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spn-fanfic-reblog-writes · 1 year

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I posted 2,655 times in 2022

That's 2,655 more posts than 2021!

88 posts created (3%)

2,567 posts reblogged (97%)

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I tagged 971 of my posts in 2022

#supernatural - 388 posts

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#to be read list - 208 posts

#destiel - 205 posts

#spn - 200 posts

#castiel - 186 posts

#sam winchester - 140 posts

#deancas - 125 posts

#jib12 - 106 posts

#jensen ackles - 88 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#disguising trash quality screencaps with the plastic wrap filter to try to make them look 'storybook' instead of just grainy? it's what i do

My Top Posts in 2022:

Imagine waking up in the middle of the night to find Dean with his arm wrapped around you. A welcoming surprising pleasure that leaves you curious. You wonder why he is even here. You didn’t go to bed with him in your bed.

Shrugging, you’re taking advantage of the situation and turn into him to snuggle. He quietly groans and lays on his back dragging you on to his chest, partially. Smiling, you place your hands on his chest and turn your head on its side to listen to his heartbeat. Closing your eyes, you sigh contently and rub your face on his chest loving his natural smell. His other hand rubs your back which causes you to tense and confuse you.

Did he wake up? You lift your head and look at him, despite the darkness, the little bit of light from the hallway peaks through from under the door.

“Are you awake?” You whisper.

A sudden chuckle is felt then heard. “Yes,” he whisper back in a deep and sleepy voice.

“Did I wake you?”

“I’m a light sleeper. Everything wakes me.”

“Is this ok?” You ask, suddenly wondering if you remaining on his chest is ok or not.

You can hear the smile on his face as he says, “Yes.”

You lay your head back down.

Dean continues rubbing your back with one hand and having his other arm across your lower back.

I could get used this, you think to yourself.

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Day 15: Laugh(ter)

Jared walks on to set and sees Jensen just laugh-hissing. He looks around for Misha. Jensen only laughs like this when Misha tells a (dad) joke or story.

A few scenes later, Jared cannot help but point out…

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45 notes - Posted September 15, 2022

Hi, dear!

First of all, happy birthday again! 🥳 Hope you're having a great day 🤗

Second, for your birthday challenge, I chose the characters Reader and Dean Winchester, and prompts 25, 30 and 44.

Can't wait to read what you'll come up with 😁

❤

Thanks for the request! You’re the third one! Yay!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Prompts:

25. Do you want me to stop?

30. If something were to happen to you… I don’t think I could take it

44. I might have slept with your robe while you were gone (Sorry!)

Magic dust

WC: ~3K

Warning: fluff. Smut. NSFW. 18+

Author Note: I chose to make them: Plus Size!F!Reader. I hope that is ok? Third one! Yay! I hope you like it. Tenses charged are an issue. Enjoy!

Author Note #2: I apologize. It’s supposed to be a drabble and went much longer. I wasn’t able to get the third one in but when I have more time, might see about doing a part 2. This was fun!

Y/N knew the brothers first by reputation then introduced by Bobby a few years back when she ran into a pair of lamias. The hunt ended well and Y/N enjoyed the craziness of the case with them as they did with her, so they have remained in contact since.

It had been months since Y/N and the Winchesters had hunted together. She had picked up a weird case in a typical suburban area that she couldn’t put her finger on, so she gave up after two weeks and called them for help.

They drove in and met at her hotel room. When they came up to the third floor and knocked, having seen your old Ford Escape was there, but Y/N didn’t answer. They exchanged a look between them and Dean pounded on the door as Sam called you. Still silent except for your ringtone coming from inside the room—one that Dean had recommended for their ringtone of Metallica he liked. Dean moved to the side and drew his gun as Sam backed up doing the same and then kicked the door in.

Y/N laid across the closest queen size bed to the door. A small open box fell on to the bed next to her. Dean ran up to and kept beside her to check her pulse, “She good.” Sam with his gun at the ready checked the small hotel room, “All clear.” He went and closed the door while Dean checked her out.

She was in a pale pink tank top and blue jeans tucked into calf-high black boots. Sam quickly searched in the closet and under the bed and drawers, “Dean.” A hex bag in his hand and anger began to cross his features. He opened and tore up the bag then trashed it.

Dean looked very confused at the bag then at Sam and motioned for him to look at her, “Y/N has pink stuff on her.”

Sam looked at him, “What?” He leaned over her and looked carefully, a fine pink powder dusted much of her face and neck. He saw a pen on the nightstand and took it using it like a stick to turn the box upright. “Whatever it is, it was in the box,” Sam stated.

Dean glanced at the box then back to Y/N. “Maybe after cleaning it off, she’ll wake up?” Dean questioned out loud and moved to the bathroom before Sam could reply to get a wet washcloth. He returned with a warm, wet washcloth and a dry one and started gently to wipe her face and neck off.

