Imagine John Noticing The Feelings You And Dean Have For Each Other But Dont Dare Admit And Making Comments

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

“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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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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“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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