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Hesitant Green Eyes ( Rescue Mission pt2, DeanxReader)

Part I

A/N: Guys this is a supernatural imagine/one shot. i have inspiration.. so yah. Also i’d like to say thank you to Winchesterimagine for following this blog!.Please dont spoil spn for me.. im only up to the second episode of season four.. im slow.

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pairing; ReaderxDean

Warnings: swearing,maybe smut.., mentions of a praise kink?  , and i don’t know what else

*THIS IS SET AFTER THE EPISODE IN SEASON TWO WITH THE DJINN. IT’S NOT AN ACTUAL EPISODE, THIS COMPLETELY FROM MY IMAGINATION. THE WINCHESTERS AND BOBBY BELONG TO THE CREATORS OF SPN.*

After those words had spilled from Dean’s mouth, he left. He and Sam still camped out at Bobby’s but you rarely saw them. 

Today was a good day, you felt normal again. You felt healed and you should after a week of resting. Your mind never rested though, Dean was occupying it. 

You woke from your peaceful sleep by a thudding against the bedroom door. A groan slipped from your lips as you rolled over and tried to muffle the sound with one of the many pillows on the bed. You shoved the cream coloured, decorative, pillow over your head and closed your eyes again. 

Unfortunately, whoever it was didn’t get the hint. You heard the feet scuffing along the wood floors, getting closer to the bed. After a small peak out of the pillow, you saw the long, messy, brown hair and instantly knew who it was, Sammy. 

You grunted and launched the pillow in his direction, Causing a soft thud and a chuckle to sound through the room. 

“Y/N, get up. I’m taking you to breakfast” Sam said gently as he slowly inched his hand toward your shoulder, his long fingers splaying across your skin. 

You grumbled and lifted your head, your hair falling in your face as you glare up at Sam.

“You never take me for breakfast,Sam.” You groaned, your voice scratchy. “What gives?” 

Sam just shrugged, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile. “Can’t I do something nice for once?” He flicked your forehead as you sat up, keeping the bed sheet clutched around your body.

You brushed your Y/C/H from your face and rubbed your eyes, ridding them of sleep. You looked up at Sam and smiled gratefully. 

“Thank you, Sam.” You leant up and pressed a kiss to his cheek bone. “Let me just get ready..” 

You internally laughed as Sam took in the way you had the sheet clutched to your body, hiding your skin from him. A deep blush rose up his neck as he stuttered slightly to explain himself.

“I-I um, Y/N I didn’t realize that you were.. uh” Sam blinked rapidly as he backed away from your bed.

A laugh fell from your lips as he quickly left the room, leaving you to yourself. You quickly grabbed your robe and slipped it on. You grabbed the necessities and made your way to the bathroom, glancing at the guest room door with a small frown. You missed Dean. 

Shower time was thinking time. You thought about the countless times you had hunted with the boys, with Dean.. You wanted to speak to him but you didn’t know how. Your feelings for Dean had developed from a crush to full blown love. 

You closed your eyes as you massaged the shampoo into your hair and scalp. Your mind was filled with those green eyes, his green eyes. The way they watched you when you cleant your guns, the way he looked at you proudly when you sassed somebody, when you got something right. The way he praised you and looked at you made you want be good for him, just for Dean. Most of all, you wanted Dean to look at you like he looked at pie. 

You let out a slight squeal as someone opened the bathroom door, you were thankful for the frosted glass of the shower. You could just about make out a pair of bow legs and broad shoulders, the short hair was a give-away. 

“Dean!” You gasped, “Get out!” A deep chuckle echoed through the bathroom.

“Sorry, Y/N/N. I didn’t know you were in here” Dean laughed but didn’t leave.

He began to brush his teeth, using his free hand to rub the steam off the mirror. You listened for a few seconds, trying to hear if he left or not. Dean was looking in the mirror at the shower, your silhouette visible through the frosted glass. His pupils dilated as he looked at the curves where your waist went to your hips. 

Dean was caught off guard when you opened the shower door and peeked your head out. He pretended to look at his teeth in the mirror. 

“Dean, if you’re not going to get out, can you pass me the towel?” You asked quietly.

Dean inhaled sharply and turned around, “Not a please?” He grinned and reached out to grab the soft, brown towel.

