Hi i was wondering if u could do a dean x reader where the reader speaks fluent spanish but sam and dean don’t know. So on a case they have to interview someone who doesn’t speak English. And dean tries with his very poor Spanish cuz he didn’t let reader try and then reader blows everyone away but cussing/sassing him out then proceeds to interview the person.Thank you I understand if u can’t write it cuz it’s RLY specific. But thx <3
Request: Could i request a dean imagine ?Reader is the daugther of an old hunter friend of john and comes to dean and sam to ask for help finding her dad. They remember her, so they help her. Reader is 24 and hopelessly in love with Dean, he doenst feel the same way until he catches him getting jealous when reader has to flirt with an officer. They find her dad but he dies, and she is broken. Dean is comforting her and he tells her that he likes her and they kiss? Pls a lot of fluff and a lot of flirts !
This week was being a rollercoaster of emotions; first your dad wouldn’t answer his phone, no one knew where he was and you were going crazy without knowing what was going on and then…you just knew what you had to do. You held your breath as you pressed Dean’s number to call him; and when you held your phone at your ear, your hands wouldn’t stop shaking.
Last time you saw him —after a salt and burn in a bar full of drunk and high people— you had confessed your feelings to Dean and it did not end well for your heart; he was a sweetheart to you even when he rejected you and he seemed really sorry that he could not reciprocate your feelings towards him but, in his own words “you would be always a kid—a sister— to him”.
It had been a long time since you met with the Winchesters —with both of them, not only Dean—; it’s not like they never tried to reach out to you or something —even after the fiasco of your love confession—, but you felt like hunting with them was simply not your place. They were extremely good at their jobs and you were…pretty new to the business; your father kept you out of the hunting life for as long as he could, even when it meant to keep you away from him.
But as you grew up, he started teaching you what you needed to know, and it had worked until you actually went out to hunt something.
You were not really that bad, but there were still a lot of things for you to learn and not with your dad’s books. Experience was the only way.
Dean offered to teach you everything a million times, but you did not feel comfortable with that. Mainly because you were trying to be independent from the men in your life, but also, you did not wanted Dean to still see you as a kid, as he had said.
Yes, he was older than you, but that did not mean you could not feel something for him, right? And just because he rejected you the kind of feelings you had for him would not just disappear.
Finally, he answered and you almost gasped at hearing his voice.
“Kid, what a miracle you decided to call” Dean’s rough voice pulled you out of your thoughts. You let out a breathy and nervous laugh. “How are you?”
“Well— there is a situation…”
•• <<────≪•◦⚜◦•≫────>> ••
You asked him to help you find your father and Dean did not even hesitated to say yes. Now you were meeting with them at a motel in the town your father was last seen, where you knew he was working a case; he never really told you what he was hunting since he did not know yet what it was…which made everything worst.
When you find the motel they are staying in, you frown. The moment you stand outside their room, you have to stop yourself before knocking and count to ten so you can relax and act cool in front of the man you love and definitely don’t feel the same for you.
But before you even touch the old door, Sam opens the door and hugs you; you feel like a child between this big man’s arms, but even though you don’t like feeling that way it is a relieve to have someone hug you the way only Sam Winchester can.
When he lets you in, taking your bags and placing them on the closet at the end of the room, you can’t help but search for Dean —even though Sam is asking you things about yourself, to catch up—.
“—Don’t worry we will find him” it’s the last thing you hear from Sam before he bathroom door opens and a Dean steps up in the room, a towel around his hips and a bright smile forming on his lips as he sees you.
You gulped before smiling, trying not to look too much.
“Hey, stranger” he said before hugging you. Ok, Sam’s hugs where great…but taking into account your feelings for Dean and the situation you were in…one of his hugs was enough for you to feel safe and protected, to feel like Dean could make sure everything would be alright. When he pulled away a smiled lighted up his whole face —and you could swear it lighted up the whole room too—. He caressed your left cheek with his thumb and you couldn’t help but almost melt into his comforting touch. “We are going to bring him back, alright kid?”
And there was the ‘kid’ again. Hiding your disappointment you only nodded and smiled.