Y/N began to stir, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and with a quietly sleepy voice she said , “Stop” as she tried to move her face from the washcloth. She attempted to lift her hands but struggled. Dean smirked at her reaction thinking it was cute. “You got whammied, Y/N.” He said as he wiped where he had removed the powder with the dry washcloth. Her eyes fluttered for a few seconds. When she finally opened her eyes and saw Dean’s face, she smiled brightly at him, “Hey.”

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I saw this gif and saved it but can’t find the damned post again. Someone explain this to me?

Jensen is like ya and wanna kiss, then Misha is like oh me too and Ruth is like haha; caught that.

When and where was this? Is there a clearer gif or video?

This is the first time I’d actually believe cockles being potentially real.

104 notes - Posted August 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

👆This looks just like this 👇

And I just learned this is the straddlegate hashtag that I’ve periodically see .

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plaidstiel-wormstache · 4 years

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My Hero

Summary: When Sam gets hurt on a hunt, Dean learns the truth about Reader, and Reader learns something new about Sam. Word Count: 1524 Characters: Reader, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, monsters, doctors Warnings: Blood, surgical type “gore”, supernatural violence, fluff, crack A/N: this was for the UnFic Challenge by @spnfanficpond Beta’d by @butiaintgonnaloveem (Gif should be reversed!)

Sam went soaring past me, crashing through the door frame and slamming into the wall, slumping to the ground. "Sam!" I yelled, running to his side, lifting him up, gingerly, to sitting. I looked up at Dean, his eyes still roaming the hall and doorway where Sam had come from. "There's two." Sam coughed out. Dean glanced down as I quickly assessed Sam, he was clearly favouring one side of his body, possible broken ribs. "Stay here, we've got this." Dean instructed. He nodded once at me. I placed a hand on Sam's shoulder as I stood up straight, but he grabbed my wrist as I turned to leave. "Be careful." He wheezed. I smiled and turned, I wouldn't make promises I didn't know I could keep.

I tapped Dean's shoulder as I caught up, stilling outside the doorway for a breath, then we entered the room. He swept right, I swept left and then we swung around, covering our backs. But it didn't matter. The monster was holding himself in the beamwork of the ceiling. The ceiling! As it took Dean out, his gun went flying and they were suddenly grappling on the floor near my feet. But Sam had said two, and I looked up, gun following my line of sight, and there it was. I managed to get off a round as it launched, the controlled pounce turning into a free fall, but it wasn’t dead yet. The gun went sliding along the floor as we both fell to the ground. With adrenaline coursing through my body I managed to beat the beast to the knife strapped to my thigh, and plunged it deep into its chest. It gargled and whined, then went limp. I pushed it off and clambered to the closest gun, turning with it gripped tightly in my hands. The other monster had Dean by the neck, clearly winning the fight. I didn’t hesitate, I trusted my aim, and it collapsed to the side, rolling off Dean. Two monsters dead, all to worry about now was Sam.

I ran out of the room, and dropped to my knees at Sam's side; he had a trickle of blood over his lip and down his chin, he'd paled and his breathing was even shallower than when I'd left. "Sam?" I breathed, running my hand over his hair, brushing it off his face. He tried to smile at me but spluttered, producing more blood. My mind slowed down, everything happened as if in slow motion, my body calmed, my hands steadied; I pulled at his shirt, lifting it up to reveal the cause of the damage, he had a large, purple bruise positioned over his ribs. Broken, as I’d suspected, but with the shallow breathing, he'd probably punctured his lung. I was made aware of Dean's presence by the sharp intake of breath and the low call of Sam's name as he saw the bruise. "I'm sorry Sammy, this is gonna hurt." I said, his eyes widened and looked to Dean for help but I was already reeling back. I punched him - hard. One punch placed perfectly could knock even Mike Tyson out, and I'd landed it. He dropped into my awaiting hand. "What are you--” “Knife.” I demanded. He looked confused, not catching on, “Knife!” He startled, but pulled the clean blade from the back of his waistband, placing it into my awaiting hand. "I need alcohol, whatever kinda spirit you have in the car." I told him, and this time he moved fast. I lowered Sam to the ground, maneuvering him gingerly, so he was lying flat. I unbuttoned his shirt and cut a slit up the middle of his undershirt, exposing his side and the angry bruising.

Dean burst back through the abandoned cabin and dropped to his knees at my side, laying out the first aid kit and the small bottle of vodka. “I don’t know where this came from, but it was under the seat,” He began to explain, holding out the small bottle of vodka. I snatched it from his hand and unscrewed the top, pouring it over the blade and then washed my hands with it. “What are you--” Dean began, eyes wide. “Make sure he doesn’t move,” I instructed, bedside manner had never been my forte. I splashed more vodka over Sam’s side as Dean positioned himself near Sam’s head, a hand on his shoulder, the other gentle at the top of his head, comforting. "You might wanna look away." I said, but I didn't check to see if he'd paid attention before I sliced a small incision into the bruise over Sam’s side. Blood poured out and I pushed at the swelling to encourage more of the blood to escape, “Jesus, YN--” Dean muttered, but he wasn’t making a move to stop me. I took a loop of the hard and hollow plastic tubing from the kit and sliced it to an angled point, then fed it into Sam's wound, puncturing into the pleural space around the lung, more blood spurted out the top of the tube, but when it stopped, there was a gurgle. Then Sam took a sharp inhale of air. "Fuck." Dean murmured. I began to pack around the wound and the tube, using anything I could get my hands on from the first aid kit. "We gotta get him to a hospital." I said, finally looking up to see Dean’s pale face.

