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My Everything- Dean Winchester

Summary: Dean’s anger gets the best of him.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, verbal fighting, mentions of death (no actual death is included), sad Dean, sad reader, happy ending

Word count: 1.2k

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“I don’t know how much longer I can put up with this.” Dean says, sitting on the edge of your shared bed, rubbing his face with his hands.

You look at him with shock. “What? What do you mean?” The two of you had been fighting for the last 2 hours. You had made a decision on a hunt that had put you in danger, saving Dean from the witch in the process.

“This. Putting up with all this stupidity. It’s infuriating.”

“Are you actually serious? I saved you from that witch. You’d be dead if I hadn’t done what I did.”

“No, I wouldn’t be. I would’ve been fine. But throwing yourself into the fire was a stupid decision. If I hadn’t reacted fast enough, YOU would be dead.” He points at you as he speaks, the look of absolute anger on his face.

“This isn’t the first time you’ve done something stupid on a hunt, and if it keeps going, then who knows what will happen. Maybe I could be killed.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“It means, I’m done. This is over.”

“You don’t really mean that.” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

“No, I do, I’m done. Get out.” He’s turned away from you, looking at something on his laptop at his desk.

Tears sit at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill. He didn’t turn to look at you, refusing to face you.

“Fine.”

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You let out small sobs, curling into yourself. You were lying on the bed in your old room. It was yours when you first moved into the bunker, but when you and Dean started dating and spending every night together, you stopped sleeping in the room. It wasn’t long before you moved all your stuff to Dean’s, making this room feel foreign and empty. Cold.

You eventually fell asleep, tears staining your cheeks.

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Dean didn’t sleep at all. He spent the whole night either hunched over his laptop, distracting himself with research, or staring up at the ceiling. He didn’t want you to leave, he wanted you back. All he could focus on during the fight was his anger towards your decisions. He didn’t want to lose you. He couldn’t lose you. And putting yourself at risk meant that he couldn’t protect you as easily, making him more scared that he would lose yet another loved one.

He felt so useless during hunts. He knew you could make your own decisions. Smart ones too. But you also made decisions that would save Dean, and Dean didn’t want that.

Dean got up at 6:30, deciding to get ready for the day and search for another potential hunt to distract himself with.

It was at 10:30 when he realised you hadn’t gotten up yet. Sam was already up, having gone for a run and now researching with Dean. You always were an early riser.

Dean went searching, hoping you were in the bunker and hadn’t left in the middle of the night. He passed the kitchen, not seeing you sipping on a coffee that you usually did. He passed your shared room before stopping at your old one.

He listened to see if he could hear you, but what he heard broke his heart. He could hear your muffled sobs.

You had woken up not long after falling asleep, struggling to stay asleep without Dean next to you. The both of you relied on one another to have nightmare-free sleep, and it had become such a habit that when separated it felt impossible to function.

When you woke up, you quickly recalled why you were back in your old room, breaking your heart all over again. You struggled to keep the tears at bay. You felt guilty, but you weren’t sure why. You were upset that you couldn’t convince Dean that you knew what you were doing. Angry that he wouldn’t listen to you. Broken that he had kicked you out without letting you speak.

A soft knock disrupted your thoughts. You looked towards the door, hoping that if you kept silent, whoever was at the door would leave.

“Y/N? I know you’re in there.” Dean’s voice was soft, it’s what usually kept you calm, but this time, it was making your heart race. “Y/N? Please, sweetheart. Let me in.” He knocked again.

You considered hiding under your duvet but decided against that. Instead, you stood up and opened the door.

“Oh, Sweetheart, thank god. I’m so-” You walked passed him, brushing against him but you didn’t make eye contact. You walked towards the kitchen, grabbing a mug and pouring yourself some coffee before sitting at the bench, staring at the dark liquid in your mug.

“Sweetheart? Y/n? Please talk to me. I’m so sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.” You didn’t turn around. “Please. I miss your voice. Talk to me. Scream at me. Yell. Throw things. I don’t care. I just need you to talk to me.” You said nothing.

“Okay, if you won’t talk then at least hear me out? I’m sorry honey. I really am. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I shouldn’t have said those things.” Dean walked around to the other side of the bench to face you, but you didn’t look up at him. “You have every right to be upset with me. I know you can hold you’re own. I know you’re capable of looking after yourself, fighting the things we hunt for. You’re so talented and strong. It’s just- I’m scared, okay? I said it. I can’t save you. I can’t protect you. And it has nothing to do with you’re abilities. I’m just so scared to lose you. What if something gets you? What if something is just that much stronger that you can’t fight it. I can’t lose you. I need you.” Dean’s holding your hands, causing you to look up slightly.

“I can’t sleep without you. I can barely survive if you’re not there. I can’t breathe. You’re my everything, and if I lose you, then I have nothing. So forgive me for trying to protect you, but knowing you’re safe means everything.”

You look up at Dean, sighing before opening your mouth. “Have you considered that you’re my everything? That if I lose you then I would lose myself? I love you so much, and I would do anything to keep you safe.” Your voice wobbled as tears filled your eyes again. “You can be so reckless on hunts. God knows how many times I have had to clean up you’re injuries, sew you up, bandage you up. Of course, I would do it again but if you keep risking your life, then one day you’re going to lose it. And then what happens to me? I would die if I lost you.”

Dean walks around to you, wrapping his arms around you. “I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t consider how much I meant to you. I’ll try and be better. I’ll make better decisions, I’ll try to be safe. If you do. You need to not put your life on the line all the time to save me.” Your arms wrap around him.

“Yeah, okay. I’m sorry too.” He smiles before pressing a kiss to your lips.

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Meet Cute - Sam Winchester

Summary: You talk about your past and future with your boyfriend Sam.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Word count: 0.4k

Warnings: none really, mentions of death, witches, future life, mentions of sex

a/n: this one is kinda silly and bad, very quickly written so excuse the bad writing. Enjoy x

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“You know sometimes I wish we had a meet-cute.” You said absentmindedly, sitting across from Sam at the diner. He furrows his brows. “What do you mean?”

“I wish we had a cute meeting, something to tell our future kids. Not the traumatic one we actually had.”

