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[supernaturalfreewill]

Happy Flashback Friday!

“We’re NOT doing that, Dean! It’s a complete suicide mission! And there is no guarantee that it’s going to actually work,” Sam yelled.

“Well, I don’t hear any bright ideas coming out of your mouth,” Dean responded angrily. 

“Well, regardless, we are not doing that. It’s insane. And it’s not just me who thinks that! Ask Cas!” Sam urged. The brothers were having a serious disagreement about what the next plan of action should be. They both turned and looked at the angel.

Dean frowned. “He’s not even listening. Cas!” A pause. “Hey! Cas!” Dean pushed the angel in the shoulder until his blue eyes snapped over to the Winchesters who were both staring at him expectantly. “What the hell, man? This is important.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, but his eyes flickered back over to stare at the heavy metal door leading outside. “I’m listening,” he said.

Sam ran a hand back through his hair in frustration. “No. You’re not listening. You’ve been staring at the door since you got here.”

“Leave him alone, Sam,” Dean said, his voice significantly softened. “Let’s just–we’ll wait until Y/N gets back. You know he can’t focus right now.”

Cas looked at Dean in mild surprise. He was apparently much more transparent than he thought. “Y/N?” he said,

“Yeah. Y/N,” Dean repeated. “Romeo.”

#castiel #cass #cas fluff #cas x reader #cas x you #castiel x y/n #castiel fanfics #cas drabbles #spn imagines #spn drabbles

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Dean and Cas had stepped out into the other room and were having some kind of intense discussion, leaving you alone with Sam in the library. You felt his eyes on you and when you turned to look, his expression was uneasy.

"Do you want me to tell you?" he asked suddenly.

"What?"

He sighed, the corners of his mouth turning downward in an anxious frown. "You've lost your memory, but you're not stupid. We're keeping you in the dark about something. Do you want me to tell you?"

You were puzzled. "...Why? Why would you do that if no one else will? I'm sure there's some reason for not telling me." But your heart was pounding and you were starting to feel a little sick. "So why tell me now?"

Sam looked troubled. "Because—because I think you deserve to know. And I—I care about you and what happens to you. I just... don't feel right keeping it from you anymore. I don't think it's fair and I don't think it's the right call."

You were suddenly fixated on something completely new and not whatever this mysterious, vague cloud was. "But you hardly know me," you said, peering at Sam curiously.

He sighed and ran a hand over his face. "That's just it actually..."

"What do you mean?" Footsteps were approaching behind you and you looked over your shoulder to see Dean and Cas on their way back into the library.

Sam didn't respond, but the unsettled look on his face stayed for the rest of the night.

A/N: Oooooh now I wanna write this as a whole ass fic ya'll OoOooOooOo!

#sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester imagines #sam winchester drabbles #sam winchester x y/n #sam winchester x you #supernatural #spn drabbles

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Was it the late hour? The lack of sleep? The night cap of bourbon? Some sweet, sweet combination? You didn't know and you didn't care. Dean had just kissed you.

"Damn... we should've been doing this ages ago. I'm sorry I was so stupid for so long," he breathed, his green eyes flickering between yours. His hands were light on your waist.

"Shut up," you smiled, leaning in to kiss him again. He pulled you against his body and your arms naturally looped around his neck.

He suddenly broke the deep kiss and pulled back, leaving you wanting more. "No, I mean, are you sure about this? You really have no idea how stupid I can be," he said. You could feel the rumble of his voice in his chest.

You laughed lightly. "Dean. Yes, I do. And I'm still here. So, shut up and kiss me again."

No arguing with that...

Prompt: "You have no idea how stupid I can really be." / "Yes, I do. And I'm still here. So shut up."

#dean winchester #supernatural #dean drabbles #dean winchester fluff #spn fluff #dean winchester imagines #dean bean

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You opened your eyes to see a bland white ceiling. It didn't take you long to guess where you were. The IV in one arm and heart rate monitor quickly confirmed your guess. You pushed yourself up in your bed and then heard a familiar and soothing voice nearby.

"I'm so glad you're awake." The voice belonged to Cas and when you turned to look at him he had a teary smile on his face, but his brow was still creased with worry.

"Cas," you breathed, smiling back and relaxing some, now that you knew he was nearby.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, getting up and coming over to stand at the side of your bed.

"Okay, I guess. All things considered..."

