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justjensenandhisalteregos · 2 months

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x f! Reader, (Big bro vibes) Sam Winchester x f! Reader

Warnings: a bit of sadness and Dean being Dean, not in a good way, a dose of reality from Chuck

A/N: This is very loosely based off the Fanfiction episode and I heard Picture by Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow for the first time in a while and I immediately thought it would make a good story. Italics are flashbacks and both Dean and the readers thoughts.

Thanks to @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior for the continued help and proof reading. I credit her for the interaction between the waitress and Dean, she put it far more eloquently than I had first wrote it.

As always thoughts, hearts, and reblogs are welcome and much appreciated! X 🤍

PS. Currently working on Deans Valentines Day P3 as we speak!! 😁

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“You deserve more than I can give.”

“I loose every person I allow to get close to me”

“I just can’t anymore…”

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Flashbacks from three days ago have been living rent free in my head. That’s when Dean told me we were never going to be more than friends. We weren’t even anything, yet. That’s when he left the bunker, to give me space. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

Again, tears built up in my eyes threatening to spill over.

I was holed up in my bedroom, across the hall from Dean’s room. This was hard on me, but even so on Sam. Sam would check on me ever so often, usually to bring me food and water.

“Hey, (Y/N), I got you some (breakfast, lunch, dinner).” He’d say while giving me a tried smile.

“Dean is a dumbass, you know that. He gets in his head about everything.”

A faint grin began to tug at the corner of my mouth as my eyes began to close, my body burnt out from the continuous flashbacks. Through everything I was thankful Sam cared for me like a big brother should.

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Dean’s POV

“You deserve more than I can give.”

“I loose every person I allow to get close to me”

“I just can’t anymore…”

I was looking at her picture. I couldn’t get (Y/N) out of my head. I missed her with every ounce of myself. Quickly, I put her picture away as number 3 came out of the bathroom. I felt tears threaten to appear. I knew I couldn’t look at your picture while I was laying next to her.

Thankfully, I fell asleep before anything could happen with the third woman I took back to my motel room from the bar. She was gone before I woke up this morning.

My stomach made noise signaling that I was overdue for breakfast.

12:30PM

I groaned at how long I had slept. Quickly I got dressed and headed to the nearest diner to grab a really late breakfast. I had a hankering for Pancakes like (Y/N) makes me for my birthday breakfast every year.

The bell over the door to the Breakfast All Day Diner chimed as I opened the door. The smell of all things breakfast filled my senses as I followed what the sign at the host table said,

Please seat yourself!

Pulling out a menu from where it was tucked between the napkin dispenser and condiments holder, I opened it in search of any type of pancake, although nothing would ever compare to (Y/N’s).

As I pulled the menu up to my face to read the small print, I vaguely registered the chime of the diner door. Seconds later, I felt the presence of someone staring at me. Slowly I lowered my menu to see Chuck.

“Hello Dean.” He spoke almost sounding scornful.

“Chuck.” I said back unamused.

Without asking he slid into the booth to sit across from me.

Just then a attractive, brunette waitress appeared, seemingly reader to take our, my order.

What can I get you gentlemen today?” She asked, and I noticed the way her eyes lingered on my face. I knew the look she was giving me, I'd seen it enough times in my life. It was an invitation - to flirt, to hit on her, possibly more.

I was having none of it. I have or had a woman at home. Sighing, I read off my order of two pancakes, eggs over easy, and extra bacon in place of sausage. Chuck just ordered a black coffee.

“Are you going to ask why I’m here? Chuck asked somewhat annoyed.

“I’m sure you’re planning on telling me anyways. I deadpanned back.

Before Chuck could share of his reason for showing up, my meal was set in front of me. The smell of my plate wafted to my nose and I was ready to dig in. With a forkful of pancake midway to my lips Chuck started speaking again.

“I wrote (Y/N) into the story for a reason. Opposites attract, she is your opposite Dean.”

My eyes dilated as I took in Chucks simple words. Immediately, my thoughts orbited (Y/N).

“How could this be?”

“I am no good for her.”

“I can’t give her the life she deserves.”

“I can’t loose her.”

“I told her I couldn’t…can I?

As all these and a plethora of other reasons why it couldn’t work circulated my brain, I was brought back to reality at the ring of my cell.

(Y/N)

She was calling me after three damn days. Without thinking, I picked up the call. Chuck smiled knowingly.

Before I could say anything, (Y/N) spoke.

“I just called to say, I love you. Come back home.”

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shelbgrey · 1 year

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Ah! I love your gabe fic ♥ !

Can I req a gabe x reader where the reader is quite hyperactive, cute yet stubborn and always tries to impress Gabe in a not so subtle way to earn affections? But he calms her down or something and the quote prompt can be the "I love you" "I love you more" ? ^^

Love this request, hope you don't mind its in Headcanon form I wanted to make sure I added a important things while at the same time it making since.

Ps. Sorry it's short and it took so long.

Gabriel having a Hyperactive Girlfriend

Prompt: 1.5) "I Love You" - "I love you more"

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Your described as a happy person more or less and your also described as a hyper one.

Gabe loves that about you and he loves the fact you help his shenanigans become reality.

Dispite the constant torture he put the Winchesters through you fell hard for him.

But in your mind you didn't realize the feelings was mutual. The Winchester Bro's will constantly teas you when you would go out of your way to impress him. Rather it would be pranking Sam or stealing the tiers of the impala.

