[i-am-not-a-guardian-deactivated]

if you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.

[torn-and-frayed]

[inritum]

reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

[ghostdog07]

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.

THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.

[deathklaue]

YOOOOOOO

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

IM STILL FREAKING OUT ABOUT THIS

[doryishness]

holy fuck, I didn’t expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever it’s just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASN’T SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS. 

[victoriaringsinyourears]

I WANTED TO SEE MY BOYFRIEND AND I DIDN’T THINK I’D GET DAYS OFF BUT THIS WEEKEND I’M HEADING UP THERE??? THIS IS CRAZY SHIT 

[lenshade]

SO LIKE I JOKINGLY WISHED FOR MY OWN LEN KAGAMINE AND THEN LIKE A WEEK LATER I GOT A LEN NENDOROID??? H ELP

[themixedbagofwhat]

WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????

[wodkat]

ok I’ve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL IT’S AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE

[acstiel]

THE BOY I FELL I LOVE WITH LEFT TO TRAVEL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WORLD AND HAS BEEN GONE NOW FOR 3 MONTHS. WE HAVENT SPOKEN SINCE BECAUSE I DIDNT WANT TO MAKE HIM FEEL TRAPPED TO ME AND NOT ENJOY HIS TIME SO I WAITED FOR HIM TO CONTACT ME FIRST. I SAW THIS ON A PARTICULARLY LOW DAY WHEN I WAS MISSING HIM SO MUCH I CRIED FROM THE PAIN, GUYS I REALLY LOVE HIM, SO I THOUGHT MEH WHAT THE FUCK, AND WISHED HE WOULD JUST LET ME KNOW HE WAS OKAY.

GUYS.

HE FUCKING CALLED ME 20 MINUTES LATER

20 FUCKNG. MINUTES. LATER.

GOOD THINGS DO HAPPEN. AND ITS IN THIS POST.

[juststrokemyglabella]

I wish for someone to leave something in my ask.

[adweeb-deactivated20160228]

OKAY SO I ASKED FOR A HEDGEHOG AND NOW GUESS WHO HAS A PET HEDGEHOG

[mydeadcarcass]

I WISHED FOR SNK MERCH THE FIRST TIME. I GOT A JACKET.

I WISHED FOR MY GIRLFRIEND THE SECOND TIME. I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.

[openyourthird-eye]

THIS WORKs I WISHED I WAS MOVING TO NORTH CAROLINA AND GUESS WHAT GUYS IM MOVING TO NC IN AUGUST I PROMISE U IM NOT LYING

[ariya-art]

guys ok ur probably thinking that this is all just bs right? WELL I THOUGHT SO TOO BUT I WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD CHAT ME AND HE DID AND IM FREAKING OUT not even kidding i swear on my grampas grave this works

[haihl-blog]

I love this it always works for me yey thank u shooting star :’)

[phoxae]

woah the notes let’s hope my wish comes true

[thecoffeedesk]

I NEED THIS TO WORK FOR ME BIG TIME

[thecoffeedesk]

REBLOGGING THIS SHIT AGAIN I NEED IT

[emmastudies]

✨✨✨✨

[lifeinatextbook]

✌🏽❤️

[makemyownendingg]

Say what you will about Paul but he is gonna fuck all these people up and it’s gonna be hysterical

[actuallyknowntobequitevexing]

Sam, looking in the First Aid kit: WHY WOULD YOU FILL IT WITH CHEETOS?!

Dean, bleeding out: I thought it was funny at the time.

[actuallyknowntobequitevexing]

Castiel / Flirting with an Angel  Series Masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

[chuckstypewriter]

"Who do you want to see as a regular?"

Jensen: Ruth. Jared: Ruth. Fandom: Ruth. Rob: I literally have a crush on Ruth.

Writers:….

Writers: Lucifer, got it.