You had met Sam five years ago. You and your family had been targeted by a witch, your Dad’s death raising red flags to Sam and Dean. They had made it just in time to save you, after the witch had killed your sister and mum. Sam was the one who reached you first and carried you out of the house as Dean dealt with the witch.

“I would say we had a meet cute.” Sam responded. “How?” “I mean it would’ve been great if there wasn’t deaths involved, but our first meeting was pretty cute. You were on the floor, I swooped in, picked you up and carried you out. I saved your life. I’d argue that’s pretty cute, at least like it is in the movies.” Sam smirked.

You thought about, “I mean yeah that would be a good movie.”

“And hey, I know it still hurts, missing your family. Of course it does. But I’m so glad we met. You’ve turned my life upside down in the best way possible.” Sam smiles, leaning over to grasp your hand in his.

“Yeah, I do miss them but I’m glad I have you. I definitely don’t have any complaints about that.”

You sit in comfortable silence for a few moments. “So, future kids?” You blushed at the comment. “I don’t know. Maybe? If that’s something you want too?”

Sam leaned on the table, looking into your eyes with total sincerity. “I would love nothing more to be married and have kids with you.” You smiled “Really?” “I’m in it for the long run. Hopefully we will be able to quit hunting and live the apple pie life soon.”

“I love you.” He runs his thumb over the back of your hand “I love you more.” He leans over to press his lips to yours in a quick but passionate kiss. When he stands up, he holds his hand out for you, placing some bills on the table to cover your meals before leading you out to the car.

“Where to now?” you ask once sat in the car next to Sam in the drivers seat. He looks at you with the most serious face you’d seen on him. “I think we should practice how to make babies.” You let out a laugh, prompting Sam to smile. He places a hand on your thigh, with your hand laying on top of his, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the road, heading for the nearest motel.

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Admiring Dean - Headcannon

Dean's turn!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Dean being cute and soft, mentions of post sex, mentions of fighting, vampires, no swearing.

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Whilst doing research:

The three of you; Sam, Dean and you, had been researching for hours.

Because the bunker didn't have any windows, it was difficult to tell the time of day.

You glanced at the little clock in the corner of your laptop screen, realising it was nearing 2 a.m.

Raising your arms above your head, you let out a yawn before collapsing in your chair. You look over at Dean, taking note of his furrowed brows as he concentrates on what he’s looking at on his laptop.

You glance around him, noting the food wrappers and empty beer bottles, similar to your area at the table.

For once, Sam was falling asleep at the desk, having grown too tired to keep researching despite the numerous cups of coffee. “Guys, I’m calling it a night.” He slams his computer shut and stands up, half-heartedly waving goodnight.

Dean looks towards you, raising his eyebrows at you. “You ready to hit the hay too?”

You smile at him, nodding your head.

He stands up after shutting his laptop, walking over to your side of the table. He’s wearing your favourite red flannel, sleeves rolled up, jeans and boots. The best combination.

You look up at him, taking his hand that he had out to offer and follow him to your shared bedroom. As you get ready, you take glances to peak at him, enjoying the view of his torso as he strips out of his flannel and into a t-shirt to sleep in.

You climb into bed, Dean climbing in on his own side. He reaches over you, hand on your waist, pressing a quick but passionate kiss to your lips.

“You know, you can always take a picture, I won’t mind.” He says with a wink.

A blush creeps up to your cheeks, a small smile presenting itself.

“Sorry, can’t help myself sometimes. You’re irresistible.”

“Am I now? Would you like to show me how irresistible I am?” He raises a brow.

“Oh absolutely.” You reply, wrapping an arm around his neck to pull him down back to your lips.

In bed:

Dean was panting, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. He only had the thin motel sheet covering his otherwise naked body.

You had just gone to the bathroom, having just finished up and walking back out to rejoin him.

His muscular torso was raising up and down with his breathing, his arms above his head, accentuating his biceps.

He looks over towards you as you crawl back into bed, reaching out for you to lay on his chest.

You stare up at him, brushing your hands through his hair. It was already messy, having run your fingers through it not 10 minutes ago.

“I love you.” You whisper.

He angles himself to be able to get a better look at you. “I love you. So much.”

He presses a kiss to your lips. Different from before. Before was filled with passion. Need. This one was filled with love. Happiness. Contentment.

Everything about Dean felt right. He was perfect.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, pulling the sheet up over you, making sure you were covered and not too cold.

The two of you get more comfortable, facing each other, arms wrapped around waists, falling asleep not long after.

When he’s asleep:

It was most mornings when you woke up before Dean.

It was your favourite way to start the day.

You opened your eyes, having woken up to the sun blaring through the window.

You roll over to find Dean still asleep next to you.

He had one arm under the pillow, most likely holding onto the gun hidden under there. The other was stretched over the bed towards you, unconsciously reaching out for you.

Your eyes mapped out his face, taking note of the freckles that dotted over his face, eyelashes that you envied lying on his upper cheek.

His breathing was even, looking ever so peaceful as he slept.

It had been a while since he had nightmares, stopping when the two of you started dating and sleeping in the same bed. You were glad that there was something you could do that would allow him to have much deserved moment of peace.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Dean mumbled.

You smile as he peaks one eye open.

“What time is it?” He asks.

“7:30.”

“Nope, we’re going back to sleep.” He pulls you to him by your waist, holding you there so you couldn’t escape.

“Dean, we have to get up. We need to be in Portland in two days. Come on.”

Dean groans, releasing you from his warm entrapment.

As you get up to go to the bathroom, you take him in one last time.

He furrows his brow as a flash goes off, opening his eyes to see your phone pointing at him.

“Oops, forgot to turn the flash off.”

He jumps up just as you start running to the bathroom, making it just in time to close the door before he can get you.

“You’ll pay for that one, Sweetheart!” You hear.

You giggle as you turn the shower on, smiling at the picture you took of Dean.

When he saves you:

It was vampires. They were everywhere.

There were more than you three had expected but you still charged in, slicing the heads off of the ones that charged at you.

You had easily killed 15 each, but there were still more.

You were starting to feel the fatigue of fighting furiously for the last half an hour, but you kept powering through.

The grunts of Sam and Dean fighting could be heard in the background, which you used as fuel to keep going and not worry about them.