•• <<────≪•◦⚜◦•≫────>> ••
Two days had already passed and you were starting to loss hope; on the hunting life, being missing for so many days only meant one thing: dead. You did not want to admit this to you or the Winchesters, but there was a huge possibility that whatever took your father had already finished the job.
You tried to look strong in front of the Winchesters but it was getting harder. It was like every bad thought you ever had about yourself and the hunting life just started clouding your mind; but somehow, you managed to push all those feeling to the back of your mind so you could focus as much as you could, even with Dean at your side watching carefully everything you were doing.
Your irrational side told you that he was acting that way because he was afraid you were going to mess everything up. And you choose to believe it. Especially right on that moment: showing a little cleavage and flirting with the sheriff apparently pissed him off.
“You know something, Agent Warren?” the sheriff almost purred, putting his right hand on top of yours. “I actually…I actually have a lead”
“Oh” you frowned, a little confused. Sheriff Harris leans towards you, like he wants to whisper something to you, but he suddenly freezes and looks up at Dean. It’s almost as if they were trying to kill each other with their eyes. You clear your throat to caught Dean’s attention. “Agent Perry, why don’t you go wait for me in the car? I’ll be there in a second”
The angry look Dean sends your way makes you shiver, but he does not say anything and practically storm out of the precinct. Sheriff Harris does not waste any more time and goes straight to the point.
“There’s an old warehouse in the limits of town. Some people have being reporting sightings of several people going on and off of that place for a few days now, I was about to go check it out when you and your partner arrived.”
“Great! We’ll go with you if you want, Sheriff. “ when you said that, he bit his lower lip and smiled.
“You sure your partner will agree to that? He seemed a little…off”
“Oh, don’t worry, that’s just his face”
•• <<────≪•◦⚜◦•≫────>> ••
“I can’t believe you” Dean mutters for the hundredth time; even with his gun out and ready to jump into enemy territory he still does not stop hating on the Sheriff. You are trying to keep calm and not have a fight with him, but he’s making it really hard.
“Dean—I appreciate you being here, but can you please, please shut the fuck up?” you hissed, following him into the warehouse. He looked over his shoulder at you and sighed, murmuring: “fiiine”
After a few minutes before you got inside the warehouse, Sheriff Harris started following behind. Everything was quiet and nothing seemed off. Since it would take a lot to search the whole place in a group, the logical decision was to get separated…well, at least for you and Sheriff Harris. Dean gave you a hard time, but at the end you did not listen to him.
For quite some time, everything seemed ok. Nothing looked off, no noises, no trails of blood….until you found one of those.
You insisted on calling Dean so the three of you could check it out, but Sheriff Harris insisted on going alone, disappearing after he opened a door that lead to a dark hallway that you had to enter to find the stupid sheriff.
Dean was not answering his phone and that immediately made your heart beat faster, thinking the worst. So you followed the trail of dried blood into a dark hallway…because that’s completely reasonable.
After a few minutes of walking around with only your cellphone light as guidance through the dark, you found yourself standing outside a metallic door covered in bloody marks that looked a lot like handprints. The floor and the walls around it were dark with fresh and dried blood, it looked like a horror movie set.
You cursed yourself for taking the awful decision of separating from Dean.
Taking a deep breath, you tried the handle of the door and it opened with ease. There was a wall in front of the door with some big warning sing, strangely making you feel anxious; you had a terrible feeling about this, and not just because you were starting to think Dean could be hurt in there, but your thoughts went straight to your father.
The room that door led into smelled like dead and you almost puked as you started coming down the stairs, you don’t even know how you were able to hold back and act all tough with your gun still on your hand.
Everything was white and that just made the blood on the floor stand out. Dean was on his knees, looking down at someone on the floor just a few inches from him; you immediately knew who it was, but you did not wanted to believe it was him. Your eyes landed on Dean’s back as he started standing up.
“Dean” you tried to sound firm but your voice was broken and that was the moment you realized tears were streaming down your face. You had to pull down your gun because your hands were trembling so bad you worried you would shoot him accidentally.
You tried to advance towards your father’s body but Dean stopped you before you could even take a few steps; the hunter hugged you strongly and started caressing your hair and whispering comforting words in our ear.