[actuallyknowntobequitevexing]

me when i first heard about tom holland being the new spiderman: wait...what? that smol child? spiderman? nah too precious

me when i saw tom holland/peter parker in civil war: holy SHIT ALKJHFAJKGH

me when i saw the new spiderman homecoming trailer: thATS IT IM FUVCKING DONE I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO FVK U TOM HOLLAND FOR MAKIN ME LUV U EVEN MORE

[bringmesomepie56-deactivated202]

Raise your hand if you suck ass at writing/finishing a series...

[actuallyknowntobequitevexing]

Or, ya know, finishing any writing at all 

[actuallyknowntobequitevexing]

Sam / I Like You

It was quiet in the bunker, each person sitting at the dinner table busying themselves with research for another werewolf case. Sam, Dean, and you had been siting there for about an hour, driving yourselves insane with the lack of information on the vics and the possible suspect.

Dean was the first one to break. He tossed his dad's journal aside, bringing his hands up to his face, exasperated. "I'm. So. Bored. I need a beer."

His chair scraped against the floor as he rose to walk to the kitchen. You and Sam smiled at Dean's impatience. Sam's eyes met yours and his smile grew softer, but more genuine. You smile shyly, looking back down at your book. A strand of your hair falls in front of your face, and you quickly tuck it behind your ear. Your cheeks warmed to a slight pink color, feeling giddy at the slight interaction with Sam.

The tension between you two was palpable. You were both interested in each other, but neither of you took that one small step to acknowledge it. Your budding but secretive relationship was exciting to both of you, but slightly annoying to others. It was very obvious to everyone that you two liked each other.

You and Sam continued with your research, the both of you occasionally stealing glances at the other. A few minutes later, Dean returns, beer in hand.

His eyes switch back and forth between you two, assessing your slight interaction. He rolls his eyes and says, "You two are pathetic."

"Excuse me?" Sam raises an eyebrow at his brother incredulously.

"Ya heard me. If you two don't come to terms with your feelings for each other soon, I think I'm gonna lose my damn mind." He pauses, rethinking his last statement, and then adds, "For real this time."

Sam and you share a surprised glance, and you shift in your seat, embarrassed. You speak up to break the silence, "What do you mean? Our 'feelings' for each other?"

"Don't play stupid with me, (Y/N). I know you've got the hots for Sammy, and I also know that little Sammy won't stop talking about you. You guys are crazy for each other." Dean takes another swig of beer, keeping his eyes on you two to see what drama he has stirred up.

Your cheeks are getting redder by the minute. You see Sam look over at Dean and give him a, "Really, dude?" look.

Dean smiles, shrugs, and stands up once more. "I'll leave you two to talk about your emotions and crap."

Dean leaves the room, sipping his beer carelessly. He has no idea of the tornado of awkwardness he just unleashed unto the room. Or maybe he does, and that just makes him more of a dick.

You can't help but smile, knowing that Sam talked about you all the time. You bite on the end of your pen, trying to stifle your smile.

"I-I'm sorry, (Y/N)," Sam offers the first words. "You know Dean, he's just..." He seems at a loss for words.

"Yeah I know, he's Dean," You roll your eyes, then focus them on Sam's face, trying to read his true emotions. "So, you like me?"

Sam laughs half-heartedly. "Very straight to the point."

"I am. That didn't answer my question. Is Dean right?"

"Technically, that's two questions." Sam attempts to joke. When he sees you're not smiling anymore, he coughs and adds, "Well, yeah. He's correct. I do give you lots of compliments... Because you're a great hunter and researcher."

"Never to my face, though," You smirk. "But it's okay. I guess I've been secretive about my thoughts on you, as well."

Something sparks in Sam, and there's a new interest shining in his eyes. He leans forward, the corner of his mouth pulled up in a smirk. He stands from his chair and makes his way around the table, towards you. "Are you saying you like me, too?"

You shrug, trying to play it off coolly. "I didn't say a thing. But if you just want to assume-"

His hands grab each side of your chair, his body hovering over you. His face is inches away from yours. "That didn't answer my question," he quoted you. "Do you like me, too?"

Your breath is taken away by his closeness, and the sudden smell of his cologne surrounds you. You look up into his beautiful eyes, smiling and answering, "Yeah. Guess I do."