A dark blush coated your cheeks as you felt his eyes follow a water droplet that travelled down your neck. 

Your voice came out as a whisper, “Please, Dean” You breathed.

Dean raised an eyebrow and outstretched his hand toward you. “Good girl,” He praised as you took the towel, noticing how your eyes darkened slightly. “Wouldn’t wanna forget manners” He winked and turned to exit the bathroom.

You leant against the tiled wall next to you, your breathing shallow. “ Oh my god..” You mumbled quietly. 

You sighed and wrapped the towel around you before stepping out of the shower. You looked at yourself in the mirror and ran your fingertips over the jagged scar on your left collar bone. You had gotten it on your first hunt, you just didn’t move quick enough. It messed with your self esteem allot. Always poked out of your shirts. 

You sighed and began to brush your teeth, one hand holding the towel tightly. You nodded to yourself and creaked open the bathroom door. You sprinted to your own room, ignoring the raised eyebrow you got from Dean. You dressed quickly in dark blue jeans, brown boots, a white polo shirt. 

Humming, You left your room with your leather jacket in your hands. You walked into Bobby’s dining room and kissed his cheek.

“Morning Bobby, Where’s Sammy?” You asked quietly as you sat yourself next to Dean. 

Bobby looked up from his paper and smiled, “He’s gettin’ ready, Darlin’” He mumbled before turning back to the article he was reading. 

Dean glanced at you, briefly looking up from his research. “Y/N, can you bring me back some pie?”

You nodded, hiding the brush that rose on your cheeks as you recalled the scene in the bathroom.

The corner of his lips turned to a smirk, his eyes catching your blush. He knew.

A sigh of relief left your lips when Sam entered the room. You abruptly shot up from your seat next to dean and bolted for the door. Sam’s eyebrow were raised in question as he followed. Once the two of you were seated comfortably in the Impala, Sam turned to you with a smirk.

“What is going on with you and my brother?” He questioned, his smirk only grew when you stumbled over your words.

Leaning back against the seat, you inwardly groaned.You knew there was a reason why Sam wanted to get you breakfast. It wasn’t out of the goodness of his heart at all. 

“Sam.. Nothing is going on..” You mumbled quietly. “There never will be” 

Sam quickly glanced to you in realization. “You like him?” Sam pulled over to the side of the road and shut off the engine. “Tell him” 

Your eyes widened as you stared at Sam as if he had three heads.”And get knocked down? Sam, he’s not the girlfriend type, okay..” You looked down at your hands, feeling your throat close slightly.

“ Y/N, He told me what he said to you. Dean’s feelings will never change towards you.” Sam sighed and started the engine again.

An hour or two later, you exited the Impala back at Bobby’s. A clang of something metal drew your attention to one of the cars in the yard. There you saw Dean’s legs poking out from underneath it. You slowly walked towards him, a small container in your hands. 

You stood at the ends of his feet. “ Dean..” you called gently

Dean slid out from under the car, sweat beads gliding down his face and neck. You felt your breath hitch in your throat as he stared up at you.

“Did you get my pie,Sweets?” He asked as he picked up a rag to wipe his hands of grease.

Breathless you held up the container in your hands making Dean smile praisingly at you. He stood slowly, a slight smirk on his moist lips. He was so close now. His hands raised from his sides to grab the container, purposely brushing his fingertips over your wrist as he took it from your trembling hands. He placed the pie on the hood of the car he was working on. He turned back to you, his eyes swimming with something you couldn’t identify.

“ Thank you,” He rasped. “ Why are you so good to me,Y/N” He said proudly.

Dean walked closer, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick over his bottom lip, his eyes were roaming your body. Your chest was rising and falling in slight pants, you weren’t exhausted. You were effected by him. You tried not to let out a moan as he praised you, sinking your teeth into your lower lip as Dean’s left hand rose to tuck your hair behind your ear. Your thighs tensed, trying to stop the spur of arousal that coarser through you every time he touched you.

Dean let his hand lay on your chest, over your heart, feeling the fast thrum of your heart. “Your heart is beating so fast” He teased. “What’s wrong?” He asked even though he knew.