When you thought you had gotten them all, you breathed a sigh of relief. You went searching for Dean and Sam, when another vampire came running at you from behind.

You barely had time to scream, as the vampire grabbed you from behind, throwing you on the ground.

You grunted as you hit the floor, rolling to get back up when the vampire climbed on top of you, fangs out ready to pierce your skin.

She leaned down, her face quickly turning from anger to fear and shock. She fell off of you to the side, a knife sticking out of her back.

Dean was standing behind her, holding a jar full of dead man’s blood. “Had to put this dead guy to use, hey?”

You let out a sigh of relief, letting Dean help you up. He wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head. “You okay?” He asks.

“Yeah, you?” You respond with a nod.

“Yeah.”

Dean leads you out to the Impala, where Sam is waiting.

He squeezes your hand, opening the passenger door for you.

“Am I not sitting in the back?” You ask.

“Nah, Sammy can sit in the back for once. You’re sitting with me.” Dean respond. You look at Sam, silently asking for reassurance.

He nods in return, giving you a smile before climbing into the backseat.

You climb in, Dean closing the door and walking around to get into the driver's seat.

As he drives off, you move closer to him, leaning against his shoulder. He wraps his arm around you, getting comfortable as you set off for the nearest motel.

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2 in one night!

Hope you guys enjoy. Sorry I’ve been inactive lately. I’ve just started part time at work so I’m hoping to be a bit more active. I’m going to try and aim for every Thursday if I can.

Please send in requests xx

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Requited Love

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Hello

Could you make Sam Winchester having erotic/dirty dream with his female best friend or rival (or a best friend that is also a rival).

And all that she does remember him of his smut dreams

Hey! My first request!

I loved the idea so i did it straight away. Hope you like it xx

Requited Love

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Requited Love

Summary: Sam discovers his love for you in a not so clean dream, he doesn't realise his actions following the realisation would effect you so much.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: slight mentions of sex, angst, pining, makeout.

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Sam woke up in a sweat, but this time it wasn’t a nightmare. He could still feel the way your hands felt on his skin. The way your lips felt pressed against his. The way you felt wrapped around his cock.

Holy shit was he actually thinking about his best friend that way. He rubbed his hands over his face before he felt movement next to him. He looked over at you sleeping, sprawled out with hair all over the place. You usually slept together in the same bed when out on a hunt.

He tried his best to climb out of bed quietly so as not to disturb you, hoping a cold shower would rid him of those insane thoughts.

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Later, you’re all sitting at a diner, eating dinner. As you take a bite of your burger, Sam can’t help but notice the way your lips move as you chew, oddly attracted to the way they slightly pout when you chew. He shakes his head, trying to focus on anything but you.

–

You and Dean are in deep conversation about which Led Zeppelin song is the best, sitting on the couch in the motel room whilst Sam does some research on the hunt. It was a pretty easy hunt so not a lot of effort was needed. Sam gave himself the excuse to get distracted.

He watched the way your hair would swing when you talked to Dean, dramatically moving your hands as you spoke to emphasise your point. His eyes travel down your body, taking note of the way his old college t-shirt looked on your body, paired with the tight-fitting leggings that donned your lower half.

He caught himself just before he started to imagine what you would look like without the clothes on.

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It was just you and Sam in the motel room. Dean had gone to the local bar for a few drinks, both you and Sam opting to stay in for the night. You couldn’t help but feel a little down. You noticed a few days ago that Sam hadn’t been talking much. You didn’t take much notice until you realised he was still talking to Dean, but seemed to be avoiding you. You didn’t know what you had done, but you were starting to feel self-conscious about your actions, trying to think of what you could have done to upset him.

Sam was still sitting at the table, hunched over his laptop. You were watching some random movie that was on TV, not watching it properly. Your mind was too occupied trying to think of ways to get Sam to forgive you.

“Sam?” You called to him. He hummed in response.

“Did I do something?” He turned to look at you. “What?”

“Did I do something to hurt you?” He stared at you like you had two heads. “Of course not. Why would you think that?”

“Because in the last week, you’ve barely spoken ten words to me. If I’ve done something wrong please tell me. I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me. You’re my best friend. I can’t not talk to you. I’m going crazy here.” You let out a frustrated breath after your short ramble. “I’m sorry for whatever it is I did. I’m sure it was unintentional and I won’t do it again.” Sam is looking down at his fidgeting hands, debating what to do next. “Listen, Y/N. You didn’t do anythi-” “Obviously I have! You haven’t spoken to me in a week. I’ve been putting up with Dean this entire time because you won’t talk to me. I don’t think I can handle this much longer.” Sam didn’t realise how much this was effecting you. He finally did when he noticed the tears streaming down your face.

“Tell me what I can do to fix it.” You whispered, afraid that if you spoke any louder, it would come out in ugly sobs.

Sam let himself debate his actions for one last second before making a decision. He took two long steps towards you before cupping your face in his hands, smashing his lips to yours.

It took a second for you to respond, and Sam was about to pull away before you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You stayed like that until you had to pull away for air. “What was that?” You whispered.

“I realised a week ago that I was in love with you. And I didn’t know what to do. I guess keeping my distance was the wrong way to go.” Sam whispered back. “Yeah, it was.” You respond, pulling him back down for another kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist, tapping your hip to signal for you to jump. He instantly catches you, and carries you towards the couch, sitting down with you straddling him.

“Ew, what the fuck guys. A heads up would’ve been nice.” You hear from behind you. You turn to see Dean standing at the door, hand over his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sleeping in the Impala tonight.” He turns around and walks out without another word.

“Should we go get him?” You ask Sam, not moving to get off of his lap. “Maybe in a few hours,” He responds, pulling you back in for another kiss.