He places his hand on the side of your neck, his fingers curling right beneath your hairline. Chills run up and down your body. He leans in, meeting his lips with yours. You immediately accept the kiss and move your lips with his. All the tension between you vaporized around you two, melting off into the kiss. The relief relaxes your shoulders, and your hand moves up to his scruffy cheek.

He pulls back from the kiss, a triumphant smile replacing your lips. His eyes scan over your face lovingly. "You're amazing, (Y/N)."

"Tell me about it." you tease, making him chuckle and pull you back into another fervent kiss.

[starryskyalchemist-deactivated2]

Dean Winchester with scruff reblog if you agree

[ohmychuckitssamanddean]

[actuallyknowntobequitevexing]

Dean / Lazy Nights

You and Dean had been dating for the past few weeks, and it had, so far, been a very happy relationship. You two meshed so well together that your relationship was as relaxed and fun as it had been in the past, just with more cuddling and kissing. You two tried not to make your relationship too "showy" because you didn't want Sam to feel awkward or alone, but Sam completely supported your relationship.

One day, while on a case, you and Sam go out to interview people about a nest of vamps that are killing people around town, leaving Dean at the motel to do more research. When you and Sam finally got back, Sam puts the car in park but doesn't shut it off.

"I'm going to get dinner. You staying here?" he asks.

You nod, tell him to be safe, and get out of the car. You arrived at the door of your motel room, inserting the key and turning it to unlock the room. You step in, shut the heavy door behind you, and lean against it. A wave of defeat and sleepiness washed over you.

"Hey, babe." a familiar voice sounds from across the room.

Your eyes focus in the dimly lit room, and you smile at the sight before you. Dean is sitting on one of the twin beds, still completely dressed in his "FBI" suit from earlier, even down to the shoes. Usually you would call him out on being too lazy to change his clothes, but he just looked too adorable and comfortable.

You smile, wondering how you got so lucky to have such an adorable guy like him. "Hey, hun." you reply, removing your FBI blazer.

Dean went back to typing away on his computer. As you took off your heels and removed the clip from your hair, you admired the sight. No matter how defeated or tired or upset or angry you were, seeing Dean always lifted your spirits. That's how you knew you loved him, actually - no one else had made you feel this way before. Especially every single time you saw him. You were just fascinated by him, and you were so thankful to be his.

Dean's face lit up in a smile suddenly, removing you from your thoughts. "You enjoying the view or something?" he chuckled, looking over at you.

You felt your cheek flush, realizing you had been staring. You shrug, smiling back at him. "How could I not?"

He looked down at his computer once more, a goofy grin still plastered on his face. He seemed pleased by your compliment. You make your way to his bed, crawling up next to him. You laid beside him and rested your head on his chest, your hands wrapping around his arm. You relaxed your body, melting into the comforting moment and his strong chest.

He pressed his lips against your head, and went back to typing. You kept up with his work for a little while, watching the screen flash back and forth between news articles, government files, etc. Your eyes begin to droop, and you soon give into your sleepiness.

A few hours later, you woke up to darkness. You felt Dean's arm resting around your waist lazily, his body a few inches away from yours. You looked over at the clock, seeing that it was 2:37 A.M. You had fallen asleep not only in your makeup, but also in your full FBI outfit. Chuckling, you realize Dean did the same - sans the makeup part. His tie was loosened and his shoes were off, but everything else was just as it had been. He didn't bother to change, either. Although you realized in that moment how lazy you two were, you thought it was rather adorable.

You scooted closer to Dean so that your bodies were together, and he automatically held you tighter, as if it were a reflex. You smile again, feeling the soft, cool material of his dress shirt against your face. You worried about getting makeup on his nice shirt, but shrugged it off when your eyes began to droop again. You'd just fix it tomorrow.

Geez, I really am lazy, you thought.

[imadeangirl-butimsamcurious]

Exquisite Corpse Challenge!

