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Prompt - “I'm a guy who has faked love his entire life, I'm a guy who thought love was just something idiots felt, but this woman has a hold on my heart that I could not break if I wanted to.”

Note - I haven't wrote for spn since 2019 but here we are rewatching it for the first time since it ended, also yes, we're ignoring any and all geographical issues.

The just over six hour journey from Ohio to Tennessee was long and repetitive and you were glad to finally throw yourself down on the uncomfortable mattress, uncaring about the springs poking into your back as you let your eyes fall shut.

You hadn’t had a break since before the last case, a case in Ohio involving skinwalkers which was always stomach churning when you were forced to watch them shift but you’d all dealt with it, a silver bullet to the heart was all it took before Dean’s phone rang. The person on the other end tipped him off about something going down in a town north of Tennessee, not sure exactly what creature was taking young women but it was definitely your type of job.

Whilst Dean drove you and Sam looked into the case. The man on the phone was right, whatever this creature was the victimology was always the same, young women who all seemed to live normal lives. There was nothing suspicious about any of them, nothing out of the ordinary, so why was this creature taking them?

No bodies had ever been recovered either, Sam told you both and you turned your search to the missing persons database. A pattern emerged pretty quickly, for at least three decades young women had been going missing, snatched in broad daylight without a single trace and they were never seen again.

Despite the case though you couldn’t help but smile as you remembered Dean’s hand in yours, him giving you an encouraging squeeze, once then twice, as you read the growing list of disappearing women.

Travelling with the Winchester’s was hard work sometimes and you didn’t mean because of the cases. You were actually pretty well adjusted to the whole supernatural lifestyle, like Sam and Dean you had been raised into this world so anything else seemed different, this was your normal.

You’d first met the Winchester brothers out on a case in California, a tough case involving Daeva. You all worked well together and then went on your separate ways, nothing but their phone numbers came out of that hunt. It was tempting to use one of the phone numbers for something that had nothing to do with needing help on a case but you didn’t give in, Dean Winchester was charmingly smooth and there was definitely an attraction on your behalf but you knew nothing like that worked in your line of work, so you pushed all thoughts of Winchester’s out of your head.

Until five months later when you found them pretty beaten up. You’d been surprised to see them again and hated that one smile from Dean had you blushing like an idiot with their first crush. This case took longer than the previous one, a vengeful ghost who wouldn’t stop after a salt and burn had the three of you stumped as you tried to find out what it had latched on to. It was a good few days before you found a locket and prayed that it was what you needed. Thankfully it was and the three of you made your way back to the motel with a few new bruises.

Sam had smiled at you and told you it was good to see you again before disappearing into the motel room, shutting the door softly behind him leaving you and Dean alone next to the Impala. You remembered Dean’s smile from that day, charming and sweet as he told you how good you’d done, asking if he could maybe take you out for a late dinner. You had smiled back, ready to say yes, ready to push all thoughts of what a bad idea this was out of your head before you were cut off by the ringing of his phone. Dean had given you an apologetic smile before answering it, eyes widening as he listened to the person on the other end of the phone.

You didn’t see him for seven months after that. This time it was you who needed a helping hand and Dean choosing the right moment to appear, just as you started to let yourself give into the fantasy the djinn was feeding you. You blinked into consciousness to see Dean drop a blood stained knife before he stepped over to you. You could still remember how his hands felt cupping your face, rough but soft as he tilted your head, looking for any visible signs of damage, murmuring quiet words of comfort as he cut you down and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, holding you against his chest until you were in the car.

From there you seemed to bump into each other all the time, California, Oklahoma, Texas, Arizona. Eventually you all decided to join forces, you ditching your stolen car and happily riding in the Impala, Dean’s music playing loudly as you got to know him more, laughing at his stories, watching Sam’s cheeks turn red with each one.

It wasn’t shocking to you when the attraction turned into something more. You knew it was bound to happen, being in such close quarters with him everyday but you also knew you could never act on it, firstly because you knew Dean didn’t feel that way about you, how could he? He was Dean Winchester. He didn't do relationships, he did one night stands with any girl he could find. It had taken some time to get used to that, to pushing the ugly feelings down but you were pretty good at it at this point.

“So, we don’t have much to go off,” Sam said, causing you to suppress a groan as you pulled yourself up, rolling your eyes at Dean’s grin as he flopped down on the bed next to you. “Missing girls, no bodies, no witnesses, no crime scene.”

“Is there anything we do know?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam who was already setting up at the small table, laptop open and ready to do research.

“I know that I’m starving,” You said, standing up and grabbing Dean’s wallet from where he’d thrown it down. “I’ll get us some food.”

“Better bring me back a burger.” Dean warned you with a glare that was undermined by the smile pulling at his lips. You smiled innocently back at him before heading out of the motel room.

You hadn’t been walking long when suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your stomach that made you freeze, momentarily paralyzed as your body registered the feeling, before you doubled over in agony. You opened your mouth to scream, to yell for help, you didn’t know but all that came out was a gasped breath as your throat tightened. You tried to push through the pain to pull your phone out of your jacket but were stopped at the pain in your head, so sharp that it blinded you, sending you into a world of darkness.

“Shouldn’t she be back by now?” Dean asked as he glanced at the clock, the sound of its constant ticking being one of the few sounds other than the rustling of pages and Sam’s fingers against the keyboard for the past fifty minutes.

“Relax,” Sam said absentmindedly as he skimmed through another article before shaking his head because it didn’t seem right, “she didn’t take the car and the restaurant was probably further away than she thought.”

Dean nodded, his leg bouncing up and down as he looked back at the clock before looking at the door like he could will you to walk through it. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach but he tried to shake it away knowing it was probably nothing. He’d always been protective over you, at first he couldn’t explain why, he knew you were more than capable of handling yourself, hell he’d seen you handle yourself more times than he could count. Yet for some reason he was always worried about you going up against whatever being it was that day, even more so when you offered yourself up as bait.

It had taken months for him to realise he liked you, with a little help from Sam who was tired of watching the two of you from the sidelines dancing around each other. Still the revelation had done nothing to change anything, Dean had refused to act upon his feelings, shaking his head at Sam, insisting it would pass. You were too good for him, no way in hell could someone like you like somebody like him.

Dean forced himself to turn down to the pages set out in front of him, skimming through them as he tried to link anything to this case but kept coming up short. He glanced at the clock after twenty more minutes had passed, meaning you’d been gone for over an hour now.

“She should be back.” Dean said, his voice uneven causing Sam to look up at him with wide, worried eyes as he too glanced at the clock before turning back to Dean.

“You don’t think-” Sam began but Dean cut him off with a shake of his head, already standing and clutching the car keys.

“Don’t say it.” He warned as he threw the door open and practically ran over to the Impala, engine on and pulling out of the car park before Sam had closed his door.

Dean drove for ten minutes before he found a diner, knowing that you wouldn’t stray further than you had to. The car was still running as he left it, making his way into the diner with a resounding slam of the door causing the people inside to jump.

“You alright there honey?” The woman behind the counter asked him. Dean didn’t answer, he just pulled his phone out and quickly pulled up one of the many pictures he had of you.

“Has she been in here in the last hour?” He asked desperately, eyes wide and pleading with the woman to tell him she’d seen you, for you to be alright, just lost in town but the woman looked at the picture, her eyebrows knitting together before she shook her head.

“Sorry hun, I haven’t seen her around.” She told Dean softly, a sympathetic smile on her face as she took in the pale face and look of distress.

Dean flew out of the diner and back into the car, looking at Sam who shook his head as he pulled the phone away from his ear for the fourth time, each one going straight to voicemail.

“God damnit!” Dean yelled as he punched the steering wheel causing Sam’s eyes to widen sadly.

“We have to go back to the motel.” He said softly, knowing Dean would hate anything that didn’t seem proactive. Outside of taking Sam, taking you was a pretty dangerous thing for anyone, human or not, to do. It was a death sentence, one that Dean would be more than happy to dish out.

“Back to the mote- Sam are you kidding? She’s out there with that, that thing-” Dean began to rant but Sam cut him off, keeping his tone soft as he spoke.

“Exactly, that thing. We have no idea what has her, no idea how to kill it. We need to be smart, we need to trust that she can handle herself until we can get to her.” Sam could tell that his words had gotten through to Dean, he didn’t like them but he pulled the car out of the parking lot and drove in the direction of the motel, neither of the brothers saying a word as they ran through every scenario of what could be happening to you.

As Sam and Dean desperately began to research back at the motel you were just regaining consciousness, scrunching your eyes shut tightly against the pain in your head. When you finally managed to pry them open the sight around you made you gag, multiple bodies in different stages of decomposition, some recent, some old and some skeletons.

You gagged once more, shoving the sick feeling down and forcing yourself to look around. At your best guess you would say you were underground and there was very little in terms of light sources so you found yourself squinting against the darkness, trying to see anything other than the dead bodies around you.

Fear ran through you, you didn’t know how long you’d been gone for but you prayed it was long enough that Sam and Dean realised you were missing. You knew they’d find you, they had to.

Dean’s gonna find me.

“Ok, ok,” Sam said as he pushed the laptop back, twisting it in Dean’s direction. “This could be it.”

Dean wasn’t looking at the screen though, he had the phone to his ear, desperately hoping another hunter had heard of whatever could have snatched you away from him but he was having no luck. At Sam’s words he cut the call off as the man on the other land was mid word and looked at Sam.

“What is it?” He snapped, sick with fear.

“Ok so It’s called a timor veritatis, it’s a creature that is able to abduct women in the daylight, women who it believes hides a secret. It doesn’t matter how big or little it is, so long as nobody else knows it then the timor veritatis deems it fit enough.” Sam explained as he read through the article, eyes widening as he read ahead causing Dean to glare at him expectantly.

“Fit enough for what?” He snapped again, watching as Sam took a shaky breath before looking up at him.

“Fit enough to feed on.” Sam told him quietly, watching as Dean paled and staggered over to the chair, looking at Sam with wide, scared eyes. “It feeds on her lies.”

Dean nodded as he stared down at the table, thoughts of you running through his mind. The image of what the timor veritatis was doing to you was too vivid, he could see them perfectly and hated that he had let this happen. A town where young women were going missing and Dean had just let you walk out of the motel room alone.

“It’s not your fault.” Sam said, easily reading his brother's thoughts.

“Of course it’s my damn fault, I let her leave! She never should have been out there.” Dean protested, his eyes filled with tears but none fell as he stood up and ran his fingers through his hair. “I let her go out there.”

“Dean,” Sam snapped, causing Dean to look at him, “we don’t have time to waste. Blaming yourself isn’t going to help find her, so sit down and start reading. We need to find out everything we can about this thing.”

Sam’s sharp spoken words were enough to make Dean nod and take a breath, eyes still wet as he sat back down and got started on more research, desperate to get you back no matter what he had to do.

He was going to find you.

You had no idea how long you had been wherever you were but there was no sign of the thing that had taken you. There was no sign of anything. The silence around you was deafening, there was no howling of wind, no sounds of water running, there was nothing but the sounds of your own shaky sobs as you lost touch with the world.

The silence was more terrifying than the thought of whatever had taken you coming back, you wanted it to come back just for proof that the world was still turning outside wherever you were.

Right now it felt like time was moving on but you had been left behind, frozen in place and so disconnected from reality. Hours, days could have passed and you couldn’t tell. There was no light coming through, no cracks for the glow of the moon or the sun to shine through.

“Oh no.” Sam murmured causing Dean’s head to shoot up, his stomach already twisting before Sam could say anything else.

“What?” He asked, not wanting an answer but knowing he needed it.

“It says the timor veritatis keeps its victims alive for six hours.” Sam said and Dean let out a soundless gasp as he calculated just how long you’d been gone for.

“Sam, she’s been gone for three hours.” Dean told him shakily.

“I know,” Sam replied, “she’s ok though, I think she’s going to be ok.”

“You don’t know that!” Dean snapped, feeling anger and guilt and fear running through him.

“It says that the timor veritatis typically leave their victims after capturing them, they hold them for six hours and leave them for four hours.” Sam explained, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“So we have an hour to find her before it starts doing whatever the hell it does to feed on her?” There was no keeping the panic and fear out of Dean’s voice, not as he realised that he was about to lose you.

“Caves!” Sam exclaimed, causing Dean to raise an eyebrow at him, “It typically keeps its victims in caves, preferably in the dark and as quiet as possible.”

“And where the hell do we find a cave?” Dean asked but Sam was already loading up another tab and with a few clicks found what he needed.

“Ok, there’s a national park that has the-” Sam faltered for a second, glancing up at Dean who looked at him expectantly, “It has the longest cave in Tennessee.”

“Seriously?” Dean exclaimed, bringing his fist down against the table.

“Dean, we're a forty minute drive away.” Sam said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible but he couldn’t stop the tremor in his words. Dean’s eyes clouded with fear as he stared at Sam, feeling like his throat was closing up.

“How do we kill it?” He managed to ask and Sam turned back to the laptop, praying for a miracle. Losing you would kill him, he knew that, so he couldn’t imagine what it would do to Dean.

“The literal translation of timor veritatis is fear of the truth.” Sam explained, pausing to read.

“Fear of the truth, so what, we tell it the truth and it dies?” Dean scoffed but secretly prayed it was that easy. God knew Dean had his fair share of secrets.

“Pretty much,” Sam nodded, “it has to be a truth of a secret held close to the heart.”

“Of course it does,” Dean said with an eye roll but stood up and made his way out of the room again, Sam following close behind.

Tears fell down your face as you prayed for something to happen. You’d spent who knows how long trying to get yourself out of your restrains but they wouldn’t shift and all that work had left you with nothing but spre wrists and exhaustion running through you, mixing with the fear, the dread, every bad feeling seemed to pile on top of you until you were suffocating.

This was so much worse than anything you’d gone up against before, usually the creatures wanted to witness you suffer, tied you up and gloated or just tortured you until you got free or one of the brothers saved you. Never had a creature been so, so human like. The psychological torture was worse, it was so much worse, than any amount of pain anything had inflicted upon you before.

Dean, you begged silently, praying he would hear you, please hurry.

“36 miles of cave, where the hell do we start?” Dean muttered as Sam analysed a map, trying his best to strategize exactly where you’d be.

“Ok so this is the closest entrance to where we were so it’s possible that’s the most likely one it took.” Sam said, hoping his confidence was for good reason.

“I don’t get it man, why travel so far out to take these girls, what is it about this town forty minutes away?” Dean asked as he drove as fast as the Impala would go.

“I don’t know, maybe even with the distance it’s the most convenient place.” Sam shrugged as he sat back in his seat, looking over at Dean. “How you holding up?”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.” Dean said softly, not looking away from the road.

“She likes you too, you know?” Sam said, just as softly as Dean had spoken knowing that it was a risky subject to bring up at the best of times but now…

“She shouldn’t.” Dean answered and Sam took the lack of snapping as a sign he was allowed to continue.

“When has Y/N ever done what she should do?” Sam asked and watched as Dean smiled shakily and nodded. “It could work, you could make it work.”

“She deserves better than me.” Dean told him, nothing but honesty in his voice.

“Deserves better than somebody who would do anything to make sure she was safe, better than somebody who spent two weeks straight awake with her when she couldn’t sleep after the djinn? Better than somebody who makes her laugh so hard she forgets about all the bad stuff? Dean I know you think you don’t deserve her but she thinks you’re everything, she looks at you like you’re the best thing to ever walk the Earth. Trust me, I wouldn’t say it, wouldn't encourage it if I didn’t think you had a shot.” Sam told him, quietly but truthfully.

Dean stayed silent for a long while after that, thoughts running through his head faster than he could keep up with but he eventually nodded and tightened his grip on the steering wheel in determination.

“Let’s find her.”

A single sound echoing from far off in the distance had you freezing against your restraints, the only movement was the steady flow of tears that made their way down your face.

You desperately, desperately prayed it was Dean but you knew you weren’t that lucky, knew it was more than likely the thing that had taken you. You struggled to care though, it felt like you’d been down here for a lifetime, no noise, no light…nothing.

Your eyes squinted in the darkness as you tilted your head, trying to hear another noise but nothing came. Not for a long few minutes and then you heard impossibly loud footsteps that seemed to come from every direction and with two possible entrances you weren’t sure which one it would come through.

Please Dean, I need you right now.

“We’ve got less than ten minutes to find her.” Dean said, panic clear in his voice as he and Sam made their way deeper into the cave, not even knowing if they were anywhere near you.

“We’re gonna find her, Dean.” Sam told him, voice steady and determined because no way was he going to let Dean lose you. He never wanted Dean to know how that felt.

“Sam-” Dean began but he was cut off by Sam holding a hand up to shush him, both of them staring ahead as a scream sounded from far away.

Dean had taken off into a run before Sam could even register the noise properly but he was quick to follow behind, both of the brothers speeding through the cave, trying to stay upright on the uneven flooring.

It felt like they were getting nowhere fast, the walls stayed the same, the route stayed the same but finally, finally Dean rounded a corner and froze causing Sam to run straight into his back.

Sam and Dean watched as the creature, a black slender figure with skeleton-like features, fed on your soul. Dean had to swallow down against the sudden bout of sickness that rose in his throat before he stepped forward, gun raised and fired.

He knew it wouldn’t do much to the creature but it was enough for it to pull away from you, enough for it to let out an ear piercing screech before it turned blood red eyes onto Dean and he couldn’t help but relax at that, anything to keep you safe.

“You made the worst mistake of your pathetic life today,” Dean told the timor veritatis almost casually, watching as the creature took a step towards him, head tilted as it assessed him, teeth bared for him to see. “Taking Y/N, bad choice.”

“Dean,” Sam muttered from somewhere behind him but Dean ignored him, taking a step closer to the creature who snarled at him.

“Fear of the truth, that’s your name huh?” Dean questioned, looking the creature in its eyes, “Well then let me tell you some truths, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for that girl.”

“You lie.” The creature hissed out and Dean couldn’t stop the chuckle that escaped him as he looked over to you. Despite looking a bit sickly you looked fine.

“No, I don’t,” Dean told it, “I really don’t lie, you want honesty? I wish that I was lying, there are days when I look at her and I want to hate her so badly, there are days when I want to run away but I don’t.”

Dean could see the creature flinch like it was in pain but his attention was on you and the way your eyes widened as you looked over the creature at him, eyes scared but trusting.

“You know why I don’t? You want the honest to God truth. I love her, I love her more than anything.” The words caused the creature to twist and turn, pain wracking through its entire body but it wasn’t enough, it needed more. “That’s right you ugly son of a bitch, I love her.”

As he spoke Dean kept his eyes locked on yours, wide and honest. He watched as you took a deep breath, looking at him in disbelief, like you were seeing him for the first time but as he spoke he watched a shaky smile form on your face and found the courage to carry on.

“I’m not a guy who says that lightly, I’m a guy who has faked love his entire life, I’m a guy who thought love,” Dean said with a soft scoff, “was just something idiots felt but this woman has a hold on my heart that I could not break even if I wanted to and there have been times when I wanted to.”