“What the fuck was that?” Dean asked once the hospital staff had wheeled Sam away. “A test tube thoracost--” “In English.” “I performed a test tube insertion. His lung had been punctured by his rib, and the space around his lung was filling with blood, I had to relieve the pressure, that’s the only way--” "Where did you learn to do that?" He questioned, looking at me as if I were a stranger. I scoffed and sat down in the waiting area, “Did you always wanna be a hunter?” “Yeah,” He said with a definite nod, as if it was a common dream. “Well...” he’d taken the wind out of my sails, “I was in training to be a paramedic when I…” I was beginning to realise he didn’t know the story of how I’d wound up hunting, “ I kinda found myself possessed.” He sat next to me, raking a hand through his hair, shoulders slumped. “I didn’t know that,” He said. “I wasn’t raised in it like you and Sam.” “Yeah, I knew that, but … I figured someone you knew…” He sat back, turning in his seat to look at me, “What happened?” “It’s a long story,” I sighed, letting myself sink into the square plastic seat. “We’ve got time.”

Sure enough, we did; it was three hours before someone remembered us, coming with forms for Dean to fill out, then a doctor came around, explaining the damage, congratulating me on the “life-saving surgery”, discouraging me from ever doing it again. He explained Sam’s care, to potentially hire a professional if we were going to continue to hang Christmas lights… yeah, panicked thinking wasn’t my strong suit, and a fast mouth wasn’t Dean’s. Then he showed us to Sam’s room, pulling the curtain behind us.

“Hey, Sammy, how you feeling?” Dean cooed as he rounded the bed to stand next to his brother, looking him over. “Groggy, but okay,” Sam managed, voice hoarse after surgery. I noticed the band around his wrist and twisted it, curious to know if he gave a name or they’d taken it from the sheet Dean filled out. “Hey, what happened after…” Sam trailed off, frowning at his lack of memory, “I can’t remember too much,” “Probably for the best,” I muttered, giving him a warm smile when he looked up at me. “She knocked you out then cut you open and stuck a tube in you,” Dean explained. “What?” Sam asked, head whipping to his brother. I sighed loudly, rolling my eyes at Dean. “It was a simple chest tube thoracostomy,” I lied when Sam looked back for explanation. “You know she was a paramedic before all this?” Dean asked. “Well, I mean, I knew you’d studied,” Sam said, eyes wide, face unreadable, questioning and yet in awe. His hand found mine on the bed, and squeezed. “Saved your life though, man,” Dean said, gripping Sam’s shoulder. “You’re amazing,” Sam said, eyes full of adoration, even in the drug induced haze, his eyes shone. “You’re on good pain meds,” I teased, brushing it off before he could make me blush. But his hand squeezed mine, pulling me closer. “You’re my hero,” And he must’ve been on the good stuff, because his blinks got slow, his head seemingly heavy, but he was waiting for a reply, holding sleep off until he got one. “High,” Dean whispered, comically concealing his mouth from Sam’s sight. “I’m no hero, I put my bra on one boob at a time, like everyone else.”

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team-free-will-oneshots · 5 years

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The Art of Subtlety

Title: The Art of Subtlety

Request/Prompt: a collection of prompts that i had saved from literally years ago from @imaginethatsupernatural and also @supernaturalimagine - idk if either of them are active anymore but yeah. Basically Dean and the reader are in a secret relationship and it’s following their shenanigans as they (try to) hide it from Sam and Cas

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: A little violence at the start including mentions of blood, nothing too graphic, and there’s like one sexual innuendo as well

Word Count: 2,161

note; hope you guys enjoy! feel free to send in some requests, i’m hoping to try and post at least once every two days but i can’t do that if my inbox is empty! xx i’d love to hear from you guys!

Things were not looking good.

The witch was more powerful than you had anticipated, and to make matters worse, you and Dean were facing her alone. Sam had already been knocked out, and was laying in the corner with a bleeding temple.

Your heart was pounding and your head spinning as you called out to get the witch’s attention. She turned towards you, and her split second of weakness offered Dean only a small window of opportunity, yet it was large enough for him to lodge a bullet in her skull. As she collapsed in an ever-growing puddle of blood, you felt an overwhelming wave of relief crash over you, battling with the adrenaline still pumping through your veins. Your hands were shaking as Dean glanced over at you, concern mellowing his otherwise hardened stare.