9 times out of 10 gabe would chear you on and praise you for the 'tourcher' you'd cast upon them.

That only increasesd the caohs and your hypernes especially if gabe supplys you with Monster energy drinks and candy you both love.

Another way he'd praise you would be quick kisses on your cheek that would make butterflies form in your stomach.

But one day when you were feeling particularly ornery you decided to mess with the impala. You had glued those fake eye lash things girl put on cars and covered they body in gliter. That same morning you had wrapped the entire fridge and everything in it while every speaker blasted Heat of the moment.

In the middle of all the mass destruction gabe payed a hello vist and saw Sam frantically running around trying to find your phone to stop the music while Dean agressevelly ripped the Christmas paper away trying to find the beer.

As soon as the music stop and the beer was found an even louder speaker blasted the Avengers them song. Sam's frustration followed and he just left for the garage with Dean behind.

“DAMIT Y/N!” Dean yelled from the garage

You laughed and and ran to the garage with gabe following. As you made it on gabe busted up laughing. Even Sam had a good chuckle.

“okay new plan... Your staying home” Dean said and left in the glitter covered impala

You were laughing so hard you almost missed gabe talking. “I love you”

You suddenly stopped laughing and stared at him with wide eyes. “wait what?”

He snickered. “you heard me... I love you”

“I love you more” you replied and playfully kissed his cheek. You laughed and pulled gabe into the bunker with so much energy. “come on we need to mess with Sam's room!”

Gabe laughed as the world doesn't know what kinda chaos and mass destruction that is now cast upon it now you two had admitted your feelings.

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impalaslytherin · 2 years

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ICARUS

So I watched "Red Meat " episode of season 11 yesterday ( well I am new to this show and lazy audience ) and that apex of sacrificial Dean I was so heartbroken damn how much of sacrificial Dean was needed for the show 🥺written from the reader's point of view PS A sad story and angst ❤️ but it was sad episode I can't help it

Story Warning - Mention of suicide ,self harm ...

Silence ,no it was numbness surrounded in her mind ,she was not thinking straight as soon she got to know what Dean did to save Sam this time well it's not he tried everything already but swallowing those pills and dying this time it was different it felt different but who's she is fooling she always knew this Sam and Dean are practically soulmates and nothing and nobody can come in between them she knew this before being friends with Dean and then further more to him

But is there any further more or it was just her daydream but today it clear the air of that daydream the minute Sam in danger dean will forget everything and everyone and try to save him with whatever he can giving his own life well he is Picasso of this art even the reaper seems to be bore with this repetition but Dean doesn't care and he did not care at this hunt too but after knowing everything even after that well she is not jealous with Sam she is happy beyond happy he is safe and they both are safe but Dean couldn't he try something else ,he didn't stop and think for her and the unborn soul before swallowing those pills not once just before the hunt it was all promise of apple pie life at night Dean being all romantic and cheesy but in this hunt he suddenly forgot the mere existence of her well things were pretty clear in between them but such direct ignorance from his side it was something that was ripping her heart off till now she agreed with every thing he said keeping their intimate relationship intimate not telling anyone about it but today she wanted him to fight harder but what she can do she fell in love with brother who already sold his soul for his brother what did she thought of he would forget Sam and run into her arms no but she knew Dean can fight harder but the question what did he want weather he wanted to fight harder or not at the bunker when everyone was joking about what Dean did after knowing Sam was dead it was not funny between them silent glances were exchanged between them he was ignoring her no one knows what he did no one knows whats going on between so know one really knows whats goes on with Dean Winchester she knows she is close with him and now it's like being close with sun it's nothing but killing her she don't know what to do with this proximity she loves him she cares for him she respects him but she can't be just a sidekick someone needs to find a space she needs to accept the hard truth before it gets too late isn't this late enough but still she needs to Clarify things once things got settled after dinner she told Dean to meet her he knew what this was all about he shouldn't have told her the details but man can her really keep things away from her she scans his lie like an x-ray machine well she is good at it reading people's mind she is his sherlock Holmes but today can he face her he betrayed her and somewhat he is half relaxed that Sam is safe and other half is breaking from inside that how can he not think of her and his nevermind it's his reflexes to save Sam by forgetting everyone and everything but how can he forget about his own child ...are reflexes that strong he know her she wanted things straight as arrow she is not the one who think about fake promises she always stand for hard truth maybe with him she sometimes forget about it but not today

"so hunt was successful " she said well sarcasm was there

Before he could say something

" you know what whatever it is just answer my questions and honestly " she continues further and he could spot the tears and rage in her eyes

"did you think of me and the child before swallowing those pills ,for once and don't even lie that half of your soul or entirely you are relaxed that Sam is safe and you don't regret your decision "

"just say it "

He couldn't say anything but damn his green eyes saying something he didn't even mean at that time or did he mean it

She kept looking at him everything was slipping away from her hands but wait she is an idiot to think of everything with Dean well expert of giving everything just for for the sake of Sam that's his hobby and favourite thing to do how can she think he can look at things differently

"I am sorry " that's what he come up with I am sorry well for what they both were not aware of ...