By the end of the speech the creature standing between you and Dean was writhing and screaming in pain but neither of you noticed, too busy looking at each other. Dean watched tears pour from your eyes but the wide, almost disbelieving smile on your told him you were ok and he couldn’t help but grin back.

Dean stepped around the remains of the timor veritatis and moved closer to you. He made quick but gentle work of cutting you down from your restraints and you didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a messy, tearful kiss that he couldn’t help but smile into for a second before he kissed back, savouring the feeling of your lips finally against his.

“You alright?” Dean asked once the two of you were forced to pull away for air, Dean not going far as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Knew you’d find me.” You told him breathlessly, both from the kiss and the creature.

“Course I would.” Dean scoffed before grinning down at you causing you to smile brightly back at him before you leaned back in to kiss him again.

This kiss was softer, it was sweeter. Both you and Dean moved slowly in sync with one another. One of Dean’s hands came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing along your cheekbone and the two of you ended up having to pull away from each other when neither of you could help the smiles that pulled at your lips, a soft huff of laughter escaping you as Dean rested his forehead on yours again.

“I love you too, Dean.” You told him softly, finding it was the easiest thing to say and the look of amazement you got in return for it was worth everything that had happened today.

“I’m sorry it took this for me to tell you.” Dean said, a frown pulling at his lips causing you to roll your eyes and lean up to brush your lips together quickly.

“Come on, neither of us was going to say it first, I’m not surprised it took…” Here you trailed off and turned your head slightly to look at the remains of the creature. “Whatever the hell that thing was for us to finally say it.”

“Me too,” Dean laughed because he shouldn’t have been shocked at the turn of events, he should have known that your life in danger would be enough for him to confess. “Come on, let’s get you outta here.”

“Please.” You huffed out, looking around the room and grimacing, glad that Dean had found you before the silence became too much, before the creature had gotten any further than it had with you.

Dean let his hand reach out to gently take yours in his, threading your fingers together and you couldn’t help the smile that stretched across your lips at the feeling.

It was a long walk back to the Impala and you felt like every bit of exhaustion from the day had hit you the moment Dean helped you into the passenger seat.

“You okay?” Dean asked as he sat down in the driver's seat, starting the car as he shot you a look of concern.

“Hm, I’m fine, just tired.” You told him, shifting in your seat until you were comfortable and let your eyes fall shut.

“Get some rest.” Dean murmured as he reversed the car and you couldn’t help but smile as you felt his hand rest on your knee, giving it a soft squeeze before you did as he said, listening to Sam tease Dean before you fell asleep.

“Nice speech.” You could hear the smirk in Sam’s voice but underneath that there was a softness that spoke of his pride.

“Shut up, bitch.” Dean grumbled and you felt him squeeze your knee again.

“Jerk.”

You blinked awake just as the Impala pulled into the parking lot of the motel and rubbed at your eyes before stretching and looking over at Dean who was watching you with a soft smile.

“Come on,” Dean whispered softly, gesturing towards the motel room, “let’s get you to bed.”

You didn’t say anything as you climbed out of the car, wincing at the pain in your arms after having been raised for hours on end. Dean watched you and took your hand again, leading you over to your motel room and pulling you in.

It wasn’t long until he had you tucked in bed and you could feel your eyes pulling shut once more but fought against it as Dean sat on the blanket, managing to open them enough to shoot him a pleading look.

“Stay?” You asked tiredly, watching as Dean’s eyes widened before he shook his head and smiled at you, not wasting any time in moving the blanket and crawling under it. You shifted over so that your head rested on his chest and Dean moved his arms so they were wrapped securely around you, holding you close as he placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Love you.” You mumbled, finally letting your eyes fall closed again and drifting off into a deep sleep.

“I love you too, Y/N/N,” Dean whispered, feeling weightless now that he wasn’t keeping those words from you anymore and he never intended to let a day go by where he didn’t tell you just how much he loved you.

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Prompt - Help me I’m being hit on at a bar please be my fake boyfriend for a second

They’d barely been in town for forty minutes when Dean suggested they head to the bar in an effort to find out if there was a case here. Sam wasn’t stupid, he knew Dean would spend the night hitting on women whilst he sat alone in a corner, nursing a beer and making his way through news articles about the recent deaths. 

Despite knowing just how the night would go Sam didn’t feel the usual irritation that he normally did, instead he smiled over at Dean and nodded his agreement, watching as Dean grinned before he was patted roughly on the back and following his brother out of the door.

The bar was the same as every other one they had passed through and after a quick glance around Sam made his way into a relatively empty corner of the bar as Dean ordered their drinks. He wasted no time in pulling his laptop and newspapers out of his bag and spreading them out on the table.

“You know, Sammy, it wouldn’t kill you to have fun every once in a while.” Dean told him as he set the drink down next to the laptop.

“No but it might kill somebody else.” Sam shot back, taking a sip of beer before he gestured to the articles on the table. “You ever heard of anything like this before?”

“No never, there’s nothing in dad’s journal?” Dean said, eyes already straying from the papers and locking onto a pair of blondes walking through the door. 

“Not that I remember.” Sam muttered, pulling the journal towards him and flicking through it. 

“How ‘bout you check the journal again and I…” Dean trailed off causing Sam to glance up and roll his eyes, gesturing for Dean to go.

Sam didn’t know how long he had been sitting alone, lost in the repetitive motion of reading through a newspaper article then comparing it to something in the journal before shaking his head when nothing came from it. Despite the noise levels in the bar picking up as time passed Sam was so deeply absorbed in his research that he startled when felt a hand rest on top of his forearm.

One hand reached for his pocket towards his gun as his head snapped up, eyebrows knitting together as he took in the girl in front of him. You were beautiful, there was no doubt about it and Sam couldn’t help but swallow hard around the sudden lump in his throat. 

“Hey, sorry I’m late.” You said to him causing him to shake his head slightly, glancing around the bar before looking back at you in confusion. He could see you looked panicked despite the smile on your face that took his breath away. 

“Are you ok?” Sam asked quietly, keeping his voice low as he smiled over at you, eyes darting around the room again because clearly something had caused you to come over to him.

Sam watched your smile falter for a second before you took a steadying breath and leaned in close, close enough so that he could feel your hair brush against his cheek and he had to fight down the urge to shiver as you whispered in his ear.

“See the guy at the bar, red baseball cap,” You whispered and Sam glanced over as discreetly as he could, spotting the man you were talking about. He was watching you with a gaze that made even Sam feel fearful. “He’s been hitting on me and won’t take no for an answer.” 

When you pulled away you saw the stranger's eyes soften as he looked at you and you couldn’t help but smile, thinking you’d picked the right guy to approach. The guy at the bar had been uncomfortably trying to hit on you for a while, your friend was running late leaving you alone and every time you’d tried to leave he would follow you and brush his hand across your arms making you shiver in disgust.

“Here,” The stranger said, gesturing to the free seat that would have you facing away from the bar and you couldn’t help but relax as the stranger played along, “Please have a seat, let me just move this mess.”

You chuckled as you took in the sight of newspapers sprawled across the small table and the laptop open with another article before taking a seat and raising an eyebrow at the man.

“What is all that stuff? Not many people come here to catch up on the news.” The stranger let out a laugh, running his hand through his hair as he gathered all the papers together and moved them closer to him.

“I’m here on business but my,” Here the stranger paused for a second as if choosing his words before he nodded in the direction of another man. You turned around in time to see a man surrounded by two beautiful blond women doing a shot, “my partner had other plans.”

“Left you with all the work, huh?” You smiled as you turned back to face him.

“He doesn't really have the patience for the research part, he prefers the hands on stuff, you know?” He said and you let out a soft laugh as you nodded along with him.

“So, what research are you doing?” You asked, watching as the stranger seemed to debate how much he could tell you.

“We’re here about the recent murders.” He told you and your eyes widened.

“Wow, that’s not what I expected.” You laughed before taking a sip from your drink, watching as the stranger chuckled nervously. “They’re weird right, I mean no heads or hearts, what kind of monster does something like that?”

What kind of monster indeed, Sam thought to himself but couldn’t help but smile over at you.

“If you could answer that question you would save me a whole lot of work.” Sam said, smiling as he watched you laugh, watching how your eyes crinkled and your nose scrunched, watched as a smile spread across your face and couldn’t help but think how beautiful you looked.

“If only things were that easy, huh?” The stranger laughed and you forced yourself to look away from the dimples that appeared and the way his eyes lit up. “Though if you need any help I work over at the library so if you needed access to any records or anything,”

“That would actually be really helpful, thank you..” The stranger trailed off and you realised that you had yet to introduce yourself to him.

“Sorry, I’m Y/N.” You told him, feeling your cheeks heat up as his lips curved into another smile.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Sam.” Sam, somehow that sounded about right. “Thank you for the offer, Y/N, I might just have to take you up on it.” 

“Anything I can do to help.” You smiled and cursed the butterflies in your stomach that danced around as he smiled back.

Somehow without either of you noticing time passed in a blur of several conversations with the two of you getting to know each other. You feeling comfortable around the stranger despite usually never doing so with others but perhaps there was something about the way his eyes lit up as he spoke or the way his dimples deepened as he laughed at something you said or the way his hands moved around as he talked about his life. 

“Didn’t you say you were meeting a friend?” Sam asked as he glanced over to the laptop and saw how much time had passed. 

“Yeah she should be here by no-” You cut yourself off as you glanced around the room and saw your friend stood at the bar with Sam’s partner and the two blonds from earlier. “Seems she found your friend instead.” You chuckled, glancing back at Sam and seeing him grin in amusement.

“Yeah, Dean’s got a real knack for making friends.” Sam said, causing you to laugh and he felt happiness run through him from drawing the sound out of you. “Refill?” He asked and gestured towards the bar, watching as you nodded before he shoved his things back in his bag and walked over to the bar with you.

“Hey Sammy!” Dean grinned over at his brother, the others around him giggling as he stumbled off the seat. “See you made a friend.” 

“Yeah, seems you’ve had a few too many shots.” Sam said as he steadied his brother who tried to shake him off but stopped as another wave of unsteadiness hit. “You ready to head back?” He asked, looking at Dean with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the girl's protest around him instead choosing to focus on your soft smile. 

“Probably for the best huh, early start and all that.” Dean said, eyes glancing between you and Sam. “But don’t let me ruin your night, Sammy.” 

You giggled softly as Sam rolled his eyes at his partner but couldn’t help but let your eyes linger on the way his cheeks turned pink and he ran a hand through his hair, glancing at you with a sheepish smile as he did.

“Let’s get you back.” He said to Dean, his sheepish smile turning apologetic as he looked at you but you just shook your head, smile in place. Sam’s eyes darted behind you and you watched as his shoulders tensed and his eyes narrowed.

“What is it, Sammy?” His partner seemed to sober up pretty quickly but Sam shook his head as he let his eyes drop back to you. 

“It’s him, isn’t it?” You asked not needing to turn around, not wanting to see the man. 

All the time you had spent sat with Sam, talking and laughing with him, it was easy to forget the reason you had gone over to him in the first place and now you could feel the man's gaze sending a shiver down your spine.

“Can I walk you home?” He asked and you nodded, swallowing around the tightness in your throat. 

“Would you mind?” You asked softly, taking a step closer to him, “My apartment is on the way to the motel so you wouldn’t be going out of your way.”

“I wouldn’t mind either way.” Sam told you and you watched him look over the top of your head and glare at the man who was still watching you with a predatory look, raising an eyebrow at Sam who’s hands curled into a fist before he looked down at your worried expression and forced himself to relax, smiling down at you comfortingly and gesturing towards the door. “You ready?”

You nodded and let Sam lead you out of the bar, Dean trailing behind as he took a moment to scan the bar and caught sight of the man staring after you with a look that had him touching his gun before he followed the two of you out.

“Thank you for helping me out tonight.” You said softly, walking as close to Sam as you could without tripping either of you up. 

Sam looked down at you with wide, sympathetic eyes but there was a soft smile on his face as he spoke and you couldn’t help but relax in his presence.

“You don’t have to thank me,” He told you, his hand brushing against yours causing your cheeks to heat up but the cold chill could also be blamed, “I’m glad I was there.”

“Me too.” You said sincerely, looking up at him with a smile and desperately trying not to get lost in his eyes.

As the two of you walked ahead Dean stayed a few paces behind, unable to keep the grin off his face as he watched his brother let his guard down, cheeks flushed pink and a shy smile on his face as he listened to whatever you were saying. It had been a long time since he had seen this side of Sam and his brother deserved it, after all the hell they’d gone through Sam deserved to be happy.

“This is me.” You said, gesturing to the apartment building to your right causing Sam’s smile to falter as he looked from the building back to you.

“Can I see you again?” He asked, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop himself and you couldn’t help but smile as his eyes widened, clearly not planning on saying that. “I mean, you seem really, you know and I, I-”

“Yes,” You told him, cutting him off with a giggle, “I’d like that.”

“Really?” He asked in surprise before wincing a second later as Dean smacked the back of his head before walking past the two of you causing you to laugh.

“Really,” You smiled, “Here take my phone number.” Sam was quick to pull his cell phone out of his pocket and handed it over to you, watching as you typed your name and number into the phone before handing it back. “You better call me.”

“I promise.” He swore with a wide, disbelieving smile and you couldn’t help but chuckle as you stood on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Goodnight Sam.” You whispered before pulling away.

“Goodnight Y/N.” Sam murmured back, resisting the urge to pull you into his arms and instead watched you slip past him and into the apartment building, turning back to give him a smile before disappearing up the stairs. 

“We could stay.” Dean said after a few moments, startling Sam causing his head to snap around to face Dean. 

“What?” He asked, glancing back to the door before turning to Dean again.

“We could stay.” Dean repeated knowing that if his brother said the word then he’d do everything in his power to make it possible. “Seems like a real great girl.”

“Yeah she does.” Sam said softly, a smile pulling at his lips without meaning to.

“We could stay.” Dean said again and Sam looked at him with wide eyes, searching Dean’s face for something before he shrugged, taking one last glance at the door before he gestured for Dean to follow him back to the motel.

“Maybe we could.” Sam said, voice so soft that Dean barely heard it but he did and he knew that you must have been something else to make such an impact on Sam. 

Sam fell into bed that night, phone clutched in his hand as his thoughts ran through his head too fast for him to make sense of. It was ridiculous, he’d only just met you and here you were already invading his thoughts like you had never not been there. Something about you made him feel things he thought had died long ago with Jessica, feelings he thought he was destined never to feel again.

Maybe they could stay here, maybe they could make it work, maybe you could be the thing Sam needed to feel human, to feel worthy. Maybe you could be the thing he felt like he was missing.

Sam didn’t know and he was too confused to try and make sense of what he was feeling, all he did know for sure was that he was going to call you tomorrow, first chance he got.

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NARUTO IMAGINE

“Naruto!” he spun around upon hearing his name. He looked in confusion as he saw Sasuke running towards him.

“What is it, Sasuke?” he asked, throwing him a questioning glance.

“It’s Hinata,” Sasuke panted. “She’s – she’s…”

“She’s what, Sasuke? What’s wrong with Hinata?” he asked, trying to remain calm, but failing when he ended up yelling.

“Tsunade said she couldn’t get a hold of you – Hinata’s water broke,” he said, looking Naruto in the eye.

“Wh-what? That’s not possible – she isn’t due for another – another week!” Naruto stuttered.

“Well, it’s happening. And I need to get you to the hospital before Tsunade kills the both of us,” Sasuke muttered the last part, pulling Naruto into his car. They drove in silence, Naruto fidgeting in his seat. “Will you stop fidgeting? Nothing bad is going to happen, Naruto,” Sasuke snapped. It was like he read Naruto’s mind and the ‘what if’s’ that were playing over and over in his mind.

When they got to the hospital after what felt like hours to Naruto, they both rushed to the birthing ward. Naruto asked for Hinata and they showed him her room. She was red in the face and breathing heavily. Sasuke nudged him into the room as he stood in the doorway.

“Well, it’s about time, Naruto,” Tsunade tutted, shaking her head.

“Sorry, sorry,” he murmured, walking over to Hinata and taking her hand. “How are you feeling?” he asked her, his cheeks turning red slightly.

“Better now that you’re here,” she muttered before letting out a strained groan.

-

“Hinata, you did so well,” Naruto was holding her hand, kissing her forehead, making her smile. She looked up at him with a small grin.

“Naruto, Hinata, you’ve got a baby girl,” Tsunade mumbled, passing the girl over to Hinata.

Naruto was flustered as he looked at his little girl. He started blushing for no reason. “She’s beautiful,” he mumbled. “I – I need to go tell Sasuke,” he said, and Hinata nodded, cooing at their child.

“Sasuke,” he called out and he ran to his best friend. “It’s a girl! A baby girl. Although, it’s meant to be a boy, but it’s a girl!” he laughed, flustered, rambling words to his best friend.

“Naruto,” Sasuke chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I’m happy for you,” he said. “Now, get back in there to your wife and new baby girl.”

Enjoy! :-)

ADMIN C

Dangerous

“I don't want to look at you when I know I can't be with you.”

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 755

Warnings: None

A/N: My first attempt at uploading something. Hope you like it.

Last night, you had fallen asleep in Sam’s strong arms after kissing and making love with the hunter. You had been hunting partners for so long, but it had taken you months to even accept the fact that your attraction to Sam was more than just a crush. When you had finally accepted that, though... it was the best night of your life. But then... in the morning, he wasn’t there, he wasn’t in bed with you and that was odd because what had happened last night had been magical, and... well, you were in his bedroom. Slightly confused but yet not suspicious, you picked your clothes up from the floor and tugged them on. Yawning, you ran a hand through your hair and trudged to the bunker’s kitchen, where Sam and Dean were sleepily eating breakfast. You sat down next to Sam, turning your head towards him to say hi, but he got up and left abruptly, without a word, leaving you and Dean to stare at his plaid-covered back as he walked away. 

“What’s gotten into him?” Dean asked through a mouthful of pie, and you shrugged.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, and you really didn’t know what was going on. For the moment, you decided not to think about it much. Maybe there was an emergency of some kind that Sam needed to attend to? The next time you stumbled upon Sam was in the library. Despite being immersed in a big, old, leather-bound tome about something supernatural or other, he got up and, not even sparing you a glance, exited the library, leaving you behind with a frown on your features and unanswered questions running through your mind. Working while your mind was occupied with thoughts of last night and Sam’s enigmatic behaviour was impossible, so you decided to go to the kitchen and grab a bite.

To your surprise, Sam was there too. At your sides, your hands were clenching and unclenching into fists from all the suppressed questions. All the unanswered ‘why’s that wouldn’t let you concentrate on anything. The tall hunter was about to sidestep you again and walk out of the room, but you grabbed hold of his forearm, frowning up at him. In spite of your proximity, he kept his eyes firmly fixed on the wall in front of him, not sparing you a glance.