Okay, the Exquisite Corpse Writing Challenge has officially begun and the first writer is going to be @paigeinastory ! You’re going to be writing the first part of the story based off the prompt at the bottom of this! I tried to keep it as short and open as possible so you could really do what you want with it. I also wrote Sam/Dean so you can decide who the story is going to be about (but pick one, don’t keep writing Sam/Dean :p). Just a reminder that if I have any late entries just send me an Ask and I’ll add you to the list, here’s some More Info about the challenge.

And without further ado, your prompt:

   “Y/N? Where are you?”

   A deep voice drew your attention from your current endeavor and you looked up just in time to see Sam/Dean Winchester’s towering form appear in the doorway. He squinted down in confusion and you flashed him an innocent smile.

   “What the hell is that?” he asked.

Don’t forget to tag the next person on the list at the bottom of your paragraph! Or paragraphs, whatever you decide to write :p you have 48 hours to reblog this with you part of the story!

[paigeinastory-deactivated201804]

 “Y/N? Where are you?”

  A deep voice drew your attention from your current endeavor and you looked up just in time to see Dean Winchester’s towering form appear in the doorway. He squinted down in confusion and you flashed him an innocent smile.

  “What the hell is that?” He asked, looking remotely concerned. “You don’t know what this is?” You shot on of your eyebrows in the air. “That’s the whole point of the question, sweetheart. Put me out of misery and tell me what it is.” Dean practically begged you and, fought the urge to roll his eyes. 

    “You don’t even want to try and guess what it is?” Now, you were just trying to get under his skin, and it definitely worked. “What’s in the box you’re carrying?” He didn’t understand what you were trying to hide from him. “Damn, Dean you’re acting like I’ve got a dead body part in here.” Going by his facial reaction, you couldn’t help breaking and smiling. 

     “If you wanna know so badly it’s my rock collection.” You shrugged suggestively. Dean made an even funkier face after that comment. “I’m only kidding. It’s actually a box of old pictures. At least I hope it is.” You blew the dust off of the top and moved past Dean continued down traveling down the hallway. “What do you want to do with those pictures in the first place?” Dean caught up with you before you reached the bunker library. 

“Well I was actually thinking about…”

@sassy-losechester Here you go!

[sassy-losechester]

All his questions put a smile on your face. Getting under his skin was a pastime favorite of yours, “I was actually thinking about us, look at all those pictures from when we first met up,” Setting the box on the table you tapped your fingers on the box.

Dean’s curiosity peaked, “Didn’t know you kept all of those pictures,” he mumbled standing behind you.

A smirk played on your lips, you couldn’t resist messing with him, “Although they might be pictures of my family. Might’ve grabbed the wrong box,” Shrugging your shoulders you opened the box. Greeted by dust that collected inside left you in a coughing fit.

Dean patted your back, while he laughed at your misery. As your coughs continued he reached into the box pulling out a picture, “Holy shit, would you look at that.”

Your coughs finally subsiding giving you a chance to look at the picture. A laugh escaped you seeing the photograph.

@justanotherwaywarddaughter here you go!

[justanotherwaywarddaughter]

Never had you taken a worse picture. Your hair was all at odd angles caught in the wind, your face all scrunched up mid-laugh, your cheeks red. It was definitely no glamor shot. But it was your favorite. 

The edges were crinkled and worn from use. You’d carried it with you, pulling it out when the world was especially dark and you’d needed a smile. Dean Winchester always seemed to be able to make you smile.

You laughed thinking back on that day. You and Dean sat on the hood of Baby. The sun was shining brightly, and the birds were singing. His arm was slung lazily across your shoulders, your legs tangled with his. He’d just told a particularly inappropriate joke when Sam had snapped the picture capturing your choked snort of a laugh for all eternity. 

Dean plucked the photo back from you hands, ending your trip down memory lane. “I remember this day. It was the first time…”

You turned to look at him, a smile still playing on your lips. Seeing his demeanor change from playful to pensive, you ventured, “Dean?”

Here you go! @skymoonandstardust

[skymoonandstardust]

The smile fell from your lips and you spoke again, your voice bringing Dean out of the haze he was in

“Dean, are you ok?”