But here she is at the crossroad she made for herself

Wiping the tears away standing close to him probably one last time one last time feeling him she hugged him tightly she don't want to loose him but tough decision are to be made whatwill happen if gets on full sacrificial mode once the kid will be born with Dean 's record that happens thrice in a week god wonder how much he hates himself how undeserving he think of himself she hates she is thinking of leaving him isn't she being too much selfish and him being not all selfish there's no balance thsts the problem but a mother always choose the kid isn't a second later touching his lips looking at his green eyes probably one last time savouring the moment

"you know my reflexes of saving Sam overshadow rest of my reasoning "

"he don't even realise how lucky he is to have you in his life "

"I think he knows "

" he must know else I will kill him and this time you will not be able to save him "

He chuckled

"so it's final " he asked

" I think so I need sometime " she stated

" you are mad at me right "he continued

" well the minute I said yes to you I know this come with package you being self sacrificial and all and Sam being top most priority of yours ofc I know this and don't judge me ok I am still not that girl who comes in between brothers I am still not but all I am saying ...well it break my heart after knowing what you did today I am allowed to feel that way "

He was kind of suprise at her words he never guessed someone would be this much heartbroken after listening his death well aside from Bobby and Sam but still he always thinks of putting others before himself it's more of a habbit and when it's Sam then nothing counts before him and now seeing her this much vulnerable god he really hurt her but what else he could do

" you know Dean your life does count more than being a sacrificial lamb you should know it " she said

" well aside being awesome in bed this is my expertise "he winked

Hitting him hard on his chest

"you don't get to joke about this ok I am serious and aside from that escaping tough conversation is your expertise too "

Still embracing each other

She further continues

"I need sometime to think about all this where we stand but you should know this fact I don't give up easily accept it Dean you are a broken man and very defination of broken to me is something that can be fixed but let me fix myself first "

"I will try till my last breath to make you realise the worth of your life "

"you should not waste your life on me "he said

"well you should have said this little early " she chuckled yet anger and sorrow in her voice

Saying that she kissed him and left the bunker probably she might not be able to fix him or she might left him for betterment she don't know Dean why he have to do this now she is so confused she want it all in her life and she is stubborn to get it but Dean his dreams are no longer alive did he ever dreamt of something of his own or it's just taking care of Sam his duty, his responsibility,his habbit so it's easy for him to choose when there's only one way to go but to her it's perplexed state she must decide something soon

The End

So after ages I write something hopefully you all will like it no disrespect to Sam but I guess sometimes he was clueless how much Dean did for him

And thanks to all the Tumblr writers here who motivated me with their stories to write 🙈 though don't worry guys not gonna torture you all with my writing again

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plus-size-reader · 3 years

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Hunting

Sam Winchester x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2222 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader is on her first solo hunt away from her hunting family for the first time, when she runs into Sam at the vending machine.

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Cicero, Indiana

That wasn’t where you thought you would be, or where you wanted to be at this point in your life, but you were here anyway. You were just sitting here, combing through all these stupid newspaper articles looking for anything worth while.

The trouble was that there didn’t seem to be anything.

As best you could tell, there was absolutely nothing worth hunting in this town.

The tip you’d gotten suggested that perhaps there was but now that you had driven all this way, you couldn’t find a single thing.

To you, they all looked like accidents.

These poor folks were dying, and they were dying bloody. It was horrible, but that didn’t mean there was anything you could do about it.

You were probably just going to have to move on, which, by this point, probably wasn’t the worst thing. You were trying to take care of this all on your own, and you didn’t have to be reminded of how bad an idea that was.

It could go bad, really quickly, if you weren’t careful.

Eventually, when the words started blurring together and you still couldn’t find anything, you gave up.

There was nothing to be hunted in this town, and you were just going to have to go home to a whole bunch of I told you so. Your brothers already thought you were useless.

If you went back home without finding anything, they would only believe it that much more, and you wouldn't be allowed to hunt with them, ever.

You were going to be a hunter, a good one, but you could only prove that if there was something to hunt.

“There’s nothing here” you groaned, nearing uncomfortably close to throwing a one woman pity party as you threw the bundle of papers you’d been leafing through across the room.

You had to get out of here.

Maybe after you got some fresh air and something to eat, you’d feel better and you could actually focus on tracking down something to kill before having to go home like a puppy with your tail between your legs.

All you could do was hope it would work.

So, without wallowing in your upset too much, you rolled off of the quilted motel comforter and headed out the door, sure to grab your key on the way out.

At this hour, everything good was probably packed with people getting lunch but you couldn’t really afford to take all that time away from tracking down a job anyway.

The vending machine in the hall would have to do.

You had seen it briefly on your way here and even though you hadn’t really thought about it much before now, it was bound to come in handy. You hadn’t even thought about food in the last couple hours and to say that you were getting hungry was an understatement.

This whole thing was just weighing so heavy on you.

So heavy, evidently, that you didn’t even realize that you were right in the path of another resident of the motel, who you pretty quickly collided with on your way to the vending machine.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry” you gasped, taking a couple steps back as soon as you made contact with him.

You really should have been paying closer attention to where you were going, but there was just so much on your mind. You could barely even think straight, let alone do that while trying to complete other tasks.

“Sorry about that, guess I wasn’t paying attention” the stranger allowed, brushing his brown hair out of his face so that he could look down at you.

His attention was clearly somewhere else, but you couldn’t blame him.

There was something on both of your minds, at the moment.

You realized that as soon as you noticed that he had dropped a paper on the ground at your feet, even further confusing you. The paper he’d just dropped was the same one you had been staring down for the past few hours.