“Sam, why are you avoiding me? Did I... did I mess up somehow? I thought that... after last night, things would change for the better, not for the worse. Of course, we could forget that anything ever happened, and we could move on. I just can’t stand this inexplicable thing,” you muttered. You knew you were rambling, but you just couldn’t stop yourself from blurting out anything that found its way out of your thoughts and into spoken words.

“No, no, that’s not it!” Sam sounded bewildered, as if the idea that you could ever blame yourself for how he had been acting was preposterous. His little outburst made him look down at you, and his hazel gaze was fierce, telling you that nothing was your fault, and that this was the way things should be.

“Then... what’s wrong? If it’s not me, it can’t be you. You haven’t done anything,” you asked, relaxing your grip on his forearm and feeling relieved when he didn’t seize the opportunity to walk away. 

“It’s just... I don’t want to look at you when I know I can’t be with you,” he muttered apologetically. “What do you mean you can’t be with me?” you asked. It was your turn to be bewildered and confused, and you knew it was written in your features. He sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“It’s dangerous to be with me. Every relationship I’ve ever had has turned badly, and I don’t want you to just be another body added in the pile. I... I don’t want to lose you in the worst way imaginable.” You shook your head, shocked that he could think that.

“I’m a hunter. I can take care of myself,” you said with a small smirk, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss on his lips. At first, he was hesitant, unresponsive, but then he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, and his lips were warm and moving against yours in a kiss that made you dizzy with happiness. So what if this was dangerous? It was definitely worth it. And danger really was the best part.

He Loves Me Not

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 910

Summary: Dean is giving you the cold shoulder... why? 

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Hope you like it!

Dean grunted as you tightly wrapped a bandage around his arm. He fixed you with a death glare and you tried not to flinch. If looks could kill, the piercing green stare that was on you would have made your heart stop beating in the blink of an eye. You had to take that grunt as a ‘thanks’ because just then the hunter got up from the arm of the couch and stalked off to his room, leaving you there to stare at his retreating back. Each step that led him further away from you felt like a stab in your heart, because you felt things about him. Things that you weren’t necessarily proud of, but things that were there nonetheless, and they made your skin tingle at the barest brush of skin on skin. You heard Sam clear his throat from behind you and you shook your head to clear your brain, tearing your eyes away from the long-closed door of Dean’s room. You turned to face the younger Winchester, who had his eyebrows raised in a silent inquiry.

“What is it?” you asked him, feeling your cheeks redden under his gaze, and you fought to keep control of your voice. Sam tilted his head in the direction of Dean’s bedroom. “You and Dean. I know that the way he’s been acting is bothering you, it’s clear as crystal. I know how you feel about him,” he said. “You... you know? Is it that obvious?” you asked, feeling your cheeks heat up. You knew there was no reason in denying your feelings about Dean; not to Sam and definitely not to yourself. Sam nodded. “Everybody but Dean knows,” he said.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down. For God’s sake, you were a hunter; you couldn’t have a panic attack if Sam and Cas knew about your love life -or lack thereof. “Why is he acting this way though?” you blurted out just as Sam was about to turn around and start his research on anything that would be any help with finishing the current case. “Why is he treating me like I’m trash? I’m only here to help you the way you two helped me,” you sighed.

“I think he’s just jealous. You show up out of nowhere, you’re a top-notch hunter, you know how to do stuff. Don’t worry; he’ll adjust. Plus... I’m sure he likes you too. He just doesn’t know what to do about it.” “Not acting like a bastard would be good to begin with,” you muttered under your breath, and Sam gave you an apologetic smile. “You’ll get to that,” he said, and left to start the research that would bring you one step closer to finding out more about the monsters hot on your tail but would not make you understand Dean’s reasons for acting like he hated your guts.

You were so lost in thought that you hadn’t noticed that night had fallen, and Sam had long exited the room to go to sleep. The ever-vigilant hunter part of you that was half-asleep barely registered a bedroom door open and close as Dean walked into the living room. His eyes met yours and it was as if you had been doused with ice water. You jolted to your feet immediately and tried hard not to look flustered. “Dean,” you acknowledged him with a nod, quickly looking away and avoiding meeting his eyes. “Y/n,” he said, and his deep voice was surprisingly gentle. It had always been gruff when directed towards you, dismissive but not less attractive. Now that his voice was soft and almost tender, it practically sent shivers down your spine.

“What is it?” you asked him, and you were surprised when you felt fingers gently stroke your chin and life your head up so that your gaze met Dean’s green eyes. “I heard what you and Sam were talking about a couple of hours ago,” he stated, and you felt another blush rush to your cheeks. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel that way. That was never my intention. I was just... protecting myself in the completely wrong way. What Sammy said was true. I do like you,” he confessed, biting his plump lower lip and drawing your gaze straight down to the path his teeth and tongue made. It was obvious that he’d noticed you looking as he leaned down to reach your height and pressed his lips on yours.

God, those lips combined with those skills should be illegal, you thought, and that was as far as that train of thought went, because he had pushed you back down on the couch and he was kissing you so roughly and with so much abandon that it made your heart beat so fast it felt like it would break out of your ribcage. The heated kisses gradually slowed down to gentler, loving ones that allowed you both to explore each other. Eventually, he pulled away, out of breath, and his gaze met yours for one more time, only this time you didn’t flinch away. His pupils were blown wide with lust, almost completely covering the bright green of his irises, and you were mesmerised. “So you go from insulting me to kissing me senseless?” you teasingly managed to say in-between gasping breaths. Dean just winked at you. “Yep,” he said with a dazzling grin. “But I sure plan on just doing the latter from now on.”

I'm here for you.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 825

Warnings: Spoilers for season five, feels.

A/N: Hope y’all like it~ 

It was in that moment, that heart-shattering moment, in which you saw every last bit of Dean’s reserve crumble to dust as Sam, possessed by Lucifer, made his exit. Dean put his hands to his head in complete and utter despair, and in that one moment you saw a person you had never seen before. All of the hunter’s tough layers had peeled off and for the first time, you saw how much of a mess he actually was, how much pain he had had to endure in his life and how he had never allowed all that pain to exit his body. It was like seeing the tallest building crumble, a proud ruler kneel, an empire fall. And without a second thought, you rushed to his side to help him. You knew you were but the tiniest rock trying to hold back a flood, but you were all Dean needed in that moment. You put your arms gently around him, pulling him closer and gently stroking his back.

“Sam’s gonna be okay, Dean. He’s strong enough to pull through, he’s strong enough to take control over Lucifer and get this over and done with. I… I know he’s not coming back if he succeeds, but he will be remembered as the greatest hunter of all time. The smartest, the best,” you whispered, and he didn’t reply, but he hugged you closer to him, embracing you tightly. His breathing was uneven, and the tears were still flowing freely from his eyes, but he remained silent, and you took that as a silent invitation to go on with your consoling speech.

“And you’ll have his memory always with you,” you pulled away from his hug slightly to place your hand over the left side of his chest, where you could feel his heart flutter under his shirt.

“Right there,” you smiled up at him, a tad shyly, and while he did not smile back, he nodded.

“That still won’t be good enough. Sammy can’t be replaced by some memory, no matter how good that memory is,” he said, his voice deeper than usual from crying. He chewed on that plump lower lip of his unconsciously, and you couldn’t help but find your gaze drawn to the movement of his lips. Before you did anything rash, you shook your head ever so slightly to clear it, and then you took a deep breath to continue talking.

“I know a memory will never be adequate. I know nothing could ever be as good as Sam was; nothing could ever fill that hole inside you, but… for what it’s worth, I’ll always be here for you. Promise.” Pain flashed through his eyes for a millisecond. A new kind of pain, not the soul-wrecking one he’d been feeling up to that moment.

“How do you know that? How can you know that you’ll be here? You can’t promise things you know aren’t up to you. Sam was here for me yesterday, but now he isn’t.  Now, Satan’s wearing him as a meat suit and I am losing him. I have already lost him,” Dean managed to choke out between sobs, and a new wave of tears flowed out of his eyes. He grit his teeth as he shut his eyes tightly.

“I want this to end,” he whispered so silently you barely heard him, but that one simple phrase of his held so much meaning that the very force of his words caused you to shiver.

“Dean…” you murmured his name softly, and when he didn’t look at you, you repeated his name, slightly more forcefully this time.

“What is it?” he asked cracking his still teary eyes open, and you offered him the tiniest of encouraging smiles.

“I can’t promise you that I’ll always be here, but I can promise you I’ll try my best to be here for you for as long as I can,” you said, and his brilliant green eyes flickered with the tiniest spark of hope.

“Thank you,” he muttered, because he knew that when you gave your word you tried your damnedest to keep it. Your small smile grew into a grin, and you couldn’t help but notice his eyes travel down to your mouth. When your lips met Dean’s, it felt like a train wreck and a lullaby all at once. It was almost overwhelming. His kiss was forceful, needy, but there was an undertone of tenderness to the way his tongue explored your mouth and his teeth nipped on your lower lip. This was the first kiss you’d shared, and odds were it’d be the last, but the caress of Dean’s lips on yours felt comforting and wonderful, and you didn’t care that he was kissing you mostly because he needed an outlet for all of his pent-up emotions. Your heart beat for him, and you had given him your word. You’d be there for him no matter what ne needed.

Please, kill me.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 864

Warnings: Feels, spoilers for season ten, cursing

Summary: Dean asks something of Y/N, something she’s not sure she can do...

A/N: Hope you like it!

“Y/n,” Dean called out to you, voice surprisingly steady, as if he was struggling to keep it that way.

“I have something to tell you,” he said when you had made your way to him, sitting down on a chair next to him.

“Go on,” you said with a small smile, your gentle voice softly urging him on. You had realised the severity of the situation because of the look in his green eyes. You had never seen him like this, and it took you a bit by surprise. He was frowning, and his whole face had a clouded expression of thoughtfulness, but his eyes were practically talking to you. They were full of despair, and full of something else, too; something you couldn’t quite place, but it was there and the hurt it radiated was almost palpable.

You reached out and gently squeezed one of his hands, trying to reassure him.

Dean took a deep breath, closing his eyes as if composing himself. For a second, you were cut off from the torrent of emotions pouring out of his eyes, and this time when he opened them again, you were prepared.

“I...” He cleared his throat before continuing. “I want to tell you something. It’s... something very important.” He took one last deep breath before finally saying what he had wanted to tell you from the start.

“If... if anything happens to me; if I ever become the same murderous son of a bitch I was when I had the Mark... I... want you to do something for me,” he said, fixing you with a steady gaze. “In the line of work we’re in, you know that it’s entirely possible for the same thing to happen to me again. I don’t want that. I don’t want you and Sam and Cas to see me go through all that again. It’s not fair for you; it’s not fair for me; and most of all it’s not fair for the people I would mercilessly kill and their families.” Here, he paused to regain his bearings, and he tiredly rubbed his eyes with his free hand, the one you weren’t holding.

You were almost unable to breathe. You had the slightest idea of what he wanted you to do for him, and you were hoping he’d say something else, something less serious.

“I want you to kill me,” he stated, and that six-word sentence seemed to be your whole world in that moment. Like a mantra, it played again and again in your head. You were clutching Dean’s hand so tightly that you felt the hunter tense.

“I... I can’t... I could never do what you’re asking of me... Ask Sam...” you whispered, and he shook his head.

“You’re the only one I trust to do this. I know Sam. He’d never kill me, not if I begged him. You... you have to. For your own good. Please.” Dean was desperate now. He had been expecting a negative reaction, but he was determined to get his way.

When you expressed your disagreement again, he sighed, but didn’t give up.

“Please,” he repeated. “It has to happen that way. Not only for you and Sam and Cas, but for myself too. I won’t ever be a normal person again; I can’t take it anymore. So... if it ever comes to that... Kill me,” he said.

This time, you nodded. “Okay.” Your voice was small, hesitant, but it was all Dean had at the moment. And it was enough

“Thank you,” he said, and you nodded.

“Yeah... you’re welcome,” you whispered, smiling softly. You didn’t really want to smile, but it was either that or bursting into tears, so you decided that the first option was better.

“This means so friggin’ much to me, thanks,” he said, and you could only nod in reply.

You bit hard on your lower lip, and you felt a tear escape your eyes. Dean leaned forward and wiped it away with his thumb.

“Hey... hey, I’m sorry... but I had to say it. I needed to make sure that the world would be safe from me if anything happened again,” he said, and you leaned into his touch.

“Yes... I know. But that won’t stop me from being upset over it,” you murmured.

“But you will do it. If it’s the only option left, you will,” he said, almost as if trying to reassure himself.

“Yes,” you whispered, feeling another tear trickle down your cheek.

Instead of replying, Dean leaned forward to press his lips against yours. At first, it wasn’t much of a kiss; it was more of two pairs of lips touching each other. But then he opened his mouth, and you opened yours, and it was a heated tangle of tongues and limbs as you tried to come impossibly close to one another. When you pulled away, you were both breathing heavily and you had somehow straddled him in the passionate haze of the kiss.

“I said I will do it, but Dean, I don’t want to. I never want to get the chance to.”

Again, he didn’t reply. He just pulled you into another whirlwind of a kiss.

Weapons down

Pairing: Sam x reader or Dean x reader

Word Count: Sam: 972 Dean: 1092

Warnings: Feels and cursing for the Sam one.

A/N: This story has five lines of common beginning, and then it branches off depending on whether you prefer Sam or Dean. Just thought I’d try it out. Enjoy!

 “Weapons down, or I’m gonna shoot you to oblivion!” you yelled at the two men whose silhouettes were outlined in the doorway of the warehouse.

They put their weapons down only because of sheer surprise, and while they looked around to pinpoint the source of the voice that startled them, you had the time to study them.

 Sam

You made your way to them, frowning. “Who are you?” you asked, making sure that your gun was trained on the taller one of the two.

“We’re FBI agents and-” started the shorter and apparently older one, but he was cut off by the other.

“We’re not FBI agents,” he stated and, perplexed, you frowned.

“I’m confused. Are you with the FBI or not?” you asked.

“We aren’t,” said the taller one at the same time the shorter one said “We are.”

“Wow, that’s a really enlightening thing to say,” you commented. “Care to explain?”

“We aren’t with the FBI,” said the taller one and, this time, the other agreed with a nod.

“Then who are you? And what are you doing here?” you asked.

“I’m Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean, and we’re here because we’ve been informed that some very dangerous people live in this warehouse. We’re here to prevent them from causing any harm,” he explained, and immediately you felt like you were a five-year-old being patronised by an annoying adult.

“The name’s Y/n. And what do you think I’ve been doing here? A party? I’ve been dealing with the vampires,” you said, and you smiled proudly at them.

“Are you sure you’ve dealt with them properly?” asked Dean.

You rolled your eyes. “Of course. I’ve beheaded them and then buried them so that nobody will ever come across the bodies. I’ve been here since yesterday, and I need some rest,” you said, walking past them and into the sunlight.

“You don’t have a car,” Sam called out from behind you. “There was no car outside the warehouse when we got here. So how did you make it here?” he asked.

“I walked. I crashed my car a week or so ago and I haven’t had the time to replace it. It’s waiting for me in a yard somewhere in Colorado,” you explained with a shrug. To tell the truth, your opinion on that matter was anything but nonchalant, as your car had been the only place you had ever called home, but being pessimistic just wouldn’t do. Instead, you had decided to use the public transport to make your way to Wyoming to deal with the vampire nest, because hunting would always be your priority.

“That’s unfortunate. Well, you can come with us. We’re heading to the nearest town,” Sam offered, completely missing his brother’s glare.

“Really? Thank you. I’ve got a motel room there, so I can rest before heading to Colorado to retrieve my car and all my hunting stuff,” you said with a grin, only then realising that this was the first mention of anything hunting-related between you and the Winchesters. You had just both automatically assumed that the other was a hunter.

That was certainly not the last time though. Over the years, you started hunting together. At first it was just a call here and there or a chance meeting when you accidentally took on the same cases, but as the months went by you grew closer. You even started living in the bunker with them when you weren’t joining them on cases.

Hunting with them had been the best time you had ever had in your whole life.

But all good things must end, and your time with the Winchesters was no different.

It was on a sunny but chilly day in mid-March that was entirely inconspicuous and normal that this good thing in your life ended.

“We’re back!” you heard Sam and Dean announce when they entered the bunker. They both seemed rather excited for the hunt to be over, and it pained your heart to see the smile wiped off their faces when they saw you.

You were standing near the entrance, clutching a suitcase in one hand and your car keys in the other. There was a vacant, sad, look in your eyes as you nodded at them.

“Hey,” you muttered sadly.

“What’s wrong?” Dean was the one to ask but Sam was the one to rush up to you and pull you into a hug. You let the suitcase drop and hugged him back tightly, fighting to keep back tears.

“I’m leaving,” you announced in a small voice.

“Leaving... what?” Sam asked.

“Leaving the bunker. Leaving the hunter life. I can’t do this anymore. I’m physically and mentally exhausted. I just want to see the world,” you muttered, casting your gaze down on the ground.

“No. You can’t leave,” Sam said, voice almost shrill in a note of panic.

“It’s... it’s not temporary. It’s just a break. For a couple of years, I’ve decided I want to travel and see everything the planet has to offer before returning,” you said, leaving the probably out of the conversation. You weren’t sure you ever would return. Part of you hoped so, while another just wanted to leave and never come back.

Sam, probably realising that no matter what he said he could never stop you from leaving, only hugged you tighter.

“Do you promise you’ll come back?” he asked.

“I do,” you said, and now that you had given your word you probably would.

“I love you,” Sam whispered in a broken voice. “Don’t leave,” he murmured hopelessly.

Unable to listen to him anymore, you pulled away slightly from his hug and pulled him into a kiss. You touched your lips to his hesitantly at first but with increasingly more passion until you both had to pull away for need of air.

“I love you too. But I have to go. I’ll be back,” without further ado, you nodded at Dean, reached down to grab your suitcase and left, paying no heed to the tears rolling down your cheeks.

You turned to look at the bunker one last time.

“Goodbye, Sam Winchester. And may we meet again.”

 Dean

One was tall, with long hair, but it was the other who caught your attention. Shorter than the other man but still tall, something about his posture and the way he carried himself drew you in. So when you stepped out into the meagre light the rays of the sun peeking in through the door offered, you addressed him.

“Who are you and what do you want here?” you asked him, and he frowned as his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness of the room.

“I’m Agent Bickler and this is my partner Agent Sullivan. We’re with the FBI,” he said, making eye contact with you. Never tearing his gaze away from yours, he took a badge out of his pocket and let it drop to the ground. He kicked it towards you and you kneeled to pick it up, eyes and gun firmly fixed on the man who had told you was an FBI agent.

“I don’t think so. These badges aren’t real, and even if they were, what would an FBI agent be doing out here, in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere?” you asked, raising a challenging eyebrow at the light-brown-haired man.

He rolled his eyes and was about to reply when the other man talked, drawing your attention.