“Yeah.“ he replied “I was just thinking about that day.“  the forced smile on his face– and pretty much everything else made your Spidey sense tingle. You weren’t buying it. He was clearly thinking about something and you wanted to know what.

“No, something was bothering you.” You insisted

Dean rubbed the back of his neck “It’s not important” seizing on the nearest thing he reached in the box and pulled out another photo "Come on, lets look at some more of these.“ You wanted to question him more but you knew how Dean was–stubborn. It would take a lot to get it out of him so  making a mental note about it for later you looked over at the picture in his hand.

As soon as you saw it you let out a laugh and your face lit up, a smile stretching a across it.

“Oh, I remember that one. that was when. . .”

Here you go @thedevilinthedetails

[thedevilinthedetails]

”…we had just finished off that vamp nest outside of Des Moines.“ “How could I forget, that was when…,” Dean trails off talking about how messy the hunt was, why he looks like the prom scene from Carrie in this photo. Your barely listening to him, mind filled with images of what else happened that night. The motel was really no different than any of the others– dingy carpet, the lingering smell of cigarettes, threadbare sheets– yet you distinctly remember every detail. Maybe you were trying to sear this night to your brain for eternity because you knew deep down it would never last. Maybe you needed it as a reminder why… ******* You’re up @canyonic @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious I hope beyond all hopes that this formats right since I’m on mobile. If not my deepest apologies.

[canyonic]

Maybe you needed it as a reminder why happiness is short-lived in this business. Feelings are messy for everyone on a daily basis, but, for hunters, it’s more than that. Mixing your sentiments with the job only increases the chances of a heartbreak, because hunters die, regularly. And it would be one thing to lose a friend, and another to lose something more.

That’s why that night spent together had initially been put behind, you and Dean both silently agreeing on the matter. But, against your better judgment and without even trying that much, you and Dean had gotten closer during the years. A stranger had become a friend, a one night lover, a best friend, and then the most important person in your life. You loved him. Pushing your thoughts away, you focused back on the box and picked up another photo. As soon as you did, Dean snatched it from your hands. “You kept this?” He asked.

@imadeangirl-butimsamcurious my tag for @roxy-davenport won’t work. Can you try?

[imadeangirl-butimsamcurious]

Yes, I can! @roxy-davenport , you’re next :)

[roxy-davenport]

Huge thanks to my awesome beta: @raspberrymama

“Of course I-.” A plonk could be heard as the notepad the photo was attached to fell on the floor. Dean snatched the photo from your hands looking at it and smiling. You, on the other hand, were focused on the notepad. You paused, not quite sure what to say. The truth was, you held onto the small keepsake because it was the happiest time you had with Dean. When you felt him beneath you, his hands roaming over your body, teasing you, caressing you, making you feel more alive than you had ever felt before or since, his words gentle yet seductive.

On that night you dared to hope that even though you were both hunters, you’d somehow be his. When your head hit the pillow, you dreamed of you and Dean going on dates, laughing at stupid movies, saving his ass on a hunt and just having a life with him.

However, when you woke up in that motel room, two years ago, to the cold hard truth of the reality you were living in, you knew he would never be yours. This would be only one night and so you took the motel notepad as a memento of that wonderful night. The Palm Isles. What a ridiculous name for a motel but you could attest to the beds being quite comfortable and the night being one you remembered to this day.

Dean had spoken but you hadn’t heard him; you were too lost in your own head. You could see his expression that night, feel his body against yours. Dean called your name for a third time, gently shaking your shoulders thus thrusting you out of the past and into the present.

“Yes Dean?” you asked matter-of-factly as if you hadn’t been a space cadet for two full minutes. Dean was giving you a curious look, the notepad in his hands. You could tell he was dying to ask you something. His mouth opened and closed not sure what to say. The two of you just sat in silence before his voice rang out.

“Y/N…um… this notepad. You kept it from the hotel where we-.”

“Yeah I kept it. We met at the bar, the Black Spurs, I think? I kept the coaster too. I don’t know why. I guess I thought it would be useful to write case notes on and by the looks of the scribbles on the first page, we were fighting a Djinn a week later.”

