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@skymoonandstardust here you go, my friend! I tried my hand at angst, which we both know I’m not the best at, but this GIF just seemed so drama-worthy I had to try :p it’s also third person because I wanted Dean’s POV. Still reader insert, though!

     It had been a year now.

     One year since he’d seen her last. One year since he’d held her in his arms.

     He could still see her smile, could still hear her laugh. When he closed his eyes he swore the sweet vanilla scent that had always clung to her soft skin still surrounded him.

     The hunter dropped his head as he knelt in front of her grave, the cold, wet soil seeping into the knees of his jeans.

     “Dean?”

     His heart stopped.

    Dean’s head whipped up, eyes wide and breath coming out in a shudder. That wasn’t possible. Y/N was dead. He’d seen her get dragged away by those vampires. He’d heard her scream.

     “Sam told me I could find you here,” she said, voice both quiet and deafening in the utter silence of the empty graveyard.

     Dean blinked. Then his voice cracked as he breathed the only word he could think of. “How?”

     “It’s … a long story.”

     Raised white scars covered her neck, her clothes were torn, and the weak smile she gave him seemed small and subdued, but it was her. It was Y/n. He knew it.

     Dean ran forward and threw his arms around her, his embrace both cautious and frenzied.

    Was she hurt? Where had she been all this time? How had she escaped?

     Dean shook his head, breathing in her inexplicably sweet scent. None of that mattered right now. None of it.

     All that mattered was that she was home.

*GIF not mine.*

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“I spy, by and by, something…green.”

“A tree.” You answered as you scooted forward to look over Sam’s shoulder at the map.

“Ah, but which one?” Dean asked from the driver’s seat.

“I don’t know, all of them.” You snapped your patience wearing thin, the three of you had been driving for ages and you still didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. “Can we just focus on getting somewhere where there’s actually civilization?”

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The puppies barked and yipped excitedly, as you and Sam approached, toppling over each other as they rushed towards you, in a battle for your affection. “Can you imagine one of these cuties, playing and running around the bunker?” You scooped one into your arms turning to face Sam a smile on your face. “Yes and I can also imagine Dean freaking out when he finds out we brought a puppy home, Y/N.” Sam replied. “But look how adorable he is, Sam.” You smoothed the puppy and looked up at Sam pleadingly. He looked at you and the contented puppy you were holding in your arms, and let out a defeated sigh. How can he say no to the both of you? He shook his head, smiling. “Looks like we’re getting another addition to the bunker.”

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Driving Lessons

Summary: Dean gets hurt and has to teach the reader how to drive the Impala.

Characters: Dean, teenage reader.

“You’re bleeding!” Dean sighed. As if he hadn’t noticed. It hurt like a bitch. And yes, okay, the walk to the car had been difficult but there was no way he was going to tell you that. You were freaking out enough already. It’s not that bad,“ Dean replied. It wasn’t life-threatening, as long as he kept the bleeding under control until it could be stitched. "You need to stop panicking, kiddo. I need you to do exactly what I tell you now, okay?” “Yeah, okay.” You nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to calm yourself down. “Okay, go get in the drivers seat.” You could only stare at Dean, he wanted you to drive the Impala? “But-but I can’t drive, what if I-” Dean just rolled his eyes and cut you off with a shooing motion and you obeyed hurrying around to the drivers side. Dean pulled open the passenger door, thankful that you didn’t see him grimace as he did so. He should have been more prepared, it was only supposed to have been a look around, he wasn’t expecting anything to be there, but it had turned out anything but. “It’s okay, Y/N, I’m fine.” Dean tried to reassure you as he realized that you were staring at him. “You are so not.” You replied your eyes on the blood seeping through his shirt before shifting your attention to getting the car started.

He was about to make a joke about how you had better not get a scratch on baby but decided against it as he glanced over at you, looking terribly small in the driver's seat of the impala, knuckles white as you gripped the steering wheel. "It’s easier than you think. Just turn the key in the ignition. Right is the gas, left is the break. Press on the break.” You glanced over at him. “But we aren’t even moving.” “You have to have the break pressed to change gears.” He explained. You did as he said putting your foot on the break and shifted into drive. “Great, okay…” Now was the harder part, actually getting moving. “Ease your foot onto the gas and off the brake. Not too fast, just… slow and steady. Both hands on the wheel-” Dean was cut off abruptly as the Impala hopped forwards and stalled, jolting you both and sending a burning flare up his side. He couldn’t help the groan that forced its way past his clenched teeth. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry!” You rushed out, your hands gripping even tighter onto the wheel if that were possible. “Hey, I’m okay,” he tried for a grin that he could tell came out looking like anything but. “Not your fault, just try again.” “Dean,” You started, shaking your head desperately and wishing Sam was with you both right now. “You can do this Y/N, now just do what you did before, but slower. Keep it steady.” You nodded, taking a breath before you tried again and this time the Impala jumped forwards, but didn’t stall. It crawled on down the road. It was a good thing that the car was facing the right direction. Dean didn’t fancy having you try U-turning. “See, you got it. Now you just need to keep your foot steady and steer. Easy.” “Right, easy.” You repeated as you followed his instructions, your grip on the wheel relaxing and speed creeping up as you got more confident. Dean leant his head back against the seat, breathing out a sigh of relief. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked, once again glancing over at him worriedly. “Keep your eyes on the road. I’m fine.”

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Later when you were both safely back at the motel.