“You’re right. We’re not FBI agents. We’re here because some very dangerous people are in this warehouse and we want to make sure nobody innocent will get hurt. So could you please leave? It’d be much better for all of us if you didn’t get killed in the process,” he said, and for a second you contemplated pretending not to understand, pretending to be a civilian.

You decided against that though, as it would only offer confusion and maybe these two hunters -they were obviously hunters, you thought- would be so desperate as to use force to extract you from the warehouse that had been a vampire nest before you had dealt with it.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you two are hunters. That is quite obvious from you pretending to be FBI. And you must be here for the vampires,” you said, and saw realisation dawn in both their faces as they figured out the fact that you were a hunter too.

“Well... I’ve taken care of that problem; don’t worry. All the vampires are dead and buried,” you told them with a bright smile, finally lowering and holstering your gun.

“You’re a hunter?” asked the one you had been talking to in the beginning. His question was more of a statement, you realised as your gazes met again, though he obviously doubted your abilities.

“Yes, I am. I’ve been a hunter for the biggest part of my life, so there’s no need for you to check to see if the vampires are truly dead and gone. But if you want to waste precious minutes of your time, go ahead and be my guest,” you said.

“That won’t be necessary. We believe you,” said the taller one.

“I’m Sam and this is my brother Dean,” he introduced.

“Wait... Sam and Dean Winchester?” you asked with a frown. “I’m Y/n L/n. I’m, as I said, a hunter. My grandfather taught me everything I know about hunting, and he was the strictest of teachers. He never said the same thing more than once. The only thing he had ever repeated was this ‘Don’t trust the Winchesters.’ Why should I trust you?” you crossed your arms over your chest, glaring at the two men standing in front of you.

“Because we’re hunters. And hunters stick together. We’re each other’s best chance of staying alive,” Dean said, and you had to admit he had a point. Hunting on your own was an extremely lonely thing to do, and you craved some real interaction despite your better judgment.

“Let’s go then. I have a room at the motel just outside town,” you informed them, walking past them and into the glare of the sun outside the warehouse.

“Our room is there too,” Sam told you as they followed you.

“Great. See you there,” you said, climbing into your car and setting off towards the motel.

Little did you know then, that encounter with the Winchester brothers meant the end of your lonely hunting years and the beginning of a new phase in your life, which you loved more than anything else that had ever happened to you. Soon, you became very familiar with the brothers, but you had always felt more comfortable around Dean. You loved them both, but Sam was just a friend, while Dean... well it was different with Dean. It had always been different with Dean, but it took you some time to understand just how different things were.

“Where’s the pie, Y/n?” you heard Dean call out as soon as you entered the bunker’s kitchen.

“Right here, Dean. How could I ever forget the pie?” you asked, handing him his pie. He looked pointedly at Sam after what you said and accepted the pie.

“Thank you,” he said with a grin before grabbing a fork from a drawer and starting to eat.

“You’re welcome,” you said with a chuckle. “I don’t get why you like pie that much though,” you commented, and Dean sent a murderous glare your way. “Don’t listen to her, you’re precious to me,” he muttered to his pie while glaring at you.

Both you and Sam laughed and shared an exasperated look.

“At least Y/n never forgets the pie,” Dean said, again looking at his brother.  “And for that I thank her very much,” he said, turning to face you. Already, he was done with the pie, and he set the foil plate and the fork down on the table, walking up to you. He leaned down and in one swift, sudden, moment, had his lips pressed against yours; soft and warm as he pulled you into a roller coaster of a kiss that made your heart beat fast and heat to rise to your cheeks. Dean tasted of pie and in that moment you understood why he liked it so much.

You broke apart after Sam cleared his throat. Dean glared at him. “What?” he asked.

“Get a room,” Sam said.

“We have one, but you’re in it,” Dean said moodily and Sam, obviously not in the mood for a fight, sighed and walked out of the room.

“What was that for?” you asked once Sam was gone.

“It was for the pie. And I’ve wanted to do it for a long, long time.”

Ready Aim Fire

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word Count: 1020

Summary: Dean shows Y/n how to shoot a gun.

A/N: Happy birthday to Dean Winchester! May he have all the pies he wants.

gif not mine, credit to whoever owns it.

“You say you want to be a hunter, princess, but do you even know how to shoot a gun?” Dean asked, making eye contact with you. You, stubborn as ever, rolled your eyes and crossed your arms on your chest. “No, I don’t. But nobody was born knowing how. Somebody had to teach them. Somebody even had to teach you. So, why can’t you show me how to shoot a gun? I might surprise you,” you said, voice challenging.

He held your gaze for a long minute, apparently trying to decide whether to try to teach you how to shoot or not. In the end, you won, and he nodded.

“Very well. I’ll show you,” he said begrudgingly, pushing himself off the doorframe, which he had been leaning against.

“The shooting range is this way, follow me,” he muttered, walking out of the kitchen and heading to the shooting range.

“Here we are,” he announced, pushing the door open. He turned the lights on and they flickered into life, illuminating the distant targets on paper and the grey concrete walls.

“Our goal for today is to make sure your stance is proper and that you can hit the target. Proper stance will soon be forgotten in an actual fight, but we want you to improve on your aim right now,” he explained irritably, trying not to lose his patience.

“And I ought to warn you now, before it’s too late; being a hunter isn’t a field trip. It’s dangerous. It could cost you your life, the life of the people you care about. The reward is only emotional, and the recognition is nonexistent. You have the chance to turn away now. You have the chance to live a normal life, free of worry about ghosts and demons and angels. If you walk away right now, this whole thing will be just a distant memory,” here, Dean turned to face you. His expression was grave and serious. “If you walk away right now, you can have a family and friends.”

You looked up at him defiantly. “I’ve been living a normal life all my life, and I’m bored out of my wits. That’s not what I want for myself. Now, teach me how to shoot a damn gun,” you said and, with a sigh, Dean took his gun out of its holster.

“Watch closely,” he instructed, “You’ll have to copy my movements when it’s your turn, so pay attention. Your feet have to be shoulder width apart and slightly bent, and your arms have to be fully extended,” he said, reciting the information from memory. He himself adopted the stance and squared his shoulders. He cocked the gun, pressed the trigger and a bullet flew straight through the head of one of the silhouettes on the targets.

Dean then turned to look at you, carefully handing you the gun.

You nervously walked up to where he had been standing and tried your best to replicate his picture-perfect stance. You took aim as best as you could and squeezed the trigger. The bullet barely managed to hit the very edge of the paper target. To your surprise, Dean had a look on his face that said ‘not bad’.

You turned back towards the target to examine your shot, which really wasn’t all that bad. “Quite good,” Dean’s voice said from directly behind you, his breath tickling the back of your neck, and you gave a tiny squeak in surprise. You hadn’t realised he had walked up to be standing where he was now. You heard him give a low chuckle at your reaction, and that small sound sent shivers down your spine. Admittedly, Dean Winchester was a very attractive man, and standing as you were at that moment, with his toned chest almost pressing against your back, awoke a fire deep in your belly.

“You still need to work on your stance a little bit,” he said, his hands ghosting touches on your arms and lower back and waist as he gently guided you into the proper position. When he was satisfied, he instructed you to extend your arms in front of you, and you did as asked. From behind you, he mirrored your movements and extended his arms as well, to correct your grip on the gun.

“Now, shoot,” he muttered in his deep voice, and you aimed carefully before pressing the trigger. This time, you managed to hit the outer rim of the target’s body, and you grinned in success, turning to face Dean. Having forgotten about your proximity, you uttered a small ‘oh’ when you found yourself chest-to-chest with the hunter. He grinned down at you and carefully took the gun from your grip, putting the safety back on and tucking it back into its holster.

“You could be a good hunter,” he commented casually, before leaning down closer to you to cover some of the distance between you. “Providing you’d stick to hunting with us, I can make you into one of the best hunters ever,” he said, but you weren’t paying attention to his words; only his lips. Your eyes were locked on them and you felt as if you were in a trance. Apparently, he’d noticed, because he brought his hand up to your chin, softly nudging it up so that your gaze met his.

Dean leaned down, you stretched up, and your lips met in a wonderful, mesmerising kiss that set your nerve edges on fire. He deepened the kiss by tilting his head and opening his mouth just wide enough so that his tongue could lick your lips and enter your own mouth. At that, you gave a small moan and snaked your arms around his neck for stability. The kiss went on like that for quite some time until you both pulled apart, panting, but very happy.

“So, what do you say? D’you really wanna become a hunter?” Dean murmured in a voice that was huskier than normal. You nodded.

“Oh hell yes,” you whispered in reply, and leaned up to kiss him again; the second time just as magical as the first.

Possessed

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Word Count: 940

Summary: Sam is possessed by a demon, and you try your best to help him.

Warnings: Some curse words.

A/N: I hope you like it!~

You glared at Sam -no, not Sam, the demon, you had to remind yourself- who had been tricked into walking into a demon trap. The tall hunter’s shirt was soaked through with blood where his anti-possession tattoo had been mutilated with a knife, and a smirk of superiority so unlike Sam’s usual warm smile was plastered on his face.  

“What do you have to say for yourself, sweetheart? Because it’s getting really boring here, don’t you think?” said the demon trough Sam’s voice. Wrapping your mind around the fact that Sam’s usually gentle and friendly voice could hold so much scorn had taken some time, but now, after spending about an hour with the demon inhabiting your friend’s body, you could listen to him talk without flinching and being overcome by a murderous urge.

“I want my best friend back, you bastard,” you growled, moving closer to the mark on the floor and pointing Ruby’s demon-killing knife, which the Winchesters had lent to you before the mission, at the demon.

The demon laughed. It was more of a manic, wicked, cackle than a laugh, and then it looked at you through Sam’s hazel eyes with disdain.

“Oh, you’d never lay a finger on your handsome friend’s body over here,” said the demon, dropping you a wink. “Plus, if you want me gone so much, you can go on and exorcise me. You know the words, sweetheart, don’t you?” the demon added, assuming a deep, husky, provocative tone of voice as he spoke.

Never losing eye contact with you, the demon made Sam’s hands run all over his broad chest, unbuttoning a few buttons of his red plaid shirt as it did so, putting Sam’s chest on display.

Trying to suppress the feeling of giddiness that came over you when you saw the hunter’s bare chest, you mustered all your hatred towards the demon in one heated glare, which made you narrow your eyes and grit your teeth as you tried not to stare at Sam’s chest.

“Oh, I can exorcise you. But I need information first. About Crowley’s whereabouts. Tell me. Where is he?” you asked, gathering all of your self-control and willpower to make your voice sound nonchalant as you spoke. Your gaze, while still full of hatred, held authority, and your posture -seemingly relaxed, but actually tense and ready to attack should the need arise- exuded superiority. To accentuate the fact that you weren’t bluffing -which you actually were, because you’d never touch a blade to Sam’s skin- you ran a casual finger along the serrated blade of the demon-killing knife, smirking.

The demon caught the bluff though, and gave another one of its expected hysterical cackles. “You’re not gonna hurt this body. I can see it in the way you’re trying too much not to stare at his chest; in the way you’re stalling for time and trying to trick me. But honey, I’m a demon. I can’t be lied to. The thing is, you’re so painfully in love with the man I’m possessing that it’s so obvious it hurts. So obvious to everybody but you two. So no, you’re not hurting Sammy over here, so I’m-” You were so angry you saw red. You raised your voice over the demon’s, cutting it off mid-sentence, and spewed out an exorcism, not caring that in doing so you were completely neglecting your actual goal.

With a howl of pain, the demon left Sam’s body and you hurried up to him as he collapsed to the ground, kneeling next to him and helping him sit up.

“Sam... are you okay?” you asked him, and he stifled a groan, but nodded.

“I’m fine...” he managed to say. “But... we were supposed to gather information about Crowley,” he said. On impulse, you gripped his face between your hands and looked him square in the eye. You could lose yourself in his hazel, ever-changing, eyes. Depending on the lighting, they could seem green, or blue, or brown, and you could spend hours thinking about them, but right now you had to focus.

“I don’t care about that, Sam. You are so much more important to me than any piece of information that demon could have given us,” you said.

He frowned and stayed silent for a bit. Neither of you moved an inch, and you could feel his breath hot against your face.

“Is what the demon said true?” he said, finally breaking the silence. “Do you... Are you in love with me?” he asked cautiously.

You were taken aback by his question. You had expected something along the lines of ‘let’s go find Dean’ or ‘it’s okay that you didn’t get information from the demon about Crowley, but we have to figure out what to do next’, so you were surprised. So surprised that you blurted out your response without thinking.

“Yes,” you said, and his eyes widened imperceptibly in surprise.

His face broke out into a grin that held so much happiness it made you smile as well. “That’s excellent. Because... because so do I,” he said, his voice trailing off in a whisper as he leaned in closer to you.

Your lips met hesitantly at first but then, as you both were drawn closer to each other like moths towards the light, it was magic. He was a great kisser, and he elicited small sounds from you as he nipped and sucked on your lower lip. Your lips tingled where they met his, and you had never felt better.

And, as you pulled away, you smiled, because you had not only gotten a friend back, but a lover too.

Give Me A Kiss

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Word Count: 777

Summary: Cas asks for a kiss. Just fluff without a basic plot, I guess~

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: Enjoy!

“Kiss me,” a deep, throaty voice said suddenly, drawing you out of your thoughts.

Confused, you turned to face the source of the voice. Castiel was sitting on the couch next to you, his amazingly deep blue eyes staring at you, intimidating you in a weird kind of way that stirred good feelings deep in your stomach.

“Ex-excuse me?” you stammered, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“Kiss me,” he repeated in that same tone of voice as before; deep enough to send shivers running down your spine.

And you didn’t know if it was the way he said it, the way he was looking at you or something else entirely that actually made you do it.

You leaned closer and pressed your lips to his chapped-but-soft ones, and he pressed back.

And it wasn’t just an innocent peck; but a deep kiss that took you to Heaven and brought you back again. Cas’s touch was curious, experimental, but there was something in the way he kissed you -something imperceptible but undeniably there- that made you think there was more to this than just the curiosity of an angel.

Eventually, you pulled away, panting, and he rested his forehead against yours, staring deep into your soul with his piercing blue eyes.

“That was good,” he said matter-of-factly, and that reminded you of how sudden the kiss had been to begin with.

“Cas,” you started, fully intending to continue your sentence but unable to find the suitable words. Or, in fact, any words at all. You couldn’t think of anything other than the kiss and why he had kissed you.

Cas probably noticed the shift in your demeanour towards confusion, and he frowned slightly, but his lips spread out into a smile.

And he leaned closer to you, kissing you again, drawing you into a kiss reminiscent of the one before, only more passionate, more needy, that left you panting and moaning. His movements were hesitant as he placed his hands at your waist to pull you closer towards him. He was even more hesitant with the kiss, trying to find the correct angle and the best way to use his lips and tongue to respond to your more than eager kiss.

You pulled away before you could get too immersed into the kiss and forget about the question you wanted to ask him.

“Why?” you managed to utter, struggling to catch your breath and compose yourself.

“Why what? Why did I kiss you?” he asked, his voice surprisingly and impossibly calm, coming sharp in contrast with your breathy gasps. You could only nod in reply to his question.

“Well...” Cas started to speak, and he still remained as unruffled as ever. “I was curious. I just wanted to try it,” he said with a shrug.

You hadn’t expected his answer to be this, and it made a lump rise to your throat and an uncomfortable feeling to settle in the pit of your stomach. You pulled slightly away, feeling a tad bit used but willing to overlook it, and the displeasure must have shown in your eyes because Cas’s calm façade broke and a frown clouded his expression.

“Did I do something wrong? Was there a problem with what I did?” he asked, uncertain and naïve and very much insecure.

“No, Cas, there isn’t a problem. Really. I understand,” you muttered, even though a part of you had hoped for -wanted, needed- more. More than just two kisses that had come to exist only because, apparently, your angel friend was bored and curious.

“There is a problem,” he insisted, and you sighed in annoyance.

“Okay, Cas, yes, there is. You can’t just kiss me like that and expect to get out of it with a simple ‘I was curious’. That was more than just curiosity,” you said, and his eyes widened.

“Uh... Y/N... it’s... what if I told you it’s not just curiosity?” he asked hypothetically, uncertain of himself.

The churning feeling in your stomach calmed, and there was a pleasant fluttering of hope and... something more.

“What was it then?” you asked, and he swallowed hard before replying.

“It was like. I like you, and I wanted to kiss you,” he admitted shyly, cutely, hesitantly, and he appeared surprised when a smile appeared on your face.

“Don’t worry, Cas... I like you too,” you muttered, and leaned in closer to him, kissing him with everything you had. Soon, he was on his back on the couch and you were on top of him, kissing and sucking his lips.

“I’m glad you asked,” you muttered in-between kisses, and he groaned slightly before replying.

“I’m really glad I did.”  

Together At Last

Pairing: Sam x reader

Word Count: 923

Summary: Sam and the reader were best friends in high school. What happens when, years later, they stumble across each other on a hunt?

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: I hope you like it!~

You’d known Sam for a long time. You’d met him at school during your last year there, and he quickly became your best friend. All too soon for you, he and his family had left the small town you and your mother were living in during that time period.

You made sure to keep in touch with him. His phone number changed constantly, as did yours, but you’d always stayed in contact.

It was really strange when, recently, he didn’t respond to your calls, e-mails or texts. Two years now, you hadn’t gotten a single word from Sam Winchester, a signal that he was alive and still thinking of you.

‘Maybe,’ you thought as you packed your hunting things in a backpack and slung it over your shoulder, ‘Maybe he’s not thinking of me. Or maybe he’s not alive,’ you sighed at your depressing train of thought and cursed yourself for thinking so much about him even now, two years after you’d had your last contact with Sam and so many years after you’d last seen him.

Cursing yourself under your breath, you shook your head to clear it and headed towards your destination: an abandoned house where ghost sightings had been reported. Armed with rock salt, a pack of matches and a lot of other weapons that would be useless against a ghost but made you feel safer; you made your way up to the house.

You had just closed the door behind you and switched your torch on when you heard a gun being cocked and the bright beam from another person’s torch was in your eyes.

But then the beam was lowered and, in the meagre light it and your own flashlight created, you could barely make out the characteristics of a tall, broad-shouldered man that reminded you too much of...

“Sam?” you choked out in surprise, wondering what the hell he could be doing here.

He didn’t speak. He just flung some water at you from a small bottle held in his hand, and he frowned when the results were negative.

“I’m not a fucking demon,” you hissed at him and drew a silver knife from your belt, slicing a cut across your palm. “And I’m not a shapeshifter either.”

“You can’t be Y/N,” he stated with certainty.

“I can’t? Why’s that, Sam?” you asked, and his frown deepened. “Because Y/N isn’t a hunter. I would’ve known.”

“I am a hunter. And of course you wouldn’t have known -I hadn’t realised you’re a hunter either,” you said in your defence.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this? We’ve talked so many times,” he said, and you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t know you’re a hunter as well, so I couldn’t exactly call you one day and tell you that I’ve been hunting monsters ever since I could walk. Most people don’t even know that monsters exist,” you replied, locking eyes with his.