“Richard Keel” you muttered, bending down to fetch the discarded object, handing it over to the man, still waiting for some kind of explanation.

He’d heard you, of course, saw that look but it didn’t make any sense.

Clearly, you didn’t live around here. If you had, you wouldn’t have been standing here, outside of some crappy motel, on your way to get a coke and a microwave popcorn.

“You know who this is? You know what happened to him?” he wondered, a perfectly guiding question falling from his lips with the practice that only a Winchester could have had.

If you were normal, which he suspected you weren’t, you wouldn’t think anything of it.

...but if you weren’t, you would know exactly what he meant.

All you did was nod, telling him everything that he needed to know in a single second. It wasn’t really where he thought this night would go, but it was better than waiting for Dean to come back.

Maybe you could even help him.

One thing was for sure, Sam knew another hunter when he saw one, even if there was something strange going on between the two of you right now.

“I’m Sam, what’s your name?”

“Y/N”

You and Sam had been talking for a while, settling down in his room, after getting something to eat in the form of shitty microwave sandwiches and snickers bars but you didn’t mind.

Having something awful with him wasn’t as bad as having it alone in your own mediocre motel room.

You were just glad to have another person to talk to after so many days on the road on your own, but you didn’t really know what to say.

You didn’t exactly know where to go from here, but thankfully, Sam didn’t have an issue helping in that department. As it would turn out, he was just as curious about you as you were about him.

“So you’re a hunter too?” Sam spoke first, figuring that was the best icebreaker for someone in your position.

He didn’t really get to know people like him in this business very often, because John wasn’t exactly social.

He kept them away from the other hunters most of the time, preferring to work only with a trusted few and it was rare for Sam to meet anyone else who knew what it was like.

In that strange way, it was nice to have someone to talk to.

“Well, technically. My brothers hunt, and this was supposed to be my way in” you sighed, resting your jaw in your hand, your elbow propped up on the table.

You were just tired.

You wanted to do this so bad, to help people, and it just felt like every chance you had to make it work, you got shut down. It was hard to keep your chin up when everything in the world seemed to be against you.

“I don’t understand”

You didn’t expect him to, in all honesty.

There was no reason for Sam to understand that as harsh as his father had been to him and his brother growing up, even John Winchester had nothing on your family.

No one did.

“I have to do this so that I can prove I can handle it. If I want to be a hunter, I have to survive a solo hunt” you tried, hoping that some kind of explanation would be better than nothing. Even if it didn’t make sense, it was the truth.

There was no way around that.

Sam could hardly believe what it was you were trying to tell him.

It was crazy.

Even the most experienced hunters knew better than to hunt alone, and here, your literal blood expected you to do it all by yourself on your first time. You were bound to get yourself killed, they had to know that.

“That’s insane, you’ve never even been out there before, right?” he clarified, pretty sure that given the way you were going about business, you had the basics down, in theory, but you’d never done it.

He’d been doing this long enough to be able to see that.

It was in the way you sat, the way you carried yourself, and even the way you picked at the wrapper of your snickers bar as you carried on conversation.

You’d never killed anything before, and if you went out there to try and hunt something on your own, you would die.

...and he wasn’t about to let that happen.

You shrugged, giving away the truth that he was already perfectly aware of. The facts were what they were but the fact that you were here, trying something, was enough to prove to him that you had what it took to do this.

All you needed was a little help.

“Let me help”

Sam’s offer caught you off guard, rightfully, but what was more shocking was the fact that you wanted to accept. There was just something about Sam, and you could tell that he really did care what happened to you.

If there was anyone in the world you could trust to help you, it was him, but there was just one thing that was stopping you from agreeing.

It was cheating.

The family made it so that you had to do this on your own, and if you didn’t, you basically wouldn’t have a home to go back to. You weren’t sure how they would feel about you getting help from anyone.

Especially not from an already established hunter like Sam.

You had come from a relatively sheltered hunter’s family too, that didn’t really interact with other hunters too much but you knew well enough to know that he was pretty good at this.

In the same way that he knew that you had never done this before, you could tell that he knew what was going on. He kept looking over his shoulder, out the window, and based on the stack of files he had, he knew a lot more about much more than you did.

You didn’t even know this was possible.

“I can’t ask you to do that, Sam. We barely even know each other, I can’t ask you to risk your life for me” you sighed, just thinking about it was enough to stress you out.

What if you agreed and he got himself killed? What if you agreed and somehow the family found out? There were just too many things that could go wrong.

It was safer to do it on your own, as counterintuitive as that may have seemed.

“You aren’t asking, I offered” he countered, a soft shrug of his shoulders like he didn’t really care how clearly dangerous this was.

Maybe he didn’t.

You were starting to get the feeling that Sam wasn’t the kind who really thought about the danger in the situations he put himself in. More than anything, he worried about the people he could save.

Right now, you were a person he could save, and he wanted to.

You had just met, of course, but Sam knew a good person when he saw one. This idea that your brothers had about having to earn your place with some weird hazing didn’t really make much sense to him.

...but it wasn’t your fault.

The way they were didn’t have anything to do with you. Sam knew better than anyone else that sometimes parents believed things that weren’t exactly right. He disagreed with his dad all the time, in the years they’d lived together.

They were just wrong, sometimes.

“I know, it just seems like the kind of thing you can’t ask a stranger” you huffed, sipping on some of the cheap coffee Sam had offered you when you came in, a soft smile on your face.

