me - Dean Winchester x Reader - Chapter 5 (French Mistake AU)

Title: Lie to me

Pairing: Dean/Jensen x Reader x Sam

Word Count: … No

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and Sam getting transported to the French Mistake universe. Only for Dean to realize he is married to you, his best friend, love of his life and… Sam’s girlfriend.

Great thank you to @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo for being an amazing beta!

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“I’m not Jensen damn it!”

“You’re not… who?” you blinked, taking a step back and away from him.

“I’m not-” Dean took a deep breath,trying to calm down his wildly beating heart; it was out now there was nothing he could do to take it back and maybe he didn’t want to “I’m not Jensen.”

“What- what do you mean you’re not Jensen?” you blinked the tears from your eyes, watching him carefully and Dean hated himself for how you seemed to withdraw from him even more.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” he whispered, his voice rough; feeling a pang in his chest as you took yet another step back “I swear I’m not gonna hurt you just- I need you to listen to me, please. And then- then you can do whatever you want. Run, leave for good or kick me as hard as you can, I’ll take it.” he lowered his head letting out a shaky breath “I’d take it all from you.” he closed his eyes for a moment.

“I asked you one thing: What the hell are you talking about?” you pursed your lips, trying to seem brave although your hands were shaking.

“I’m not Jensen, not your husband Jensen.” he breathed out, looking at you “I’m Dean, Dean Winchester. The very same character your husband plays in the show, Supernatural. We’re here from our universe because a witch-”

“We?” you asked, cutting him off.

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Fake us - Dean Winchester x Reader - Part 3

Title: Fake us

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word count: 3,308

Warnings: None

Prompt: Hii can u do one kinda like the french mistake but in reverse where J2 are sent to the spn world (dean and reader have feelings for each other but don’t know yet) and in the “real world” jensen is married to the readers actress and dean is jealous xo

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“Where are you going?” Jensen’s rough voice made you look at him.

You smiled softly “To go find that idiot. Who knows what trouble he might get himself into” you shrugged.

He watched you carefully and in thought for a second before he got up and shook his head “No” he placed a hand on top of your shoulder, stopping you.

“What?”

“I’ll go” he sighed “I’ll go find him. I think I should have a talk with him.”

“Are you- are you sure?” you whispered and he forced a smile.

“Trust me, if it’s anyone besides you that can get through that man’s thick skull in the right way it is me” he gave you a small hopeful smile and you did the same.

“I suppose” you whispered and he rubbed your shoulder softly.

“Don’t worry, we will be back soon. I think that talk is much needed” he sighed, and within seconds was out of the bunker ready to follow Dean.

You frowned, watching Jensen leave. For the first time you couldn’t think of what to make of this. You didn’t know whatthe end result was going to be. You knew you should talk to Dean too but should he maybe have a talk with Jensen first? End what could those two possibly say? You feared the worst.

“Are you ok?” a voice made you look up.

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Fake us - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Fake us

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word count: 3,232

Warnings: None

Prompt: Hii can u do one kinda like the french mistake but in reverse where J2 are sent to the spn world (dean and reader have feelings for each other but don’t know yet) and in the “real world” jensen is married to the readers actress and dean is jealous xo

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“What the… hell?” Jensen breathed out, moving around frantically.

“This- something’s not right” Jared frowned, looking around him “Wasn’t the scene supposed to finish at this?” he added.

Jensen nodded his head “Yeah but- forget that. Where the heck is everybody? And where did they take the cameras?”

“More importantly- what is… this?” Jared breathed out, pointing to the wall right in front of him. Ure he knew what it was but he knew it wasn’t supposed to be there. connected to another wall and then another and in the end forming a complete, closed room. And even worst than everybody being gone along with the cameras, this looked so realistic to the point it scared them.

Jensen laughed nervously to cover up for his discomfort “Bet Misha decided to play some really messed up joke on us”

“I am actually really hoping it’s that because if it’s not then-”

“No, no this is messed up. It is too messed up to even think about let alone-”

“Dean? Sam? Oh hey guys! Didn’t know you were here” you smiled at them as soon as you entered the bunker. You frowned for a second as you took a look at them. The way they were standing was different from normal.

