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Thank you, Supernatural, for everything.

#guys it’s actually over #it feels so strange #i feel like i’ve been watching spn like my whole life #it’s going to be so strange not having anymore #but i am actually really happy with how it ended #ik some people aren’t and i get why but i just am happy that our boys got a nice heaven and they’re smiling and they’re happy for once #i love this show sm it’s like it’s a part of me and i’m gonna miss it #thank you supernatural #it’s been a wild wild journey #i’m crying

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Supernatural 15.20 Carry On

#thank you spn ❤️ u have my heart #i’m crying again #15.20 #carry on #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural

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SUPERNATURAL MASTERLIST

sam winchester series ;

damaged (completed)

part II 

in which lucifer’s visions seem to be getting too much for sam to handle but y/n is there by his side no matter what happens, promising to help the best that she can. even if that means sacrificing herself in order to do so for the man she loves. (cliffhanger ending)

dean winchester series ;

trapped (completed)

part II 

part III  

in which demon!dean decides that he doesn’t fancy dean’s long term girlfriend, y/n, and makes a harsh attempt to get rid of her for good.

sam winchester one shots ;

gone (whether it was her loyalty and devotion to her family, her love for sam, or her arrogant and snarky behaviour towards the demon that kept her captive - something on that list got her killed)

sleepy studies (in which y/n keeps falling asleep on sam’s shoulders while they’re trying to do research)

scare (in which y/n injuring herself badly on a hunt ensues the kickoff of a fight brought on solely by sam being absolutely terrified to lose her)

hypotheticals (in which sam and y/n have teetered on the edge between friends and lovers for a long time, and tonight changes that.)

battle for breath (when meg comes back for revenge on the winchesters, she hauls sam’s body and makes the cruel and callous decision that hurting y/n will cause the most emotional devastation on the boys, especially sam. and so, cut to a week later - meg’s damage has been done and sam sits by your hospital bed, hoping and praying with all his heart that you’ll wake up soon, to be in his arms and to come home with him)

temporary rain (in which y/n feels that her new life with sam is temporary and sam reassures her otherwise)  

late morning rush (in which one stanford student finds herself late for one of her classes and takes the shortcut through the library. instead, she meets sam, and the raging blush on her cheeks and the shy smiles that are exchanged make her later than ever - but she doesn’t mind, not at all)

family (a wedding!)

dean winchester one shots ;

the edge of tonight (in which y/n realises that the mark of cain is slowly turning dean into something that he’s not, and so she’s immediately there to be there for him and to reel him back from the seemingly inevitable edge)

change (in which y/n’s life was lost, and dean can’t move on with his life, not without her)

it’s okay to be sad (in which y/n is going through a tough time and dean reminds her that it’s okay to be sad sometimes)

primadonna (in which y/n is massively misunderstood and it had started to get her down. but, it only gets worse when dean, himself, decides that he can’t handle her anymore either)

early mornings (insight to what dean and y/n’s mornings look like)

updated 11th august, 2017

heavily edited march 2021

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#cuties #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #misha collins #spn

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Family - Sam Winchester

summary; in which y/n and sam have been through a lot together. they’ve had their ups and downs, more than the average couple. I mean, what average couple has to deal with the devil on more than one occasion in their lifetime and have their lives put in danger almost every single day? but, in the end, they always find a way back to each other; they always find a way back to the love they’ll forever harbour for each other. a wedding!

warnings; none 

word count; 1.3k

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YOUR WIDE EYES caught a glimpse of a beaming Mary Winchester, in the long mirror where you were stood on shaky legs, eyeing your hair and makeup one last time before you gave her a giddy smile.

"I'm so nervous," You admitted, pivoting carefully in your heels to face her and capturing your plump bottom lip in between your teeth in an attempt to feel less jittery.

It was your big day, and you had woken up bright and early that morning with the sun's appeasing rays casting warmth across your smooth skin through the window of yours and Sam's bedroom. You had been alone, the two of you keen to at least try and be traditional despite the lives you had led before; the only thing that accompanied your lonesome was the incessant butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach.