Dean looked unconvinced by your obvious attempt to cover up the real reason you kept the notepad.

“Is there another reason you kept this Y/N?” Dean asked.

@that-loud-kid you’re up.

[that-loud-kid]

“Do you want the truth Dean?” you asked with a pleading look in your eyes, begging for mercy. 

“Yes of course,” Dean answered, staring at you meaningfully with those beautiful green eyes. 

“Dean I–” you started trying to muster up the courage to finish the sentence,”–I didn’t think it would work out between us, but boy was I wrong. These two years have been the best of my life, and things working out between us show me just how perfect the universe can be sometimes.”

“It’s okay I get it, you saw how I was with chicks and the way hunters live. Us getting together was kind of crazy for me too because, I know how special you are and if we ever did get together I would have to seriously commit to you, for life,” Dean said with an even tone is his voice that let you know he was serious. 

“Dean will you…

@elizabeth-silverthorn its your time to shine. 

@imadeangirl-butimsamcurious

[elizabeth-silverthorn]

"Dean, will you quit being so sappy? No chick flick moments, right? I love you, too, but Christ almighty, lay off the lovey stuff.” Flashing a smirk back at him, I snatched up yet another picture from the box. “Oh my God, I love this one!” I exclaimed, grin spreading across my features. Dean’s arms slipped around me from behind, chin on my shoulder. The moment caught in the picture was of when I had roped him into coming to my sister’s wedding a year ago as my date. Dean had his arms around me a bit awkwardly, forced smile on his face. He loathed my family, and my prissy sister most of all. I didn’t care for her much, either. She was always kind of ordinary. The wedding seemed to stretch on for hours, and Dean was extremely disgruntled about the fact that there wasn’t even any pie. Anyway, Dean was shoved into a suit for the entire day, and I had no problem in ripping it off of him when the day was through. The green eyed beauty of the present day chuckled softly, nuzzling a bit into my neck. “I remember that,” he whispered in my ear. “And right after that picture was taken, your new brother-in-law…” Sorry it took so long. Anywho, @revwinchester, you are up!

[revwinchester]

“And right after that picture was taken your new brother-in-law started hitting on you,” Dean reminded you.

“Yeah, and you swooped in to save my sister’s marriage,” you reminisced.  “You never did tell me how or why you did that.”

“Well, I could tell you were uncomfortable but didn’t want to make a scene,” Dean started.  “You’re more than capable of handling a creep like him yourself but I just took him outside and told him to back off my girl.  And I might have, uh, intimidated him in order to remind him that he was a married man.”

You laughed, running your fingers over the picture.  “You threatened him into staying faithful, real nice,” you chuckled.  “But, you still haven’t said why.”

Dean’s arm tightened around you before he answered.  “I may not like your sister all that much but no one deserves that shit.”

“Well, aren’t you just so romantic,” you joked.

“Yeah, well…” Dean trailed off, his breath blowing across your cheek.

You turned to face the older Winchester and noted that he was looking pensive again.  You planted a sweet, lingering kiss on his lips before pulling away and looking him in the eye.

“Dean, I know something’s bugging you.  Just tell me what it is.”

@actuallyknowntobequitevexing, bring us home! @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious, this was fun!

[actuallyknowntobequitevexing]

(Okay I’m a terrible person I’m sorry this took so long ahhggggg)

His eyes flickered back and forth, seemingly contemplating his next move. He took in a shallow breath, lowered his head, and grabbed another picture out of the box. “Hey,” he said softly, feigning concentration, “I sure remember this day.” 

Your eyes left his face and glanced down at the picture. 

The first thing you saw was Sam’s glaring height. He had his arm draped over your shoulders, his foot cocked out and his hip jutting to the opposite side. His head was tilted to the side, his eyes squinted - in the middle of a laugh. Dean was on the other side of you, slightly bent at the waist, left hand over his stomach, right hand over your shoulders. His eyes were closed, paused in a moment of laughter. You were squished between the two tall men, a wide and goofy smile plastered on your face, eyes closed as well. 

