Dean Or Deanna? - Dean Winchester X Reader - Pt. 1

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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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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It All Fell Down

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Supernatural Masterlist

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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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

Part 1 l Part 2

@jodyri @starswirlblitz @liger26 @yaya-snowflakes @thegirlwiththeimpala @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @sleepy-rad @catsigns @lovelifelovebooks @justbreatheimagine

“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

@jodyri @starswirlblitz @liger26 @yaya-snowflakes

“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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