He looked grim for a moment, his mouth turning down in a regretful frown. "I'm sorry I couldn't—I wish I could just—"

"I know. It's okay," you said, reassuring him. Without his grace, you knew how helpless he felt. To sit by when you were hurt so seriously, at first not even knowing if you'd pull through, had been agony for the angel. Glancing around, looking for signs of Sam and Dean, you finally noticed the bouquets of flowers and cards that seemed littered across every surface. "...where'd this all come from?" you asked with surprise.

"Well... you have admirers, apparently."

You noted that he didn't seem particularly happy about it.

"Obviously we tried to keep everything that happened a complete secret. So, naturally it leaked out into the hunting community," Cas explained. "These all started showing up the day after you arrived here." He fiddled with a stray leaf that had dropped off the nearest bouquet.

You quirked an eyebrow up at the somewhat sour expression on his face. "Cas..." He looked over at you again, his blue eyes as bright as ever. "Do you really think I'm suddenly going to fall for some random hunter because they sent me a bunch of flowers or a cheesy 'get well' card?"

He looked a little stunned. The angel tended to forget that you were far better at reading him than most.

"You're the one who was sitting here at my bedside, as I'm sure you have been this whole time," you said, giving him a fond smile. "If you still haven't figured it out, I only have eyes for you. I guess something about almost dying makes me want to tell you very clearly."

Cas gulped. A weight seemed to lift off him.

You shifted yourself over carefully to make a little room on the edge of your bed. "Come sit up here with me. Please?"

He would never refuse such a request, especially with you still looking small in the hospital bed and a little pale. All he wanted was to be by your side and make sure you felt safe and cared for.

Prompt: "...where did all this come from?" / "You have admirers, apparently."

#castiel fluff #jealous!cas #cas x reader #castiel drabbles #supernatural fluff #spn #supernatural #castiel x you

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Happy Flashback Friday!

“Hello, dove,” Crowley said to you as he suddenly appeared, glass of Scotch in hand. “Oh hello, Crowley,” you said. You really weren’t in the mood to deal with the King of Hell at the moment. “I’ll be in my room,” you said to Sam, gathering up your books and papers and breezing past Crowley, even as you felt his eyes follow you the whole way. “Was it something I said?” Crowley asked after you had disappeared around the corner. “So I get ‘moose’ and Y/N gets ‘dove’?” “Yes, moose. Y/N is far more attractive and intriguing than your lumbering self,” Crowley said without missing a beat. He took a sip of Scotch. “I do hope your new side-kick will be sticking around,” he said, using his free hand to run the scarf you had left behind over the back of your chair through his fingers. Sam watched the action and and could feel his patience wearing thin. “Go away, Crowley. And leave Y/N alone.”

“Oooh. I’ve got goosebumps, moose,” Crowley said, unphased by Sam’s annoyance.  “I sincerely doubt that Y/N is interested in the King of Hell,” Sam said.

Crowley raised his eyebrows. “Oh, I see. The moose has feelings. Well, good luck. If Y/N goes for awkward small talk, disturbingly co-dependent relationships between brothers, emotional whining, and puppy dog eyes then you have it in the bag.” Sam glared at Crowley and did his best to ignore the fire blooming in his chest. “Get out.”

#crowley #samxreader #sam winchester #spn imagines #sammy imagines #crowleyxreader #supernatural

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Seeing your posts pop up on my dash is like sunshine on a cloudy day ☀️☁️💛

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"If I know anything about the Winchester boys, it's that they absolutely can't resist rushing to save one of their own. And that's where you come in, sweetheart." Azazel's yellow eyes flashed in the darkness and another shudder ran up your spine as he approached again with his knife out.

"You make such cute noises when you're hurt. Tell me—has anyone ever touched you with kindness—" he broke off, pressing the point of his knife to the soft divot of flesh at the bottom of your neck, "or is your life only for suffering?" He smiled and you wished you could recoil, but the way you were being held left most movement unattainable. You summoned whatever courage you had left in you and blinked away the blood running into your eye.

"You're right. Sam and Dean will come here, but they're not stupid enough to fall for this as a trap and there's no way they'll let you get away with everything you've done. You're time is almost up."

The yellow-eyed demon only smiled and flicked the knife in his hand just enough to draw a little drop of blood. "We'll see," he said, smiling cruelly. "We'll see."

