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My Teddy

Pairing: Dean x Child!M!Reader x Sam

Summary: You carry around your favourite teddy that is quite dirty and needs cleaning. Sam and Dean chase you around for some fun before getting your teddy and distracting you from having your bear as it gets cleaned and dried

(A/N): your age in this is 3-4

You walk into the library with your bear in hand. You take a look at your brothers sitting at a table with books scattered across it and around Sam’s laptop as they research their next case. Dean perks his head up to see his baby sister walking in. “Hi, De.” Dean smiles as he greets you back. “Hi, Sammy.” you greet your other brother. Sam greets you back as well. “(N/N), I think we need to clean Bear.” The brothers look at the dirty teddy bear in your arms.

You hold Bear tighter to your chest before running as fast as you can. Dean and Sam chuckle. They both get out of their seats to run after their baby sister. You hear their footsteps behind you, making you squeal.

After a couple of minutes of running around, Sam wraps his arms around his baby sister and picking you up. You kick your legs whilst wiggling around in his arms. “No. You can’t have Bear!” you squeal again. Dean stands in front of them. “But we need to give him a bath. He’s a bit stinky.” he says, twitching his nose a bit.

You hesitantly hand Bear over to the oldest brother after smelling a bit a bit of stink. Dean thanks you. He walks off with Sam placing you on his shoulders. You hold the top of his head for support. He walks back to the library. “What do you want to do?”

“Get pie!”

“That’s my girl.” Dean strolls towards his siblings. You all walk out to the garage to get into the Impala. Dean drive off to the nearest diner. 

Sam carries you inside to settle you in a booth with him and Dean sitting down. “Can I get all the pies?” You stands in your seat and putting your small hands on the table. “No.”

“Yes.” The brothers say at the same time. “We are not getting all the pies. They’ll go bad if you don’t eat them all and if you eat them in one go, you’re going to get sick.” Sam tells his siblings. “I wanna get pie, a burger and fries.” you say. The brothers nod. A waitress comes over and grabs your orders.

She walks off and comes back after a couple minutes with their food. Sam thanks her as she walks away and Dean sorting out their food. “Did you get my shake?” you asked. “Yes, we got your shake.” Dean says, placing your favourite flavoured shake beside your food in front of you.

The three of them eat their food with a small conversation. “Do you think Bear will be clean before I go to bed?” you ask with crumbs all over your face. Sam chuckles as he cleans it up with you whining and moving away from him. “Yeah, Bear will be clean.” Dean answers your question. “Can we bring Bear some pie?” you asks another question.

“Is he going to eat it or are you going to eat it for him?” Sam raises an eyebrow at her. “He’s gonna eat it.” you lies. Dean orders a whole pie for on the go. Sam picks you up and walks to the Impala with Dean behind him from getting the pie.

Once the three of you arrive back at the bunker, Sam puts the teddy in the dryer before going to the library to see his siblings eating more pie. “I swear, Dean, she’s gonna grow up to be like you.” He comments before sitting down. “Sh, leave me alone.” Dean says with a mouthful of pie.

After a few hours of eating pie, leaving a slice and you helping your older brothers research, it was time for your bedtime. “I don’t wanna go to bed.” you whines. You’re being carried over the shoulder of Dean. “Sammy’s getting Bear.” He reaches your room and places you in bed.

Dean grabs a book and settles down next to you. He opens the book to read the first couple of pages. A couple minutes pass to have Sam coming in to see you resting in between Dean’s legs with the book on your legs. Sam places the teddy next to Dean’s legs before taking his phone out and taking a picture. He leaves the room with a smile on his face. “Blackmail.” He sings.

That’s My Brother

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader (BSM)

Summary: Dean gets taken to the police station for a lock up. You come to bail him out and Dean waves at you as he’s talking to two officers with yourself being disappointed

“Hey, Sammy?” you walk into the library to see Sam researching. “Yeah?” He perks his head up at you. “Can you drive me to the police station?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Dean?”

“Dean.” Sam chuckles, closing his laptop’s lid and standing up. You walk to the garage. Sam grabs some keys and goes to the 1967 Mustang. You both get in. “Why did you get me to drive you to the station when you can drive yourself?”

“I want to drive Baby and torture Dean by driving past the diner.” Sam chuckles as you drive in silence.

Sam drops you off moments later. He drives away after you thank him. Walking inside the station, you stop at the desk. “Hi, what can I do for you?” The woman asks from behind the desk. “I’m here to get my brother, Dean Winchester.” She nods before going off to notify the officers after telling you to wait in the waiting room.

The woman comes back and instructs you to go down the hallway. You thank her, walking down the hallway to see Dean talking to two officers. You stop a few feet away to let Dean notice you and wave at you with a grin on his face. “I’m somehow related to this man.” The officers turn around to see you walking towards them. “You related to him?” One of them asks.

“Yeah, he’s my brother.”

“Take him home.” The other says before they both walk off. “Hey, baby sister.” You give Dean a smile before grabbing the back of his neck and making him bend over. He waddles beside you. “Thank you.” you say to the woman at the desk. She nods, chuckling before going back to the computer in front of her.

Fishing the keys out of Dean’s pocket, you make him sit in the passenger seat, yourself behind the wheel. “I didn’t say you could drive Baby.” he retorts, watching you leave the parking lot.

“And I didn’t say you should get your ass in trouble for getting in a bar fight.”

“For my baby sister, you have quite the grip.” He rubs the back of his neck, where you had grabbed him.

“That’s what happens when I train with my brothers and hunt monsters.” You give him a smile, himself returning it.

"Can we get pie?” he asks, his eyes settled on a diner up ahead. A grin is on his face, but it drops as you drove past. “You’re just torturing me now.” He slumps in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest, a pout on his face. “At least there’s some pit at the bunker.” he adds.