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Supernatural 15x20 ‘Carry On’ deleted scene(x)

All about that scene - Jensen Ackles x Reader

Title: All about that scene

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Warnings: Smut, So much fluff though

Summary: Jensen is single but he has feelings for his costar on Supernatural, you. Your characters are also attracted to each other so the time comes for you to finally film a bed scene. Only problem is that it doesn’t seem that realistic to the director so the you two actually end up doing it for real.

A/N: As it was “requested” in a way, I finally got the chance to write this long ass story! It was so hard not to let ‘Dean’ slip as I wrote this thing but it came along. 

“And you’re all done! Just, Jensen, please try not to mess it up too much, yeah?”

“Well, he can’t make any promises today.” Jared said to the makeup artist with a smirk, earning a sharp look from Jensen, as they both got up from their seats, exited and made their way to grab a coffee and something to eat.

“Alright, ok.” Jared huffed, tired of the silence that had set between the two of them “So you’re not even gonna try to talk about this now huh?” Jared raised an eyebrow, looking at his friend who forced himself to focus on the task at hand to occupy his mind from thinking about the upcoming work and even more one particular upcoming scene.

“Yes, exactly. Yep.” Jensen muttered, making Jared roll his eyes but smirk softly nonetheless. He let a small pause follow between the two of them as Jensen tried to pick what to eat.

“So you will just keep acting as if it’s not gonna happen at all hm?” he asked again.

Without meeting his eyes Jensen nodded his head, mutter a “Yep”

“And-” Jared narrowed his eyes, noticing how Jensen was on edge despite how cool he tried to look “You will pretend like everything’s just normal?”

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Imagine when John returns, Dean looks for you but meets a version of you than never met and fell in love with him which hurts him deeply. Only to find out that before it all happened, you were pregnant with his child and had not told him yet. (Part 2)

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“Seriously Jody, I don’t know how I will ever be able to thank you for everything you’ve done for me for the past couple days and you really didn’t have to put up with the hormonal mess that I am these days.” you said softly, arms wrapped around yourself mostly to bring Dean’s flannel closer to your body. You could barely stand to stay away from him for ten minutes, and he away from you for no more than five minutes, but at the moment and considering your current situation, you couldn’t be around him yet despite how bad you wanted it and missed him.

“I swear to you, I hear those words come out of your lips once more I’m making extra pizza with chocolate for dinner and let you eat all of it!” she gave you a stern yet loving look, the way a mother would and you groaned, but still couldn’t help your smile.

“No Jody don’t do that to me! You know can’t resist it anymore and if I start eating a whole pizza on the third month then who knows what I’ll do the seventh.”

“My point.” she said with a soft chuckle, placing a hand on your shoulder “I just want you to know I’m doing this because I want to. The girls are extremely happy to have you here and you will always be family, no matter what. I mean, did you really think Alex found this toy by accident on one of the rooms in the hospital?”

You couldn’t help a soft laugh, thinking about the small and adorable white teddy bear she had brought to you as a gift for the baby and it was insanely adorable. You wouldn’t let go of it sometimes, daydreaming for hours about the moment you’d get to give it to your baby and seeing its tiny hand hold it. And it actually the second one, the first one having been gifted by its very own uncle. What with Sam finding out first, by accident anyway, he couldn’t contain his happiness and had bought a small white fluffy blanket that you had of course with you all the time and would often lay over your small baby bump. Of course you had not been the one to tell the girls but you were so terrible at keeping this secret they had found out within the third day of you living with them.

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Imagine when John returns, Dean looks for you but meets a version of you than never met and fell in love with him which hurts him deeply. Only to find out that before it all happened, you were pregnant with his child and had not told him yet.

“I think it’s temporal paradox.” Sam breathed out, only to get a weird look from his brother so he went to elaborate further “We- We pulled dad here from 2003, right?” he got a nod from Dean “So time is self-correcting. Our timeline is changing to this new one.”