Dean knew you was reacting to him. The way he praises you, the way he looks at you. You stood silent, teeth still gnawing at your lip. You nearly choked on your breath when Dean ran his thumb over your bottom lip, unhooking it from your teeth. He loved it. Your flustered and bewildered expression. He stared at you bottom lip which was red and plump from your teeth. His right hand slid around your waist and pulled you flush against his body, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. A muted whimper left your throat as his left hand ran over the span of your stomach and to your hip, gripping it firmly.

“ You think I haven’t noticed?” His hot breath fanned against your neck making you shiver. “The way you respond to me when I tell you how good you are” Dean gently kissed your ear.

You raised your hands to grip his shoulders as he lightly pushed his pelvis against yours. “Oh my god.” Your head dropped into Dean’s neck in a result of his grinding hips.

“Aren’t you a good girl… Being so responsive for me” Dean growled lowly into your ear.

You put a hand on both of his cheeks and lifted his head so he looked you in the eye. “Dean, please” You panted. “ Please kiss me”

Your beg seemed to break his slow torture. Dean slid his left hand around your back to bring you even closer whilst his right hand weaved through your hair to hold your head firmly. He leant in slowly, his eyes locking with yours. He could see the lust in your stare. The way your breathing stopped and got stuck in your throat and the way your hands balled his black t-shirt in fists. Your lips were so so close. They just lightly brushed over each other ready to be sealed in a heat of passion, They were so close inching even closer when-

“Dean! I think we got a case!“ Sam boomed from Bobby’s porch, his eyes scanning the yard for him.

Dean cursed loudly and stood up straight. “For fuck sake,Sammy” He growled angrily. “ We will finish this later and that’s a promise.” He leant down and crashed his lips against your own.

He hurriedly moved his lips against yours. He didn’t want to have to wait hours or even weeks for a moment like this again. He knew that if he tasted you now, he wouldn’t be able to hold I off until later.

With that thought, Dean left you standing felling breathless and needy and standing in the yard.

Hahaha my Dean fic

Part three of my Dean fic is gonna literally be pure filth.... If you guys want part three?

Melting Touch (pt3 of the rescue mission series) deanxreader

Part 1. Part 2.

A/N: Its. About. To. Get. Hot. Guys please sent me requests as I have zero! You know this will be mostly filth, right? Like kinks and all..

Warnings: SMUT! PURE FILTH!, rough Dean, if this is a warning but Dean is in charge completely, touch refusal. If there is any that ive missed let me know. 

You were sat in the library helping the boys with their research. Dean was opposite you and Sam was leaning over Dean’s shoulder to read what was on his screen. Dean’s eyes weren’t on the computer though, they were on you. You were hunched over a book, one of your hands playing with the hair at the back of your neck and the other running along the pages of the book infront of you. His eyes were on your lips, the way you pulled your bottom on inbetween your teeth as you read. 

Sam watched his brother,having stopped mid sentence, knowing he wasn’t listening at all. He observed as his brother drooled over you. 

“Okay, Dean, are you done undressing Y/N with your eyes?” Sam groaned.

Your head snapped up, the blush creeping up your neck and painting even your ears. Dean blinked hard and cleared his throat. You looked up at Sam and glared slightly.

“Shut it, Sam” Dean grumbled as he watched you rise from the table.

You walked over to the tall man and reached up onto your tiptoes to kiss his cheek, only being tall enough to reach his jaw. Dean’s jaw clenched at the action, his eyes still not leaving you. You then shuffled over to Dean, rubbing your eyes tiredly. Leaning down, you placed your right hand on his cheek. His stubble was rough against your lips as you gently kissed his cheek.

“G’night boys” You patted Dean’s shoulder and shuffled your way to your room. 

Dean blinked and looked from the research to your direction making his brother laugh. “Dean, go” Sam smirked before starting to clear up the papers that were scattered around the table.

In that moment Dean launched up from his chair, practically sprinting to your room. He paced outside your door for a while. Dean didn’t know how to tell you how he felt but he knew he could show you.

You had just settled down in the sheets of your bed. Your night wear consisted of your panties and a flannel shirt that was held together by one button in the middle. 

You were so close to drifting off when you heard your door open and close, your hand inching under your pillow to land on the knife you kept. 

“Dean?” A light squeak left your lips as you felt the edge of the mattress.