Prompt: "You make such cute noises when you're hurt. Tell me—has anyone ever touched you with kindness, or is your life only for suffering?" A/N: Azazel for Supporting Character Saturday! Not sure I've ever written him before!

#azazel #the baddie #supernatural imagines #sam winchester #dean winchester

[supernaturalfreewill]

Happy Flashback Friday!

He sneezed. That’s what did it. Right in the middle of the incantation, Sam sneezed.

You were suddenly propelled violently backwards and hit the wall hard enough to knock the wind out of you for a few seconds, but you weren’t seriously hurt.

Sam was immediately rushing over to you, having flung the book down instantly. “Hey! Hey, hey! Are you alright?” He knelt beside you. “I am SO sorry! Oh my God… I am so sorry! I couldn’t help it–I had to sneeze and I–are you alright?”

You looked up at him and gave him a vague smile. “Moosha ferfer blin gobcha,” you said, making sure your voice sounded a little airy.

Sam’s eyes went as wide as saucers. “…What?”

You shrugged and rubbed the back of your head, muttering more gibberish.

Sam stared at you, completely at a loss. “Oh shit… Shit!” He jumped up and rushed over to the spell book, flipping as fast as he could to the page with the spell on, searching it frantically for some instruction on what to do if things went wrong.

You had meant to continue the ruse for longer, but you couldn’t contain your laughter and felt a little bad that he was freaking out… You busted out laughing and Sam still looked over at you like you were a maniac.

“I’m so sorry! SHIT! I’ll–We’ll figure this out! DEAN! CAS!”

You laughed even harder and pulled yourself to your feet. “Sam,” you choked out between giggles.

“Uh huh?” he responded thoughtlessly still flipping through the book.

“Sam!”

His eyes snapped back to your face and you were grinning at him. You raised your eyebrows at him, knowing he finally caught on.

“I’m fine. I was just messing with you…”

He let out a relieved breath and leaned on the book on the table heavily. “You’re alright? You’re sure?” he asked, his voice still laced with concern.

You nodded and laughed again. “You nearly knocked me into next week but, yeah. I’m fine. Really.”

Sam let out another breath he had been holding in. “Good,” he said, “because you are DEAD!” He was tearing across the room to get at you.

All you could do was laugh and scream, and run away, knowing he’d catch you in an instant…

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Dean Winchester x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her "I don't know what to do, Sam! These feelings—it's like I'm out of control! I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't think of anything except for her and it is scaring the shit out of me." He was pacing back and forth across the library. His whiskey sat abandoned on the coffee table—a definite sign that he was completely distressed. He rubbed a hand over his face, at a loss. "What do I do? I don't..."

"Dean—there's a reason they call it falling for someone. It can be intense and yeah, scary sometimes. But it is also worth it with the right person. And you and Y/N... it's right," he laughed. "I think all of us have known that for a long time except the two of you. You have to tell her."

Dean froze, sighed, and then seized his glass of whiskey and downed it in one gulp. "Damn, I hate it when you're right, Sam. But when you're right, you're right..."

Prompt: "There's a reason they call it falling for someone."

#dean winchester #dean winchester imagines #dean winchester drabbles #supernatural #spn

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"I'm sorry. I—I wanted to tell you sooner. Sam and Dean didn't think it was a good idea." Cas took an exploratory step toward you, his expression apologetic and concerned. You seemed frozen. "You're—you're freaking out right now, aren't you?" he asked, his brow furrowing even lower over his bright blue eyes, the same eyes you'd just seen glow cobalt.

You gulped, your eyes still wide. "Only on the inside," you muttered. "You're—you have—your wings—" you stammered.

Now, Cas was the one surprised. "You could see them?" he asked.

You nodded urgently. "I can't believe this is happening. You're an angel. You're an actual angel. What the hell?"

"Y/N, you could see my wings?" he asked again.

You nodded. "Yes. Isn't that—normal? You just told me you're an angel. And then you just did something... with the glowing and the— Shouldn't I be able to see them?"

Cas shook his head. "No one has ever been able to see them before."

"What do you mean?"

"A human being able to see an angel's wings is—" he searched for the right word, "—significant," he said.

You nodded and tried to pull in a deep breath but you were feeling suddenly lightheaded. "I think I need to sit down."

Cas was there in an instant, immensely concerned, and helped you settle into the couch.

Prompt: "you're freaking out right now, aren't you?" / "only on the inside."