As odd as this whole encounter was, it made you realize how good some people were. There was a whole community of hunters out there, that neither of you had ever really known, and it was cool to get a taste of it.

Even if it did kind of taste like burnt coffee and cheap chocolate.

“Just hang out here until my brother comes back, maybe by then we won't be strangers” Sam suggested, picking up his own steaming paper cup of coffee and clinking it to yours.

He couldn’t just let you walk right out the door, not knowing what could happen.

You were interesting to him and knowing that he could potentially save your life was more than enough incentive to keep you around a little longer. Once his brother heard your story, and realized what you were talking about, he would want to help too.

Sam was sure of it, and really, it wasn’t a bad offer.

It couldn’t hurt.

“Well, I guess I should be glad I ran into you outside, huh?” you grinned, taking the newspaper from where he’d set it when you came in, on the bed closest to you both.

The two of you had a lot of work to do if you were going to find a case in this town, and waiting for his brother seemed like the perfect time.

Sam was good company, you just had to hope that he would make an even better hunting partner.

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littlemessyjessi · 5 years

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Christmas Cards with Sam Winchester!

Sam Winchester Headcanons: Christmas Cards

Sending Christmas cards with Sam would include:

Him outwardly expressing how ridiculous he found this.

Inwardly thinking you were the most precious creature on the face of the earth for this.

Outwardly acting like he doesn't care about the design.

Inwardly hoping you'll be the silly ones with the dogs.

Strategically taking out one of the packs you put in and placing in like five of the dog ones.

Also, stategically claiming that he forgot something and whining until you went back and got it.

Then taking the opportunity to just go through the line so you won't notice

You returning ten minutes later with whatever he'd needed and pouting when you saw him sitting there waiting on you

He claims he found a slow spot in the line and that it would just be easier...and also that he remembered he didn't need that thing he sent you on a wild goose chase for anyway.

You being slightly miffed with him for it

You sitting down immediately at the motel and starting to filll out cards

Find the puppy cards

Going to squeeze the devil out of Sam "for no reason"

Leaving him a card under his pillow telling him you love him and Merry Christmas

And thanks for being a sneaky sneak.

Best cards ever.

Even better when you snuck those sleeping pictures of Sam and Dean into all the envelopes before they went out.

Thank god for the photo kiosks at Walmart.

Hunters all over the country absolutely flooded the boys phones that year on Christmas.

Best cards to date.

Heeey, smoochies! I hope you enjoyed this bonus content for Smoochmas! While not full on imagine/stories they are fun little snippets! If ya like it, please be sure to let me know in the comments and check out my masterlist! Link on profile!

Love, Mama Kennysaurus

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4izawas · 4 years

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Imagine Sam Fucking You In The Backseat Of The Impala

Summary: When Agent Perry had come to your library that night, you’d believed that it was to ask you a few more questions, not fucking you in the backseat of the car he shared with his partner - honestly, though? You weren’t complaining.

Pairing: Sam Winchester/Reader

For: @corteseisms

Request: Alright, okay. SO! I saw you were open to some imagine requests and I’ve been itching to see Sam and a plus size reader in the backseat of the Impala? 👀

Warnings: M/F, One Night Stand, Car Sex

Note: You didn’t *say* you wanted porn, but... uh... I gave it....

The people in the various cars speeding by the library parking lot and those walking on the sidewalk made sure to avert their eyes from the heavily shaking black car, those on the streets also choosing to block out the sounds of loud moans that echoed from the vehicle.

Inside the car, you let out a low cry, “Oh, fuck Sam!” Above you, the seemingly unimaginably muscular (and sexy) man lets out a deep moan, speeding up the thrusts of his hips as he fuck into you desperately.

If Sam was completely honest with himself, he’d never expected the absolute need he’d felt when he’d seen you in that damn library. He knew a lot of people wouldn’t expect it, what with ‘the way he looked opposed to you’ (which is what he’d heard three women say as the passed the pair of you by earlier that night), but he didn’t give a damn - you were so, so attractive and he was absolutely desperate for you (and seeing the smug smiles wiped from their faces when he’d leaned down and kissed you had been a definite plus). Now here the pair of you were, needily fucking each other in the backseat, and Sam would be lying if he said that the sight of his cock repeatedly sinking into you didn’t make him harder with each glance. Even now, as your pussy swallowed his length with ease all while allowing him to bottom out so completely that his hips were flush against the inside of your soft thighs (which he couldn’t help but love the cushioning they gave as he repeatedly drilled into your pussy without a shred of mercy) in a way that he’d never really managed with the other girls he’d been with.

With one last look at your sexy-as-hell body (nevermind that it was larger, that actually turned him on even more) that quivered with the orgasm he just gave you, his grip on you and on the back rest of the front seat of the Impala tightened as he came, letting out a small roar as he did so.

Chest heaving, he tries to make the two of you more comfortable in the now tiny backseat. His fingers absentmindedly trace over the silvery stretch marks on your stomach, eyes interested. They were prettier than society had made them out to be.

“I’d love to stay,” you whisper softly, “but I have to get home.”