“Are you okay?” he demanded, rushing over to you and seizing your shoulders, eyes scanning you for injuries. He smelt of metal and sweat, and his hands left bloody streaks on your shirt as his green eyes searched yours insistently. He had a graze on his jaw, and a bruise beginning to form along his cheekbone.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, resting a hand on his shoulder in a light touch of reassurance. You could feel the heat of his skin through his plaid, and though the anxiety in his stance died, he stayed close to you. Dean stared at you in half-awe for a moment, breathing heavily, before his grip on your shoulders tightened.

“You’re okay,” he breathed, more to himself than anything else. “You’re okay.”

You nodded absently, lost in the depths of his eyes as he drank in the sight of you as a parched man drank water. He caught you entirely by surprise as he tugged you closer to him, slamming his lips against yours and kissing you with a fiery intensity that burned through your veins and sent your heart spiraling into a flurry of frantic beating. You were stiff for a moment, but quickly found your arms looping around his neck as his fingers knotted in your hair. His lips were chapped and he tasted of copper as his tongue teased yours, one hand moving to grip your hip as he pulled you flush to his chest. You could feel his heart hammering through his shirt, it’s frenzied rhythm mirroring your own.

The air was pierced with Sam’s cough as he slowly came to, and the two of you were quick to withdraw from your act of passion. You felt your cheeks flush as Dean cleared his throat, eyes flitting to yours one last time before you both moved to tend to Sam.

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That night, the motel room was silent but for the whirring hum of the air conditioner and the occasional purring of a car cruising past the vicinity. You’d long since scrubbed the blood from under your fingernails and washed the sweat from your hair, and were ready to fall into a well-deserved slumber. Before you could surrender to sleep’s grasp, however, you noticed Dean sitting on the small couch, a beer on the table as he looked blankly at the tv in front of him, lost in his own thoughts.

“Hey,” you said softly, taking a seat next to him, and the eldest Winchester jumped at your sudden appearance. He immediately forced his lips into a small smile.

“Hey,” he said, and his voice was gruff.

“You okay?” you asked. Dean nodded casually, and though you didn’t quite believe him, you let it slide. You all had your demons in this lifestyle, both literally and metaphorically, and Dean had gone through far more than even you could comprehend. It wasn’t up to you to force him to voice his feelings - you could only be there for him in his silence.

“Are you?” he deflected. You nodded, and heard Sam stir in his sleep behind you.

“Wanna go for a walk?” you suggested, and Dean appraised you questioningly for a moment before nodding. The two of you left the motel room, wandering down the barely sheltered corridors that led out to the parking lot.

“So, uh… are we gonna talk about what happened?” you asked eventually, and Dean was so quiet that at first, you feared he hadn’t heard you. As you looked at him searchingly, his adamant avoidance of your gaze insinuated otherwise.

“I could lie and say it was just the… the adrenaline, or the thrill of the hunt, but… dammit, Y/N, I like you. I like you a hell of a lot. And you don’t have to say anything, but-”

You cut him off by gripping his shoulder as you drew to a halt. He looked at you inquiringly, about to speak again, only to be silenced as you stepped forward and kissed him. Though incredulous, he immediately melted into you, his mouth moving with yours sweetly and tenderly, so different to the urgency of your last kiss, yet equally as meaningful.

Both of you were quick to resolve that this should remain only between the two of you - you wanted to preserve this intimacy, to allow this newfound relationship to blossom before it could be tainted with the prying questions of others.

You sealed the vow with a kiss, your whispered promises held secret by the crickets and your whispers bleeding into the night air as, bathed in the moonlight, the two of you found yourselves in each other.

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Two months later

For the first time in what felt like years, you were wearing a dress (or a classier pant-based outfit if that’s more your style). You felt strangely sophisticated as you left the motel, meeting Sam and Dean where they waited for you at the Impala. Your boyfriend raised an appreciative eyebrow at your attire as he caught sight of you, and you bit back a smile as he winked flirtatiously.

“Look at you,” he said, shaking his head gently. “You look gorgeous, baby.”

You shot him a pointed glare at his careless term of endearment, and his eyes widened in panic as he recalled Sam’s presence. When you glanced at him, however, he seemed nonplussed as he slipped into the Impala.

“You know, Dean, it really is kind of weird for you to call the car ‘baby’,” he remarked, and Dean looked affronted despite the relief clouding his features.

“Hey, watch your mouth! She’ll hear you!” he defended, and you stifled a giggle as the two of you got into the Impala before setting off towards the town’s nearest diner, in need of a celebration following another successful hunt - a run-of-the-mill salt and burn.

Once the three of you had sat and ordered, Sam excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you and Dean alone at the table. Dean immediately seemed to relax.

“Have I mentioned how stupidly good you look in that dress yet?” he asked with a coy grin, and you felt your cheeks flush.

“Uh, yeah, you almost blew our cover!” you hissed playfully, and he smirked.

“Doesn’t have to be the only thing getting blown tonight,” he taunted, and you kicked him beneath the table.