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NSFW Headcannon

Summary: Alphabet NSFW headcannon

Pairings: Dean Winchester x reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: mentions of sex, fem!reader body parts, male body parts (Dean), quite explicit. MDNI!! 18++

a/n: pls tell me how i did for my first smut/NSFW post. love you all xx

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Dean is a major cuddler after sex. After a quick breather, making sure everyone is hydrated and you’ve peed, you will be trapped in bed until the next day. But no complaints. Who wouldn’t want to be caged in with those big arms and warm body? Plus the occasional kiss here and there.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Dean loves how his tongue can make you fall apart so easily. Either with a passionate kiss after not seeing each other for a little while, or between your legs, having you grip the sheets and scream in pleasure. He loves every part of you, but his most favourite is your legs. How long they are, especially when you wear your FBI outfits. And how strong your legs are. He’s seen you throw some strong kicks that could defeat Lucifer, kick down some doors, and jump up or down from places. He also loves to be between them… as mentioned before.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Dean can be messy, even when it comes to cum. If you’d let him, he’d go anywhere. He’s come on your chest, stomach, ass, face. There probably isn’t a place on your body he hasn’t cum.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He loves it when you take control occasionally. Being the one to give him pleasure whilst pleasuring yourself, giving him instructions (which he will happily comply with). He also doesn’t mind the occasional roleplay...

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

It’s no secret that Dean has been with many women over the years. But he makes sure to let you know that you should never worry. You will always be his number 1. He proves it by using all his skills to ensure that each time is the best you’ve ever had. Usually screaming, clawing at bed sheets, edge of the car seat or even him.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves to see your face, watching your face contort in pleasure, so missionary is the go to. And when you’re on top, it's cowgirl.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Most of the time it’s pretty serious, however at times, it’s giggly and fun, just enjoying each other's company.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dean doesn’t do much down there, maybe a trim here and there to keep it contained...

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Sometimes Dean and you both need to get off, so there isn’t too much romance mixed in. But when you both take time with each other and are there to spend time with each other, the romance is through the roof.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Since you and Dean are usually always together, there isn’t a whole lot of need to get off by himself. However if you’ve stayed back at the bunker while he and Sam go on a hunt, he may spend an extra few minutes in the shower if needed.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes a bit of roleplay. Adding on to you taking control, he likes it when you dress up as a teacher and take control and punish Dean for being bad...

L = Location (favourite places to do they do)

Dean loves good old car sex. Of course in baby. Since you two don’t get a whole lot of privacy, Dean finds it nice and intimate enough to be with you in the car. Plus there is more of an excuse to be closer to you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much. Dean’s love for you means that he will have you anytime, anywhere. He never needs convincing if you’re the one in the mood first. And if it's him, all it takes is for him to wrap his arms around you and press kisses to the side of your neck for you to melt into him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Any kind of torture or extreme BDSM. His experience in hell meant that there was no way he could ever torture or be tortured in a pleasurable way.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Who would ever say no to receiving? Dean sure as hell wouldn’t. But there is nothing better than watching you writhe beneath him, unable to stay still simply due to his tongue and mouth. Having you so easily under control gives him so much pleasure.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If you have the time, he likes to take it nice and slow, really enjoy you and make sure you’re getting the pleasure you deserve. However, in the scenario of a quickie just to get off in a short amount of time, the both of you are coming within minutes.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As said before, only when necessary. Not his favourite way but would never say no if the time came. He did enjoy the thrill of the time constraint and had to hurry when in a semi-public area.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

The most he will risk is semi-public sex, such as in the car or the bathroom of a bar. But beyond that will test the boundaries of both you and him, and there is enough thrill in your life for you to experience.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Dean can go for hours. He’s so obsessed with you and your body that he likes to test the limits when he can. He’ll pleasure you until you’re begging him to stop, pushing him away when you get overstimulated.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t mind the occasional vibrator to use on you to tease or to enhance your pleasure, but he usually likes to stick to no toys and get you off just by himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Dean loves to tease. It’s his favourite pass time. Sitting next to you in the car or at a diner, he finger tracing small circles on your thigh, slowly crawling higher and higher, before moving and not touching you until the end of the drive or meal.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can be pretty loud, he loves to make sure you hear the pleasure you give him. When he needs to be quiet, you swallow his moans in a messy kiss, if they aren’t being moaned into your neck and shoulder.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

It’s just you and Dean in the car, having left Sam who had broken his arm back at the motel whilst you went to hunt a nearby ghost. On the way back, it started raining, hard. Unable to safely drive, you pulled over and texted Sam to let him know before settling in for the night.

“What?” You look over to see Dean smirking at you. “We’re all alone right now.” He whispers, slowly moving towards you.

He presses his lips to yours in a passionate kiss, hands cupping your face as yours sit on his waist. He slowly lays you down in the front seat, before sitting back and pulling off his flannel and undershirt. He goes back to kissing you, forcing his tongue into your mouth after fighting for dominance for a few minutes. He slowly moves down your body, being sure to leave marks along your neck before moving to pull down your leggings.

Your pants and underwear come off in one go, gasping as you feel the cool air hit your centre. Dean leans down, pressing kisses along your inner thigh before finally meeting the destination where you longed to feel him. Your hand instantly goes into his hair as he sucks on your clit. He slides his tongue up from your hole to your clit before slowly fucking you with his tongue.

He goes back to sucking on your clit, pushing one finger into you slowly. You gasp at the sensation, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. He has one hand over your belly, trying to keep you from moving too much. “Fuck, right there. Oh my god.” You gasp. He inserts a second finger, pumping them in and out of you slowly, lapping up your juices and enjoying your taste.

He moans into you, which sends you over the edge. You gasp, grabbing his hand over your hips as the other one grips the seat trying to keep yourself stable. He moves up back towards your lips, letting you taste yourself in a deep kiss. “I know how else we can keep ourselves entertained until the rain eases up.” He says, moving to unbutton his jeans as you move to take off your jacket and t-shirt.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Dean is pretty average in length, 6-7 inches. However, he is packing more in girth, which being more impressive and more pleasurable.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, he’s pretty obsessed with you so is always willing to show you how much he loves you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Dean is pretty quick to fall asleep, but only after making sure you are all looked after and comfortable. Then you are quick to follow.

#dean winchester #supernatural imagines #supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester imagines #sam winchester #nsfw #dean winchester x reader #spn #headcannon

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Admiring Sam - Headcannon

Time when you admired your boyfriend Sam.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean, ghost

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: cuteness?, mentions of sex, mentions of injury, mentions of ghosts, no swearing.