A light chuckle sounded and you knew it was him. He slipped under the cover and nuzzled his nose into your neck, leaving light kisses on the exposed skin. A rough hand slid onto your thigh and pulled your back into a hard chest.

“ Dean” You giggled as his fingers tickled the inside of your leg. 

Dean’s soft lips trailed up your jaw, his hands were everywhere. You felt his hand run under your shirt and up your stomach. You turned your head to kiss him lightly, capturing his lips between your own. You lifted your hand to reach back and tangle in his hair but with a light swat to your thigh, Dean stopped you. 

“ Don’t touch me” He mumbled into your mouth.

You pulled away in confusion, turning to face him. “Why?” You asked, your voice small.

He tucked your hair behind your ear and trapped you against his body. “I can’t, I can’t find the words to explain how I feel.” He tensed, squeezing his eyes shut as he struggled to find his words so you took the chance to slide your hands up to his neck and weave your fingers into his hair.

His face relaxed and his eyelids freed the stress wrinkles. His lips parted as you tugged slightly. “I..” He breathed, as if he was having an internal battle with himself. “No, Please, just let me show you. I want to show you.” He grabbed your hands and held them between your bodies. 

Without another word, Dean sat up and lifted his shirt from his body. Dean stood from the bed and started to unbuckle his belt, his eyes locked on you as you pushed the sheets away from your body. Dean froze.

“Is that my shirt?” His voice was hooded with desire as he eyed the tatted flannel on your body.

You nodded silently and bit into your lower lip, watching as Dean hurriedly slid off his jeans. He crawled back onto the bed and gripped your thighs tightly in his hands and yanked your body down the bed, the shirt riding up your body. Your arms were spread out at either side of you as you watched the glorious man in front of you. He lowered himself down between your thighs, muscles bulging in his shoulders and arms. Your arousal pooled between your legs as Dean hooked his arms under your knees. He placed hot, wet kisses along the inside of your thigh.

Dean gripped your panties in his fists, your legs now over his shoulders. A light gasp sounded from your mouth as he tore them in half, taking them from your body to throw them on the floor. 

“I liked those” You whispered, suddenly going shy. 

Dean laughed and went back to kissing your thigh, he was so close to your core. You could feel his hot breath against your slick folds. Wherever Dean’s lips were left a scorching heat behind. He nipped and bit at each of your thighs, his fingers digging into your hips. 

Your eyes flew shut as you felt a smooth lick on your clit. A moan sounded through the room as he pulled it between his lips. You wanted to weave your hands through his hair but you couldn’t, you wanted to be good for him and stick to what the rule was; no touching. Your fingers gripped the bed sheets as your back arched, Dean’s stubble scratching against your thighs. Dean sucked harshly at the bundle of nerves, flicking tongue repeatedly over it.  You panted heavily as you moaned Dean’s name. You felt the tight knot in the pit of your stomach starting to slowly unwind. 

Dean trailed his right hand from your hip and down to your entrance, he gently teased it with his middle finger, grinning again when he felt you writhe beneath him. 

“Please, Dean” You gasped and wriggled your hips making him look up, his lips letting go of your swollen bud.

“Look at you, so responsive to me.” He smirked as he watched you claw at the sheets of the bed when he slowly sunk his finger into you.

He curved his finger, hitting your g-spot perfectly, making you let out a loud cry. He removed his finger, trailing it up your body leaving a wet trail of juices behind. His long, rough, fingers landed on the button of the flannel and quickly opened it, letting the shirt fall open at your sides. 

A rosy blush fell upon your cheeks as he trailed his eyes over you, taking his time to memorize every piece of the goddess splayed out before him. In his eyes you were beautiful, even your flaws. He ducked down and kissed just above your belly button. His hot mouth moving up your skin, stubble scratching along the way. Calloused hands gripped hard at your thighs, fingers digging in hard. You panted heavily when his mouth wrapped around your nipple, his teeth sinking into your flesh. 

A cry of pleasure came from you making Dean twitch in his boxers. He groaned slightly and rubbed his erection against your thigh. He tugged on your nipple so it scraped on his teeth, goose bumps arising on your skin. You bucked yourself into him, eager to feel him, to get him closer. Dean sat up,you laying on the bed, breathing laboured. He pulled his boxers off his body, his member springing up to his stomach. 