Even in the too little white light that the torches’ beams cast, his eyes were the same hazel you remembered, his smile -though small right now- was instantly recognisable as Sam.

“You’re so tall now,” you muttered suddenly, and he chuckled. “You’re still beautiful,” he said, and you could have sworn that a small blush coloured his cheeks as he said that, but the lighting was so bad that you weren’t sure.

Unexpectedly, you ran up to him and threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. “I’ve missed you,” you said, a grin on your face that could rival the sun in brightness.

“I’ve missed you too. So much,” he muttered.

“Why did you stop replying to my messages and calls?” you asked him, pulling far enough away so you could look at him, but not so far that you would have to take your arms off from around him.

“I wanted to keep you safe. Away from the life of a hunter. I thought that the best way to do that would be to sever all contact with you. It hurt, because you were my best friend, and I...” here, Sam trailed off, and you waited for him to pick up the threads of his sentence, but he never did.

“I wasn’t your best friend, Sam. I still am, if you want to, if you need me. I sure as hell need you,” you muttered, and were elated to see a smile take over the frown that had clouded his face.

“I’m sorry,” he said eventually, “But I...” he hesitated again before taking a deep breath, “I’ve always liked you. More than just friends. Perhaps more than like. It’s as if... I’ve been in love with you all my life, from the moment I met you onwards,” he confessed awkwardly, his voice low in a murmur, and you blushed.

You didn’t respond. Words weren’t really your thing; but actions were. So you stood on your tiptoes, put your arms around Sam’s neck and pressed your lips to his, pulling him into a kiss that held frustration, longing and so many bottled-up feelings. The feel of his tongue against your lips, in your mouth, toying and fighting with your own made your skin tingle and your brain shut down as you gave into the sensations, savouring every single moment.

“Two hunters in love. It’s risky,” you muttered when you pulled away.

“It’s not just risky. It’s mortally perilous,” he responded breathily, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

You giggled as he leaned down to kiss you again.

“And I love it.”

Despair

Pairing: Gabriel x reader

Word Count: 1,235

Summary: The Apocalypse is approaching and Gabriel visits you. 

Warnings: Spoilers for season five, feels.

A/N: I’d planned on writing something cute, not this. Anyway, enjoy!

You’d known Gabriel for a long time. You’d met him while you were on a crazy hunt -caused by him, of course- which turned out to be the maddest hunt you’d ever been on. He’d transported you to a world much like the one depicted in Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland and had shown up, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, a couple of days and countless agonising deaths later. At first, you hadn’t liked him. And you’d liked him even less when, as his parting words, he’d chosen to reference Alice in Wonderland again and wink, saying ‘Eat me’ in a tone of voice heavily laden with innuendo.

No, you hadn’t liked him then. But you’d stumbled across him -or, rather, he’d found you- numerous times after that. And slowly, bit by bit, you got to know him better. You got to see behind his confident, flirty exterior and you started liking him more.

It had been a long time since you had last seen him and, with rumours about the oncoming Apocalypse passing from one hunter’s mouth to the other’s, you always had to remain on your toes; ever vigilant and watchful as you tried to distinguish truth from lie.

It came as a surprise to you when, one day, Gabriel just showed up at the door of your motel room. You had no ongoing case, nothing that could justify his sudden appearance. And yet there he was, flirty smile on his face as he swallowed the last of his candy bar.

“Hello, sweetheart. I’m sure you’ve missed me so terribly much. I definitely have missed you,” he said cheerfully, smiling a grin that brought you back to the first smile he had ever given you; that broad, wonderful grin that seemed more devious and teasing than a genuine smile. Only, this time, he embraced you briefly, showing you exactly how much he actually had missed you.

He then proceeded to push past you and make his way to the bed, where he sat down and continued eating his sweets. For a while, you just stared at each other, your gaze meeting his brown one questioningly.

“What are you doing here?” you said eventually, breaking the perpetual silence of the room. While you were glad to have him there, as you actually had missed him and you liked him a bit too much, his appearance was sudden.

“I’m here to see you. And I brought food,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows, as if that explained everything. You raised your own eyebrows incredulously.

“Don’t you have chaos to create somewhere else?” You asked him. “Or have the recent goings-on affected you as well?” You added, kind of jokingly, because you were quite certain that a trickster like Gabe wouldn’t really heed the far-fetched rumours about the Apocalypse.

But his face fell at the mention of that, and he cast his eyes downward. For a moment, he looked broken, torn apart, scared, and then he was okay again, smiling and looking up as if nothing had happened.

“Well, everybody who knows about what’s going on should be concerned. The destruction of the world as we know it could be imminent,” Gabriel said gravely, but his eyes never lost their cheerful glint. “So, you know what we can do to make sure we’re prepared?” he said in a secretive, conspiratorial, tone of voice.

“What?” you asked.

He dropped you a wink. “Sex and food. Lots and lots of sex and eating food to make up for every second in our life that we haven’t been doing one or the other,” he said simply and his tone of voice was so serious that you felt like the laugh you choked out was out of place.

“Gabe. You can’t be telling me that what everyone’s been saying is true. I’m sure it’s just a false alarm,” you said with a shrug.

Gabriel’s serious look returned again then, and he frowned, staring at the long-forgotten and only half-eaten chocolate bar in his hand.

“It’s true,” he said with a sigh.

“How… how do you know?” you asked, somehow believing him. You sat down on the bed next to him and nervously tapped a rhythm with your fingers on your leg.

His hand reached over to cover yours and stop the nervous drumming. At that, you lifted your gaze to meet his, and any doubt you might have had about this whole situation vanished at the pained, fearful look that was still in his eyes.

Everything went downhill from there. Despair fought with fear and chaos tangled with misery to create the perfect cacophony of discord.

“Y/n… I’m not just a trickster. The name Gabriel isn’t just a name. I’m the Gabriel; the archangel Gabriel. And I know that this is really happening; I know that almost all the required seals to start the Apocalypse are broken. There is no escaping this,” he said, his voice pained as his grip on your hand tightened and the desperation in his eyes intensified.

“I don’t know if I’m going to live to see another day. None of us can know. Lucifer could rise tomorrow,” he said, a note of fear in his voice as he spoke.

“Nobody ever knows what life will bring,” you whispered back, unable to do much else other than stare into his eyes. You felt helpless now that you knew that the world was gradually falling apart. Helpless, and drowning; drowning in the world and in his eyes that looked like chocolate and caramel and Gabe.

He leaned forward to brush a tear you hadn’t even realised was falling off your cheek with his thumb, and he didn’t pull away. He was close enough that you could feel his breath -that smelt pleasantly of chocolate and caramel- against your cheeks and lips.

“It’ll be okay,” you muttered under your breath, trying to reassure both yourself and Gabriel with your words. He gave a solemn nod in response. “We can only wait and see,” he replied, and it was your turn to nod.

“Gabriel…” You said helplessly after a while of silence, uttering his name just because you liked the feel of his name rolling off your tongue.

“Y/n,” he was quick to reply, and that was enough to give you the required courage to close the distance between your lips.

The kiss didn’t go as an expected first kiss would. No sparks flew around you; no butterflies fluttered in your stomach and nothing about it was tender and sweet -apart from, perhaps, the lingering taste of sugar and chocolate of his mouth.

It was frantic and anxious and was punctuated by breathy moans and desperate tugging at clothes. It was the kind of kiss that doesn’t satisfy you but only leaves you wanting more and more and oh so much more.

“I love you,” you heard yourself mutter at some point, because now was no time to worry about it being too soon, it was the time to worry about having been too late to say or do something.

Gabriel tugged on your shirt urgently and whispered ‘me too’.

The urgency never left, not even when you lay side by side under the sheets in the bed the following morning, or when you said goodbye three days later.

You never saw him again. That day, a part of you broke. And you somehow knew you’d never get it back.

Join Me

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Word Count: 1,074

Summary: The reader wants to confront Lucifer, but ends up giving into her darkest desires…

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Hope it’s okay!

Your palms, clutching the gun tightly, were sweating and your hands were shaking visibly. If your hunting partners were there, they would have been sure to tease you about that, as you took pride in your steady hand and perfect aim.

But they weren’t even alive anymore, and all because of the man -archangel, demon, whatever- standing there in front of you with his back turned to you; vulnerable and bare. Nobody had seen him kill them, but word was he had sent his demons to do the dirty job.

Still, it was his fault, his fault, his fault.

Your whole body was shaking with anger and fear, and the adrenaline was pumping through your blood, making your skin buzz and tingle. Every slight movement felt weird, as if you weren’t fully in control of your body and you were feeling someone else control it.

You were so angry, so livid and full of rage, that while you knew your simple bullets would do nothing to harm Lucifer himself, you had to try. Your life held no meaning anyway without your friends and hunting partners, and you’d get your revenge if it was the last thing you did.

Suddenly, the stability in your arms returned and you were able to carefully aim at Lucifer’s back and fire.

The bullet cut right through Lucifer’s vessel’s body, and a spray of blood coloured his shirt crimson, but his face held an amused expression as he turned to face you.

He shook his head and pursed his lips in disappointment, and you felt like a scolded child. Not knowing what else to do, you fired again at him as he approached you, but not so much as a wince of pain crossed his face.

When he was actually close enough so you could feel the heat his body emanated, he smirked cruelly and with a simple twist of his wrist you were pinned against the wall behind you.

“You’ve been a reaaaaaally naughty girl, Y/n,” Lucifer said, shaking his head again and making your blood boil with anger. You were surprised by how human he actually sounded, how real and tangible and not supernatural at all.

You struggled against your invisible bonds, trying to form words so you could respond to him, but you were unable to.

“I can’t decide if you want to ask me how I know who you are or if you just want to tell me to ‘go to hell’,” he grinned, chuckling at his own joke, as you once again found yourself surprised, almost mesmerised by his voice.

Again, you tried to speak, only this time you found yourself able to actually form words.

“Both,” you croaked out, upper lip curling in a sneer of hatred.

Lucifer cast you another disappointed look, and part of you actually felt chastised by it. He was menacing, and imposing, and it felt as if he could make everyone in a room feel inferior just by breathing.

“I know your name because you are a very capable hunter indeed, and I have been keeping a close eye on you,” he said, smirking.

“So close an eye that you killed my best friends?” you spat out in fury.

“I had to do what had to be done to gain a follower, my dear,” Lucifer replied with a shrug.

“Oh, and did you get that follower? Were they worth it?” you almost screamed at him.

He smirked enigmatically. “I don’t know yet. That is up to you.”

Your heart beat faster as you came to a realisation. Lucifer wanted to recruit you.

“You bastard. Why would I ever join you?” you sneered.

“You are capable. You are inconspicuous. You are smart, and talented, and you are just like me. You are a shining star now, your parents’ favourite and your friends’ beloved, but I can see the strain in your eyes. You don’t want this life of a prodigy because your ideals are different. Act upon them; join me, and the world will be at our feet. It will be ours to do with as we wish; ours to create and to destroy,” he said, and you were embarrassed by how close to home his words had actually hit. You had always hated how the hunter’s life had just been thrust upon you without anybody asking you first, and what you had hated even more was the fact that you were amazing at being a hunter.

“We’re different,” you said, grasping at straws. He could see in your eyes that his words rang true, that what he had said had affected you in more ways than you cared to admit.

“Everyone’s different,” he scoffed. “But you and I… not so much. The only difference I can see is that your Hell is right here. You are living it every moment, breathing it in and exhaling it with every breath. And you know it. You can feel it. Yet… you deny it. We want the same things. Accept it,” he said, calmly striding closer to you; so close that you could almost feel his breath on your face.

You held his blue gaze for a long while, neither looking away.

“I am not like you,” you insisted.

Lucifer just gave a cold, low, laugh and leaned even closer to you, touching his lips to yours.

What you realised first was that you were no longer bound by his invisible spell. He was actually giving you the option to decide here.

That took you by surprise, but what astonished you even more was the fact that you were responding positively to his increasingly rough kiss. He was kissing and licking and sucking and biting and, when he met no resistance, he pushed you against the wall and trapped you between it and his body.

“What is your answer?” he asked, voice low in a growl as he pulled away from the kiss that had left you breathless and yet wanting -needing- more.

“Yes,” you said breathily.

You didn’t know why you replied with what you did. The only sure thing was that no demon was possessing you because your anti-possession tattoo was still whole and unharmed.

The prospect of the world being yours was seductive, and you couldn’t say no now that you had the way to make it reality.

Lucifer smirked. “Welcome, my queen,” he muttered and leaned closer to capture your lips in another desperate, needy, kiss.

Not That Bad

Pairing: Chuck Shurley x reader

Word Count: 1001

Summary: The reader is dragged along by a friend to a Supernatural convention, where she meets Chuck who turns out to be the writer of the Supernatural books which she had never bothered to read.

A/N: I suck at summaries. Anyway, I hope you like it! ^_^

You really didn’t want to be there. You had spent two hours smiling at your friend as she tugged you along to talk to other people who were cosplaying and chatting animatedly amongst themselves about demons and ghosts and angels and monsters born from lore and mythology.

You were just bored. You had seen so many Deans and Sams and Castiels and Lucifers to last you a lifetime, and you swore that you never would follow your friend to another ‘Supernatural’ convention. In your opinion, everybody there was crazy and obsessed with books that lacked common sense, and while you hadn’t read them, you didn’t really want to. If there was a chance in a hundred for you to read them before coming to the convention, now it was a chance in a million, if that.

You had finally managed to convince your friend to leave you alone; leaning against the wall with a bottle of water clutched in your hand that you liked to pretend was alcohol that could drown your sorrows.

You heaved a sigh just as you saw someone relax against the same wall as you, clutching a bottle of water and drinking nervously.

You turned around and studied him subtly. He was short, with unruly dark hair and the beginnings of a beard on his cheeks. His eyes were blue, the most clear and beautiful blue you had ever seen, and as you faced him completely with a small smile, you remembered thinking that he was not bad at all.

“Do you not want to be here either?” you asked him, chuckling softly.

He took a swig from his bottle of water and nodded. “Y-yeah,” he replied in a tremulous voice. “I would really rather be anywhere than here” he admitted, shoulders slumping. Upon closer inspection, he didn’t just look bored like you, but he looked nervous, almost scared.

You chuckled softly in response. “Tell me about it. I was dragged here by my best friend, who’s a die-hard fan of Supernatural, but I haven’t read the books myself. And to tell you the truth, I’m not sure I want to, either. They’re just not for me,” you said.

The man just chuckled before raising his bottle of water to his lips again and drinking some more.

“I understand,” he said simply.

“I’m Y/n L/n,” you introduced yourself suddenly, after a moment of silence, smiling as you offered him his hand. He shook it.

“Chuck. Chuck Shurley,” he said, himself smiling slightly.

You spent the best part of the next hour just talking with Chuck, getting to know him as he got to know you. It was pleasant, surprisingly so, and it was something you had never thought you’d find at a convention. It was an hour later that he said he had to go, and before leaving he scribbled down his number on a napkin, smiling softly as he did.

“I never expected to find such good company here,” you admitted as you pocketed the napkin with what you could only hope was a flirty smile on your lips.

“Same here. I’m feeling much better now than I was before,” he said, referencing his previous nervousness.

“So... I’ve got to go. But I had a lot of fun,” he said, and when he walked away both of you were smiling goofily.

Five minutes later, your friend came to grab your hand and lead you excitedly to the room where the meet-and-greet with Carver Edlund, the author, would be held.

You filed into the room, your mind overtaken by thoughts of Chuck as you stood up in the back of the room.

Soon, every conversation had died down as all the fans of ‘Supernatural’ present were looking up at the stage expectantly, as if waiting for the Messiah to walk out and deliver a speech. And walk out he did, but he was definitely not who you had been expecting to see.

It was a man, short and nearly shivering with nerves, clutching a bottle of water tightly in his hand. The same man you had been talking to a few minutes ago, Chuck Shurley, was standing on stage answering the questions of the fans.

Immediately, you felt guilty. You had complained a lot about the books to him and how boring you found whatever your friend had told you about them and all this time, unbeknownst to you, he had been the author of the books. You buried your face in your hands and willed yourself to disappear, but you could see his gaze on you whenever you looked up.

As soon as the Q&A was over you bolted from the room without even so much as a glance at your confused friend, but you weren’t lucky enough as you bumped into someone.

In fact, you were very unlucky indeed as that someone was Chuck himself. Or Carver. You didn’t know.

“Hi,” you said lamely as he looked at you apologetically.

“I saw you in there,” he said as if he hadn’t been expecting you to be in the room.

“Look, Chuck -or is it Carver?- I thought we had something going on, I mean, not something, obviously, but I think I kinda like you, and after all I said before I know it’s probably naïve of me to stay,” you said, trying to make up an excuse and leave.

“It’s Chuck,” he said softly, grabbing one of your wildly gesturing hands and holding it gently between both of his.

“I like you too,” Chuck said in all seriousness, “And I didn’t take what you said about my books at heart. You haven’t read them to have an actual opinion of your own,” he said as he leaned down closer to you. He was obviously nervous once again, and it was up to you to close the gap between your lips and pull him into a gentle and sweet kiss that only left you wanting more.

It turned out that conventions weren’t that bad after all.

Sleepyhead - Dean Imagine

Dean x Reader

Summary: You love to cuddle.

No plotline whatsoever......just cuddly, cute Dean time.

You opened the door to your old house. You weren’t surprised when you seen the younger Winchester sitting on the couch his feet up on the stool in front of him and the TV on. You recognised the car out front, plus you had given them spare keys to the safe house a few months ago. ‘Hey’ Sam waved at you. ‘Winchester’ You closed the door behind you and walked over to the couch. You bent over the back.

You laid your hands on Sam’s shoulders leaning around him to plant a kiss on his cheek. The stubble there was about a day old telling you how long they had been here. ‘How’s things? Taking a few days off?’ You asked wrapping your arms around him. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to your chin. ‘Yeah, you?’ He leaned your chin on his shoulder and he wrapped his arms around your forearms. ‘Salt and burn a few states over’ You turned your face into his shirt when you yawned.

Sam chuckled and you smiled lazily at him. ‘Is Dean with you?’ You asked him, you knew the answer already. ‘Yeah, he’s upstairs asleep’ You nodded. ‘You should probably sleep, you look tired’ Sam smiled at you. You rolled your eyes. ‘You need to stop being such a worrier’ You laughed at him but stood up pressing a kiss to his head. ‘I’m going shopping later. You want anything? How long are you boys staying?’ Sam shrugged. ‘Few days, and I’ll make a list and come with you’ You nodded grabbing the bag you had dropped. ‘I’m not letting you two out of here for at least a week, you boys need a break’ You turned walking up the stairs.

You giggled when you heard Sam shouting ‘Of course Mom’ After you. You opened the door to you bedroom and stopped short. Dean was lying on his stomach across your bed. He was wearing just a boxers. Your eyes ran over his wide shoulders and muscled back. The blankets was down around his thighs and his arms buried under his pillow. You smiled as the peaceful look on his face.