Your soon-to-be mother-in-law had knocked on your door only ten minutes after you had awoken with a bright smile painted on her features, a bag assumingly full of supplies and beauty products hanging from her shoulder, and your four-year-old daughter sat firmly on her right hip.

"Mummy!" She had squealed in excitement, an ecstatic beam written on her lips as her arms shot out towards you. A glowing grin settled on your delicate features as you carefully took her out of Mary's safe hold, your daughter's little arms wrapping around your neck and squeezing you lightly.

"Hey, baby. Were you good for Nana last night?" Charlie nodded her head, expeditious, but your vibrant and joyous eyes travelled toward Mary to get confirmation instead.

"She was a little angel. As always," Mary gleamed.

"Thank you so much for having her. You're a lifesaver," A chuckle adequate of relief escaped past your lips as you brought her in for a swift side hug with your free arm, before beckoning her to come on in with her utensils and essentials for helping you get ready and achieve bride standard.

Now here she was, admiring her work from earlier on in the morning. Mary shot you a warm smile, her hand coming up to gently tuck a strand of your loosely wavy hair behind your ear and fixing your veil slightly. "I was nervous becoming a Winchester too. Don't worry, the legacy and reputation that the name brings might not be ideal, you knew that already, but Sam loves you with all his heart." She spoke softly, her voice calming like the sound of gentle waves bumping into the rocks on a summer's day. "Besides, even though you look breathtakingly beautiful, you could walk down that isle in sweatpants and Sam would still think you're the most gorgeous woman out there. He adores you, (Y/N). You and little Charlie."

A slight hue of pink tainted your cheeks at her kind words and a soft, gracious smile tugged at your lips and you clasped her hands in yours lightly, "Thank you, Mary, really. For everything."

A gentle rap of knuckles at the polished, white door interrupted the soft chatter and you glanced over your shoulder at the entrance, letting out a polite, "Come in!"

The door open slowly and a pair of forest green eyes captured your gaze as Dean popped his head around the wood, a bright smile adorning his features when he caught sight of you for the first time that day. "Hey! You look amazing, (Y/N/N)." He called cheerfully, letting his feet carry him towards where you and his mum stood and briefly pulling you into his brotherly arms and then his mother before continuing, "It's almost time. You ready?"

Mary squeezed your hand lightly, letting you know that she was going to leave you and Dean to go and find her seat in the ceremonial hall along with the other guests. Not that there were many guests; you and Sam had both happily agreed on a traditional, but small in numbers, kind of wedding. You mouthed another 'thank you' to her, shooting her another appreciative smile just after as she made her exit.

Turning to the side, you cast one last look at yourself in the reflective surface of the mirror, a shaky breath escaping your lungs as you delicately ran your fingertips over the intricate details of lace covering the upper half of your dress. The dress itself was beautiful, the long sleeves of lace and the ever so slight poof of the skirt making you feel the prettiest you ever had. You felt like a princess.

Your eyes darted nervously over your appearance: the soft waves in your silky hair, the neutral eye makeup completed with the small, sharp wing of eyeliner, the pale peach of your natural lips covered in a simple gloss, the glittering highlight tainting the tops of your cheekbones which set you aglow, the faint trace of a gleeful smile on your lips. You looked radiant, graceful, elegant. You looked happy.

You lightly clasped your neat bouquet of white, beautiful flowers in your hands, and turned to Dean with a definite nod - the action speaking louder than your shaky words could. "Let's go, m'lady," The older Winchester held his arm, clad in a dark, fitting suit, out toward you with a cheeky grin and you couldn't help but laugh at the over-dramatic gesture - already feeling your nerves slowly dissipating into the light air just by being in the presence of your best friend.

"Why thank you, kind sir," You played along, looping your arm through his with a contented chuckle and then, let him lead you down the hall to where the towering doors stood.

You exhaled another determined breath past your parted lips as you eyed them with glistening, vibrant irises. You could feel Dean's gaze watching you carefully, needing to know when you're good to go so he could give them the quick signal. His eyebrow quirked when you caught your (y/e/c) eyes with his green and shot him a grin, "I'm ready."