Dean gripped your legs again and hooked them over his shoulders before looking up at you, “Baby, I’m not gonna go gentle..” He warned as you leant up on your elbows.

You locked eyes with man and nodded, “I don’t want you to be” 

Your legs fell to his sides as he moved forward to capture your lips with his own, his lips moving fast against yours. He reached down and gripped his girth in his hand, rubbing just the head between your folds. He hissed slightly and bit on your bottom lip, sinking his teeth in hard making you moan.

He waited for your nod of consent before he drove in, all in one. He stretched your walls, not giving you time to adjust before he drug back and drove back in again. His pace slowly picked up, the penetration stirring your arousal deeper and deeper. Your hands inched towards Dean’s hair but he stopped you by pinning your wrists to the mattress either side of you as he snapped his hips back and forth at an incredible speed. 

You writhed beneath him, a moaning mess. Your hands were clenching into fists, eager to grip anything. The pleasure was intense, his thrusts grew animalistic, pounding you with such a force that the bed was slamming against the wall. 

Dean’s lips parted as he moaned, a heavy sheen of sweat embracing his chest. “Y/N, Come on baby” He coaxed. 

You were on the edge, so close with him hitting just the right spot inside you. His thrusts grew sloppy and you clenched around him, squeezing him tight and feeling him throb. 

He drew back again and snapped his hips forward harshly, hitting that knot in your stomach and making it unravel. You screamed Dean’s name as your back arched and your legs shook. Your orgasm took over you, your whole body heating up like a fire. You felt Deans seed fill you as he shouted and let go of your wrists, his head falling into your neck.

You both panted as you came down from your high, Dean not moving from you. His head layed on your sweaty chest, your hand coming up to stroke through his hair.

“I love you, Y/N” Dean whispered, “Don’t leave me” His hand gripped your free one and held it over his heart, it pounding wildly against his chest.

You smiled softly down at him before answering. “I love you too, Dean” You closed your eyes, relaxing. “I won’t leave you, I need you too much”

So! That’s that finished! I’m sorry it’s so short.. my smut writing is shit. And yes there has been a change of username! I am taking requests!

A little bit Ghostly(SamxReader)

Characters: samxreader, briefly dean, cas 

warnings: pregnancy, swearing, death? i think.

Summary: Sam and Dean are ghosts but Y/n can’t get them back to their bodies. The boys end up finding their way back to the bunker five months later only to discover that sam is a soon to be father. Dean then vows to find a way to get them both back into their bodies.

A/N: okay so i’m sorry if this isn’t factually correct but i’m only on season five and i don’t know much about what cas can and can’t do. i’ve been reading other one shots and kind of gotten the jist of it. If you want to know how Sam and Dean get back please ask for a part two! if this gets good feedback then i will carry it on. I don’t have an update schedule but i write when i can. 

How could something like this happen?! You thought to yourself. You didn’t know weather to be mourning or angry. The boys had gotten Cas to turn them into ghosts for the hunt. They needed to talk to a reaper and you needed to do research. The boys found it weird that you willingly stayed at the bunker to research but they just put it down to your experience with reapers but little did they know it was because of the baby Winchester growing in your womb.

That was five months ago. You had no idea what had happened to them but you were starting to panic. You couldn't get them back in their bodies. You couldn’t even ask them for help because you had no idea where they’re spirits were. Castiel popped in occasionally and advised you to rest, but you couldn’t. You’d gotten Cas to do some mumbo jumbo on their bodies so they were reserved for when they eventually came back. 

You were waiting for Cas to pop in. Waiting on news to see where they were; Heaven, Hell, Purgatory? Your left hand was resting on your stomach, the visible bump calming you, letting you know that you could at least carry on the Winchester gene. Sam was your everything, so to carry his child and bring them up was a mission you’d made.  

You sighed, your right hand wiping tears from your eyes. You just wanted them back. The bunker felt so cold and lonely without the nitters back and forth or the laughing. It was just you now.

”Y/N, I have good news” A deep, stiff voice made you jump. 

You knew who it was, each word pronounced correctly. Cas.

”Jesus, Cas! Don’t scare me like that” You sniffed, rubbing at your wet eyes one last time before looking up at him. 

“I’m sorry. It’s been relayed back to me that they haven’t been seen anywhere.” He said slowly, trying not to anger you.