You quietly put your bag on the floor and began towards the chair. You sat pulling off your boots your eyes on Dean’s body. You stood wiggling out of your jeans. ‘Y/n?’ Dean’s groggy voice cut through the silence. You smiled pulling off your top and bra. ‘Hello Sleepyhead’ You breathed and grabbed his t shirt pulling it onto your body. Dean grunted a greeting as you climbed onto the bed.

You threw your leg over his body straddling his hips. You leaned forwards and began to massage the muscles in his shoulder. He let out a long moan settling into the bed. ‘Any reason why Sam looks like he’s been through the wars?’ You asked and Dean smiled softly and you kept kneading the knots from his shoulders. ‘We have’ You nodded beginning to make your way down his back. ‘Anything you want to talk about?’ You asked.

Dean hummed and shook his head. ‘Dean’ You leaned forwards and pressed a kiss between his shoulders. He sighed. ‘Leviathans’ Dean muttered. ‘Old things that Cas let out of Purgatory’ You leaned back and began to work on his lower back. ‘Yes, about everyone in the world knows about them babe’ He groaned when you hit a particularly hard knot.

You leaned into him more as he groaned. ‘We just came from a fight with one, nasty things can’t die’ You nodded. ‘Last one I got, cut it’s head off and shipped it to a friend of mine in Japan’ Den chuckled and opened one eye looking up at you. ‘You have friends in Japan?’ You nodded and he closed his eyes again. ‘Didn’t know’ You leaned forwards again pressing butterfly kisses to his shoulders.

Dean wiggled snuggling back into the sheets. ‘Where were you?’ Your fingers danced along the hard muscle of his back. ‘Salt and burn’ You leaned down lying on Dean’s back resting your head on his shoulder. ‘Why don’t you go back to sleep. I’m going shopping in a few hours when the stores open you want anything?’ Dean shook his head. ‘You know what I like’ You kissed his jaw, damn it that jaw. He should use it as a weapon.

You sat back up. ‘You know, you still You seen him smile before he turned slightly. He wrapped his hand around your arm and pulled you down. You giggled when you lended on the bed. Dean opened his eyes and you smiled at him. He reached down pulling the covers up and you wiggled beneath them.

Dean rolled onto his side and opened his arms. You moved closer to him and turned your back to him. You laid your head on his bicep and he curled it brushing his fingers through the hair on the top of your head. Dean dropped his arm over your waist and pulled you back so that your back was pressed to his front. He leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to the back of your neck.

You let a breath fall from your lips. Since Bobby had sent the boys your way when they were hiding a few years ago you had loved them with all your heart. Dean in a completely different manner to Sam. Yu loved Sam as if he was your brother, your best friend. Dean you loved to the bottom of your heart. It had broken your heart when he had disappeared with Lisa, but you knew it was for the best. He had gotten out, and that was something most Hunters dreamt of.

But you had been selfish and gotten your wish to see him again. When Sam had told him he was back and brought Dean back into this whole mess you had scolded him to no end wondering why he didn’t exactly care, then Cas had the answer. No Soul. But a small part of you was happy that you had Den back. And it was then you had told him you loved him. 

And here he was, still with you. You felt Dean shift behind you trying to get comfortable. you rolled your eyes knowing how he liked to sleep. You threaded your hand with his and rolled forwards a little. You threw one leg up and lay half on your side half on your tummy. Dean smiled against your neck. He pressed himself into your back lying on top of you. 

He threw his own leg over you pressing it against your own. You wiggled back into him now covered by heat and muscle. This was definitely one of your favourite positions to cuddle with Dean. You guessed it was his too seeing as this was how you mostly ended up when you slept together. 

In all the years you were a hunter you had never felt safe, it was always something. But with Dean it was different. When he held you it wasn’t that you felt safe, you felt like you could take on the world. But when you were like this, you felt protected, like nothing could touch you.And Dean felt like he was protecting you. Dean always wanted to protect everything.

You felt his breathing even out and you smiled knowing he was asleep. You smiled and closed your eyes burying your face in the pillow letting all the tension leave your body. You smiled as Dean snuggled further into your neck his legs tangling his bare legs with yours.

You woke up a few hours later with a shiver. You groaned at the cold air on your back. Turning over you opened your eyes. Dean was curled up on the other side of your double bed his back to you. You shuffled across the bed. ‘Any reason you’re over here?’ You muttered and you heard him groan. ‘I was hoping you’d think I was still asleep’ You reached out running your hand over his back. ‘Something on your mind?’ You wrapped your arm around his waist. 

You pressed your front to his back and tangled your legs with his. You pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. ‘We don’t know how to kill these things’ He sighed. ‘What if they hurt someone? You?’ Dean took your hand in his bending slightly to press a kiss to your knuckles. ‘Then they get me, that’s how this works Dean. Sometimes these things just happen’ Dean chuckled as you settled into his back. You sighed finally warming up. ‘Always a happy one you’ He muttered sleepily. You smiled

You inhaled deeply taking in the smell of Dean. He smelt a little like the bodywash and shampoo you had in your shower. But there was also that musky smell that was all Dean. ‘Realistic’ You closed your eyes. ‘That’s why I love ye’ Your eyes shot open. In all the years Dean had known you he never said he loved you. ‘Dean?’ You whispered.

But got no response. You snuggled back into his back, you’d talk to him after about it. Now he probably just needed to sleep.

You groaned as you heard someone talking. ‘I’ll come with you Sam’ You muttered and felt someone tense under you. Wait? Under you? ‘I got it Y/n, you two should sleep’ You heard the door close and arms tightened around you. ‘Don’t you even think about moving’ Dean whispered. He planted a kiss on your head. 

You both must have moved during the night. You were currently on your side your head lying on Dean’s chest as he lay on his back. You smiled snuggling closer to him. Both your legs were tangled together and you could feel his skin pressed against yours.  Your shirt had ridden up to your ribs. One of Dean’s arms was wrapped around your shoulders, the fingers on his other hand were intertwined with yours as your arm was thrown across his body.

You sighed listening to him as you heard the Impala roar to life outside. ‘How did we end up like this?’ You opened your eyes and tilted your head back. You found him looking down at you already with a slight smile. ‘You rolled away’ He shrugged with one arm. ‘Right’ You nodded closing your eyes and nuzzled back into his shoulder pressing a few kisses to his skin.

You both lay in silence for a while. ‘I was thinking we should spend the day I bed, Sammy’s going to the library in town’ You heard the smile in his voice. You nodded pulling the covers up over you. You untangled your legs from Deans and threw them over his hips pushing yourself up. You looked down at Dean as you straddled him. ‘I meant cuddling’ He smirked but his hands began massaging your thighs.

You laid your hands on his chest a finger tracing over the anti possession tattoo on his collar. ‘I like cuddling you Y/n’ You shrugged and leaned down pressing your lips to his. You felt Dean smile into the kiss. ‘I meant it’ He mumbled against your lips. You pulled away. ‘What?’ He smiled his hand leaving your thigh and he placed his hand on your cheek.

You leaned into him. ‘I love you, never told you but I do’ You sighed and leaned down curling into his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. ‘I love you too Dean’ You smiled into his bare chest. ‘How about when Sam gets home you show me how much you love me but making me one of those delicious burgers’ Dean laughed. ‘Of course sweetheart’ You smiled cuddling into him again just wanting to be in his arms.

Dean tightened his grasp on you muttering sweet nothings in your ear. Cuddling with Dean definitely had to be your favourite pastime.

I know it’s short and not amazing but I was feeling DEAN CUDDLES and needed to get it down

@lilacs-lavender

Take A Break - Cas Imagine

Cas x Reader

Summary : You and the boys have a hard time finding a case so you decide to relax for the day.

You closed the laptop in front of you. It had been almost 5 months since the Winchesters had asked you to move in. It had been the first time you had ever had a home and frankly it was weird and a little disorientating. Having somewhere to come back to after a hunt, not constantly being on the road. It was weird to say the least. 

You looked at the two boys. They were both doing research too but you could tell by the looks on their face that mean they got squat too. Dean had a sandwich in his hand munching on it as Sam frantically typed on the keyboard. Dean groaned and slammed the laptop shut. Sam stopped typing the clicking sound disappearing. He looked over at his brother. ‘Jack Squat’ Dean grumbled. ‘Sam’ You told them and Dean ran a hand over his face. ‘Me too, but this place has needed cleaning’ Sam smiled.

Dean’s eyes widened and you scowled. He turned his head looking at you. Dean always tried to put off cleaning the bunker, except the kitchen. He had this thing about the kitchen always being clean. You nibbled your lip and furrowed your eyebrows thinking of anything that would stop you from cleaning this place ‘I suggest a movie day, take a break, chill out’ You beamed. Dean stood pointing at you. ‘I second that, I got the snacks’ He nodded and smiled widely at Sam before turning almost running out of the room before his brother could protest.

Sam turned to you giving you his classic bitch face. ‘You really have to encourage him?’ You shrugged standing. Sam threw up his arms with a groan. You watched him stand drawing himself up to his full height. ‘I’ll get netflix ready’ You squealed and threw your arms out. He watched you for a second before letting the smile spread across his face. You watched as his dimples began to appear and he stepped around the table. 

He wrapped his long arms around you and you snuggled into his warm chest for a second and he kissed your head. ‘I guess we do need a day off’ He nodded patting your head. ‘I’ll call Cas’ You shouted after him when he walked from the room. He waved his hand behind him not disagreeing with you.

You squealed and clapped your hands together. It had been so long since you had spent a day with Cas, even for a case. And even longer since it had been when neither of you were doing anything, just relaxing. ‘Cas’ You prayed. ‘It’s not an emergency but I’d really like you here, please’ You let the silence fill the room. Then the flutter of wings. ‘What is it?’ You felt hands graze your hips and tighten. You stumbled as he gave you a sharp tug but you fell right into Castiel's body.

You sighed closing your eyes melting back into him. All the tension left your body. It was crazy just what one touch from the Angel could do to you. You could feel the hard lines of his chest and torso pressing into your back. His warmth seeping through the thin layers you both had on. ‘We’re having a day off’ You leaned your head back looking up. You were met by those bright blue eyes that had captivated you since you had first been introduced to Castiel. ‘Do you want to stay with us?’ You have him your best puppy eyes. 

He stayed silent for a second and you could see him mulling it over. ‘If you have something to do it’s okay’ You whispered. Cas leaned down and pressed his lips to yours in a slightly awkward kiss. He pulled back and smiled softly at you. Not enough to show any teeth but enough to stretch those full beautiful lips so that, if it was possible, he looked more attractive. ‘Of course I will stay, I have not spend time with you in a while. I will be back in a moment’ He kissed your forehead before stepping away from you and disappearing.

Dean held up popcorn when he walked into the room. You were sitting on the bed your legs stretched out in front of you. You had changed into a pair of joggers and one of Castiel’s shirts. Sam was sitting on the other side of the large bed searching through the movies. ‘How are you even comfortable in that’ He gave your shirt a mock glare his lips forming a pout. You shrugged. ‘It smells like Cas, plus it’s big’ He rolled his eyes settling down in the plush armchair beside the bed.

He threw his feet up on the edge of the bed as he rolled his shoulders shifting to find a comfortable position. He smiled slightly when he found a comfortable spot. You loved seeing the boys smile, it was a rare occurrence in this life and you took every chance you could to make it a possibility. They had been through so much it made you unremarkably happy to see them happy. Your chest tightened a little as your own spread across your lips. 

Dean held out the popcorn for you and you took a handful before making a mock bowl with the shirt and dropping them onto your lap. ‘May I join you?’ None of you had noticed Castiel appear in the doorway until his rough voice had interrupted the silence. ‘Of course Cas’ Sam nodded. He moved over slightly as you followed leaving space between you and Dean for Cas on the edge of the bed.

Cas stepped into the room. Dean furrowed his eyebrows when he seen Castiel take off his trench coat and then his suit jacket. ‘Eh Cas?’ He asked hesitantly. ‘What are you doing?’ Dean asked Castiel as he laid both over Sam’s chest of drawers. ‘Y/n prefers to cuddle when I have those off’ Castiel shrugged smiling at you.

Dean moved his feet as Cas walked to the bed. ‘Since when do you two cuddle?’ Dean chuckled giving Sam a amused look. ‘Whenever we can’ Castiel climbed onto the bed beside you. ‘It is what you do when you are in a relationship’ Castiel told the hunter matter-of-factly not catching Dean’s teasing tone.

Dean’s smirk fell a little when he watched Castiel wrap his arm around you and you turn your body into the Angel. You offered him some popcorn to which he nodded. Taking some in your fingers you reached up and put it between his full lips. He tilted his head back and let it fall into his mouth. He grimaced as he chewed it and you giggled a little. ‘I do not understand why you like it’ Castiel furrowed his eyebrows.

You let out a loud laugh as you looked up at him. He looked down at you and twisted his fingers in your hair. ‘It tastes like molecules’ Castiel informed you for the millionth time. Everything he ate tasted like molecules, yet he still ate the things you loved. He always tried them at least once, just for you. Because the face he made always brought a smile to your face and he loved seeing you smile, especially when he was the cause of it.

You poked him in the side. ‘Everything tastes like molecules to you’ You giggled. A smile graced Castiel's face.  You seen Dean smile out of the corner of your eye as he watched you interact with the angel. ‘Some compositions of molecules I like’ He dipped his head pressing his lips to your in a quick kiss. You smiled sighing happily. You buried your face into his neck fisting his shirt in your hand. ‘Still here’ Dean grunted.

You looked over at him and rolled your eyes. ‘I know that Dean, I would have kissed her for longer if you had not been’ He looked down at you. ‘She does not like kissing in front of you’ You felt your cheeks heat up. How you had ended up with someone like Castiel. You had been a simple college girl before everything had been turned upside down by a witch. She did not like your dorm for some strange reason. The boys had shown up and sorted things out. Two years later you were a hunter yourself.

You had chased down a case in Texas and ran into the boys again. Together you had worked it out and gone to a bar after, where the boys had introduced you to Castiel. You both had hit it off straight away. His weird humour and behaviour made you laugh more than it did the boys. You were more patient with his lack of knowledge with Earth. And Castiel was grateful for it. At the end of the night he had walked you back to your motel, something he had seen once in a movie.

You had given him your number incase he needed anything. He had called you a week later asking for your help again when the boys were in danger. You had prayed to him when you were hurt badly by a demon. He had healed you but insisted on staying by your side for the next few hunts as his grace was not up to full capacity and he wanted to make sure he had healed you properly. From then on you two had been in regular contact.

When the boys got the bunker they had offered you a room when you were passing through. You visited them often and Castiel always dropped by when you did, something you had later found out the Winchesters had orchestrated. They had picked up on Castiel’s strong feelings for you and decided to see where it lead. They had left you both in the bunker for a week alone claiming to be off on a case for that length and refusing help. When you had went to leave for your own case they had taken it.

So you and Castiel spent a week together. You didn’t know why he didn’t leave at the time but you knew now Dean had told him he’d murder him if you didn’t take a week off, so Castiel had stayed to make sure you stayed. You had thought him more about modern technology and he had told you about the history of the world. You had loved hearing about the way it was before humans.

And Castiel had only been happy to tell you. He loved the way you paid attention to him. How you would lean forwards towards him as he spoke. How your eyes would light up when he spoke of something that really sparked your interest. That week was the first time of many he had tried eating something you had loved. He had smiled when you had laughed after he told you it tasted of molecules.

He had listened to you when you had spoke, more than anyone you had met. And he remembered everything you told him. In that week you had fallen in love with him. And he had fallen in love with you.

When the brothers had arrived home Castiel had went straight to Sam. He knew Dean would give him the same useless advice he had given him before they left. Just go for it. But he didn’t exactly know how to do that, which was why he went to Sam.

You were putting your bags into the banged up truck you had the next morning. you were off to a small town further north. It seemed like a simple salt and burn. Castiel had appeared in the garage. He had walked right up to you and asked you straight out if he could kiss you. You had leaned forwards and pulled him down to you.

After that your relationship had progressed. He would try to pop in as much as he could when you were away but you would always come back to the bunker, Castiel insisted on it. He wanted you to have a home, wanted you to have something permanent and safe. So you had obliged. He had taken you to see the Northern lights when he had asked you to be his girlfriend. Something you had agreed to immediately and happily.

You smiled. ‘What about this?’ Sam asked breaking your train of thought. You looked away from Castiel and up at the TV. You nodded not really caring what was playing. Castiel lifted his hand a little as he stroked his knuckle across your cheek. ‘I do not have any objections’ Castiel nodded. Dean grunted beside him as he picked up his beer. ‘I’m just here to get away from research’ He shrugged placing the bottle back on the stand.

Sam hit play and the music filled the room. You turned your body more burying your face into Castiel's neck. He turned his head and nuzzled into your hair, his lips pressing firmly to your scalp. He wrapped his arms around you more firmly and slid down the bed so you were both lying down. You sighed contently turning your head to face the TV.

It had been four hours since you had all sat down. Dean had ordered take away and was gone to collect it. Sam was somewhere else in the bunker and you and Castiel were still tangled up on Sam’s bed. His finger were running through your hair. You had your eyes closed your finger had slipped between the buttons of his shirt and tracing small patterns on the soft skin of his chest.

You sighed the soft smile stuck on your face. ‘I love you Cas’ You breathed out. You knew it was a random thing to say, especially when neither of you had actually said it before. It was always implied but you wanted to say it to him, say it straight out. ‘You don’t have to say anything, I just wanted you to know’ You offered when you felt his fingers still in your hair.

It was silent for a moment before Cas broke it. ‘I love you also Y/n’ His voice sent a shiver down your spine, or maybe it was the words. You opened your eyes and tilted your head back. Castiel was already looking down at you. His eyes shining, the last time you had seen that look the Northern lights had been dancing over your heads.

His bright blue eyes searched your face and his lips pulled back into a smile. Not a small smile either, a smile that showed off his teeth and gums, one that lit up his face and made the sides of his eye crinkle. His fingers tangled in your hair as he leaned down towards you. His eyes drifted closed. You allowed yours to stay open for a moment.

You took in his long lashes that cast shadows on his slightly flushed cheeks. Your eyes closed as he pressed his lips firmly to yours. You hummed content gripping his shirt to pull yourself closer to him. Castiel shifted causing you to roll onto your back. He settled above you his body pressing yours into the soft mattress underneath you.

His lips left yours and trailed along your cheek towards your ear. ‘I love you, more than anything I have witnessed on this Earth’ He whispered in your ear as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your fingers tangled in his dark locks. ‘I did not know if you felt the same’ You felt your heart tighten.

He pressed a kiss just below your ear. ‘Of course I do Cas’ You tugged on his hair and he leaned back. He laid his forehead against yours. ‘How could I not? All the things you do for me, the boys, the world. You’ve fought for us, killed for us, been there for us, healed us. How could I not love you?’ Your eyes searched his for any doubt.