Sam nods tiredly, pulling out of you and grabbing your clothes from the front seat and handing them to you gently, not wanting to jostle you in case you were still sensitive. You send him a soft smile as he dresses himself, pulling your shirt over your head and choosing to just shove your bra into your bag (because fuck them, that’s why) before getting out of the backseat and climbing into the passenger’s. Same gets in the driver’s side and cranks the car before pulling out of the parking lot and taking you home, one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh, relishing the way you absentmindedly played with his fingers while looking out the window. Before long - and sooner than he’d have liked - he’s pulling into your driveway, your kissing him on the cheek and thanking him for tonight, and then your gone. He leans against the Impala, still in your driveway, for a few minutes before letting out a sigh and leaving. He hated the fact that he’d be gone the next morning without even the chance at a goodbye or at giving an explanation.

What he didn’t expect - though he should have - was for dean to know what... activities his little brother had taken up in his car when they got into it to leave the next morning sldespite all of Sam’s attempts to air it out - but what did Sam care? His phone had just dinged with a message from your number, he was telling you he was leaving, and you were accepting both that and Sam’s requests to keep in contact with ease; he couldn’t stop grinning.

“Sam?” Dean asks, voice low. He’s clearly annoyed, but his little brother doesn’t care.

No, Sam doesn’t look up, too focused on your texts, so his only response is a low “Hmm?”

“Why the fuck does my car smell like sex?”

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french-vanilla-in-the-clouds · 2 years

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♡ fluff ∣ ❥ angst ∣ დ hurt/comfort

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justjensenandhisalteregos · 2 months

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Man! I Feel Like A Woman ~ Part 2 of I Need a Nap

Pairing: Dean Winchester x f! Reader

Warnings: (Y/N) might be sexier than Dean anticipated, hehe. Other than that just a lot of sweetness and maybe a funny Sam.

A/N: Well, ya’ll here it is! The much anticipated part two to I Need A Nap. This was a fun one to write. As always, thoughts, hearts, and reblogging are always welcome and much appreciated! X PS. The picture of the dress came out way too big so I improvised (outfits at the end)

WC: 620

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My eyes twitched between the two brothers.

Did Dean just…?

Did I just…?

Answer the dang man, (Y/N).

“Dean, yes. I’d love to be your valentine!” A wide smile tugged at each end of my lips as I felt my face get heated. I threw my arms around Dean’s neck giving him a hug.

“(Y/N)… Air…” Dean chocked between breaths.

“Oh… heh…sorry D.” I removed my arms from his neck and smiled sheepishly.

Sam sat at the table with a smug smile from what had just transpired. He looked at Dean with an I told you so smirk.

Dean rolled his eyes as Sam passed out the deli sandwiches and chips that he had brought back.

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Dean’s POV

“So, what’s your plan Mr. Valentine?” Sam asked as he looked up from the book he was reading.

“Well, I know (Y/N) likes to dress up when the situation calls for it. I’m gonna take her to that new steakhouse that opened up last month. Then, ya know, we’ll see what happens.” I finished waggling my eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, God, Dean. Too much information!” Sam’s face scrunched up in disgust at the thought of his brother and (Y/N) doing that.

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1:10 PM Valentines Day 2/14/98

I made it to my room, closing the door.

Quickly I got into the shower and did a complete wash down, with shampoo, deep conditioner, a vanilla sugar scrub over my entire body, and ended with a total shave down of my legs and arm pits. No hair, don’t care.

After blow drying my hair I knew I was going to curl my long hair.

Dean likes when I wear my hair curly.

Plugging in my curling iron I knew I was missing something.

Hmmm, I think this calls for a little Shania.

I smirk approving of my choice in music. I placed the CD in the stereo and shut the top. Pressing play, the stereo filled my room with the familiar first notes of Man! I Feel Like A Woman.

“No inhibitions, make no conditions

Get a little outta line

I ain't gonna act politically correct

I only wanna have a good time”

I sang to the music as I cured my hair. To keep my long curls in tack tonight, I doused my hair with hairspray and finished with makeup and and a pretty dress. I was excited because Dean told me to dress to the nines because he was taking me somewhere nice.

Grabbing the little maroon number hidden in the back of my closet, I smirked pleasingly. I had recently bought it when I had gone to California to visit my other best friend, you know just in case, I sighed happily to myself as I laid out the dress, black heels, and a black purse.

After buckling the heels, I smoothed the fabric of my dress looking at myself in the full length mirror. Once I was satisfied, I opened my bedroom door and made my way to Dean’s bedroom door, where I heard AC DC coming from it.

I knocked loudly so he could hear my knock over his loud music.

Within a minute or two Dean’s door opened as he looked up from rolling up his sleeves.

Dean smiled at me before her got a glance at my outfit. His eyes just about bulged out of their sockets. If I wasn’t watching I would have missed it because just as easily, a knowing smirk flashed across his face.

Ever so gentlemanly, Dean held out his arm for me to take as he escorted me to sit shotgun in Baby to take me on our first date, Valentine’s no less!

Part 3

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waywardnerd67 · 2 years

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Winchester Studies Chap 8 - Meant to Be

Summary: Five years after leaving UMKC, (Y/N) has finally found her way back to London writing about her whirlwind romance with the Winchester brothers. While walking home, fate steps in showing her that she cannot avoid what is meant to be. Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader Pairing: Dean x Reader Warnings: Fluff/Light Smut Word Count: 1724 A/N: As always this is unbeta so all mistakes are mine. Likes, comments and reblogs are splendid and I will love you doubly for them! Enjoy!