“You wish, Winchester,” you shot back. Dean cockily grinned, about to say something but abruptly shutting his mouth as Sam approached the table. He looked between the two of you with a quizzical furrow of his brow.

“Everything okay?” he asked. You and Dean glanced at each other before nodding quickly, both uttering words of assurance that combined into a cacophony of unintelligible declarations.

“...right,” Sam said slowly, before taking his seat. The night flew by quickly, filled with conversation, food, and laughter, supplemented by the teasing game of footsie you and Dean played under the table and the subtle grins and silent laughter the two of you shared whenever Sam’s attention was diverted elsewhere.

Before long, the three of you were headed back to the Impala, ready to begin the long drive home to the bunker. You settled into the back seat, listening to the brothers’ casual conversations in the front half of the car. Discussions of podcasts, books, whose music taste was better… simple bickering that left you with an amused smile as you occasionally weighed in on their trivial disagreements. Every now and then Dean would glance at you in the rearview mirror, eyes bright as he took in the slope of your smile and enjoyed the melody of your laughter. Your eyes met his in the reflective surface, and the two of you exchanged exhilarated smiles, subtle displays of the mutual secret held between you, a secret that was blooming into the happiness you both had been seeking for what seemed like your entire lives.

Sam set off to bed almost the moment the three of you arrived back at the bunker, leaving you free to join Dean in his room without the need for stealth. The two of you curled up in bed, and Dean hugged you close to his chest, his lips resting in your hair as you slung an arm across his torso.

“Tonight was fun,” you murmured sleepily. “Especially the bit where I owned you at footsie.”

“You owned me? I think we both know I’m the footsie champion here,” Dean protested, and you grinned, placing a soft kiss to his jaw.

“Whatever you say, babe. Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you teased, and he smirked, running his thumb along your cheekbone before tilting your head up so as to capture your mouth with his in a slow, deep kiss. You exchanged a soft smile as you drew apart, and you nestled in closer to him. His grip on you was a little too tight, as though he were scared that someone would snatch you away if he wasn’t too careful. You didn’t mind - you felt safer in his arms than you had ever felt elsewhere.

“You know… we should probably tell Sam about us,” you eventually sighed, and Dean exhaled, nodding slowly.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “But just Sam to start with, yeah? I don’t want just anyone to catch wind, or else-”

“Yeah, yeah, love is weakness, demons would love to use me as bait, blah blah blah. I can take care of myself, you know.”

Dean chuckled. “Oh, I know,” he assured you. “But I’d prefer if you didn’t have to.”

You gave him a small smile, your hand finding his and locking your fingers together.

“So it’s agreed? We’ll tell Sam in the morning?”

“Yeah, agreed.”

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The next morning, you and Dean were surprised to see that Cas had joined the three of you in the bunker in a rare occurrence that stemmed from a desire to catch up as opposed to an apocalyptic emergency.

“Cas,” Dean remarked in surprise, glancing to you to gauge your reaction. Your eyes met his, and you half shrugged - may as well tell him, too. No harm in that, right?

“Hey, Cas,” you greeted with a warm smile, which Cas returned with equal kindness.

“Good morning, Y/N. And Dean,” he added with a small inclination of his head. Sam was seated with a cup of coffee, scrolling through a news website on his laptop. He nodded at the two of you quickly.

“Hey, guys,” he acknowledged. “There’s extra toast in the toaster if you’re hungry.”

Dean’s eyes lit up, and he was about to head towards the kitchen before you grabbed his wrist, holding him back.

“Actually, there was something we wanted to speak to you about. Both of you,” you said firmly, and Dean traded a reassuring glance with you. Sam and Cas turned their attention towards the two of you encouragingly.

You swallowed thickly. “Uh, Dean and I are… well… we’re together. We have been for a while, actually,” you announced nervously. Sam and Cas glanced at each other.

“This is… very unexpected,” Cas said suddenly. “I am… very surprised, Sam and I had absolutely no idea,” he said resolutely, and a tad overenthusiastically. He turned to Sam. “Was that convincing?” he asked in a hush, and Sam groaned, though couldn’t restrain his laughter at the confusion etched onto yours and Dean’s faces.

“We know,” Sam said eventually, and Dean’s mouth was agape.

“You-what-how?” he stuttered in surprise. Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Really? You guys aren’t exactly subtle,” he laughed, and you and Dean shared sheepish expressions.

You allowed a small smile. “Why didn’t you say anything?” you asked, your hand clasping Dean’s. He stroked his thumb absentmindedly over your knuckles.

“I figured you’d tell us when you’re ready,” Sam said with a shrug. “Took you long enough. How much do I owe you, Cas?”

“You placed bets on this?” you asked, aghast, and Sam shrugged again somewhat guiltily. You allowed a huff of irritation, but felt your heart glow as Dean pressed a kiss to your temple and smiled into your hair, indifferent to the presence of his brother and the angel. No more secrets.

You could get used to this.

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skymoonandstardust · 7 years

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imaginethatsupernatural · 6 months

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"Look, uh, I'm not really sure what's going on. But...I'm around if you need anything, alright?"