#castiel #cas drabbles #cass #cas x reader #castiel imagines #spn imagines #supernatural #spn drabbles

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"What are you doing? Hey—Y/N!" Dean jogged over and saw you tossing your gear into the trunk of your car. Sam wasn't far behind him.

"You're leaving?" Sam asked, eyeing your duffel bag already loaded and watching as you slammed the trunk. "We need you," he emphasized.

You fiddled with your keys. "Look, I'm staying well enough away from... that. I've seen all this before and I know where it leads. Not interested," you said pulling the driver side door open. The Winchester brothers drifted after you.

Sam sighed heavily. "I get all that, I do. I understand. But we really need you on this one. Without you, our chance of success is—"

"Zero!" Dean interrupted. "We need your freaky psychic mumbojumbo or we're going to be turned into—vapor! Mincemeat!"

Sam shot him an annoyed look. "Not. Helping." He pushed a hand back through his hair and fixed his earnest eyes on you. "If you really can't do this, it's okay. We'll figure something else out."

Dean threw his hands up and paced a tight circle.

"But you know we'd never ask you to do anything that we knew you couldn't handle."

You looked up at him and his expression was so sincere, his eyes so soft, you felt yourself melting. You sighed and closed your eyes, leaning on your still-open driver's door. "Fuck," you murmured. "Fine! But one of these days I'm going to build up enough immunity to those Sam Winchester puppy-dog eyes and be able to actually say no to you!"

Sam smiled and actually let out a light laugh, relieved. "Thank you. You don't know what this means to us."

"Yeah, yeah..." you waved him off, popping your trunk again. "You two can carry all my shit back inside then..."

Prompt: "I'm staying well enough away from... that. I've seen all this before and I know where it leads."

#sam winchester x reader #dean winchester #the winchester brothers #spn imagines #sam winchester drabbles #sam imagines #sammy the moose

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Hey babes, was there ever an 11th part to the wrong bed? I noticed that you had a few posts saying there was but the masterlist shows the 10th as the conclusion.

Much love 💕 I’ve always enjoyed your writing! One of my fav blogs

Yeah, the Master List is royally fucked up for some reason (links going to wrong places etc) and woefully behind. BUT I FISHED UP PART 11 for you! The Wrong Bed - Part 11

AND AWW THANK YOU SO MUCH! I'm def not as active anymore, but I'm so glad you keep coming back to my fics! <3 love to YOU!

#sammy series #sam winchester #supernatural

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UPDATE YA'LL

PLAGIARISM RED FLAG ALERT INCOMING!!!

THIS ACCOUNT is plagiarizing creators' work. They stole two of my drabbles from 2021 and posted them in August of 2023. I will be posting more details very shortly with evidence. Thank you to the anon who brought this person to my attention. This is not their first offense... they have already had accounts removed from Tumblr due to plagiarizing creators. (see https://www.tumblr.com/meggsngrits/744358130218090496?source=share)

DO NOT send hate to this person, but if you are a creator, check to see if your work has been stolen, feel free to contact them for removal of it, and be sure to BLOCK THEM AND SPREAD THE WORD.

Ya'll.... I fuckin' can't with this shit... I'd rather be working on my fics than dealing with this shit but here we are. Now I also have to put a statement in my pinned post that I shouldn't have to: I DO NOT give anyone the permission to copy or repost my work anywhere, within tumblr or without. Minor changes to sentence structure and swapping out a few words or adding a few sentences IS STILL PLAGIARISM.

#plagiarism #plagiarism alert

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the user @just-a-fanvergent-fangirl has been known by other multi-fandom usernames before and had their accounts deleted because they were doing this previously... They have also used the same plagiarized content on YouTube under the username Fandoms Galore. I asked them to remove two videos reading the content they plagiarized from me. They know exactly what they are doing wrong and I feel no qualms about putting them on blast. please reblog this and check out this post from my other blog which has exact evidence of their plagiarizing to spread awareness for your fandom and your creators.

It's bad enough we have to worry about fucking AI skimming our shit, human beings know better...

Sorry to hit you with this and not new fanfic. Trust me, I'd rather be writing. New imagines coming for you soon babies. Sorry to slam this on your dash....

PLAGIARISM RED FLAG ALERT INCOMING!!!