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(Y/N) sat at a small table smiling at the young lady in front of her. She was holding her newly released book, The Study of Falling in Love. It was making a rise on best sellers lists in the US and UK, which is why she was in a small bookshop in the heart of London. Reading a chapter from the book to a crowd of fifty or so and signing copies for them.

After leaving UMKC and the Winchesters behind, she was notified that she had indeed earned enough credits to graduate this semester. Her diploma was mailed to her and she had a small ceremony with her parents and Katy that Christmas. When she received her diploma there was a note within it from Cas.

Congratulations on this achievement. It was rightly earned and well deserved. I hope that you are doing well and wish you all the best for the bright future you have ahead of you.

Sincerely, Dr. Cas Novak Dean of Students

PS: They wanted me to pass along their congratulations as well.

(Y/N) decided to build up a freelance editing service while regrouping at home over the next couple of years. Katy had moved to New York in that time and one trip visiting her they mused over (Y/N) writing a book to help work through everything that had happened at UMKC. During the day, she would read and edit for clients while at night she would pour her heart out onto the pages of her manuscript.

Now, five years after her whirlwind love affair with her professors, their story was out there for all to read. Of course, no one knew it was based on her real life experience. Except for her agent and Katy, the only ones who would ever know it was their story would be the Winchesters. As she signed the last book and the shop began to close up, (Y/N) collected her things and made her way out into the warm summer evening of downtown London.

“Excuse me! Miss (Y/L/N)! Could you please sign my book?”

Her body froze as a cold shiver ran down her spine. The familiar deep voice sending goosebumps down her arms. (Y/N) turned to see Sam Winchester standing on the sidewalk holding her book in his hand. A wide smile on his face as he approached her.

“Hey (Y/N).”

“S-Sam, what are you doing here?” She asked, completely taken back by him.

Endless nights of wondering and dreaming about the Winchesters. What happened after Sam had gone back to teaching and Dean resigned from his position. Had they moved on? As she looked at the book in his hand, she noticed at least Sam had in fact moved on.

“You’re married?”

He chuckled, “Yeah. That’s why I’m here, Eileen and I are starting our honeymoon in London. We were walking around here yesterday when I saw your gorgeous face being advertised for a book signing. I knew I had to come here and see you. We should catch up.”

“Yeah, we… uh, definitely should.” He handed her a business card, “You’re still at UMKC and Dean of Students now?”

He chuckled, “A lot has changed. Cas is now Chancellor and I was appointed to his position. I’m staying at The Westminster. Why don’t we meet for lunch at around noon.”

“That sounds great Sam.”

He leaned down kissing her cheek, “See you tomorrow.”

She watched him walk down the street, her mind reeling from seeing him. That night she tossed and turned in her bed as her heart pounded against her chest. A thousand questions bouncing around in her head, but only one screaming at her.

Could Dean be here as well?

The next morning, she went through her daily routine of warm tea, small breakfast and feeding her cat, Chaucer. Distracting herself if only for an hour as she conference called with her agent about the deadlines for a new book. Making sure to give herself plenty of time to get to the hotel restaurant, she left around eleven hailing a taxi.

Arriving twenty minutes early, she texted Sam where she was sitting and told him to take his time. She ordered her favorite tea to calm her nerves and people watched out the window beside her. She had a few story ideas forming in her mind when she heard someone say her name. Her rapid heartbeat filled her ears as her eyes looked up into bright olive ones.

“Dean…” She gasped, blinking a few times to make sure she was not manifesting a delusion from her mind.

“(Y/N), I-I wasn’t… I thought I was meeting Sam? W-What are you doing here?” He looked around at the few people staring at them before sitting across from her.

The waiter came over and Dean ordered coffee before looking back at her. Her mind was blank as her eyes slowly traveled over him. He looked almost the same as the last time she had seen him. A few days worth of stubble covered his sharp jaw and chin. The creases around his eyes seemed deeper which brought a little joy to her heart knowing he still smiled a lot. His shoulders and chest broader while the black leather jacket he wore conformed perfectly around his large biceps.

She watched a small smirk curl over his lips, “You’re staring.”

“I’m s-sorry. I can’t believe you’re in front of me right now.” She tried to lean back into her chair but her body was too tense.

The waiter brought his drink before he spoke, “That makes two of us. I think we’ve been parent trapped.”

She laughed, “I hate to say it but I think you’re right.”

Her laughter faded as his eyes drifted over her. As his eyes came back to hers she could feel her cheeks burning. She cleared her throat and took a sip of her tea, not helping that suddenly her body was uncomfortably warm.

“So, what are you doing in London?” She asked.

“I’m working with some architects on a project for the Tower Bridge. I’ve been living here for about a year now. What about you?”

(Y/N) was trying to process that information. A whole year, he had been living in the same city as her.

“I moved here as well around a year ago. I run a freelance editing business and released my debut novel a few weeks ago.” There was a knowing look in his eyes as she spoke, “You knew all that already, right?”

He nodded, “I did. Sam may have kept up with you after you left. He would let little bits of info slip out if we ever had one too many drinks together. I… uh, I read your book the day it came out.”

A cold shiver spread across her body, “I know you may be upset with me writing it, but I can assure you that no one knows it’s based on my life. I made sure of that to protect you both.”

He chuckled, “I’m not worried about that. I enjoyed reading your book. It gave me a unique point of view of how you felt during all of it. I didn’t like the ending at first.”