Requested by @hehewh0r3 IF THIS IS YOUR GIF PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

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soodalgwayeou · 9 years

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thanksgiving toast

I'd like to thank everyone who helped me to get through this year

to seas-unicorn who were there everytime

to murasakinoue and madlecter for being awesome tumblr buddies

to everyone who gave me an opportunity to prove myself, even if it was hard

to the ones who gave back my faith in humanity and life when I wanted to kill myself this summer and in November and showed me there are shining human beings worth to live for

I'd especially like to thank Kate Atkinson and Misha Collins. the first helped me with her books (with Reggie Chase and Eliza Fairfax and with the wonderful Jason Isaacs) when everything collapsed in August. there were days when the only thing that helped me staying alive was the thought that there are people out there like them.

Misha showed me there can be a way out of every bad thing. he helped me to smile when I wanted to cry instead. he made me happy and proud to be a human when I was disgusted by humanity. he made me fall in love with life and I will never be able to repay that.

to my collegues for reminding me everyday that I'm good enough and to Kitty who helped me to get this job

to imaginethatsupernatural and denofdemonsandangels for the best two weeks of this fall. they helped me relax and go to safe places when I was too stressed and anxious to sleep or eat properly

to Jibrille, Mich, Gabi and the SuperSquad! for taking my hand when I need it

to Son DongWoon and Jang HyunSeung, for the good memories

to my dance group who convinced me to go to the first lesson and not stay home instead. I almost turned back because I was too anxious to go there...

to the world for existing. to every animal, tree, bush, star, ray of light, to every shining mind and beautiful soul out there, because they are keeping me alive right now. I'm proud of you.

#thanksgiving #seas-unicorn #murasakinoue #madlecter #imaginethatsupernatural #denofdemonsandangels #tw: suidice #misha collins #dongwoon #hyunseung #little ray of sunshine

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hopeless-theatre-romantic-blog · 10 years

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92 Truths About Me

92 Truths about Me!  I was tagged by: stayingstronggxo   

Rules:  Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 Truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.

1. last beverage: Diet Coke 2. last phone call: Dad 3. last text message: *Picture message* 4. last song you listened to: What Can I say- Featuring Sons of Sylvia by Carrie Underwood 5. last time you cried: Other night. 6. dated someone twice: Nope. Never dated anyone. 7. been cheated on: Nope 8. kissed someone and regretted it: Nope 9. lost someone special to you: yes

10. been depressed: I don’t know. 11. been drunk and threw up: Nope and nope.

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS: Blue, black, and purple.

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU: 15. made a new friend: Yep 16. fallen out of love: Nope. 17. laughed until you cried: Yep. 18. met someone who changed you: Don’t know if they have yet. ;) 19. found out who your true friends are: yeah 20. found out someone was talking about you: No? 21. kissed anyone on your FB friend’s list: Nope 22. How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life: All of them 24. do you have any pets: Nope. 25. do you want to change your name: Nope.   26. what did you do for your last birthday: Sleepover with my best friend.  27. what time did you wake up today: 6 am 28. what were you doing at midnight last night: Reading The Fault In Our Stars 29. name something you CANNOT wait for: Supernatural Season 10 to come out. 30. last time you saw your mother: Just now 31. what is one thing you wish you could change about your life: My weight, confidence, and what I’m doing with my life. 32. what are you listening to right now? Please Don’t Leave Me by P!nk 33. have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yeah. 34. what’s getting on your nerves right now: Everything.   35. most viewed webpage(s): Tumblr and Wattpad  37. Nickname: Gill. Gilli 38. relationship status: Single  39. zodiac sign: Cancer  40. Pronouns: She 41. elementary: Primary? It was fun except for the last year.   42. high school: In it. 43. College: Can’t wait. 44. hair color: Ginger.   45. long or short: Short  46. height: 5’3” 47. do you have a crush on Someone? Someone famous?: Osric Chau; Rachel Miner; Tom Hiddlestone, and Felicia Day. :) 48. what do you like about yourself: My eyes and length of hair.  50. Tattoos: Want one or two. 51. righty or lefty: Righty.   52. first surgery: Haven’t had one.  

53. first piercing: Ears. 54. first best friend: When I was 4. 55. first sport you joined: Karate.   56. first vacation: Eurocamp.  58. first pair of trainers: When I was a baby 59. Eating: Nothing. 60. Drinking: Nothing. 61. I’m about to: Have my breakfast. 62. Listening to: Tango Maureen from RENT now. I already answered this?? 63. waiting for: Supernatural Season 10 to come out. 64. want kids: Yep 65. get married: That one I’m not sure…  66. Career: Actress, author, and director.   67. lips or eyes: Eyes.   68. hugs or kisses: Hugs.   69. shorter or taller: Taller. 70. older or younger: Same age?  71. romantic or spontaneous: Both.