THIS ACCOUNT is plagiarizing creators' work. They stole two of my drabbles from 2021 and posted them in August of 2023. I will be posting more details very shortly with evidence. Thank you to the anon who brought this person to my attention. This is not their first offense... they have already had accounts removed from Tumblr due to plagiarizing creators. (see https://www.tumblr.com/meggsngrits/744358130218090496?source=share)

DO NOT send hate to this person, but if you are a creator, check to see if your work has been stolen, feel free to contact them for removal of it, and be sure to BLOCK THEM AND SPREAD THE WORD.

Ya'll.... I fuckin' can't with this shit... I'd rather be working on my fics than dealing with this shit but here we are. Now I also have to put a statement in my pinned post that I shouldn't have to: I DO NOT give anyone the permission to copy or repost my work anywhere, within tumblr or without. Minor changes to sentence structure and swapping out a few words or adding a few sentences IS STILL PLAGIARISM.

#fandoms #plagirism alert #attention creators #staff

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Dean pressed the washcloth to the cut in his eyebrow. "How did I know you were going to punch that guy out?"

You adjusted the ice pack over your swollen knuckles. "Of course I was! He was fucking with you and he called me 'cutie'..." You wrinkled your nose in disgust and drew a laugh from Dean. "I'm nothing if not consistent."

Dean shook his head, a small smile on his lips as he studied you. "Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass," he joked.

"Hey! Don't kid yourself, Winchester. You like it," you replied with a smirk that had Dean's heart jumping.

Another deep laugh rumbled up out of his and he ducked his head. His tongue flicked out over his bottom lip. "Yeah. Yeah, I do," he agreed, nodding.

Now your heart was jumping too.

Prompt: "I'm nothing if not consistent." / "Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass."

#dean winchester #dean imagines #dean drabbles #spn imagines #supernatural #fanfic writers

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Summary: Ash trying to flirt with Sam and Dean's sister is just... *chef's kiss* too good haha Protective!Dean activated too XD "Ash!" Dean called out, bursting into the Roadhouse. "We're back! It's been—" he checked his watch, "—sixteen hours and 40 minutes! Just exactly what you said you needed..." he trailed off.

You followed your brothers in and strained your hearing, glancing curiously around the dimly lit bar. Sam sunk down on a bar stool next to you. There was a commotion in the back room and some muttered words and dull thumps before the door absolutely burst open and the mullet-wearing redneck genius strutted in. "Sam, Dean," he drawled, a crooked smile growing on his face. "Oh—" he started, suddenly seeing you sitting there with your brothers on either side of you. He flipped his long hair back over his shoulder and leaned on the counter. "And who might this be?" he asked, smiling right at you. "You're just about as fine as frog hair split four ways..."

You could only laugh a little and smile back somewhat awkwardly. "Is—is that a compliment?"

Ash nodded. "Of course it is. Can I get ya somethin' to drink?"

Dean snapped his fingers in front of Ash's face. "Hey! Take it easy Redneck Romeo! She's our sister," he said, his voice going down to its deepest register, his protectiveness adding an extra layer of gravel to it.

"Yer sister?" Ash asked, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. "Well, hell, boys. Seems like you forgot to mention that. If ya'd told me she was comin' I woulda gotten myself gussied up for just such an occasion." Sam pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Ash... about the case..."

"Right. Right... the case..."

Happy Supporting Character Saturday! I miss Ash and his antics <3 He deserved better than what he got... (like so many in the show *sobs*)

#ash #supernatural #ash imagines #ash drabbles #spn drabbles

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I’m a long time follower and lurker lol I’m not really a part of the spn fandom anymore but I still have notifications on your account and reread your works regularly, you and your writing have a very special place in my heart 🫶

I was wondering, do you write for any other fandoms currently? If not that’s cool! Was just curious! Love you!

(Not sure if you remember me but it’s Tab ☺️)

OF COURSE I REMEMBER YOU, TAB! 💛💛💛 I'm not just saying that either. You were semi-regular in my inbox back in the day! It's so good to hear from you 🥹 so many of the old crew from the beginning of this blog feel like internet children or something to me haha

I'm not as consistent on here anymore as I'd like to be, adult life being what it is and wandering hyper fixations as they are 😂 I do have another very active fanfic blog for Daryl Dixon from The Walking Dead universe @daryl-dixon-daydreams that I post drabbles on every day, and often new longer fics and series. I'm pretty proud of my work over there too, but Supernatural always has my heart ❤️