“Yeah, about that.”

The Little Alarms - Sam x F!Reader

I'd say this has to be my favourite one I've written so far

Summary: You and Sam are woken up by your kids after a night of activities

Sam shifts his head to have his nose buried into the back of your head. He’s flat against his back, you being on your side, your back towards him. His arm is resting underneath your neck. His breath is sending small shivers down your back. 

The blanket is down to his and your hips, covering the lower parts of your bodies.

Small footsteps come towards your room. The door opens to show two year old twins, Kevin and Charlie, who are just wearing nappies.

Kevin helps Charlie get up onto the bed before climbing on himself.

Kevin waddles to your side of the bed as Charlie goes towards your husband. She sits on his stomach, Kevin sandwiching between your arms. His head is above your naked chest.

Sam removes his arm from under your neck to wrap his arms around your baby girl. He picks her up and settles her on his chest. You move onto your back to sit Kevin on your stomach.

You keep your eyes closed, but wrap your arms around your son. Kevin starts to blow raspberries against your chest. You laugh softly.

Charlie lays her body onto Sam’s stomach and chest and does the same thing her brother is doing to their father.

“What time is it?” You ask. Sam takes a glance at the alarm clock on his side table before looking back at the little girl on him. “7:28.”

“That’s nice of you to let Mummy and Daddy sleep in a little.” You poke Kevin’s chubby tummy that makes him giggle and wrap his hand around your finger.

Sam lifts Charlie up into the air, making her seem like Superman.

You turn to your side to face them with Kevin sitting in between you and Sam. 

Charlie gets sat back down. She decides to slide her legs towards her brother and put a hand on his head to walk to you. “Hey, baby.” You let her lean against your stomach. “Hi, Mama.” She sits down and pushes her brother away a bit.

Kevin puts his hands on his father’s side to stand and have his nappy-covered butt go into Charlie’s face. “Ew!” She pushes against his butt, which makes his body fall on top of Sam’s.

A whine escapes from him. “No pushing, Charlie.” Sam says in a soft, stern voice. He scoops up the baby boy and rests him against the warmth of his father.

You grab the blankets at the end of the bed to let your little family be underneath it.

Charlie is now wedged in between Sam’s side and arm. He grabs your hand to tug at it, motioning for you to come forward.

You do as you’re told. You shuffle a bit to rest against his arm and the back of your daughter. “We’re naked.” He says, looking at you to see your eyes are closed. “So are the twins.” He hums in agreement before doing the same.

The little family falls asleep before waking up an hour or two to Dean yelling.

Hello love, I just read your Dean Winchester x Male reader with long hair story and as someone with long hair I must say that I absolutely loved it! I was wondering if I could request almost the same prompt but with Sam? I’m a major Sam boy and I can’t help but wonder what the sweet moose would do with a boyfriend with longer hair than him lol. I hope you’re doing well and have and amazing day/afternoon/night! <3

Hello back, love. I’m glad you loved that fic of Dean. Of course you can request this! And I’m doing well, thank you. I hope you’re well and have an amazing day/afternoon/night too! I'm sorry that this took long.

Long Hair Loving Moose

Stepping out of the bathroom and shaking your hair dry with a towel, the steam follows you out. 

On your way to your shared room with Sam, you see a glimpse of him walk inside already. A smile forms on your face. 

Once in, Sam looks up at you from the bottom of the bed. His eyes glance up and down at your body, seeing that you’re practically naked, except for the towel wrapped around your waist.

“Stop staring, it’s rude.” The words out of your mouth gets him out of his haze. 

Sam then tries to say something, but he stumbles over his words and wears a faint pink colour on his cheeks. “Do you want to brush my hair?” A nod is your answer.

Going to the set of drawers, you get out a pair of underwear. Letting the towel loose, you yelp at the impact you got on your ass. Sam has a sly smile on his face once you turned around to see him. His back is now leaning against the backrest of the bed. 

Once the underwear is slipped on, you sit yourself in between your husband’s legs, letting him weave his fingers through your wet strands before brushing them with the brush.

Feeling the brush go through your hair, you close your eyes. Sam’s spare hand has rested itself on your hip.

Once done, Sam puts the brush down and plaits your hair. You smile at the small gesture. “You didn’t have to do that.” You lean back into him once he's tied the end off.

“I know.” He plants his cheek on your bare shoulder, the tip of his nose against the side of your neck. “But I wanted to.”

Throwing your hair into a messy bun, you stand over the stove, flipping over the patties in the pan.

A body and its warmth embraces you from behind, its arms wrapped around your lower stomach. 

“Hey, honey.” You greet the moose of your husband. 

“Hi, baby.” One of his arms unwraps itself from you to tug your hair bun down.

“Sam, I need my hair up. It’s gonna get in the way.” You try to tie it back up, but it makes Sam whine in protest. 

Ignoring him, you bump him away with your butt to get the homemade fries out of the oven.

Once you’re back to your full height, Sam takes the hair tie back out, your hair falling over your shoulders. You gave up at trying to get Sam away from you.

Sitting in between Sam’s legs, who’s on the couch, you watch the random movie that’s on TV as Sam plays with a strand of your hair.

“Would you ever cut your hair?” he asked, getting your attention away from the screen.

Resting your head on his shoulder and your forehead against the side of his neck, you answer, “At some point, I will. Probably go for a trim or have it a little shorter. I won’t go for your short hair when we meet.”

“Oh, thank God.” He chuckles out, dropping his head to your shoulder. “I can’t imagine you having hair that short.”

“I might go for your recent hair.”

His arms tighten around your body, bringing it closer to his. “Please don’t cut your hair.”

“I’ll think about it.”