“So, what do you mean?” Dean’s eyebrows pulled into a deeper frown

“It means, I think, that if we don’t fix this, then we become those other versions of ourselves. Like, for real.” Sam breathed out motioning with his free hand, a sigh escaping his lips.

“Ok, well, I’m cool but you’re- ugh.” Dean made a face, waving his phone.

“That’s not the point. The point is, if- if all this is different, then what else changed?” he asked with a frown.

“Yeah, and those people didn’t even recognise us. I went in the liquor store and he said he’ never seen me before. If it’s not just affecting our lives but also the people in it and he is just… one of the ones who have forgotten us, what’s next?” Dean blinked, playing with his phone while the frown never left.

“I- I don’t know. I guess it could be… everyone. People we knew? People we did or didn’t save?” he huffed.

“Could be.” Dean nodded his head, muttering “I mean, we did so many things after dad’s death. Met so many people, friends, family, relationships and mo-” but he stopped himself when realization dawned on him and his eyes widened impossibly so. His entire body froze and his blood run cold. “Son of a bitch.” he breathed out in a dead serious and gruff voice, making Sam frown more.

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Imagine John noticing the feelings you and Dean have for each other but don’t dare admit and making comments about them to help set you two up.

“Dean I- I really think I shouldn’t-”

“Don’t.” his voice was deep and gruff, more laced with emotion than a couple hours ago but you could understand just why. There was a hint of grief and sadness there, pain even, because he deep down was only waiting for the clock to count down to the moment he had to watch his father leave again. “Just don’t. Don’t you finish that sentence.”

He knew what was in your mind ever since the issue of the dinner came up. You didn’t have to speak up, not to Dean at least, just by taking a good look at you he could read you like an open book. He knew that you felt uncomfortable, for most part around John because you had never met the man.

“I’m just saying-” your voice was small as you started again, watching him as he grabbed more plates for he table. You hated to insist, especially during such a moment when you knew he didn’t even the emotional strength to talk back, but you just wanted him to know at the same time “This is a family moment, probably the only one you’ll get the four of you. I don’t wanna be intruding o-or taking away any of it from you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” his voice was still deep, when his eyes met yours, you noticed how his frown had deepened significantly.

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Imagine John assuming you and Dean are engaged and being excited for his son because he can see he loves you. So when he finds out you’re only friends, he takes matters into his own hands, only to embarrass Dean.

The silence felt deafening. Every small sound managed to make you flinch, although you tried to make it seem as less obvious as possible. You kept your eyes focused on the plate in front of you as much as you could, keeping yourself busy with eating because in reality you didn’t know what to say to make up for any of this. You didn’t even know what you could say that would be remotely appropriate too.

Your eyes kept finding their way – as per usual – towards Dean. You noticed the glass of whiskey by his hand and as per usual you wanted to tell him how it wasn’t good for his health, how he should lower it down a bit and most of the time he did listen to you, but you knew that this wasn’t a time for that. You bit back your tongue and held the words in your lips, though, because you knew how much he needed it this time. He needed it to keep him going, especially during this painful silence.

You knew this wasn’t how he had imagined it and it broke your heart to see the man you loved like this, even if he’d never know it.

You dared look somewhere else other than Dean or your food and your eyes found the older man in the room who was already looking around the table with a soft yet very emotional one on his lips. He also happened to be looking at you, clearly taking notice of the worry on your face that you didn’t even try to mask when you looked at Dean. His smile only got a bit bigger and you averted your eyes, looking down almost shyly. It was still a surprise how the older man seemed to figure out your feelings for the green-eyed Winchester faster than him. But the again the entire world probably already knew and Dean would still probably wonder – best case scenario.

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“What the hell happened to you?!” Dean motioned to you with wide eyes and you rolled yours.

“Well, I think you should ask that to yourself too” you said and quickly motioned to the mirror on the corner of the room behind Dean.

He raised an eyebrow but turned nonetheless. His eyes widened upon seeing his own reflection. Short hair replaced by long blonde, green eyes still there but more… female like. His entire body and face was more… female like. No it was female.