Standing slowly from the table, you clenched your fists at your sides. “They aren’t in hell! They aren’t in Heaven and they aren’t in Purgatory! Cas where the hell are they?!” You screamed as you broke down again.

“Y/N, I promise we will find them but you have to rest. Stress isn’t good for the baby” Cas said gently as he splayed a soft hand on your lower back.

Sam and were in the last motel you guys were at. They were hoping you were there. They had planned to move a vase off a table or something but came unstuck when you weren’t there. 

“Dean, I’m telling you, she’s at the bunker “ Sam sighed, looking around the two-bed room.

Dean turned to look at his brother with an annoyed glare. “ Sammy, we’ve been doing this for five months. we’ve been checking motel after motel! Why didn’t you mention that she could of been there months ago!” He shouted. 

You were family to Dean, he loved you like a sister and he knew you wouldn’t deal well with this. 

“ I’m sorry, I’m not perfect.” Sam snapped, all he wanted was to be close to you. “How do we get there?” He asked curiously.

Dean bit his lip in thought and shrugged. “We,uh, maybe poof there?” he struggled. 

“Okay, so, maybe we close our eyes and if we think about the bunker hard enough..we’ll be there?” Sam guessed. 

So they did. They tried it and luckily it worked. When they opened their eyes seconds later, they were stood in the kitchen of the bunker, right behind you and Cas. The brothers looked at each other in triumph, a large grin spreading across Dean’s face.

Sam watched as you fretted to Cas. “Cas, I need them home. I can’t rest!” You argued with the angel. 

“But Y/N you need to take care of yourself” Cas had crossed his arms, determined to make you rest.

Dean noticed you shiver and tense. “ Cas, is it me or is there a cold spot in here” You mumbled, head turning to look around. 

“ Sam, Dean?” He called before nodding, he could tell.

“They’re here” He smiled.

Sam didn’t like it, the way you looked right through him. He nearly choked when you turned around, his eyes were locked on your stomach. 

“ Sammy? I-I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried so hard.. I’m still looking.. I wont give up on you two. I promise” You mumbled, looking around wearily.

Your left hand came up to rub your bump, in an attempt of comfort. You sighed and began explaining. 

“I found out why I was sick.. on the morning we found the hunt. Sammy, Baby, I was going to tell when the hunt was over.. but..I can’t get you back. I promise i will.. and you’ll be an amazing daddy. Dean, i know you’ll be the best uncle ever..” You sobbed into your hand. “I need you guys”

Sam walked forward and reached out his hand, trying to touch you. An angry growl left his throat as it went straight through. 

“ Dean, we can’t stay dead. I can’t leave her like this.” Sam looked to his brother for comfort.

Dean had never seen his little brother so pained, he knew how much he loved you. 

“We will get out of this. You two will be happy. You’ll have your kid, get married and be the best damn father there is. I am telling you now Sammy!” Dean’s voice trembled as he too watched you pull yet another book from the pile on the table. 

How were they going to get back?

Ain’t nothing like a Trickster.

PART TWO OF ‘A LITTLE BIT GHOSTLY’

Part one

Pairing: Samxreader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Trickster,  Reader

Warnings: none?

A/N: Hey guys and girls, this is part two of “A little bit Ghostly”. So... who is behind this awful situation? I will admit, The first part lacked description and length. I will try to make this one better. I don’t know how many parts this will have, that depends on what you guys want. If you have any positive feedback let me know. As I said before; I’m sorry if this isn’t factually correct. I’m just trying to make it work. I’m only on season five but i’ve had so many spoilers. Please tell me what you think!

Sam stared at his body, noticing how peaceful it looked. His once tanned complexion now pale and un-moving. He wanted everything to fix itself. 

He had no idea why nothing was working. Cas couldn’t turn them back and the reverse spell didn’t work either. Someone had to be behind this. They had ‘Poofed’ back to the bunker two months ago, Dean was going crazy and so was Sam. 

The eldest brother was watching you frantically jot down an address on a scrap of paper. You were wearing one of Sam’s shirts, the front stretched out over your stomach. 

Dean had been working on moving things. He’d read a book title and if he concentrated on the book hard enough it would move and join your pile on the table. That was how you communicated. 