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Whilst doing research:

You’re sitting around a table in a motel room, only undressed the top layers of the FBI suits that you, Sam and Dean were wearing whilst investigating the current case. You’re sitting opposite Sam, Dean next to you.

At first you were concentrating, but then you looked at Sam in the corner of your vision, which lead to him taking up all of your attention.

You tried to keep looking busy, but with the way he was sitting; shirt sleeve rolled up, hair a mess from running fingers through it, hunched over the computer with a look of concentration on his face. He looked both adorable and hot at the same time.

Within a few moments, he looks up at you, feeling the holes you were burning into him with your eyes. He smiles at you, which you return with a blush, slightly disappointed you got caught.

He sneakily reaches under the table undetected by his brother sitting next to him, rubbing your leg as a form of comfort and love.

In bed:

You were both resting in bed after having had sex.

You splurged on your own room, needing some much needed privacy after a semi gruesome hunt.

You were both laying on your back, the only sound to be heard were yours and Sam’s rapid breathing. His hand was holding yours, gently stroking the back of it with his thumb.

You turned your head to look at him, taking not of the way his hair splayed out under him.

He looked relaxed, eyes were closed, trying to control his breathing, an ever so slight smile on his face.

He opened his eyes, turning his head to look at you.

His smile widened when he noticed you staring.

“I love you.” He whispers.

You smile, about to respond when he rolls back over to you, holding himself up on his forearms, dipping his head to kiss you, deepening it almost immediately.

“Ready for another round?” He asks, grabbing hold of your thighs to wrap around his waist.

When he’s asleep:

For once, you woke up before Sam.

He usually woke up before you, going for a run and usually bringing you back a coffee to wake you up with.

This time, you were awake, so you got to appreciate him without him catching you.

His breathing was even, face so soft and relaxed. A small amount of stubble had grown overnight. His soft hair had fallen into his face.

You brushed your finger along his face, moving his hair out of the way. You continued to trace his features, committing his face to memory. You traced over his eyebrows, nose and mouth. Along his jawline and hairline.

With a sigh, he moves, wrapping his arms more tightly around you waist, pulling you closer to him.

“You know thats a little creepy, right?” He whispers, eyes remaining closed.

You chuckle softly, continuing your tracings. “Good morning handsome.”

“Good morning, beautiful.”

He finally opens his eyes, and you stare into them, getting lost in them almost immediately.

You already had his eyes committed to memory.

When he saves you:

You’re in and out of consciousness, laying on the floor, unable to move.

It was a ghost, and despite having already burned the body, it hadn’t disappeared.

It had attacked you, after running out of rocksalt in your gun.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” You heard from nearby

You groaned in response, nodding slightly to allow whoever it was to keep fighting and not worry about you.

As your vision clears, you see Sam looking all around, trying to find the ghost to keep it away from you.

Finally, as it appeared right in front of Sam, it burst into flames, screaming in the process.

Sam rushes to you, inspecting all your injuries and determining whether to take you to the hospital or home.

“Are you okay?” He asks, trying to get you to stay awake.

“I think so, I just need a minute.” You say, trying to sit up.

“Guys, so it was a doll that the spirit was attached to. But there was like a hundred dolls, so we need to go now if we don’t want to get caught on fire.” Dean rushes in.

“Can you walk?” Sam asks, you shake your head.

He picks you up bridal style, Dean following quickly behind with the weapons you and Sam had dropped.

Once at the car, Sam gets in the back with you, wanting to make sure you were ok.

“I think its just some bruises and a small concussion, you should be alright.” He says, stroking your hair as you lean against him.

You look up towards him, giving a small kiss to his jawline. “Thank you. I love you.”

“Anytime, beautiful.”

Dean groans from the front seat. “Get a room you two.” Sam rolls his eyes, but you spot the small smile on Dean’s face in the rearview mirror, happy to see his brother getting the love he deserves.

#sam winchester #supernatural imagines #dean winchester #supernatural #sam winchester imagines #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #spn #spn imagine

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uhohnotthisagain · 2 months

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Hey guys

Sorry for not posting the last couple of days. I'm currently writing up another headcannon for Sam, they are kind of fun to write so I might do more later on. I have also been doing a NSFW alphabet headcannon for Dean, when that gets posted I'll probs do one for Sam too. I might also soon start venturing to other characters soon. Keep an eye out! Thanks xx

#dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural imagines #dean x reader #dean winchester imagines #supernatural #sam x reader #sammy #deano #spn

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uhohnotthisagain · 3 months

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Sam as a boyfriend

Sam Winchester head cannons

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Characters: Sam, Reader, Dean

Word count: 0.2k

Warnings: cute Sam, mentions of sex - not graphic

a/n: just wanted to give Sam some love x

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Sam is like the perfect, stereotypical boyfriend in the best way.

When you had your first official date, a month after you first got together, he bought you a bouquet of flowers.

He always holds you hand when he can, running his thumb over the back of your hand.

He knows your favourite food, and when you’ve had a bad day, or especially a bad hunt, he makes sure to go out of his way so you can have some comfort food.

He lets you play with his hands when your anxious, it’s become almost automatic for you to reach for him when you feel your nerves build up.

When you’re talking about something, he always stares into your eyes, making sure to concentrate on what you’re saying.

He makes sure that you always are prioritised. You get the first shower (much to Dean’s dismay.), you order first, he opens the door for you always.

In bed, you always come ;) first. He makes sure you are enjoying yourself always, and doesn’t want you to do anything you wouldn’t want to just for his pleasure. It took a lot of begging for him to let you take control one time.

After sex, he makes sure you take care of yourself, going to the bathroom, having some water and a snack. Afterwards plenty of cuddles and love.

He is a sucker for head scratches. He loves to lay his head on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp gently in the process.

He is a massive cuddler as well, often refusing to let you get out of bed in the morning.

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester imagines #supernatural #supernatural x reader #supernatural imagines #supernatural fluff #dean winchester #winchester #headcannons

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uhohnotthisagain · 3 months

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hey guys!

just wanted to say a quick thanks for all the love so far on my own fics.

i’ve got some headcannons lined up to post soon. i currently don’t have any kind of schedule so it will all be random unfortunately.

thank xxx

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uhohnotthisagain · 3 months

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What they didn’t see

Summary: Just your classic friends to lovers with some good old fashioned angst.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Characters: Dean, Sam, Vampire

Warnings: mention of injury, angst, pining, fighting, weapons, swearing.