“What the hell?! (Y/n) what the hell happened to me?!” he shouted, his face showing worry and fear. He took deep breaths, and tried to calm down his racing heart. 

It would be impossible at the sight in front of him. 

He got closer to the mirror to look at himself more closely.

“I…I… I…” he started stuttering, taking small breaths in between. It seemed as if he was having a panic attack but you knew he was just exaggerating. You let out a sigh and rubbed a hand over your face.

“Yes, Dean, you are-” he cut you off.

“I have boobs!” he exclaimed and cupped his own breasts.

You really had a hard time not face-palming.

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Dean or Deanna? - Dean Winchester x Reader - Pt. 1

Title: Dean or Deanna?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 2,110

Warnings: None

Original imagine: Imagine Dean pissing off a witch, only for her to cast a spell on him before she died. The result of it is Dean being turned into a woman. Hard days follow for you, Sam and Deanna.

You groaned as light shone through the curtains of the motel room you were currently in and pulled you out of your peaceful sleep. You rubbed your eyes and slowly opened them to look at the clock on your bedside. The green numbers of it showing that it was 11:45. You groaned more, feeling a headache come up, and buried your head in the pillow more. You wanted more than anything to sleep but you knew you had to get up. You had a long day ahead of you and should start packing your things. You had to get back to the road and head to the bunker. You had stayed long enough here and it was high time you left. The latest hunt had taken a toll on all of you, mostly physical. It took a lot of time to track the witch and then manage to kill her. She was a tough one and fought till the last minute. But luckily you managed to fight back and then finally kill her, after a couple weeks of searching though. So that meant that you had spent a lot of time on this hunt and you really needed to hurry and get back to search for another one. More important one. Fortunately last night you had managed to finish this damn hunt and of course went out to a bar to celebrate it. You and Dean consumed a good amount of alcohol that you were sure was going to give you a hell of a hangover. Sam hadn’t joined you two so he now, of course, was wide awake way before you, and out somewhere. Doing whatever moose stuff he usually did. You opened your eyes just a little bit slightly and, after removing Dean’s hand (that felt more soft than ever) from your waist, you got up. Your body felt more heavy than ever but you just attributed everything to the alcohol you had consumed the night before. You decided not to wake Dean up and leave him to sleep a little bit more. He needed it after all. You knew that the ride back to the bunker was going to take a lot of time and by the time you reached there it would be past midnight and you would be exhausted. So he needed the extra sleep before all of you got into the Impala and made your way back home. You were going to gather all your things and place them on your bags and only when you were ready to leave would you wake Dean up. Letting him rest a little bit more would be good for him and more probably for you and Sam. You would definitely avoid some of his nagging. When Dean had had his good amount of sleep, he was always cheerful and in a good mood. When you woke him up, though, and he hadn’t had much of sleep then, well, that was another story better left unsaid. You groaned softly and dragged your feet to the bathroom. You had never felt your body so heavy but brushed the thought off. Slowly opening the bathroom’s door you entered it. You had your eyes closed, finding yourself unable to open them. You slowly turned the tab and once water started running you splashed your face with it. The coldness of the water quickly managing to wake you up. You repeated the process a few times and once your were sure you were wide awake, you turned the tab off and took the towel that was next to the sink and rubbed your face dry. You smiled, satisfied that you had gotten yourself awake, but when you looked up at the mirror the smiled immediately vanished from your face. You expected to see just yourself, maybe some bed hair, but not this. Instead of yourself you could now see in the mirror what seemed like… a guy. A guy that seemed probably your age. He had short (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes. Firm jaw and a slight scruff. He was handsome, you were not going to deny it, and if you weren’t dating Dean (and loved him to death) then you sure as hell were not going to let him just pass by. It was not that thing that you wanted to think right now, though. You had more important things to think of, right now. More important questions that needed to be answered. Questions like… … Why the hell were you seeing his reflection instead of yours in the mirror?! You immediately looked down at yourself and your eyes widened upon realizing that it actually was you. It actually was you and your face that was reflected in the mirror. And, not only had your face changed, but your whole body. Instead of your usual height you now were taller and your shirt, more like Dean’s shirt, now fitted perfectly. It was no longer baggy and the boxers you had borrowed from Dean fitted just as well. Something sticking out under the boxers. Something that you knew all-too-well what it was but were sure as hell not used to seeing on yourself. Being part of you. More like it being part of Dean that you got to have inside of you and not like this, but that was a whole different story… What was important now was that all the traits that you loved in Dean, as far as appearance was concerned, were not just traits that he had. But you, too. And that seriously worried you. Cause all of this were certainly not good. Your breathing became heavier and your mouth hung agape once you completely realized what was going on. You… you were gender-bend! “Are you kidding me?!” you