You were biting your lip and looking around when Dean turned to look at you again. A small smile made its way onto his lips. He was trying to work out what you were looking for, his eyes following everywhere you looked. 

“Dammit,Winchester. Where do you hide them?” You groaned, lifting books and boxes to try and find what you were looking for. 

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed as he followed you on the way to his room, pausing in the doorway as he took in the sight of his lifeless body on his bed. 

“Y/N, what are you doing?” He mumbled to himself. 

Your hands yanked open draw after draw, rummaging through. Your eyes widened as you took in just how many packs of condoms the man kept. 

“Jesus, you sure do take precautions” You mumbled as you stood and looked around the room once more.  

Dean smirked to himself and chuckled. He wasn’t too keen on you rummaging through his belongings but it seemed you were desperate. 

Dean’s smile fell as he witnessed you take a deep breath and stare at his body. You slowly shuffled forward and knelt on the bed beside him. 

“Oh, Dean..” You said quietly as your hand came up to brush his hair back. 

He had to look away, he couldn’t watch. It made him emotional. 

You lent down and kissed his forehead, moving your hand to his pocket and feeling around for the Impala keys. You then tried his other pocket and let out a displeased sound.

”No, Why did you give them to Sam?” You cried slightly. 

You couldn’t use your car, it was out of fuel and the breaks were sticking.Dean’s was the only option. 

“Dean, I don’t know if I can go into Sammy’s room” He heard your weak voice and turned to watch again. “It’s taking all I have just to sit here..” You held his cold hand. 

“ I think I have something.. so I’ll be back in a couple of days” You nodded to yourself and stood, rubbing both hands down your face.

You had to get the keys from Sam but you didn’t know if you could. Standing as straight as you could, you waddled slightly out of the room with Dean’s spirit in tow yet again. 

“I’m gonna start calling you penguin” He chuckled slightly as he crossed his arms. 

Sam was startled when he felt you walk right through him, he hated it. He turned to Dean and raised an eyebrow. 

“What do you want?” He asked his brother.

Dean looked over Sam’s shoulder, noting your emotional state and tensed his jaw. 

“We need to go to the car.” He stated as he gestured Sam to follow him. 

Sam did follow Dean, the two glancing at eachother before waiting. “So.. why are we here?” Sam rolled his eyes.”I think we have better things to worry about than your precious car, Dean!” Sam’s voice came out hard and strong.

“Just shut up and listen, Sam!” Dean snapped before continuing. “Y/N’s taking the Impala and going somewhere for a few days. We should keep an eye on her!” 

You held the keys in your hand, standing infront of the impala. You had thrown your bag into the trunk and grabbed Dean’s gun to carry in the front seat. 

The brothers glanced at eachother as they watched you struggle to fit comfortably in the car. You reached out for the lever to adjust the steering wheel, stopping it from pushing into the bump that is your stomach.

“Oh, come on Y/N. I had that just right” Dean groaned, leaning forward from the back.

“Dean, she can’t see us” The younger brother chuckled from the back.

“No she cant see us” They knew that voice anywhere. Trickster.

Dean whipped around and glared. “Is this your doing?!” He boomed, anger radiating off him.

“Now now. Thats not a way to talk to me if you want to get back, is it?” the Trickster chuckled. 

“Turn us back! Y/N needs us!” Sam pleaded, he knew there was someone behind this.

“Oh boo hoo. You know this crap nearly made me shed a tear.” The trickster chuckled. “I’ll turn you back, once you’ve learned your lesson”

“What lesson?” Sam rushed out, becoming impatient.

“When you realize making stupid decisions like this could cost you your life! You know.. I might wait just a little while longer..” He grinned before disappearing. 

Sweet Dreams

Characters: Sam x reader, Dean 

Summary: Deans layed up in hospital so this gives the reader a chance to drive the impala and play her own music. Sam uses his time to study the small, carefree things about the reader that make him feel an array of emotions.

A/N: Sorry it’s short. 

Words: 968

Dean was awake and that was a good thing. The bad thing? He wasn’t allowed out of hospital for at least a few days. He had reluctantly handed you the keys, refusing to give them to Sam because the last time he drove a dent appeared.