Your heart warmed at the memory. You all couldn’t help but celebrate. You didn’t have any cases to work, any problems to fix, any heartbreak to mend. It was simply a night to have fun and be a family. 

A family, the words protruded your thoughts, bringing you back to the current time. You looked up at Dean again, seeing that he was lost in his own thoughts. Whether he was reminiscing the memory or thinking about something else, you’ll never know. But you did quite enjoy looking at him, admiring his features, loving every bit of him. 

You had lost a lot of people that you loved dearly. Bobby, Kevin, Charlie, your mom, your brother, your little sister, and countless more. Although losing them was the most painful thing you’ve ever experienced, you had learned a crucial lesson: Life is too short to not be living it the way you want.

Taking a breath in, the corner of your lips turns up in a small smile. You loved Dean - not just a familial way. You loved him. Couldn’t-live-without-him sort of love. You know you loved Dean. Hell, Dean probably knew you loved him. And if he didn’t, you were gonna tell him.

Pushing aside your nerves, you lean forward and plant a slow, gentle kiss on Dean’s cheek, feeling the scruff of his beard against your careful lips. When you pulled back, Dean had a huge smile on his face. He shook his head softly, and turned to meet your gaze.

“Thought you said no chick flick moments?” he mocked you.

“Screw it,” you said challengingly. “Do you love me?”

He was visibly taken back by your blatant question. After taking a moment to regain his composure, he answered, “Of course I love you. You’re family.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, seeing through his bullshit. “You only see me as a little sister, is that what you’re telling me? Because if that’s true, that’s a little messed up, considering we-”

“Okay, okay,” His hands jetted out in front of you, stopping you from saying anything more. He chuckled again, taking a moment to look over your face and contemplate his answer. Nodding his head, he confessed, “I love you, (Y/N).”

A smile formed on your lips, feeling relieved at his words. “Good.” You stood up off the bed, collected the scattered pictures on the bed, and put them back in your box. As you were putting the box back on the shelf, you heard Dean scoff, “Is that it?”

You grinned again, loving to play little games with him. Turning to face him, you crossed your arms over your chest and took a few steps towards him. “What do you want me to say, Dean?”

He shrugged, playing along with your little attitude. “I don’t know, maybe confess your undying, feverish love for me? Tell me how you think about me day and night, hour after hour, minute after joyful minute?” 

Quickly, the atmosphere changed from moody and contemplative to warm and playful. Giggling, you draped your arms over his neck, throwing one leg over his and lowering yourself so that you’re straddling him. His hands immediately found your hips, sliding underneath your shirt and trailing his fingers up and down the small of your back. You kissed him slowly, savoring the feeling of his lips against yours, of his warm hands on your back, of his chest pressed to yours. 

When you two pulled back from each other, you ran a hand through his hair, smoothing out the stray pieces on the side, enjoying the blissful silence. You met his eyes, realizing he hadn’t stopped watching you as you fixed his hair. A smile crossed his lips, a genuine, happy smile. 

You lean down and lightly dust kisses on his forehead and nose. He sighs deeply, relaxing his shoulders. You mutter softly, “I love you, Dean.”

His eyes fluttered closed as you kiss the apples of his cheeks and on his eyelids. He mumbles almost involuntarily, “I love you, too.”

You notice that your camera was behind him, resting on the bed. You reached around him and grabbed it, flipping open the lens. You turned yourself around so that you’re sitting on his lap, and his arms clasp around your waist, holding you close to him. You raise the camera up to focus on you two.

Click.

(I hope this ending lived up to everyone’s expectations - I had a lot to follow after such amazing writing!! A huge thank you to @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious for creating this amazing challenge and just for being an amazing person overall! Everyone who participated was absolutely fantastic, and thank y’all so much for coming together to create this story!) 

[mishasminions]

AN INTERVIEW WITH DEAN WINCHESTER

[actuallyknowntobequitevexing]

I”M SOBBING

[actuallyknowntobequitevexing]

Dean / Shooting Range

You stepped down the last few stairs, entering the bunker's shooting range. Dean was positioned in the middle stall, standing in a strong stance and firing a few quick rounds. You could see from the door that the shots fired perfectly through the target's head and chest. You rolled your eyes at his accuracy, maybe slightly jealous.