Word count: 2.0k

a/n: Enjoy, I hope it’s ok x

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“Hey.” You walk into the motel room with two bags full of food. “I’ve got dinner.”

“Oh my god, you’re amazing.” Dean rushes towards you to grab the bags. “Did you get any -” “Yea, it's in this bag.” You point to the bag with the pie in it, sitting down on the couch next to Sam as Dean grabs a chair to sit opposite the two of you. Sam smirked at the pink tint that had appeared on your face.

As the three of you dig in, you can’t help but admire Dean as he devours his burger before moving on to the pie. What most people would find disgusting, watching his messily eat his food, you found it oddly pleasing. Sam nudges you, and when you turn to look at him, all he does is smirk, prompting you to roll your eyes at him before focusing on your own burger.

You had known the Winchester’s for years. Your father and John used to hunt together, leaving the three of you at the motel. When your father was killed by a vampire, it made sense for you to stay with them, seeing as you had no where else to go. As you grew up, feelings towards Dean began to grow, but you pushed them away. He only ever saw you as a little sister anyway. Nothing was ever going to happen.

“I think we should head out early tomorrow, I think there’s a potential case a few states over. It’ll be a days drive so lets turn in early.” Dean says as he finishes up. “I call first shower.”

As the bathroom door shuts, Sam starts chucklying. “Shut up!” You whisper to him, shoving him nonchalantly. “Oh come on. I’m shocked he still hasn’t noticed. You’re so obvious.”

You roll your eyes. “No I’m not. But even if I am, he doesn’t care about me like that. Nothing is ever going to happen.”

“Sure.” It’s Sam’s turn to roll his eyes.

–

“Dean, please can you just shut the music off for 5 minutes? I’m trying to concentrate.” Sam practically yells over the music that Dean is blasting. “What? I can’t hear you over the music.” You roll your eyes and shake your head at the two of them, going back to your own research on the case.

Sam reaches forward to turn the music down enough so he can be heard, Dean slapping his hand in the process. “By the looks of it, I think its a vampire nest. Not two many killings at once so shouldn’t be a huge nest, no more than 5 or 6.” You nodded, finalising the readings you had occupied yourself with before closing the lore book. You stared out the window, nodding along to the music that filled the otherwise silent Impala.

While you were watching the trees run past, Dean glanced at you in the rearview mirror. He tried to avoid lingering, quickly turning his gaze back to the road in front.

In a few short hours, you had arrived to a motel. Dean handed you your bag, whispering a soft “Thank you.” at the gesture, which Dean responded with a small smile.

As you walked in, you noticed that there were only two beds, no pull out couch which was often where you slept. “I am not dealing with your flailing about tonight, Y/N.” Sam says, looking at you with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

“It’s alright, I don’t mind the occasional kicking. Sleep next to me.” Dean calls from behind you. Your eyes widen at the realization that you’re going to have to sleep next to Dean. You hadn’t slept in the same bed as him in years, often opting for the sofa or next to Sam.

As you got ready in the bathroom, you took a deep breath as you prepared yourself. “You can do this, it’s one night.” You whispered to yourself, turning to open the door and head to bed. Dean was already in bed, sat up with headphones on, eyes closed and nodding to the beat of whatever music he was listening. You crawled into the other side of the bed, facing away from Dean, closest to the edge. You quickly drifted off to sleep, hoping you didn’t end up kicking or bothering Dean in anyway.

You woke up in the same position, however seemingly closer to the middle of the bed. An arm was draped across your waist. Dean.

It suddenly dawned on you that it was his arm around you, holding you in place. You gently picked up his arm, climbed out of bed and placed in onto a pillow, hoping it wouldn’t disturb his sleep.

The door opened and Sam walked through, having just come back from his run.

“Hey.” You smiled in return, collecting your things to get ready for the day. “I figured we can scope out where the nest is this morning, and get ready to attack just after dark.” Sam suggests. “Sounds good.”

Dean starts stirring, rolling over in bed. You rush to the bathroom, hoping to avoid an interaction just yet. You hear them talking as you have your shower, but you ignore them, focusing on the water falling down your body.

“So how was last night?” Sam smirked at me. “Shut up.” Dean responds, rubbing his face as he sits up in bed. “I did that for you, you know.”

“What? Have her sleep next to me? She’s not even interested. I don’t see why I have to be tortured with it.” Dean grumbles.

“Bullshit, she’s in love with you.” Dean rolls his eyes, “She snuck out of bed. She couldn’t even stand to talk to me this morning. There is no way on earth she likes me as anything more than a friend. Barely that even.”

“Dean, you do not see what I do.” Sam scoffs. “It’s obvious that you both love each other, why neither of you have made a move? I have no idea.”

Dean just brushes him off, getting up and stretching.

After you're dressed, you walk out of the bathroom, which Sam quickly takes custody of as soon as he sees you. “Gonna have a shower now.”

“Morning.” You say softly to Dean, who responds only with a grunt, still waking up. “I’m going to go grab breakfast and coffee, any requests?” You offer.

“Just the usual.” Dean responds. You nod, grabbing a key a walking out the door.

Later, after you’ve scoped out the nest and feel ready to attack, the three of you are parked outside the warehouse where they’re located.

“Right, let’s go in and split up, we’ll get them quicker that way. Be safe everyone.” Dean says before heading towards the entrance, you and Sam quickly in tow.

The fight began almost immediately. There were more vampires than you thought, at every turn, a vampire was charging towards you.

You swung the knife every which way you could with all your strength. You could hear Sam and Dean fighting more in other areas of the building.

Finally, it seemed that you had gotten them all. You went to check on Sam and Dean. As you turned a corner, before you could even react properly, another vampire charged at you. He lunged at you, causing you to drop your knife.

You screamed as he threw you against the wall, walking towards you as you lay on the ground.

“I will kill you for what you and your little friends did.” He picked you up and threw you against the wall behind him, hitting your head hard against the concrete floor as you landed. You groaned in pain, unable to fight any more.