After many threats and promises to look after Baby, you eventually met Sam outside the entrance. With a sly grin making its way onto your lips, you held up The keys and jingled them in front of the tall Winchesters face.

Sam watched with a fond smile as the mischievous twinkle appeared in your eyes. He loved the rare moments of a few days off. He always noticed you relax a bit more and he loved when your real personality came to show.

Sam’s hand reached forward to grab the familiar set of car keys, faltering slightly when you pulled them away. 

“There’s a catch.” You giggled slightly, watching Sam’s confused expression. “You aren’t aloud to drive, strict order from the boss.” 

His eyes locked on yours and his grin slipped from his face. “Oh he cant be serious. I don’t always scratch it!” 

You walked closer to him and raised your eyebrow, placing your hand on his upper arm. “Sammy, Sweetie. Think about it” You moved your hand and smoothed some of his hair behind his ear, smiling when you could see his eyes. 

It didn’t take long to convince the tall brown haired brother, mainly because it only took one touch from you and he was sold. You were on the road again, on your way to interview the victim’s family. 

You lifted your hips off the seat to pull your old ipod from your pocked. You quickly plugged it in on the dock Sam included long ago and pressed play. 

He watched, more like studied you. The way you visibly relaxed at the sound of the song. The small smile never left his plump lips as he watched you bob your head and tap the steering wheel to the beat. 

“ Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree” You sand along with the words, moving your shoulders with every line. 

You were so carefree, no matter what the situation and Sam loved that. He loved you. 

“I travel the world and the seven seas, everybody’s looking for something” You looked toward Sam as you imitated the singer’s voice. 

“You’re such a dork, Y/N” Sam chuckled but it didn’t stop him from turning up the volume. 

“But you love me for it!” You winked slightly and went back to tapping and bobbing your head.

Sam’s expression changed and he sat up a little straighter, his smile turning to a knowing one. “Yeah, Yeah I do.” The silent mumble went un-noticed by you as you were belting out the lyrics even louder than before.

“Some of them want to use you,” You danced along as best you could, pressing your foot on the accelerator pedal a bit more. “Some of them want to be used by you”

Sam turned the speaker down low as you pulled up next to a park.

It came the time to dig up some bones, human bones. As you threw the shovel up onto the dirt you heaved a breath and looked at Sam. 

“Hey, Sammy?” You asked quietly.

“What is it, Y/N?” He replied, fishing the fuel can from his bag.

“How much does it weigh?” You bit your bottom lip to hide the grin as you looked at the human skeleton in the ground. 

Sam stood and furrowed his eyebrows at you and began to speak. 

“Y/N, I don’t-”

You cut him off in a fit of giggles and snorts, spluttering out your answer, “A skeleton!” 

You were still laughing when you pulled yourself out of the grave. You expected Sam’s reaction to the joke to be a bit different than it was. He just stared at you with those big brown puppy eyes. Sam’s expression looked defeated and fond.

“I love you” He breathed out on a chuckle as he shook his head. 

You stood frozen. He just said he loves you. After all this time you thought it was one sided. You stayed silent as Sam burned the bones and covered the tracks. 

Sam was torn, he thought he’d messed up. However as soon as the both of you had gotten in the impala and adjusted to the warmth, you’d clung to him. Scooting over to the passenger side to latch your limbs through his. You rested your head in his neck and sighed in comfort. 

“I’m sorry I went quiet.” You whispered as Sam’s muscular arm held your waist. “I thought it was only me... y’know who fell in love. I’m scared, one day i’m gonna lose you to this job or your gonna lose me a-and that terrifies me” 

Sam closed his eyes and let his lips rest on the top of your head. “We have to make the most of our time then.” He said softly. “Meaning, what a waste it would be if I don’t kiss you right now” 

Sam gently tilted your chin up with his fingers and ran his thumb over your bottom lip, watching as they parted and your eyes fell closed. He dipped his head down, capturing his soft lips with your slightly chapped ones. He cupped your cheeks with his big, warm hands. 

You two jumped apart to a knock on the window and a frustrated groan.

“Sammy, i’m happy you two got together but in my car?!” Dean’s voice floated through the car as he swung the door open.

“You aren’t meant to be discharged yet..how did you get here?” You blushed bright red as you scooted to sit up.

“ I discharged myself, dummy. Gimme the keys”