From that moment, everything passed quickly and you did not even cared until Sheriff Harris attacked both of you; it was easy to take him down, but even when his body hit the floor, you did not stopped shooting him, the anger and hate you were feeling within your soul was something unbearable, something you had never experienced before. It was like n outside of your body experience.
You could see the things you were doing —from Dean stopping you to him and Sam taking you to the bunker— but you simply couldn’t react.
•• <<────≪•◦⚜◦•≫────>> ••
Dean’s heart hurt every time he looked at you. Two months had passed since your father’s dead and Dean understood that it would be hard for you to start healing and be your old self again; but it was still difficult to see the light gone from your eyes.
You were spending so much time on your new room in the bunker that Sam and Dean barely saw you and it seemed you were probably avoiding them. That, of course, hurt them both; Sam kept insisting that you needed your space —and Dean half agreed on that too— but the thought of you, alone and grieving without him being able to help you was eating him alive.
So he ended up here, with his hand on the handle of your room and a bag of chips on the other hand. Dean breathed in and tried to keep himself together, he needed to be strong for you.
He opened the door slowly —kinda specting for you to be asleep— to find you lying on your bed, looking at the celling and your headphones on; he cleared his throat and stood there until you noticed his presence; when you saw him, Dean immediately noticed you were about to cry and came closer to you, sitting on one side of your bed, watching as you took your headphones off and tried to get up from the bed, but he quickly stopped you.
“Please, Y/N, please let me help you”
You groaned and rolled your eyes, trying to walk away, to shake Dean’s hand off, but he wouldn’t budge. And you couldn’t deny that his touch on your skin was bringing some comfort, it was like the weight on your shoulders started to ease; since he was not letting you go, you decided to look away, not wanting him to see your eyes as you were about to cry.
“I just…” he trailed, then he licked his lips and looked up at you “You don’t need to deal with this alone, alright? No one deserves to be alone on times like this, Y/N”
“Dean…
“If you don’t want me to talk anymore I won’t, but I won’t leave you, ok?”
The decision on his eyes and the determination on his voice made you shiver. You stopped fighting him to get free; he was right, you needed someone right there…specially the man you love, even when he did not loved you the same way.
But there was love between you two anyways.
It was enough.
•• <<────≪•◦⚜◦•≫────>> ••
Several months after your father’s death, you found yourself living with the Winchesters and hunting with them, being around them really helped you to heal and recover from what had happened and you would be forever grateful for what they had done —and continued doing— for you.
Unfortunately, something was off with Dean. At first you thought he was just grumpy, later you brushed it off as him having just bad days —considering all the things he had gone through, it didn’t surprise you— so you let him be and so did Sam.
But when he started avoiding you, your heart sank and you cried yourself to sleep that night. Nothing good lasted in your life, so why on earth had you thought living and hunting with the love of your life would be different?
Sam had tried to comfort you, but the truth was, his words felt shallow to you. He did know what was up with his brother.
This whole thing lasted for about two weeks and you were starting to think very seriously that it was time to be on your own again. But the thought of facing the hunting life alone scared you so bad that you would stay awake for hours at night just imagining how bad it would be for you out there.
To make things worse, Sam left you alone with Dean in the bunker for a week… he was helping Jody with some case and decided to just not include you or his brother, probably trying to let both of you behind to figure things out.
But you doubted Dean wanted to fix things. Hell, he barely talked to you for the first two days.
The third day was the day you just couldn’t take it anymore and you could not help but snap at him and his stupid and hurtful behavior towards you.
You walked out of your room straight to the library where he was dozing off in front of an old book; he didn’t notice you until you took the book away from him and slammed it back at the table. You almost laughed at the look on his face.
“Are you going to tell him what the hell is wrong?”
Dean rolled his eyes and got up. Oh no, that asshat was not going to act all pissed off about this. He walked towards the hallways that lead to the kitchen as you followed him.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, Y/N?”
“Seriously?” you let out, surprised with his attitude. What did you do to him? “You don’t know anything about why you’ve been avoiding me for the past weeks, Dean?”
He didn’t answer for a few seconds and he didn’t seem too eager to keep up with the conversation, he wasn’t even looking at you. You felt tears in your eyes, but you decided you had spilled enough of them for the past days to give him more of your suffering.