shouted and surprised even yourself at hearing the heavy and rough voice come from you. A mix of that of Castiel’s and Dean’s. “DEAN!” you shouted again and quickly ran out of the bathroom towards yours and Dean’s bed. Instead of seeing Dean, though, you just saw a messed up mass of shuffling sheets. Dean had fallen off the bed. You rolled your eyes at him but just waited till he got up. The sight, though, made your eyes widen even more than before. Impossible. “What?!” Dean asked looking up from where he lay down at the foot of the bed, his voice laced with sleep though it was nothing compared to the way it was before. Dean was nothing compared to the way he was before. His eyes widened as he looked at you, or more like the male version of you, and immediately got up. Quickly managing to draw the gun from under your pillow. “Who the hell are you?! What are you doing here?! Where is (Y/n)? What did you do to her?!” he asked angrily, his or more like her voice filled with rage and at the same time worry for you “What the hell is wrong with my voice?” he mumbled more to himself, forgetting that you were there for even a split second. “Dean” you said and took a step forward, and then he came back to reality and regained his posture, gun firmly held in his hands. You raised your hands in defeat “Whoah whoah first of; relax ok? Don’t do something irrational, alright?” you said carefully and he just pursed his lips more. “Don’t tell me what to do, ok? You just answer my question. Who the hell are you and where is (Y/n)? What did you do to her?!” he asked fiercely and you took a breath in. “I did nothing to her because I am her, you jerkass! It’s me damn it!” you shouted out exasperated by Dean’s behavior. He was getting on your nerves. “(Y/n)?” he asked narrowing his eyes and you rolled your eyes. “Yes!” you shouted again “Will you lower that damn gun now or do I have to make you?!” He lowered his gun for a split second but then raised higher, regaining his previous posture “Yeah, and you think I’m just going to believe you? Just like that?!” he asked and then ran a hand over his face “Damn, what the hell is wrong with my voice?” he mumbled to himself angrily. “Well first of; yes it is me! Cause, seriously, I cannot believe how you cannot even recognize your own girlfriend of 7 years just because of some damn spell turning me into a dude. And secondly; lower that damn gun and listen to me for a split second. Will ya?!” you said exasperated but he didn’t seem to believe you. You let out a sigh and spoke in a calmer tone “Dean, please. It is me, baby. It really is me. Here, see?” you lifted your shirt and showed him your anti-possession tattoo on your hip “Do you remember when I got this? I certainly do. I was a hell of a lot scared but managed to go through it because you were there, holding my hand. Come on, Dean, you have to believe me. It is me. It is (Y/n)” you ended up mumbling, puppy eyes at their maximum mode. You bit your lips, waiting in an expecting way for some damn response but let out a sigh of relief once you saw him lower the gun. This time he seemed to believe you completely. “(Y/n)?” he mumbled and you nodded frantically, a hopeful smile appearing on your lips. His eyes widened in disbelief. It would be impossible for anyone to comprehend the fact that their girlfriend was no longer the way they know her. How would it be possible for anyone to just accept that just the night before they fell asleep with their girlfriend in their arms and woke up to find her taller and with more muscles than themselves. More manlier than their own selves! “What the hell happened to you?!” he motioned to you with wide eyes and you rolled yours. “Well, I think you should ask that to yourself too” you said and quickly motioned to the mirror on the corner behind Dean. He raised an eyebrow but turned nonetheless. His eyes widened upon seeing his own reflection. Short hair replaced by long blonde, green eyes still there but more… female like. His entire body and face was more… female like. No it was female. “What the hell?! (Y/n) what the hell happened to me?!” he shouted, his face showing worry and fear. He took deep breaths, and tried to calm down his racing heart. It would be impossible at the sight in front of him. He got closer to the mirror to look at himself more closely. “I…I… I…” he started stuttering, taking small breaths in between. It seemed as if he was having a panic attack but you knew he was just exaggerating. You let out a sigh and rubbed a hand over your face. “Yes, Dean, you are-” he cut you off. “I have boobs!” he exclaimed and cupped his own breasts. You had a really hard time in keeping yourself from face-palming and just shook your head “Dean, I think there are more important things than that, baby” you hissed the last part. He turned to look at you and let out a sigh “Yeah, sorry sorry. How the hell did this happen, though?” he asked and you shrugged. “Dunno, but I suspect that it is that damn witch’s doing. She threw us some sort of powder before Sam killed her. She mumbled some strange things before she was dead, if I remember correctly” you mumbled more to yourself, putting a finger on your chin. “Yes, yes she did” Dean ran a hand through his hair but his fingers just got entangled at some point and he just pulled it away. Blowing some few stray long strands out of his face. He opted for running a hand down his face, his eyebrows were knitted in a deep frown. “So, what exactly? What does all of this mean?! My girlfriend gets a dick of her own. I get turned into a chick with hair longer than Rapunzel herself. And if I want to kiss you I will actually be kissing a dude, not to mention about doing other things. And all of this because of some freaking witch that… now is dead. And we…” he took in a deep breath just like you did, staring at each other with almost wide eyes. Realization downing on both of you. “… We get stuck like this… forever?” he mumbled the last part and you let out a breath. You looked down and nodded at him with pursed lips.