“Y/N!” You heard someone yell. The room was spinning and you couldn’t find the strength to stand up. Suddenly, you couldn’t breathe. The vampire had its hand around your throat, fangs out ready to unleash his final attack.

The weight on your body was pulled off, and you could finally breathe, but you couldn’t move. You heard one final scream before silence, and then footsteps hurriedly running towards you.

“Y/N? Shit Y/N can you hear me? It’s ok baby we’re here, we’ve got you.” You groaned in response, before everything went black.

“Fuck, she passed out. Sammy, go start the car, quick.” Sam runs out to the car as Dean picks you up and carries you out.

Once in the car, he’s looking all over, trying to find all of your injuries to see if he could fix anything.

At the motel, he lays you down on the bed whilst Sam grabs the first aid kit, cleaning up any wounds that can be fixed.

“Sammy what do we do. She’s not waking up.” Dean has tears in his eyes. Sam puts two fingers on the side of your neck.

“She still has a strong pulse, she’s going to be ok. She’s breathing, just knocked out hard.” Dean’s holding your hand the entire time, refusing to look away from your battered and bruised, yet still unbelievably beautiful face.

“I haven’t told her. I didn’t tell her how I feel. What happens if she doesn’t wake up?”

Sam pats his brothers shoulder, “She’s going to wake up. She will be ok. Both of you will be.”

What seemed like days, was really only a few hours later, you started to wake up. You opened your eyes and looked around at your surroundings. You spot Sam laying in his bed, asleep. You look down at your hand, in a tight grip in Dean’s hand. He was asleep too, next to you. He was on top of the covers, still in his blood-soaked clothes and shoes.

As you moved, you groaned, feel sharp pain in your head. “Fuck that kills.”

Dean wakes up startled, feeling movement coming from you. “Hey, how are you feeling?” He whispers. “Like I got hit by a truck, train and car simultaneously.” You respond.

He lets out a small chuckle, thumb running over the back of your hand.

“I know it’s really bad timing but can I talk to you?” He asks. You nod, smiling as encouragement to keep going.

“Um, so the thing is, I, um.” He lets out a breath, now sitting up to look down at you. “I like you, a lot. And it’s ok if you don’t like me back. I thought I could keep it to myself, I thought it was just a stupid thing that would go away. But it hasn’t. And seeing you tonight, all beat up and unconscious. It scared me. I thought I might’ve lost you. And I just needed you to know. You don’t have to do anything. This doesn’t have to change anything, we can stay friends. Or you can leave, it’s up to-“

You place a hand on his cheek, leaning up to press a small peck on his lips. Testing the waters. As you pull away, he follows you, reconnecting your lips. This time, in a much deeper, more passionate kiss. One full of longing, and desperation. You could feel your lungs burn, but couldn’t seem to care, kneading your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. The one hand not holding his up is resting on your hip.

When you finally pull away for a breath, you stare into his eyes. “I like you too, like a lot.” He sighs. “Really? Are you sure.”

You giggle, “Beyond sure.” You press one final kiss to his lips before settling down, resting your head on his shoulder, arm around his waist while his is wrapped around you, hand on your waist while the other one is playing with the ends of you hair.

When you wake up the next morning, you feel warm, content. Taking a deep breath in, you see that you and Dean are in the same position you fell asleep in.

“Thank fuck!” You look to see Sam smiling at the two of you.”It’s about fucking time.” You flip him off, settling back down to lay with Dean some more before you had to get up.

“How are you feeling?” You hear Dean whisper. You look up at him. “I’m ok. Still in pain but it’s better.”

“Good. We’ll let you rest up a bit before getting back out there. I’m glad you’re ok.” He kisses your forehead. “Yeah me too.” You smile up at him.

#dean x y/n #dean winchester x reader #supernatural #supernatural imagines #dean x reader #dean winchester imagines #dean winchester #sam #sam winchester #friends to lovers #supernatural x reader #supernatural angst #dean angst

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uhohnotthisagain · 3 months

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Hello!

Welcome to my page thingy, everyone is welcome, however my original posts are 18+, please abide by these rules. Below is two links, one to all of my fic recs I have collected over the years, credits to all owners, please follow their rules. The other is a link to a masterlist of my works. It is currently minuscule and I am still learning how to write for pre-existing characters. I'm hoping to get better with time and practice.

I not only take requests but request you to request things, I'm willing to try anything within the below fandoms, if I can't I will let you know. Thank you x

Please be kind to everyone, including me. I don't consent to anyone copying and redistributing my works. No matter where. I hope you enjoy everything below. I love you all xx

For my works, please click here

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The fandoms I will write for are:

Supernatural (Dean, Sam, Castiel)

Marvel (Steve, Bucky, Sam, Loki)

Top Gun Maverick (Rooster, Hangman, Bob, Coyote)

Bridgerton (Anthony, Benedict, Colin)

These can change, and I may possibly be able to write for other characters, these are just within my comfort zone so far. They are all x fem!readerTesting the waters xx

#top gun imagine #supernatural imagines #imagines #please be kind #top gun fic #top gun maverick #topgun #dean x reader #sam x reader #marvel #masterlist #hangman #rooster #maverick #winchester #captain america #bucky barnes

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uhohnotthisagain · 3 months

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Masterlist

This is a masterlist of work I have done. I do not consent to these being reposted anywhere other than here under my page.

I have never written for fandoms before so it might take me a while to get the hang of it. Just a warning. Thanks lovelies xx

last updated: 19/2/24

🩷smut

❤️angst

💚fluff

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester x reader

I Will Always Save You 💚❤️

What They Didn’t See💚❤️

NSFW Headcannon 🩷💚

Admiring Dean - Headcannon 💚🩷❤️

My Everything ❤️💚

Sam Winchester x reader

Sam as a boyfriend- Headcannon 💚🩷

Admiring Sam - Headcannon🩷💚❤️

Requited Love ❤️🩷💚

Meet Cute 💚

#supernatural #dean winchester x reader #dean x y/n #dean x reader #dean winchester imagines #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester #top gun imagine #top gun fic

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uhohnotthisagain · 3 months

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Ok so this is my first fic ever, never done one before. I've written books and stories before but this is the first time its ever been about/based on a pre-existing character. Pls tell me if I should keep going or not do anymore. It was kind if fun to write so I might do more but if its shit pls tell me xx

I Will Always Save You

Summary: You get caught by a demon. Its up to Dean, Sam and Castiel to find you before its too late.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel.