But you found nothing, just pure love and adoration. ‘I thank fate everyday that I met you’ His hot breath fanning across your face as his hand left your hip. He brought it up t your face. His fingers tracing across your cheekbone. ‘You have the brightest soul I’ve ever seen in a human, it glows when I’m here. When I’m close to you, when you know I’m here’ He smiled. ‘And when I told you I loved you, it was the brightest I’ve ever seen it’ You eyes stared bore into his

It always intrigued you when he spoke about souls like that, how he could see them and how he could watch them react to the world around them. ‘Cas’ You breathed before leaning up and pressing your lips against his again. You felt him smile and he pressed his lips firmly against yours. 

His hand cupped your cheek holding you against him. ‘Really? Guys, really?’ Castiel pulled away from you and rolled off you. You sat up and looked towards the door. Sam stood with a smirk on his face. His arms crossed as he leaned against the doorway. 

Dean appeared behind him. He held a large brown bag in his arms. He looked between you and Cas, then his head snapped to his brother. Sam looked at him and you groaned. Dean turned to look into the room an amused expression on his face. ‘Really Cas? Never thought you’d be that adventurous’ He laughed stepping into the room. Sam looked at his brother with a glare before shaking his head. He began to chuckle.

Cas looked at them. ‘We were not about to do anything, I was kissing my girlfriend’ He grumbled as Dean sat down in his chair from earlier. ‘Yah, and we all know where kissing leads to’ You reached across Castiel to smack Deans shoulder. 

He laughed and laid the bag on the bedside table by his empty beer bottles. ‘It’s Sam’s room, nothing was going to happen’ You grumbled feeling yourself flush. Sam dropped onto the bed beside you. ‘Yeah, yeah, sure’ Dean chuckled as he winked down at Castiel.

Castiel sat up straight so quickly you jumped. ‘I am allowed to kiss the woman I love wherever I see fit’ Castiel growled at the hunter and he laid his hand on yours. Dean’s eyes widened slightly and he raised his hand up into the air in surrender. Castiel gave a sharp nod.

Dean handed you and Sam your dinner and took his own from the bag. You all settled back into your old positions. ‘So’ Sam shoved more of the salad into his mouth. ‘The woman you love?’ He raised his eyebrows at Castiel a grin on his face

You groaned and rolled your eyes shoving a frie into your mouth. ‘Yes, the woman I love’ Castiel nodded as if it was no big deal. Dean chuckled. ‘You told her this?’ He looked around his friend to you. You gave him a bitch face. ‘About five minutes before you two interrupted our moment’ You glared at him. Sam apologised while laughing. Dean just let out a booming laugh throwing his head back. ‘Well, if you want to continue, make sure you turn on some music or something’ He joked and Castiel furrowed his eyebrows tilting his head to the side.

You leaned back into Castiel after you had all finished. Sam had started another movie. Castiel leaned down his lips brushing your ear. ‘I love you, and we will continue this later’ He kissed your temple before straightening back up his eyes on the TV. I love you too, and I look forward to it. You prayed to the Angel.

You seen the smile spread across his lips and found yourself smiling as well as you snuggled back into your Angel’s side.

I’m back from my Festival !!!!!!! And was feeling the Cas vibe, hope you enjoy some Cas.

@hungryandbored222

Good Enough - Cas Imagine

Cas x reader

Summary: You and Cas get in a fight.

You whirled around to the angel behind you. ‘Why? Why did I do it?’ You screamed. ‘Because I needed to’ Cas’ face was hard. His lips pinched into a straight line. His eyes narrowed. ‘You were stupid’ He growled. Sam and Dean stood behind him at the motel you were staying at. You seen Dean wince at Cas’ poor choice of words. Sam stepped forwards but Dean grabbed him shaking his head violently.

You stepped closer to him. ‘It was an excellently thought out plan, until YOU-’ You jabbed his chest. ‘-Decided you couldn’t put aside whatever it is that’s going on with you and jump in the way’ You screamed at him. ‘I just had to clean up your mess’ Cas took in a deep breath and glared at you. ‘You were reckless, you could have died’ You rolled your eyes. ‘Yeah, and you couldn’t have, If I got hurt I got hurt, I’ve gotten hurt before Castiel’ You snapped.

He took in a deep breath closing his eyes and you knew he was loosing patience with this argument. It had been going on for almost an hour, since you had left the old warehouse on the opposite side of town. Honestly, you were surprised that Sam and Dean ad put up with you two fighting in the back seat for this long. Especially Dean, you thought he would have snapped by now.

Castiel’s hand reached out and wrapped his hand around your arm. ‘You can not speak like that, your life matters, you can not just do what you want on a hunt’ Castiel scolded you as if he was a parent talking to a child. As f you had just stolen a cookie before dinner, like you weren’t a grown ass woman who had been hunting for all your life. ‘When you hunt that’s what happens, we die die young, we get over it’ You snapped.

You seen Dean tug on Sam’s arm. He pulled him away from the car and towards the motel room. ‘We put our lives in danger to save others, our lives don’t matter if theirs don’t’ Castiel’s hand tightened around your arm, it was almost becoming unbearably tight. You kept the hard look on your face. ‘Then stop, stop hunting’ Your jaw fell slack. Dean stopped by the door.

Both him and Sam looked back at the two of you. Dean’s hand was hovering over the handle of the door. ‘Give it up?’ You let out a laugh. you were on shock. Give up hunting? Hunting was your life. ‘You can do research, but no hunting’ He nodded. He got a satisfied look on his face like he had just figured out the answer to all the world’s problems.

You froze, he was serious, very serious. ‘I’m not giving up hunting Castiel’ You shook your head. His eyes snapped back down to you. ‘Of course you are, I forbid you from hunting. That is the end of this discussion’ He let go of your arm turning around. ‘Woah, woah’ Dean stepped closer to you two intercepting Castiel making him com to a halt.

Yor shock wore off leaving you with a pit of anger in your stomach. Your eyes narrowed at the Angel’s back. Your fingers curled up into fists your nails digging into the palms of your hand. You body tensed. ‘Forbid me?’ You let all the ange pill out in your scream. Sam flinched behind Dean. Dean’s eyes widened when the flicked over Castiel’s shoulder to you. ‘You can not forbid me from hunting, it’s my life’ Castiel turned around slowly. ‘Y/n, you are reckless. You can not hunt it is for the best’ Your mouth dropped.

He couldn’t forbid you from hunting, sure, hunting was dangerous and sometimes you had to take risks, that was a given. But Castiel couldn’t forbid you from hunting, that was ridiculous. ‘You can’t tell me what I can and can not do with my life’ You growled stalking up to him. ‘I can, and I will, if I see you hinting again I will not be so rational’ You scoffed. Rational, Castiel was being the opposite of rational. He was forbidding you from hunting for crying out loud, that wa the furthest thing from rational you could think of.

He nodded taking your fuming silence for agreement. ‘You will not hunt again’ He clarified. He was using that I am an Angel of the Lord voice. The one he used when he was confronted with a demon or someone who needed to be ordered around. ‘You are too reckless, it puts your life in danger and others around you. Right now, you are not meant to hunt’ Dean took in a sharp deep breath behind Castiel.

Sam visibly flinched and began to rush forwards. Not meant to hunt? Did he really just say that to you? That you weren’t meant to do something you’d been trained to do since you were little. You weren’t meant to follow in your Mother’s footsteps? Before you could help it your hand snapped out. Castiel stumbled slightly from the blow to his face. ‘How dare you’ You screamed. If you had been in a comic there would be steam coming out of your ears right now. ‘You absolute asshole, like you know anything about hunting. You’re a stuck up stupid ass Angel, you pretentious prick’ Castiel looked back at you.

His hand went to his cheek gingerly touching the spot you had struck. Dean’s eyes were wide, his jaw slack watching you. Never since he had known you had he seen you this angry. And he’d known you for years, he had been there when your Father was killed by a witch. You had called him for back up when you went to gank her. And not even then had he seen you this angry, it was just spite and hatred that had shone through then. And a desire for revenge. This time was different, Castiel had struck a nerve, and he’d definitely hurt your feelings.

Castiel opened his mouth to speak. ‘No’ You snarled. ‘Don’t even try’ You shook your head. You turned stalking away from the three men. ‘Y/n’ You heard Sam’s voice call. ‘Wait’ You waved at him over your shoulder as you turned out of the motel stomping down the road.

You watched as the whiskey twirled in the glass. All your anger had disappeared by now, you had been sitting in this small bar for over three hours. Now you only felt hurt if you were honest.

Was that really what Cas thought of you? Did he really think you weren’t good enough to be a hunter? It was all you knew, you had barely went to school. You were thought lore instead of chemistry, how to take apart and put back together a gun instead of how to write an essay.

Hunting was everything in your life, it was your life. Without it you didn’t have anything. Hunting was in your blood, it was what your family had done for generations. There was nothing else, only hunting. And seemingly you weren’t good enough for it, you weren’t good enough to be a hunter. You sighed closing your eyes.

But that wasn’t what really hurt you, what hurt you was that it came from Castiel. The man you had admired since you had met thought you weren’t good enough. You were a researcher to him, not good enough to go out, to fight, to hunt. He seem you as someone weak, someone who should be left at home like a child. You hadn’t seen left at home since you were 11 years old.

You always knew you weren’t as good as the brothers, you never moved as in tune with them as they moved with each other. You always stuck out like a sore thumb with them. Even Castiel fit in better with them, he was better at this than you, true he had Angel powers on you but he was still more in tune with the boys. You didn’t work with people, you never worked with other hunters. The boys were the first people you’d worked with since your Father.

Maybe you just weren’t good enough for them, you were probably better off on your own. That way if you screwed up you wouldn’t bring the boys down with you. Castiel wouldn’t have to jump in front of you. He wouldn’t have to try and help you. Maybe you were reckless, maybe you shouldn’t work with people. You were a good enough hunter on your own, just not with others.

You felt someone sit beside you. ‘What’s a girl like you doing here alone?’ A deep voice asked as its owner leaned closer to you. ‘Trying to get some alone time’ You answered. ‘That’s a hard drink for such a little woman’ You turned your head looking up at him. He was pretty, you’d give him that. ‘Look, I appreciate it and all but seriously I just want to be left alone’ You told him. You weren’t in the mood for this.

You downed the rest of the whiskey and held up the glass. The bartender nodded at you and you slid it to the other side of the bar. ‘Anything you want to talk about?’ The man beside you had righted himself. He was sitting in the stool properly his body facing forwards. He cradled a beer in his hands. ‘Not exactly’ You shook your head and thanked the bartender as he filled your glass again sliding it back to you. ‘Fight with a boyfriend?’ He asked.

You sighed closing your eyes. You took a deep breath and opened your eyes turning your head towards him. You were ready to go off at him but when your eyes landed on his face your words caught in your throat. His expression as only filled with concern and interest. ‘A friend’ You shrugged taking a gulp from your glass. ‘A fight with a friend, he thinking I can’t do my job properly, I’m too reckless’ You didn’t look at him as you told him but stared at your glass.

He sat silent for a moment. ‘What is it you do?’ He asked. ‘FBI’ You told him without missing a beat, it’s what you told all of them. The guys you met in bars, you were always FBI or a journalist or something along those lines. ‘FBI isn’t a job I associated with reckless’ You looked up from your glass to find him smiling at you. ‘It is when it involves saving someone’s life’ He nodded understandingly. ‘Joe’ He held out his hand to you. ‘Y/n’ You took his hand in yours.

You threw another bag in the boot. ‘Hey' You looked up to see Joe walking from your motel room. You smiled at him closing the trunk of the banged up old car. ‘Leaving so soon?’ He smirked. You nodded. You had gotten talking to him after he had approached you, you had told him about your fight with Castiel and had gotten talking. You had both drank a little too much and ended up in your motel room. ‘Duty calls’ You shrugged. He nodded. ‘It was nice talking to you, thank you for the night’ He smiled down at you. ‘You’re welcome’ He leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You smiled watching him as he strode from the lot. Just as he was leaving Sam came jogging in by him. You groaned. Joe turned and gave you one last wave, you waved back at him. Sam’s eyes fell on you and he glanced between the two of you. He jogged over to you.

He stopped beside you panting and sweaty. He raised an eyebrow at you. ‘You not coming with us?’ He asked. You shook your head leaning on the car. ‘I think it’s time that I got back out there you know?’ He furrowed his eyebrow. ‘Is this about Cas last night?’ He leaned against the trunk beside you. ‘I don’t work well with you guys, I know that. I’ve known that from the beginning’ You shrugged pushing yourself up. ‘I work better on my own’ You felt his hand wrap around your arm. 

You turned and looked up at the lovable giant. ‘Cas was worried, he cares about you. Sure he over reacted but it’s just because he was worried about you’ Sam’s face was soft and open. ‘He can’t heal you now without everything,he’s just worried’ You sighed and pulled away from him shaking your head. ‘Sam, I put you guys in danger, it’s fine.Like I said, I work better on my own’ He strode around you. He slammed his hand on the door when you took the handle in your hand keeping it from opening.

You glared up with him. ‘Hey’ He smiled down at you. ‘Y/n’ He sighed and you narrowed your eyes at him. ‘At least have breakfast with us’ You shook your head. It was bad enough that Sam had caught you about to leave. With the way Castiel had reacted yesterday you didn’t want to see him before you left. Who knows how he would react to you wanting to go on your own. ‘We won’t make you stay Y/n’ Sam leaned down a little. ‘Dean and Cas will want to say goodbye, you can’t sneak off’ You sighed and nodded.

You followed Sam back to the room. ‘I was going to text you know, I just didn’t want to deal with Cas going off on me’ Sam nodded understandingly opening the door. ‘He doesn’t think I’m good enough to hunt with you he definitely will freak out if he knew I was going off on my own’ You explained stepping into the room and Sam stepped in behind you.

He looked over your shoulder and you tensed. ‘You wanted to leave?’ You closed your eyes at the deep voice coming from the corner of the room. Sam patted your shoulder. He had planned this, that much was obvious. ‘I need a shower, Dean’s out for breakfast’ You opened your eyes to see him walking across the room towards the bathroom. He gave you a smile before shutting and locking the door.

You looked back at Castiel. He was looking at you with a frown, his eyes squinted and head tilted. You sighed and began walking towards him. You pulled out the chair across from him and sat down on it. ‘Yes, I was going to leave. It’s for the best’ You told him. His frown got deeper at your words. ‘You can not leave’ He grumbled. ‘Why because I’m not a good enough hunter to go out on my own? Because I should be in here reading while everyone else is out there risking their lives? Because I’m not good enough to hunt with you?’ You snapped at him and crossed your arms.

His brows unfurrowed and shot up. ‘Why would you not be good enough? You’re an excellent hunter’ Castiel breathed. You looked away from his face. Your eyes fell on Sam’s laptop. ‘Is this because of what I said yesterday? I was going to apologise today, I did not mean what I said to you. I do not know why I said those things’ You remained silent not wanting to speak to him. ‘I realised I was wrong for saying those things the moment you struck me. I did not mean to doubt your abilities’ You bit your lip and looked down at your fingers as they picked as your hoodie. ‘I shouldn’t have hit you regardless, I apologised’ You said coldly, your voice a monotone. You did feel bad for hitting him and you regretted it but you weren’t going to let yourself get invested.

You heard Castiel sigh. ‘Please don’t use that tone with me Y/n. I did not mean anything I said. I-I do not know what was wrong with me. I just acted on the feelings I had’ That got your attention. Castiel was always so stiff, sure he expressed feelings but for him to admit it straight out like that was odd. You looked up at him.

He was still staring at you. ‘What feelings?’ Castiel pursed his lips and blinked slowly. ‘I was afraid, I could have lost. I did not think you had intercepted that knife. I thought you were hurt. I panicked and then I realised you were okay. I was relieved, even happy. But I realised it was easy to lose you. One false move on a hunt and I could lose you’ He paused for a second and you could feel your resolve melting. ‘I was worried I was going to lose you, I do not want to have to watch you die and hunters die’ Castiel confessed. You felt your eyes well up slightly.

You stood quickly and walked around the table. You bent and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. He tensed but you kept holding him. ‘You won’t lose me Cas. Okay you might’ You whispered ‘But I’ll go out helping someone and doing what I need to do, what I love doing. I’ll go out fighting and with a gun in my hand’ You let go of him and stood up straight. He looked up at you his eyes wide. ‘I’ll go out the way I should go out’ He nodded.

You smiled slightly. ‘You are good enough. You are the best hunter I have ever seen. The Winchesters are not even as good as you. I believed if I kept you doing research I could keep you alive longer’ Castiel stood and now it was you looking up at him. ‘I worry for you. I over reacted. I am sorry. you are good enough to hunt you are an amazing hunter. I do not know how I can to assure you of that fact’ Castiel reached out hesitantly.

His hand hovered over your shoulder for a second before he turned his hand and softly placed it on your cheek. He leaned forwards and pressed his lips to your forehead. It was an action that allowed you to close your eyes and shivered slightly. You smiled.

Castiel pulled his soft lips from your forehead, but only an inch so you could still feel his warm breath on your skin. ‘Stay and I will tell you everyday how good you are, I will make take away your doubts that you are not enough. You will always be enough’ Castiel promised. ‘I’ll stay’ You breathed and wrapped your arms around his torso pulling him into a hug he responded to this time.

@lilacs-lavender

Hired Gun - Dean Winchester Imagine

Dean x reader

Summary: The FBI roll up into town after a few people die, you take a liking to the smaller Agent.

You lounged on the seat in the back of the shop. You had the TV on and a packet of chips beside you. The bell sounded at the front of the shop. You pushed yourself from the plush cushions. You walked towards the door-shaped hole in the wall. It had a beaded curtain covering it so customers couldn’t see into the back. 

The little shop was owned by you and your family. You owned most of the block, your sister owner the diner next door, and your brother owned the club at the end of the street. It was cosy and small but it was exactly what you needed.

You pushed the bead aside. Your eyes landed on two men making their way towards the counter that was between you and the rest of the store. They were both tall, probably above 6 foot. Although one was extremely tall. He wore a suit and a dark tie, his hair was long, coming to below his ears. He was well built and he was very handsome.

But it was the smaller man who caught your attention. He was broad, his physic obvious under the dark cheap suit. He walked with purpose on those long muscular legs. But it was his face that was perfection. He had full pink lips, a killer jawline  His light brown hair messy on his head but neatly cut. And those eyes, those bright green eyes you could get lost in.

They both stopped in front of the counter and you had to look up at them. They had to be the most beautiful men you had ever met. ‘Agent Gabriel, Agent Collins’ The shorter said pulling out a badge. Your eyes ran over every detail on it before he sucked it away again. ‘FBI’ He had a deep gravelly voice to go along with the perfect face and it made you smile. ‘And what can I do for you boys?’ You asked them leaning forwards onto the counter. You seen the smaller smile a little his eyes dropping for a split second from your face.