 72. nice stomach or nice arms: Arms? 73. sensitive or loud: Both at the right times.   74. hook-up or relationship: Relationship.   75. trouble maker or hesitant: The right one at the right times. 76. kissed a stranger: Nope. 77. drank hard liquor: Nope.   78. lost glasses / contacts: I don’t wear either. I lost my sunglasses once- if that counts? 79. sex on first date: No. 80. broke someone’s heart: Nope.   81. had your own heart broken: Nope. 82. been arrested: Nope. 83. turned someone down: Yeah   84. cried when someone died: Yep.  

85. fallen for a friend: Uhhhh….

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 86. Yourself: Not really.   87. Miracles: Yes (Oh the Supernatural feels) 88. love at first sight: No. ‘Cause you’re essentially falling for their looks aren’t you?  89. Heaven: No.   90. Santa Claus: Nope.   91. kiss on first date: Why not?   92. Angels: No.

I am tagging: misha-spooklins spookernatral imaginethatsupernatural stayingstronggxo geekongirl fullmetal-phan theimpossiblesuperwholockian mr-fizzles-offical xxthesentimentalfangirlxx wait-what-why-no lovelytrainwreck lovelikewinchester demon--eyes i-do-what-i-want-bitch confessionsofyoutubers painofthefandomsandlife izzyatwarp9 fear-me-im-a-fangirl spooky-padalecki itscrowleysbitch callil13 fab-unicorn-slippers injured-fallen-angel itsdefinitelynotcourtney queenkeline

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imaginethatsupernatural · 6 months

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"...Think that's all I need right now,"

1st gif: justjensenanddean 2nd gif: lemme know <3

#enjoy #i must get back to grad school paper shenangians #but i needed to take a break #thanks for being my outlet for all these years even if i do disappear for long periods of time #anyway #sappy dean for you alllll #dean winchester #dean winchester gif #supernatural #supernatural gif #supernatural imagines #imaginethatsupernatural #sappy #fluff

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paladinfigueroth · 10 years

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Updates

I finished the Skimmons one-shot I was writng

I still need a beta for said one-shot

I'm writing two au's at the moment

One featuring the Avengers

The other featuring the AoS team

I started watching Supernatural

I now want to cry every time some says Sam, Dean or Cas. Which sucks since my sister is named Sam

I have a new favorite blog and it is imaginethatsupernatural

Follow imaginethatsupernatural

Ask imaginethatsupernatural if you can join the family (She will say yes)

Call imaginethatsupernatural Mama T and accept Crowley as your dad

#beta reader needed #beta rader wanted #skimmons #fanfiction #imaginethatsupernatural

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fy-nghariad-fy-emrys · 9 years

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croatoan-in-the-oven and I have successfully tricked someone into believing that smh means “shake my hijab”

#tobi #imaginethatsupernatural #IM SO PROUD #WE'RE SO MEAN

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thinkingirrationally · 10 years

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Supernatural One Shot

Written based off of this ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL PERSON'S imagine - Imaginethatsupernatural

Imagine meeting Dean for the first time on a hunt when he ends up saving you.

Reader Gender: Female (only 'cause it's written as if 'you' is a girl)

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"Thank you, come again." The cashier's bored voice annoys you, and you take your bags and leave as quickly as you can. It's a grey sort of day. Not rainy, but not sunny either. Glaring up at the sky as if it will change something, you swiftly turn a corner out of town. Your house is just outside the hustle and bustle of town life, on a lake and next to an abandoned cottage. Your friends think it's weird, but you like the quiet. The dirty road beside you is not unusually quiet, but as you cross the street you notice a car parked outside the abandoned place next door. A 1967 Chevy Impala. You only know it off the top of your head because your dad was a car nerd in his prime. Trees swarm the property, so you can't see through to the next house once you gone far enough. You shrug, figuring it was a rich couple planning on turning the old place into a summer cottage, or something to that effect. Balancing the heavy bags you pull your keys out of your pocket and unlock the creaky door. The front hallway is long, with doors to two bathrooms, the kitchen and connected living room, a laundry room and a guest bedroom. At the end are stairs to the second floor, with a bathroom and two bedrooms. At the very end of the hall, the glass door to the backyard reveals your dog, Athena, a lab, running around wildly to chase butterflies. You smile and giggle a little watching her, before moving to the kitchen to put down the plastic bags. The place is big for just you, but it's been in your family as long as anyone can remember.

Hearing Athena bark from the backyard, you smile and shake your head. Butterflies were her worst nightmare. She just seemed to hate them with a rage that could make the devil envious. Running to the back, you watch as your dog barks angrily towards the neighboring house. You open the door, and, taking Athena's rein, look around wildly for the butterfly. Until you realize that that isn't what she's barking at. Sounds are coming from the house next door, screams and bangs and crashes. you consider bringing your dog inside and ignoring them, but that's when you hear the gunshot. Before you can consider your options you've unteathered Athena's leash and are running back to the road, around the bend, past the car and into the old house.