“I knew you could do it, kiddo,” Dean said to you as Sam patched him up. “Yeah, well maybe we can have my next lesson without you bleeding out in the passenger seat.” You said earning a chuckle from Sam. “Deal.” Dean agreed with a grin.

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Baby Whisperer

A/N: Just a short little fic that popped into my head. Enjoy!

Dean groaned running his fingers through his hair in frustrating, he could still hear the screaming infant down the hall. Non stop crying for three hours, three damn hours. The crying quieted to a whimper and Dean flopped backwards onto the bed maybe now he could finally get some sleep. Just as that thought ran through his mind the crying started up again. “Oh, for gods sake.” Dean snapped pushing himself up off the bed and striding towards the door. “Dean,” Sam followed Dean into the hall ready to apologize for his brother if he needed too. They didn’t need to look far to spot the source of the noise. You were pacing the hallway, a screaming bundle in your arms. Your h/c hair mussed, dark bags under your e/c eyes and desperation in your voice as you tried to soothe the baby. Dean had been ready to yell at you but as soon as he saw you his anger had dissipated and now he just felt bad. “I’m so sorry,” You apologized as soon as you saw the two men standing there. “I know it’s late, it’s just, when I get her anywhere near her crib, she freaks out more, and she’s actually quieter out here.” “No, it’s okay.” The taller of the two replied. “You look like you could use a break. Is her father around?” “No, it’s just me…just me and this little one.” You answered swaying the whimpering baby back and forth as you spoke. “No, family?” The other one spoke up. You simply shook your head, you weren’t going to go into an explanation that your mom was dead and your dad was a drunk who might as well be, right now. “Well, maybe…we could help?” The first one offered. “Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that, I don’t even know you…” You glanced down at the crying infant in your arms, and back at him. “I’m Sam, this is my brother Dean. We’re staying in the room just down the hall.” Sam summarized. “And it’s no trouble.” “I’m y/n, and this is y/d/n.” You were a little hesitant at first but finally placed your daughter into Sam’s arms. He nestled the baby, supporting her head and rocked her but she continued to scream, her little hands balled into fists and then he started humming to her, you couldn't help a small smile tugging at you lips as you watched.

Surprisingly the humming seemed to do the trick and after about ten minutes she was fast asleep. All you could do was stare incredulously at y/d/n, now sleeping soundly in Sam’s arms. “I don’t know how you managed that but thank you.” You smiled gratefully as he gently handed her back over to you. “Since when did you become a baby whisperer?” Dean asked looking over at his younger brother. Sam just shrugged still watching you as you headed back into your room, flashing them both another grateful smile as you closed the door.

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Summary: An example of how one moment connects us to the next in our minds, especially when its about someone we love.

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 718

Warnings: All Fluff…SPN Fluff Appreciation Day 2017

A/N:  I tried something a little different and wrote this from the POV of Dean. I was listening to the Bruno Mars song, ‘Just The Way You Are’ when I wrote it. Feel free to let me know what you think! **all pictures taken from Google**

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Thunderstorm

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader

The wind howled and thunder rumbled overhead, the boys were out on a hunt and you knew you wouldn't be able to get back to sleep. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and headed towards the piano. You'd never liked thunderstorms and playing the piano helped relax you. You lifted the lid and let your fingers glide over the keys, a beautiful melody floating from it. You'd been playing for a little while when you heard the creak of floorboards and looked up to see Sam leaning against the doorframe watching you, a smile gracing his features. You must've been too engrossed in playing to hear him and Dean get in. "That was beautiful, y/n." He said as he walked over to sit on the bench next to you. "You should play more often." "Thanks." You replied with a shy smile, you only usually played when you were sure no one else was around. You stood slightly and slid onto Sam's lap. He wrapped his arms around you placing a kiss on your forehead. "Couldn't sleep?" You shook your head and leaned into his shoulder. He stood up, carrying you over to the sofa where you both settled, your head still rested on his shoulder, his arm around you. The stormed raged on outside, howling and rattling against the windows as the two of you sat there, just content to be in each others company.

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Pass It On Challange

I got this awesome idea from @rosie-winchester and it sounds really fun so I don't know if this'll actually get any responses but I thought and give it a shot. These are the rules from their post: Maybe you’ve already done something similar in school, with friends, or as a writing exercise. The concept is pretty simple: Someone (in this case me) writes the beginning of a story and passes it on to another person. This person picks up where the writer before left off and keeps writing until they give it to the next person who continues the story. It doesn’t matter if you write a sentence, a few paragraphs or a whole novel, and you can either tag some of your friends so they can continue what you wrote or you can finish the story. (If you do this, please make sure to tag me so I can see the results, but I’m gonna try to follow the stories anyway!) You don’t have to be tagged to be allowed to write, if this inspires you just do it like the tagged people, PLEASE feel free to reblog and write your part of the story. Also, you can write multiple parts and for different versions of the story, for example, give it back and forth with friends. As I said, be creative, there are not many rules. I just hope you all have fun doing this, and maybe, with this awesome community, we can create some amazing stories; some SPN Family stories. And here is the starter I came up with: "You move and I'll shoot her." The hesitance that was in the guys voice gave Dean a bit of hope. "You shoot Y/N, I'll kill you." Unlike the guy's voice, Dean's wasn't hesitant, he didn't falter when holding his gun and pointing it at the general direction of your captors head. If only he had a clear shot. If only you could read his mind or see his eyes and move enough to give him a good spot to shoot without the possibility of hitting you. Go ahead and tag anyone you think might be interested. Can't wait to see what people do with this, if it gets any responses! ^-^