The taller one cleared his throat and you took your eyes from him and looked at his partner. Your eyes roamed their bodies. ‘We’re investigating the deaths in town and heard you might know something’ You shrugged at him. ‘I know a lot of thing about a lot of things for those who know the right questions to ask’ You smirked and he gave you a slight bitch face. ‘You know anything about the deaths?’ The smaller one got straight to the point.

You pursed your lips. ‘I knew them, good guys. Regulars at the dinner next door, wives are regulars in here. That’s about as much as I know’ You leaned back off the counter surveying them. They shared a glance. ‘You don’t remember anything suspicious about them? Any way they were acting before they died?’ The taller one quizzed not letting up. 

You sighed nodding. That perked their attention. ‘They were off yeah, usually nice guys. Turned into assholes overnight. Like they had no conscience’ You watched as they exchanged another look, as if they were communicating silently, having a full conversation with their eyes. ‘Like they’d lost every shred of sense of right and wrong they ever had, as if they didn’t have a soul’ You muttered.

Both their heads snapped towards you. ‘Excuse me?’ The taller one raised one eyebrow his head tilting slightly. The smaller one leaned forwards. ‘Did you say didn’t have a soul?’ He asked his eyes narrowing. You nodded. ‘You know, they did horrible things, didn’t care. Didn’t have a soul. It’s an expression down here boys’ You watched as the spark drained from them a little and they went back to the professional persona.

The shorter one cleared his throat and looked at his partner. ‘Well, I think that’s all we needed’ He looked back at you a smile on his face. ‘Thank you for your help’ He nodded. The taller one nodded thanking you as well. They turned and you watched them leave. You took a deep breath.

This was it, the moment you had been waiting for. ‘You two ain’t FBI are you? Those badges are fake’ You watched as they stopped. Their muscles tense and they shared a look as they turned. The shorter one had his hand on his back, a gun. And the taller was glaring at you suspiciously. That was all the answer you needed.

Bingo.

You smiled at them. ‘You two are Hunters’ You concluded for them. Then the short one pulled out his gun. He pointed it at you. ‘How’d you know that?’ He asked. You held up your hands in surrender. ‘I’ve met your kind before’ You told him. ‘Dean’ His partner reached out putting his hand on his arm. Dean lowered the gun but still stood ready. ‘I got you with that no soul thing. It was the proof I needed’ You explained.

The taller one nodded. ‘You want to explain how you know all this?’ You lowered your hands. ‘Turn the sign on the door’ You nodded to the open/close sign on the door. ‘Lock it and come into the back. I’ll explain everything, it’s about time you guys got here’ You turned and walked back through the curtain again.

It took them a few minutes to come through. You were sitting back on the sofa. You motioned to the chairs. The taller one took the armchair while Dean was left to sit beside you. ‘Explain’ He laid his gun on his lap. You closed your eyes leaning forwards. ‘You guys every heard of souleaters?’ You opened your eyes to see a confused look between them. ‘Hold up’ Your eyes widened. ‘You two, you’re the Winchesters’ Dean’s eyes narrow. ‘Sam and Dean’ You let out a laugh.

It would be just your luck you’d end up with the Winchesters working this case, they weren’t known to be very understanding to monsters. ‘Yes, we’re the Winchesters’ Sam gave Dean a glare as he confirmed your suspicions. ‘And we’ve never heard anything about any souleaters’ You nodded shrugging one shoulder. ‘Makes sense, we try to stay well off Hunter’s radars. Makes for a much easier and less stressful life’ Sam leaned forwards in his chair looking suspicious.

He narrowed his eyes and his body tensed to strike. ‘We?’ You nodded. All of a sudden Dean was on his feet. He had the gun pointed at your head. Sam was too reaching behind him to grab his own, which was in turn pointed at you as well. You leaned back in the chair holding your hands up. ‘Woah, woah. I ain’t gonna hurt you guys, I’m here to help. Put down the guns. I’ll tell you what’s going on’ You rushed your eyes widened. You groaned internally. Looks like you were going to have to take the fall for this one

Dean jerked his gun. ‘How about you just tell us now?’ You felt your heart begin to pound in your chest. He glared at you. You looked between the two of them frantically. Dean’s face was hard, a glare etched onto every perfect feature. Sam’s on the other hand was a little softer, and confusion written in his eyes. ‘Dean’ He lowered his gun. ‘Maybe we should give her a chance to explain’ Sam looked away from you to his brother.

You looked at him too. ‘She’s a monster Sam, she’s been taking people’s souls’ You shook your head frantically. ‘No, no I haven’t It’s not me’ He raised a brow. ‘I promise, I didn’t do that to those men, but I know who did and I can tell you how to kill them’ Dean watched you for a moment before lowering his gun. ‘Alright, talk’ He snapped.

You let out a long breath your body slumping. ‘Well, it’s another one of my kind, a soul-eater. She’s taking their whole soul. We’re not supposed to do that’ Sam was the first to sit down. When Dean looked at him he gave him a hard pointed look. Dean sighed loudly and sat back down. ‘We only take some of it, the bad bits it keeps us going. Like vamps and blood. If we take little bits from a lot of people we can get by, without attracting attention’ Sam nodded. ‘And someone’s started taking whole souls?’ You nodded.

Thank God he was starting to relax a little, even though Dean wasn’t. He was still looking at you as if you were evil. ‘Yeah, we’ve been waiting for you guys to show up and take her out. She broke the pact, we need her gone before she brings you guys down on all of us’ Dean furrowed his brows and shook his head. ‘Why can’t you just kill her? Why wait for us?’ You bit your lip.

You body slumped. ‘Our kind can’t kill our kind, the souls inside of us protect us, they deter us from killing one another. We need you to do it. I was hoping you’d come here first’ Dean nodded and shrugged. ‘So we’re a hired gun for you guys. ‘He furrowed his eyebrows. ‘Alright who is it?’ You took a moment to compose yourself and you gulped. ‘My sister’ You whispered.

Both of the boys went tense. They shared a quick glance. Dean leaned closer to you. ‘Your sister?’ You nodded slowly. ‘She owns the dinner next door, her. She’s been doing it’ You almost let yourself well up. But you couldn’t, she had brought this on herself. She had broken the rules, she was putting you all in danger. Yet she was still your sister.

Dean leaned back closing his eyes and ran a hand over his face. ‘You want us to kill your sister?’ Sam asked, his voice was hesitant and it sounded like he didn’t quite believe what he was hearing. You fiddled with your thumbs. ‘No, I don’t want you to’ You shrugged. ‘But you have to, before she gets us all killed. This is how we’ve survived so long. We don’t draw attention to ourselves’ Sam nodded.

Dean groaned. ‘Alright, how do we kill her?’ You stood and walked over to the cabinet the TV was resting on. You opened the doors and squatted down. There was an old wooden block in the back with some markings on it. Yu reached in taking it out. standing you turned and placed it on the coffee table. You rested your palm on the top. 

The markings began to glow a faint red and the block shifted slightly so there was a crack. You pulled back your hand. ‘It only opens for one of us, the markings mean it will only open for someone with more than one soul inside of them’ You opened the lid. Inside lay a long sharp dagger. The handle made of iron with marking very like the one on the box it was kept in. There was two ruins on either side of the silver blade.

You reached in and took it out of the box. ‘Stab her in the heart’ You told them as you held it out to Sam. ‘Please bring it back’ You whispered. He took it gingerly from you. ‘It’s only one of few ever made, every tribe has one, that’s ours’ You explained. He looked up from the blade that he somehow made look small and nodded. ‘She should be in the dinner until 9 tonight, she gets off work and leaves through the back into the alleyway before walking down to her apartment on Cove Street. You’ll have to get her between there and her house’ You told them as they listened carefully to your every word. ‘You’ll have to kill her husband too if you don’t’ You closed the lid of the box before turning and putting it back into the cabinet. ‘It’s only 5, you’re welcome to wait here’ You told them turning a tear running down your cheek.

You walked back into the back of the shop. The boys had settled on the sofa. Sam looked up at you giving you a small smile. ‘I just seen my brother go into the dinner, Elissa should be leaving soon’  You told them as you went over to the small kitchen taking a glass from the press. You reached over grabbing the bourbon. ‘Are you sure you want us to do this?’ You looked at Dean as he stood. He had a sad look on his face as he walked towards you. ‘We have tried to talk to her, she won’t listen. It has to be done’ You nodded downing the bourbon in the glass.

Dean’s hand landed on your shoulder and he squeezed. It was then that you noticed you were alone with him. Sam had gone to the front of the shop to watch the dinner more than likely. ‘Be careful, she’s a fiery one’ You told him. He nodded. ‘Dean, we should go’ Sam’s head popped through the curtains. Dean nodded not taking his eyes from you. He turned and picked up the dagger before you closed your eyes listening to the two of them leave.

It was almost an hour later and you were pacing the back of the shop. They should have been back by now, unless your Elissa had gotten the best of them. If she had she would know you had sent them, that wouldn’t end well. You closed your eyes letting the tears roll down your face. Either way you were losing a sister, she was dead or your entire family was dead, she’d have you all killed.

You jumped when there was a knock on the back door. You rushed for it, freezing when you realised it could be her. ‘Y/n’ A deep voice called through the door. ‘It’s me, Dean’ You let out a long breath as you unlocked the door and pushed it open. He stood his shirt covered in blood. You eyes widened your hand going to your mouth. ‘It’s not mine’ He reached out holding the dagger out to you.

You gulped as tears began to roll faster down your face. ‘S-shes dead?’ Your voice was muffled by your hand. Dean nodded slowly. You closed your eyes a sob shaking your body. You were surprised when you felt arms wrap around you. Dean pulled you into his chest his hand stroking your hair. ‘It’s okay, it’s okay Y/n’ He cooed as he held you.

You pulled away from him and took the dagger. ‘Wheres Sam?’ You stepped away wiping your tears from your face. ‘He went back to the Motel’ You nodded as he stepped inside. ‘Are you okay? You just lost your sister tonight’ He asked as you closed the door behind him. ‘It wouldn’t be the first one I lost’ You laid the dagger by the sink and grabbed the bourbon. ‘You want a drink?’ Dean nodded. ‘There’s a spare top in the box by the chair Dean’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘It’s my brothers’ You explained pouring out two glasses.

You watched him strip off the shirt your eyes roaming his body. ‘Having second thought about giving me a top?’ He smirked, you walked towards him holding out the glass to him. ‘Having thoughts about you not in any clothes at all’ You teased. His eyebrows shot up his eyes widening. ‘I’m only kidding Dean’ He nodded reaching out and took the glass from your and. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. You sat on the sofa watching him.

He rolled his shoulders and you watched the muscles in his back roll under the tanned skin. He dropped back onto the seat without his shirt. He downed the amber liquid in the glass leaning forwards putting it on the table. ‘If you weren’t’ He turned to you looking you straight in the eyes. ‘I don’t think I’d have a problem with it’ He gave you a sly smirk.

You downed the rest of your drink and put the glass on the table. Turning you met his bright green eyes again. You leaned forwards and pressed your lips to his. He grunted and wrapped his arms around you pulling you closer to him. You shifted and threw your leg over his lap straddling him. His hand slid down to your ass pulling your body flush against his.

You smiled remembering that night, it was almost a year ago last week. That was the night you lost something important in your life, but gained something else. You flicked your wrist again and the toy shook in your hand. Your three month old girl giggled in her crib. She reached up grabbing at the toy. She was the light in your life. Your little Ellie Mary Y/l/n. You handed her the toy. ‘You have your father's eyes Ellie’ You leaned on the crib.

You booped her little nose as her bright green eyes landed on you and she giggled again.

@lilacs-lavender

Castiel Meets Your Family

You took in a deep breath standing on the porch. ‘Just be yourself, they’ll love you’ You turned to the Angel. He had his hands curled up into fists and his posture tense and straight. You reached out placing your hand on his cheek. The stubble on his face scratching your palm, you loved the burn of it on your skin. He took his eyes from the door behind you the bright blue orbs landing on you and you smiled at him.

He nodded curtly. ‘Cas,relax, deep breath’ You whispered. You leaned up and pressed your lips to your boyfriends. He leaned into you and then suddenly pulled away from you. ‘We-’ He shook his head stepping away from you. ‘We should not engage in contact like that while around your family, they make believe I am not invested in you in any other way’ You bit your lip to prevent the smile from spreading across your face. ‘Alright Angel’ You nodded.

You turned back to the door and knocked. You heard a few shouts from inside the house before hearing footsteps coming towards the door. You could feel the nerves radiating off Castiel behind you. You looked over your shoulder to see him shifting nervously. You reached back and took his hand in yours.

Castiel opened his mouth his eyes widening but he was cut off by the door in front of you opening. You looked back to see your mother's face smiling at you. ‘Mom’ You beamed. You squeezed Cas’ hand before stepping forwards pulling your Mother into a hug. She patted your back. ‘And who’s this delightful young man?’ She pulled away from you.

Cas held his hand out. ‘Castiel, Ma’am’ He smiled tightly. ‘Oh, Castiel. Y/n has told me a lot about you. Pleasure’ She took his hand in hers shaking it. He nodded and you blushed a little remembering the things you had told her, all the rants about how amazing he was. ‘Come in, your brother is already here’ She motioned for you to come in.

You followed her into the house. Your Father was waiting in the hallway. ‘Evening kiddo’ He said but his eyes were on Cas glaring at him. ‘Hey Daddy’ You put on the cutesy voice. He looked down at you and smiled widely. You walked over to him and he pulled you in for a quick hug pressing a kiss to the top of your head. ‘Daddy, this is Castiel, my boyfriend’ You stepped back holding out your hand to Cas.

Castiel quickly walked over to you. ‘Sir, your daughter has told me much about you. It is a pleasure to finally meet you’ Castiel held out his hand. Your father looked Cas up and down. ‘Castiel’ Your father gripped his hand. ‘So you’re the Angel my daughter is seeing, I expected you to be bigger, you sure you can protect her?’ Your eyes widened. ‘Dad’ You snarled reaching out slapping him. ‘This is merely a vessel Sir, my strength is adequate enough to protect Y/n,although she does make it hard’ You groaned.

But you smiled when your Father let out a loud laugh. ‘Ain’t that true, you should have seen her as a teenager’ He clapped Castiel on the shoulder before dragging him away. ‘Well Dad likes your new boyfriend’ Your brother appeared behind you wrapping his arms around your neck dragging at you. You turned punching him in the stomach softly to get him off you.

You walked into the dining room to find them already sitting at the table. The food was out already. ‘Woah Mom’ You sat beside Castiel as your father grilled him. ‘How did you two meet?’ You bit your lip. ‘I tried to kill him’ You shrugged. ‘She failed’ Castiel clarified. ‘Thankfully’ You began to load your plate with food. Castiel leaned forwards taking a few things. You leaned over. ‘You don’t need to’ You whispered so none of the rest of them would hear. ‘It would be impolite not to’ He told you and you rolled your eyes.

Your Dad watched Castiel eat. ‘This is very good’ Castiel told your Mother. You held in a laugh knowing he couldn’t taste it at all. ‘Thank you’ Your Mother beamed at the compliment. ‘You hurt her when she tried to kill you?’ Your father asked. You shook your head straight away. ‘Pinned me against the wall with his grace, he didn’t hurt me Dad’ You shoved some mash into your mouth. ‘I would never hurt her sir, I was taken with her from the moment I seen her, she has a very unique soul’ You ducked your head your face going red from his words.

You father nodded in approval. ‘Well Castiel tell us about you’ Cas shrugged. ‘I’m an Angel, I am very old. I am here to protect humans’ He stopped. ‘I like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches’ He smiled looking at your father. Your Dad let out a loud laugh. ‘Me too’ He nodded at Cas. ‘You should try my wife’s one’s son, they’re the best’ You seen Castiel’s eyes widen a little. You reached across and squeezed his thigh. He looked down at you and smiled slightly.

After dinner your niece and Castiel sat on the couch. She was chatting his ear off about dolphins and he was telling her things she didn’t know. ‘She seems to like him’ You Mom smiled looking at them as you both washed up. ‘Dad does too, thank God. He told me if I dated a hunter he’d kill him’ Your Mom laughed nodding at you. ‘But Castiel is an Angel’ You shrugged putting away the last cup.

Your niece giggled loudly in the next room and fell back onto the seat. Castiel smiled widely at her reaction showing off his teeth and gums, his eyes crinkling.’Dad’s had some bad times with Angels’ Your Mother nodded at your words. ‘But Castiel is good’ She kissed your forehead walking back into the room.

Your brother sat beside Castiel and smiled at him. Your niece smiled at her Dad and jumped over Cas to him. You walked over to the seat and sat down beside Cas. ‘Daddy, Castiel told me about how God made Dolphins. How did he make kittens?’ She looked back at Castiel with wide interested eyes Your brother laughed. ‘I think Castiel had told you enough now, we need to get home and get you to bed’ You reached out and took Castiel’s hand in yours.

He squeezed your hand pulling it onto his lap. You smiled at him but he was watching your brother interact with his daughter as she sulked. ‘Next time I see you I’ll tell you all about kittens’ Castiel reached out tucking her hair behind her ears. She looked up at him with a smile. ‘You promise?’ Castiel nodded and she smiled wider. Your brother stood and nodded at Cas. ‘Can I talk to you?’ He asked nodding to the hallway.

Castiel looked at you and you smiled reassuringly. He stood following your brother into the hallway. ‘He’s a good kid, well, man, angel, whatever. He’s good’ Your Dad sat opposite you and you nodded. ‘He’s saved my life more times than I can count. He’s the best Dad’ He smiled and leaned back in his seat. ‘I’m glad you finally found someone kiddo, even if he is mixed up in this whole world. He’s strong you’ll be fine’ You leaned forwards and pressed a kiss to his cheek. ‘Thank you Daddy’ He ruffled your hair with a laugh.

You walked out into the hallway saying goodbye to your Mom and Dad. Your brother was still standing there with Cas. ‘And whatever you do, don’t go off with another woman, she will break every bone in your body’ He was leaning on the doorway. ‘Why would I go with another woman? I love Y/n, she’s the only woman I want’ Castiel tilted his head furrowing his eyebrows. ‘Just a warning Cas’ Your brother clapped Cas on the shoulder. ‘See you guys later’ He waved at you as he walked to the door.

You sat in the car driving back to the motel you were staying at. ‘They liked you’ You looked over at him as he drove. He had a large grin on his face. ‘They did, I can not believe they liked me’ You giggled as you leaned across the car pressing a kiss to his cheek. ‘They know how much I love you’ You breathed. He turned looking at you. ‘I love you’ He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before looking back at the road. 

You reached out taking his hand in yours. He squeezed yours. ‘Thank you for meeting them, I know how nervous you must have been, you’re amazing’ Cas smiled still watching the road. ‘Anything for the woman I love’ He smiled. ‘And I do love you Y/n’ You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you looked back out the window at the passing houses. Tonight worked out a lot better than you thought it would.