You crossed your arms over your chest, making your way towards Dean. He relaxes from his stance, admires his perfect shots, and turns his head to see you.

"Are you impressed, or are you impressed?" He smirks.

"Someone's extra cocky today." You chuckle.

Dean lifts the gun slightly, giving you a better view of it. "You ever shot a gun before?"

You opened your mouth to deliver another snarky remark, but form your lips into a devious smile instead. You had just come up with a brilliant plan. Tucking your black hair behind your ear, you say in a shy voice, "Uhm, actually I haven't."

Dean smiles like he already knew your answer. Through his cocky grin, he replies, "That's alright. I'll teach you today."

You feign a thankful smile. "Really? That'd be great."

He shrugs, his grin never fading. You could practically see his ego swelling, knowing that he loved to feel more powerful or knowledgeable. You carefully take the gun from his hands, being purposefully delicate and nervous.

"Okay, (Y/N). Don't be nervous. Relax a little." He steps behind you and takes your shoulders, rolling them backwards. You can't deny that you felt butterflies forming in your stomach from the sudden touch. You shake the feeling away, trying to focus on your plan.

"Now, you'll want to stand with your legs a little farther apart, but keep a solid stance," he instructs. "Keep your back, arms, and wrists strong. Put your finger on the trigger right here," One hand moves to your waist, the other moving to position your finger on the gun's trigger. Heat rushes through your body, and up to your cheeks. He had never been this close before. Whether he was intentionally being flirty or just being helpful was a mystery to you. Regardless, you secretly liked the closeness between the two of you.

Dean brushed your hair behind your shoulder, letting his warm fingers linger at the nape of your neck a little longer than usual. "Perfect." He muttered. Again, you couldn't decipher if he was being flirty or just complimenting you on your stance. Another wave of heat flooded your body, this time accompanied by chills, which raised the hairs on the back of your neck.

"Now, you're just gonna aim the gun at the target. Since it's your first time, we're just gonna worry about actually hitting the target, not what point you hit." Dean reassures you.

You nod. "Alright, I think I got it."

His hand moves downwards, pressing flat against your lower back. "Watch out for the recoil. Keep your arms strong. Whenever your ready."

You take in a huge breath, letting it out slowly. You aim the gun towards the target, trying to forget how your heart was racing and how you could feel Dean's body heat. Your finger tightens on the trigger, checking your aim once more.

Boom boom boom boom.

Dean jumps at the sudden sound. You smirk, knowing your plan had worked.

As you expected, four shots landed perfectly on the target's head. You smile, pleased with yourself. You turn to face Dean, humming in satisfaction. "Maybe I've shot once... Or twice."

Dean seems at a loss for words. "You... You know how to shoot?"

You shrug, setting the gun down. "Guess I'm a great shot and a great actress."

You can see Dean's cheeks redden, obviously embarrassed that he had been duped. His embarrassment confirmed to you that he was, in fact, trying to flirt. "Bitch." he said through gritted teeth.

"Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty." You wink, flash him another another snarky smile, and turn on your heel towards the door. Dean slowly followed you, still trying to come to terms with what just happened. You felt accomplished, knowing that you were the only girl in Dean's life who gave him a run for his money.

"Watch your back, (Y/L/N)," Dean calls out from behind you. "I'm gonna get you back."

"Looking forward to it, Winchester." you call back. You couldn't help but wonder if his act of revenge would include you two getting that close again...

You shoved the thought towards the back of your head, but not before letting a small smile creep on your lips.

That Winchester boy was surely something.

(This is honestly one of my favorite imagines I love it so much)

[chidoriis]

Dan Steven’s growl had me questioning my morals

[actuallyknowntobequitevexing]

Sam/Dean: dude don't trade your life for mine

Dean/Sam: *does it*

[dreamingdean-deactivated2018123]

Jensen Ackles a.k.a. “ray of sunshine that makes my heart burst into a million pieces every time I see his fucking face”