Then, the soft mellow music infiltrated your ears, and the doors opened.

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It seemed like the service had happened weeks ago, when in reality it had only happened a few hours prior.

The events had been playing in a loop in your head all throughout the warm, summer day. From walking down the aisle with Dean next to you, giving you away with a genuine smile painted on his lips at the thought of his brother and his best friend finally tying the knot.

And your little Charlie, skipping down the aisle in front of you, excitedly throwing the petals that filled her small, white wicker basket into the air and watching them fall and land faintly on the ground with a bright smile painting her delicate, rosy features.

And reaching the end of the aisle to meet your soon-to-be-husband, eyes teary and smiles wider than the two of you both thought you could ever smile. The vows that ensured a couple of heavy tears adequate with happiness to tip over your waterline and tumble down your cheeks; Jody made sure to come up to you afterwards and touch up your makeup for you just before the photos. Even your husband had to sniffle lightly in an attempt to conceal his emotions as he gently pushed the sparkling band of love onto your ring finger and vice versa.

"I love you," Sam had mumbled against your soft lips, and you both couldn't help but smile blissfully into the swift but passionate kiss. Your heart swelled in your chest as the syllables rang in your ears like bells chiming; you repeated the term of endearment with an utterly elated giggle before pulling away gradually and soaking in the people - your friends, your family, the people you loved - clapping and smiling toward you and the youngest Winchester.

Charlie had then ran up on her little legs to the front of the room as everyone began to chat happily among themselves and take photos, "Mummy! Daddy!" Her arms held up and a grin etched to her lips as Sam easily scooped her up into his warm hold - Dean, Cas, Jack and everyone who made your life worth living, looking at the scene with full hearts.

This is your family.

#supernatural #supernatural imagines #supernatural fic #supernatural one shot #spn #Sam Winchester #sam winchester fic #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester one shot #sam winchester imagines #dean winchester #dean winchester fic #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #spn fic #spn imagine #spn one shot #cas #castiel #castiel x reader #castiel imagine #Jared Padalecki #Jensen Ackles #Misha Collins #sam and dean #crowley #mary winchester

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Late Morning Rush — Sam Winchester

summary; in which one stanford student finds herself late for one of her classes and takes the shortcut through the library. instead, she meets sam, and the raging blush on her cheeks and the shy smiles that are exchanged make her later than ever - but she doesn’t mind, not at all. [201017]

warnings; swearing

word count;1.6k

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YOUR NORMAL, CONSECUTIVE morning routine never changed. Your annoying alarm tone screeching in your ears and provoking an over-dramatic groan to tumble from your lips as you considered staying in bed all day and not going to class. Today, that routine had been broken. There was an eerie absence of an alarm, not that you (piled under your blankets and snoring ever so softly) noticed.

You had woken up naturally, your eyes fluttering open and an inevitable yawn escaping. You found yourself burying your head further into the solace of your soft, feathery pillow to shade your irises from the sun's warm rays that seeped in through the window. You had almost fell back asleep, feeling so warm and comfortable, until a thought striked.

It was incredibly sunny for eight o'clock in the morning. In the middle of November.

The sudden realisation made your heart jump and spelled any sleep from your body. Your eyes snapped open and you shot up, flailing slightly as you shoved the blankets from you.

Your hands snatched up your phone from its place on your bedside table and roughly pressed the power button; the screen lit up and you eyed the illuminated numbers. 9:56 am. You had exactly four minutes to make it your psychology class. Your professor already thought bad of you for forgetting to hand in one essay a few weeks ago and being late, again, would just pile onto his list of reasons why he couldn't tolerate you. Plus, there was no way that anyone could do anything in under four minutes.

"Fuck," The curse fell from your lips in mumbles and then, the late morning rush began.

Haphazardly brushing the knots out of your hair, another inevitable string of curse words followed but eventually, you managed to throw your silky hair up into a ponytail. You shoved your glasses onto your face, knowing that you wouldn't have time to sit and poke at your eyes with your contacts before trying your best to brush your teeth and rummage through your closet for something to wear coherently, but simultaneously.