You haven't been here for a while, but you can tell that there are new scratches and wall-holes. You hear more banging and crashing, and start heading toward the sound. Vauge calls come through the walls. "Dean, this way!" You think you hear. You'd forgotten how massive the place was, and start heading the direction of the voice. Crashes and bangs sound, getting closer and closer, until you're face to face with the source.

A horrible creature stands in front of you. It's twice your height, with horrible pale green flesh that is so tight on it's body you can see its bones. The thing looks down at you with sinister red eyes. Its mouth opens in a menacing grin, and drool slides down sharp, yellow teeth. You've only time to back up one step, you haven't even screamed yet, when a ear piercing shot rings out, and the thing's eyes roll back into its head, dropping to the floor. Behind it stands a handsome man, gun in hand. He watches you as he puts away his gun and walks over. You look down to your dog and slowly release the leash - you hadn't realized you had been pulling on it so hard your hands were red. Slowly you drop to your knees and wrap your arms around the animal, calming it down. Athena lets out a few barks, but when she is sure it won't hurt her mistress, she calms. You slowly stand as the man reaches you, keeping one hand on your dog. Athena, sensing another possible threat, is again on guard, a low growl in her throat. "Uh... hi?" You say tentatively, looking from the monster's body to the man and back again a few times. "What are you doin' out here all alone?" He asks, a hit of concern and a hint of anger in his voice at the same time. "It's dangerous." "I... I live next door. Athena - my dog, she was barking and..." you trail off a moment, examining the horrid body. "What was that thing?!" "Wendigo." He says curtly. "Annoying little bugger. There's another one in town we gotta go get." "We?" As if on cue, another man with long brown hair rounds the corner were Dean had stood. "Dean!" he calls out, running to the pair. Dean turns slightly to the other and then back. "I'm Dean. This is my brother, Sammy." Sammy groans. "Sam." He corrects, a small glare towards his brother before putting his hand out for you to shake. "Sam Winchester." You take it cautiously, your other hand holding onto Athena's leash. "Y/N." You tell him. "Y/N Y/L/N. Did... did a regular bullet kill that thing?" "Nah." Dean answers. "Silver bullet." You nod like that makes perfect sense. Then something clicks in your head. "Wait... You said there was another one...?" Sam nods. "Yeah, in town. They don't usually come in pairs like this, it's weird." "Usually... There are more of these..." "Wendigos." "Right. How many?!" "Dunno." Dean replies. "They're all over the world. These, and things like 'em." "Things like them?" Dean and Sam exchange a glance. "Well, monsters and demons and angels and everything?" "Yeah..." "They're all real." You stare at the two, wide eyed. Your first reaction is that they're pulling your leg. A practical joke sent by one of your friends to 'lighten you up'. But the look in their eyes when they said it... They weren't lying. You didn't know how you could tell, but you were sure. And it terrified the living daylights out of you. You could feel your hand with the leash shake slightly, and Athena began to nudge and warm up to your leg, sensing your fear. You gulp, in a futile attempt to stay calm. "So... you guys, what? Hunt the bad stuff?" Sam chuckles, amused to a certain extent. "I guess you could say that." "So... what does this... Wendigo thing do to deserve a silver bullet in the head?" "Wendigos are canibals. They eat people." Dean said it so matter-of-factly that it frightened you. "So, all the killings in town lately, were they from..." You look down at the body. "Yeah." You squeeze your eyes tight, and take a deep breath. "Then you could use some help." Sam panicked a moment. "No, you-" "Don't try to tell me I don't have to, that you've got it, that I could get hurt, or any other BS. These things killed my sister, and I will rest easier knowing they're gone. There is no way in hell that I'm not going." "Y/N, this is some pretty gruesome stuff. You aren't scared?" Dean said, almost mockingly, trying to get you to go home. You can only assume they thing you're younger than you are. "I can tell it's gruesome! And yeah, I'm terrified! But I'm not gonna let my sister's killer destroy anyone else's life!" Sam opened his mouth to protest, but Dean spoke first. "Alright. Meet us out front at nine tomorrow." You nod solemnly and, pulling Athena behind you, start to walk away. "Hey!" Sam calls. You turn your head as you stop. "What's your dog's name?" "Athena."

You've developed a slight headache from that adventure, and start to head inside until you hear voices. Curiosity getting the better of you, you stop a moment, crouching close to the ground and petting Athena. "Dude, what was that about?" Sam says, upset. "What?" "This is dangerous! She could get really hurt!" "Dude, it was her sister! If you died for good I would be after whatever killed you!" "Me too, but we're hunters! She's just a normal girl. What happens if she dies?" "Sammy, we can't stop her. Now she knows, she'll be going after it with or without us." "You can't know that." "Anyone brave like that would do it. You would. I would. Bobby would. She would. I'd rather she come with us, wouldn't you?" Sam grumbles more, but says nothing. You hear their car doors slam as you get to your feet. "Come on Athena. Lets get some rest. Big day tomorrow."

#yavrils one shot #sam winchester #imaginethatsupernatural #MAMA T #dean winchester #wendigo

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