Imagine Jack questioning yours and Dean’s ‘friendship’ when he sees you cuddling and why he is the little spoon.

“Jack.” Castiel breathed out “Jack!” he said louder, getting up from his seat and trying to catch up with the nephilim.

“Dean? Dean?” the younger man shook the sleeping hunter on the shoulder. Dean snored softly as per usual, oblivious to what was going on in his sleep, and you lay behind him with an arm drapped over him and your legs tangled. Your face was buried in the crook of his No matter how you fell asleep you’d always end up in the weirdest positions ever, this was the most usual one considering he liked to keep a hold of his gun to feel safe for the both of you.

“Jack, I wouldn’t do that!” Castiel pushed the saloon door open, trying to warn him but it was too late.

“Aaah!” Dean snapped awake and cocked his gun, pointing it at Jack. Sam jumped awake at the noise and you let out a groan when Dean’s abrupt movement woke you up.

“No, no no! Dean’s, it’s me. It’s me!” Jack raised his hands in surrender. Dean raised an eyebrow at him, glancing at Cas with only one eye open.

“Ah hey” he said in a rough voice, lowering his gun.

“D” you whined, the man putting the gun away and turning slightly to lay on his back so he could have a better look at you.

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Imagine Jack questioning yours and Dean’s ‘friendship’ when he sees you cuddling and why he is the little spoon.

“Leftovers.” Dean said with a small nod of his head as he looked at the bones you, Sam and Jack had found. For some reason you couldn’t focus on what the older Winchester was saying rather than the cowboy hat and shoes he had on. You knew he was going to bring them with him but you had not seen him wear them so far and the sight was certainly much more than just a feast for your eyes. You shared a look with Cas for a second, as if asking him what was going on, and he gave you a simple shrug with shake of his head.

“Yeah, bite marks.” Sam mumbled, nodding his own head as Dean handed the bones to Castiel and leaned back in his seat, casually. His legs propped up on the table, and oh the suit didn’t help your situation in the least bit. He noticed you looking and gave you a smirk, raising an eyebrow almost in satisfaction at which you only rolled your eyes and looked at Cas.

“Looks like a ghoul.”