Four minutes had come and gone and it was already 9:20 am by the time you had successfully chapped your lips with your peach flavoured chapstick, grabbed all your books and slammed your door closed with a shallow huff, the puff of air whisking the loose, unkempt strands of hair that delicately framed your features around.

Your jean clad legs carried you rapidly down the corridors full of fatigued and enervated students, taking their time and trudging down the halls exasperatingly slow. Taking a quick break from dodging all the sluggish bodies, you eyed the busy stairway with narrowed orbs, mapping the grounds of the vast complex out in your mind - highlighting the quickest route to your class, instead.

When you were struck with the idea, you almost cursed at yourself again for not thinking of it sooner before taking off into a jog to the doors of the ample library that sat in the heart of Stanford's grounds. You flung the heavy, glass doors open and winced when your librarian shot you an irritated glare and grumbled under her breath at the sudden noise breaking through the comfortable quietness.

However, you continued on your trek when she finally looked away, peering down at her computer with a huff. Glancing swiftly at the big clock hanging on the far right wall, you didn't realise that you were heading straight into a firm chest until it was too late and a quiet yelp escaped past your lips and your books tumbled from your arms. They scattered across the floor with a thud, surely earning another scowl from the librarian but you were far too flustered to care at that point.

"Oh god! I'm sorry!" You immediately found yourself bending down, attempting to collect all your books quickly as you let out an embarrassed chuckle. You kept your head down, making sure the bits of loose hair covered the heat rising to your cheeks.  

"Hey, it's okay - my fault," Came the deep reply and your breath hitched in your throat at the unfamiliar but captivating sound. The faint hue of pink that tainted the apples of your cheeks deepened considerably as you gingerly glanced up at the tall boy through your lashes.

Then, came the stutters that fell from your lips as your fingers subconsciously came up to gently push your crooked glasses back up the bridge of your nose and set them straight. "No, really - I... I was late and wasn't looking where I was going. I-I'm so sorry. I'm literally a walking disaster, jeez."

The sound of his deep laugh filled your ears at your shy ramblings before he held out his arm towards you; your wide eyes tentatively followed his movement to where one of your books held delicately in his large hand and a sweet smile edged at the corners of his lips.

Another wave of heat blossomed across your features at his simple, kind action, setting your skin aglow once again. "Uh - thank you," Shyly chuckling, you took the book from him - trying desperately to ignore and not acknowledge the fact that your fingers lightly brushed against his during collection.

Seeming to have forgotten that you had somewhere to be, you sent him a gentle and kind smile before snatching up the brave attribute that lingered in the air and deciding to take a leap of faith. "So, I... Um- I haven't seen you around here before," You commented, being completely honest. You were pretty sure that if you had seen the particularly tall boy, his piercing hazel eyes and his dark locks before, you'd sure as hell would've remembered it.

His captivating smile widened as he peered down at you, his hazel irises holding yours endearingly, "Yeah, I moved here recently." You nodded along with him, not sure what you should say next until he spoke up again, his tone teasing, "Could use some help getting to know the campus, though."

And although you were pretty sure that he was directing his comment towards you, you couldn't help but feel uneasy and out of place to be making suggestions. However, you decided to brave through your query nevertheless, "W-well, I could - uh... I could show you around, maybe, sometime?" With raging red colouring your cheeks once again, your shy gaze travelled back to the floor - embarrassed by the clumsiness of your stutters.

You found yourself readjusting the mass of books in your arms and continuously tucking strands and wisps of your soft hair behind your ear every so often as a distraction from the bumbling mess that you'd put yourself in. His quiet laugh rang through your ears and your eyes snapped up to meet his - terrified that he was laughing at you. But, when his hazel caught your (y/e/c), you knew that wasn't the case and the hot blush painting your features slowly began to fade.

"I'd like that," His teeth delicately encased his bottom lip as he tried to reign in the grin that was threatening to take over his features as he listened to you adorably ramble away. "I'm Sam."

You let out a calm and almost relieved breath of air that you didn't realise you were keeping imprisoned as he introduced himself. "Sam," You spoke gently, his name rolling off your tongue as you tested it out. It suited him, you unspokenly decided. He, also, unspokenly decided that he liked the way his name tumbled from your lips, adequate with hope, potential, promise.