Warnings: My first fic ever (pls be kind), angst???, kidnapping, blood, torture, swearing, anxious dean.

Word count: 886

--- You feel your lungs burn as you try to take in breaths of air. Your eyes are wide as you stare into the demon’s black ones in front of you, hand wrapped tightly around your neck. Your legs are dangling freely as he has you pinned against the wall.

He grins as you grip his wrist, trying to free yourself. “This is simple, Y/N. I just need answers and then you’re free to go.”

“Fuck. You.” You spat back at him.

His hand tightens around your throat. “Wrong answer.”

Your body is flung across the room, slamming into a cement wall before falling down. You gasp for air as he charges towards you. You’re on your hands and knees, trying to stand up without visibly wincing in pain. Just as you get to your feet, a punch lands right at your temple, knocking you out instantly.

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“Where is she? She was supposed to be back an hour ago.” Dean paced across the motel room.

“I don’t know, Dean. I’m trying to ping her cell for her location but it’s taking a minute to load.” Sam is sat at the small table, rubbing his hands over his face, brows furrowed as he stares at the screen in front of him.

“Got it, it says she’s near a gas station.” Dean’s out the door before Sam finishes his sentence, quickly following after him.

–

“Fuck!”

Your car is found, parked at the gas station, door open and phone found on smashed on the ground.

They had been searching the area for a while when Cas showed up to help them look for you. It had been at least 8 hours since you had left so who knows where you could be.

“Guys! I found something.” Sam called out from around the back of the building. The necklace that Dean had given you was lying there, having been ripped from your neck. The gas station was located at the edge of a forest, meaning they would have to trek through miles of trees and bushes with no other evidence of where you could be.

“The gas station guy says the cameras are there just to scare off crooks, they don’t work.” Cas sighs. “And he said he didn’t see anything happen.”

Dean is wandering off, seeing if you had left any other clues nearby when he spots scratch marks in the trees. “Found something else, we need to go this way.” He yells, spotting more scratch marks on more trees, praying that these led to you.

—

“You’re just making this more difficult for yourself.”

You spat blood back at him that had been pooling in your mouth. You were currently tied up, hands bound together hanging from the ceiling. You were exhausted from the constant beatings and torture. You no longer had energy to fight back, instead just hanging in silence, the only sound coming from you was the grunts and moans in pain.

You had been praying to Cas to come and find you, and praying that Dean and Sam were coming as well. But slowly you were losing hope.

“Alright, if this doesn’t make you talk, I’m ending you. The Winchesters can’t save you if you’re dead.” The demon lifts a metal poker and holds it over the firepit that was the only source of light in the room. You had been moved into a different room, this one had no windows or any other escape apart from the one door. He lifts it to sear it into the skin of your chest.

Suddenly, there were crashes heard from outside the room you were kept in. The demon whipped his head around towards the door. He drops the poker and walks towards the door but before he could open in, Dean had crashed through it, knocking the demon out of the way in the process. With the demon blade in hand, he stabbed the demon in the chest, the body falling to the ground immediately.

With a sigh of relief from the both of you, Dean rushes to help you down. “She’s in here! I’ve got her!” He calls out.

“Is she okay?” Sam rushes in to help, Cas following closely behind. “I think so, just really beat up.”

Cas reaches foward as you are held in Deans arms, to exhausted and in pain to hold yourself up. He gently places two fingers on your forehead as a calm warmth comes over you, healing you.

“That should heal all her injuries but evidently not her exhaustion. Lets get her back to the motel room so she can rest up and eat something.”

Dean picks you up bridal style to carry you to the car, tossing Sam the keys for him to drive so Dean could make sure you were alright.

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“Thank you for saving me.” You whispered later that night, in bed with Dean. You were laying with your head on his chest, looking up at him with a small smile. He looks down at you, whispering back, “I can’t live without you, of course I will always come and save you.” Even though that wasn’t a promise that was easy to keep, you knew Dean did everything he could to keep you safe, and you do the same in return. And that was all that mattered.

#supernatural #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #supernatural angst #supernatural fluff #supernatural imagines #dean winchester imagines #dean winchester #castiel #sam winchester

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I Will Always Save You

Summary: You get caught by a demon. Its up to Dean, Sam and Castiel to find you before its too late.

Pairing: Dean x reader

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel.

Warnings: My first fic ever (pls be kind), angst???, kidnapping, blood, torture, swearing, anxious dean.

Word count: 0.8k

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He grins as you grip his wrist, trying to free yourself. “This is simple, Y/N. I just need answers and then you’re free to go.”

“Fuck. You.” You spat back at him.

His hand tightens around your throat. “Wrong answer.”

–

“Where is she? She was supposed to be back an hour ago.” Dean paced across the motel room.

“Got it, it says she’s near a gas station.” Dean’s out the door before Sam finishes his sentence, quickly following after him.

–

“Fuck!”

Your car is found, parked at the gas station, door open and phone found on smashed on the ground.

They had been searching the area for a while when Cas showed up to help them look for you. It had been at least 8 hours since you had left so who knows where you could be.

“The gas station guy says the cameras are there just to scare off crooks, they don’t work.” Cas sighs. “And he said he didn’t see anything happen.”

—

“You’re just making this more difficult for yourself.”

You had been praying to Cas to come and find you, and praying that Dean and Sam were coming as well. But slowly you were losing hope.

With a sigh of relief from the both of you, Dean rushes to help you down. “She’s in here! I’ve got her!” He calls out.

“Is she okay?” Sam rushes in to help, Cas following closely behind. “I think so, just really beat up.”

Cas reaches foward as you are held in Deans arms, to exhausted and in pain to hold yourself up. He gently places two fingers on your forehead as a calm warmth comes over you, healing you.

“That should heal all her injuries but evidently not her exhaustion. Lets get her back to the motel room so she can rest up and eat something.”

Dean picks you up bridal style to carry you to the car, tossing Sam the keys for him to drive so Dean could make sure you were alright.

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