Jack looked at Castiel with a frown so he explained “Oh, a ghoul is a monster that feeds on the dead. They can take the form of whomever they’ve eaten. Decapitation kills them.”

“Yeah, or bashing their brains in.” Dean added with a shrug and as you looked at him you couldn’t help but let your eyes roam his figure, taking in every small detail.

“So like a zombie shapeshifter?” Jack asked and Sam nodded his head.

“Yeah, pretty much.” Sam nodded his head “And he could have tunnels-

“Alright hold on a minute!” you raised a hand, stopping Sam to point a finger at Dean “Is nobody else going to point out the obvious?” you asked and they looked at you with a frown before you looked at the older Winchester “What are you wearing?” you breathed out with a laugh and Dean tipped his hat in your direction, giving you a playful smile.

“Isn’t it obvious, sweetheart?”

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𝐏𝐞𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬

MOC! Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Set during Season 10, Mark of Cain conflict. 

After a particularly dangerous hunt where Dean loses control to The Mark, Y/N stands by his side for comfort and care. Though he blames himself for wounding her, she must convince him that not all scars run as deep as he’d think… or do they?

fluff… angst… *cough* killer plot twist *cough*

Requested by: @agirlwithanangelheart

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One. Two. Three.

Y/N averted her eyes from the patterns of blood on the wall and winced at its overwhelming metallic scent.

Four. Five. Six.

The dingy warehouse lights cast a sickly shade of crimson upon the room. She strained her eyes at the flickering bulbs and kept moving forward.

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Say You Won’t Let Go

Summary: What does Dean feel when the woman he loves is dying?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1198 (with song lyrics)

Warnings: Slight language and angsty angst. Sorry!

A/N: This is for @katymacsupernatural‘s Writing Gif Challenge. My gif is below. I got inspired by the song “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur, so it’s included in the fic. The lyrics are italicized. It’s a bit of sweet angst from Dean’s POV. It’s unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine!

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Pass the Eggnog

Summary: Dean makes Sam’s famous spiked eggnog, but he’s surprised when you decide to pass this year. Just wait until he finds out why…

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 653

Warnings: Fluffy, fluff fluff. Adorable Dean.

A/N: This was written from a Christmas request by @spnbaby-67​ that I’ve had saved since last year. Sorry it took so long, love, but I hope you like it!

Dean Winchester didn’t have many Christmas traditions, but there was one he always, always celebrated. Every year, without fail, Dean Winchester would spike the eggnog.

It had started out as a joke one year when Sam had spiked the eggnog with a hefty serving of rum, but Dean had latched right onto the idea, turning it into a Winchester family tradition.

This year, that tradition was celebrated on a particularly chilly Christmas Eve with Dean, Sam, and the newest member of the Winchester family, Y/N. Ever since Dean had fallen in love with and married Y/N, she’d been one of the few people to ever celebrate a Winchester Christmas, and she’d been one of the biggest fans of the spiked eggnog, but that all changed this year.

“What d’you mean you don’t want any?” Dean asked, holding the paper cup in front of her face. “It’s got extra rum, just like you like it.”

She exchanged a nervous glance with Sam and shook her head, biting her lip softly. “Um, not this year, Dean. I’m gonna pass.”

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It All Fell Down

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Summary: You won’t leave Charlie alone in that motel room. You won’t let her get hurt. If they want to touch her, they’re gonna have to go through you.

Pairings: Dean x Reader / Charlie x Reader

Word Count: 3501

Warnings: ANGST, character death, blood, knife, mortal wound, violence, swearing, bad ending. The header of this story is after the keep reading tag because there’s a picture with blood and a knife and might be triggering for some.

Square filled: Calling someone as you die (@anyfandomangstbingo​​)

A/n: So I was listening to the song Dynasty by MIIA on repeat and well that song gave me way too many feels. It gave me the idea for the fic, perfect for the prompt. Even years later I still didn’t forgive the show for Charlie’s death, so in a way I kinda fix that? Anyway, this is set in season 10, episode 21, not proofreaded, any mistakes are mine! (header was made by me with free copyrights pictures)

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