"(Y/N)," You muttered with a sweet smile plastered on your lips, the bashful and reserved feelings from prior completely erased. The way he peered down at you and the smile tugging at his lips, you felt at ease with him already. You could tell he was nothing but nice. A breath of fresh air. And he was undeniably cute.

"Well, (Y/N), can I walk you to whatever is left of the class you were basically sprinting to earlier?" The grin written on his lips widened, a deep chuckle in his throat as he eyed your reaction.

"Oh, shit," Came the reply once you looked towards the large, ticking clock. Your eyes widened. But truth was, despite your words of realisation, you couldn't find it in yourself to really care that you had missed yet another class. Letting a breathy laugh escape, you gave Sam an innocent smile, accompanied by an innocuous shrug of your shoulders. "Well, I only have ten minutes of that class left, anyway. I could skip the rest? For you," Impressed by your sudden surging confidence and boldness, you found yourself chuckling under your minty breath at your words right after. Sam, himself, was also slightly stunned by your change of persona - the confidence and courage suddenly rolling off you in waves had him attracted to you even more so now.

"You'd skip just for me?" He repeated, the mock of an astonished tug at his lips presented itself, "I'm honoured."

A bubble of laughter escaped, accompanied by an amused roll of your eyes and a teasing smirk, "Well, you've already kept me here long enough. You're a bad influence."

"Hm," He hummed lightly, jokingly agreeing with your statement. "Lead the way," Sam beamed blissfully, gesturing for you to take the lead. His eyes followed you as you turned around, glancing over your shoulder at him with a glint in your eyes. He was compelled to trail after you through the busy library, his stomach doing flips with excitement.

What a morning, you both found yourselves thinking, feeling optimistic in the most delightful way.

#supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural one shot #supernatural imagines #spn fic #spn imagine #Sam Winchester #sam winchester fic #sam winchester one shot #sam winchester imagines #sam and dean #dean winchester #cas #castiel #castiel novak #mary winchester #crowley #Jared Padalecki #Jensen Ackles #Misha Collins #stanford!sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #sam x reader

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sleepy studies is hidden because it’s “adult content”. is there anyway to fix this??

sorry i didn’t realise! i’ll try to appeal it. thank u for letting me know hun x

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Will you ever do a part 2 to primadonna?? It's one of my favorite stories of yours, every time I read it I cry because they way the argument is written is so well done!!

i don’t think i’ll be doing a part two, i stand by that y/n is trying to turn her life around and they know that the relationship with dean was somewhat toxic so i don’t think they would be anywhere to go with a part two because y/n wouldn’t get back with him. sorry! thank you for reading and enjoying though!!!

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I've just finished your blog from top to bottom, i love it

hey thank you !! i’m on a little hiatus rn to work through some stuff but i’m glad you still like it :))

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I can hardly look at the kid! Because when I do, all I see is everybody we’ve lost!

#dean i stg #hes being unfair and i hate it #spn

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Mom said I could be good. That I had the choice to be good, that it was up to me. But she’s dead… because of me. I’ve only been on earth for a few days and I’ve already hurt people. I’ve already done bad things. And no matter how hard I try, I can’t- I can’t do the one good, stupid thing you want me to. So, I must be evil.

#still crying #bless him #let him be happy #jack kline #sam winchester #spn

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#MY BOY #FINALLY #castiel #spn

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MOOD

SOMEONE EXPLAIN HOW THE BEAUTIFUL MOOSE CALLED SAM WINCHESTER HAS THIS BIG OF A HEART AND MAKES ME CRY THIS HARD

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“Jack, when you did use your powers, what was it like?”

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Supernatural cast on their characters’ catch phrases

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Supernatural S12 + Dean Winchester

What we do, you can’t learn this crap in a book. You put on a flannel, you pick up a gun, you go out there. Either you get good fast, or you get dead faster.

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Jared on Jimmy Kimmel Live! 10/12/17

#pretty pretty pretty #jared padalecki