She chuckled, “I’m not surprised. That was truly the only fictional part I had to come up with other than changing names of people involved.”

Dean leaned forward, “However, at this moment, I think it may have been fate showing us through you what the ending was always meant to be.”

She sucked in a shaky breath, “Dean, I’m sure… you’ve had plenty of opportunities to move on to bigger and better things.” She averted her eyes from his piercing and soul searching stare.

“Yes, I have and I have always turned them down.” He lifted her chin, “I meant what I said in my letter all those years ago. You, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), are the only woman for me.”

The pounding of her heart only added to the endless deep void that resided within her soul. She fantasized of hearing those words come from his lips, desperate for the steady ache of her broken heart to be mended.

He left some money on the table and held out his hand to her, “I want to show you something.”

Even if she wanted to resist him, she would not be able to. Her heart simply would not allow it and a long forgotten spark ignited as her hand touched his. Walking outside, he led her down the street for a few blocks until coming in front of an office building. They rode the elevator up to the fifteenth floor, the flames of desire building between them.

He opened a large onyx door that led into a beautiful office. It was open and filled with rays of natural light from the wall to ceiling windows. His name was etched onto the nameplate resting on the front of a large wooden desk. A familiar, large wooden desk.

“Oh my god…” She whispered, running her fingers over the edge where her life changed forever, “This is your desk from UMKC.”

“Yes it is. I bought it from the university when I resigned and had it in my home office until moving it here.” He leaned against it leaning towards her, “And there have been many late nights when I replay our first time together in my mind, sitting here, while making myself cum.”

She sucked in a harsh breath before pulling her lip between her teeth, “I was just thinking about that right now.”

The building tension between them finally snapped as their bodies crashed together. Every kiss. Every touch. Every sweet word from his mouth and cry of his name as he buried himself deep inside of her. (Y/N)’s heart began to mend back together. As the last wave of pleasure rushed over her and Dean thrusted deeply inside of her. The world around her became whole and beautiful once more.

“I love you. I have always loved you and I need you by my side.” He whispered beneath her ear.

Wrapped around his body, she pulled him tighter against her, “I’m here and I’m never, ever leaving your side again. I’m right where I’m meant to be.”

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rustys-lodge · 3 years

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Since you'd be willing to write a Winchester daughter fic could you please write a Sam x daughter reader?

So basically it just a bunch of fluffy moments between them from when she was a baby then when she was four and all the way to her being 12/13 (her current age)

The moments could be like how she never wanted to drink milk or eat her veggies and he'd give her a "look" Like a dad look and she always ends up doing whatever it is her dad wants?

I don't know If that makes sense?

I just want a bunch of fluffy Cuteness ❤

Thank youu

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You strided into the library, uncertain of what to do next. You had spent the whole day in your room, no school, no case or mosters to search for, nothing. And apparently you weren't the only one hit with the boredom fever as your father was sitting on the edge of the table, his lengthy legs swinging in the air while your uncle was plopped on the chair, lazily sipping his beer.

"Oh, hey my love." A grin appeared on your dad's lips when he noticed you.

"Hey, daddy." Voice low and calm, you grinned back, leaning agaisnt one of the marble columns, drowning into your own thoughts.

Everyone who's ever known you and your father all said the same thing. "You're your father's light, Y/n" They'd all talk about how he changed the day he got to hold you in his arm. It was like your birthday was his birthday too. Your uncle Dean would talk about he'd gazed at you for hours, a smile pasted on his lips. How he'd rocked you in his arms and wouldn't let go of you, whispering in your ear, making promises as if you were understanding him.

Your dad himself would keep telling you about your first fall off the bike when you were 4 years old, about how you kept crying until he came, how you asked him to keep holding your hand the rest of that day because you were scared to lose your balance again; But you were walking ! You couldn't fall.

Memories from when you were little were very foggy, but your first day of school was as clear as water. You were so devastated that daddy was leaving that you clutched his leg for an hour. And when he freed himself you moved to the other leg.

at 7 you were old enough to eat on your own. But you were too disgusted by food to eat at all. Tears would fill up your eyes and you'd look down, but you'd feel your dad's gaze on you. You'd plead, saying that your tummy hurts but he'd keep ignoring you. And when you'd look up, you'd find him glaring at you, his stern face and very very relaxed eyes would cause you to slither down the chair. It'd make you eat the whole damn plate.

You' had always wondered what he would've done if you didn't do as he said. And later when you grew a little older, you found out, the hard way.

It was a time where you decided you didn't want to go to school anymore. You wanted to help your dad out with his work, even after he told you to forget about. But you skipped an exam that day, resulting in an hour long lecture, a red father, spit flying your way and 3 hours of sobbing. Your dad had taken you home. He pushed you inside as soon as he opened the door, sat you a chair and started shouting right away. The fear in your eyes and tears streaming down your face didn't seem to affect him. Not until he was done. He was still mad at you. He didn't talk to you all night. But that didn't stop him from spending the night with you, hugging you and kissing the back of your head.

"Hellooo...Pumpkin ? I know it's not your season yet but-"

You quietly snorted, snapping out of your thoughts. God, that was the worst dad joke you've ever heard him say.

"I'm so glad my friends aren't around...it would've been em-barrassing" You laughed.

It was a lie, though. You would've been proud if he'd said that in front of your friends. Because you had the most loving and caring dad. You had the best dad.

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