“You know? You could have just told me you wanted me out of your life.”
You did not wait to see his reaction to your words, you simply walked to your room and started packing your things, holding back your tears until you finished.
•• <<────≪•◦⚜◦•≫────>> ••
Just when you were texting Sam to let him know what you had decided, a knock at your door startled you. Dean didn’t wait for you to give him permission, he let himself in; you rolled your eyes and kept texting Sam. Dean sat at your bed and you could feel his eyes on you, making your heart beat like crazy.
“Yes, I was avoiding you” he admitted.
“Good, at least you had the balls to say it.”
He sighed and continued “I know it’s childish and out of nowhere. Y/N you did absolutely nothing wrong and I was not avoiding you because I want you out of my life, kid. That’s the last thing I want.”
You finally looked down at him and it surprised you to see him so distressed.
“Dean, what’s going on?”
“I just—“he started but then looked away and closed his eyes, as if he was preparing himself to tell you something difficult. “I freaked out, okay? I told myself all those months ago that it was wrong, you know? Feeling something like this for you. You are so young and lively and…you and I am this broken old dude. So I thought if I distanced myself for you for a while this feelings would just…go away.”
You were frozen and for a few minutes you thought he was joking or that maybe you were dreaming this.
“Wha—what kind of feelings?” that question sounded less weird in your head.
Dean smiled a bit and you heart stopped at that smirk.
“I think I love you, kid”
You sat beside him on the bed and stared at him.
“I’m sorry I made you felt like you were not wanted here.” He mumbled, putting his hand on top of yours. “I want you— here, I mean…well, I want you too, don’t get me wrong but—um, sorry I…”
“Dean” you interrupted him. “I want you too, you know? And, for the record, you are not that old, alright? Nor you are broken, that’s nonsense.”
He chuckled and looked down at his lap, his cheeks a little red.
“And Dean?” he looked up again, his eyes were brighter than usual and somehow he looked so much younger. “I think I love you too”
My requests for one-shots, series and drabbles are closed. BUT you can still send requests for headcanons (I only write for TFW, maaybe featuring characters like: Jack, Mary, Bobby, Jody, Donna)
Dean finding out you are having a girl would include...
When you tell Dean the baby’s gender, he’s over the moon. That same day he calls practically everyone he knows to tell them the news.
If he was protective when you first told him you were pregnant, after he knew you were having a girl it seemed that he realised how real the whole situation was. From that momento, Dean practically never left your side.
Every time you go out to buy anything he ends up buying baby things, no matter how small or big, he just needs to buy her girl something.
He still hunts with Sam, Cas and Jack, but always small hunts, and since he always gets to visit a lot of small towns Dean makes everyone take pictures with him. Almost at the end of your pregnancy, he had gathered a small álbum filled with pictures of him and the others on all the places he visited; Sam and the others sometimes teased him about how cheesy it was, but, in reallity, that gift for her litlle unborn girl made everyone’s heart melt.
Dean would randomly, and constantly, start listing you girl names for your baby. Sometimes he would wake you up just for that or, when everyone was quiet and researching, he would start asking for everyones opinión on certain names…making everyone realice he was not doing research for hunts.
Unfortunately, after everything Dean had gone trough, he would constantly wake up in the middle of the night after awful nigthmares showing him the worst scenarios about his little family. It caused Dean a lot of stress during the nine months, but when the time was right, he found comfort on touching your belly and feeling his baby girl move.
You always tried to hook him up with someone, but Sam could always see your intentions and almost every time he found a way to get away from all the blind dates and stuff you planned for him.
When the whole apocalypse ―the first one― thing developed, your relationship with Sam got stronger and you became inseparable, just like the old times.
He has set several traditions over the years ―just between you and him―, but, by far, your favorite is the Sunday night’s were you gather up in his room and watch old, weird movies until you can’t keep your eyes open anymore.
Sam likes to tease you about how small you are in comparison to him. Often calling you “short stuff” or “shorty” and when he wanted to be especially annoying he called you “hobbit”
There is no other person in the world that knows you as good as Sam does; sometimes he doesn’t need words from you, he just knows and always finds a way to make everything better for you.
There is something only you and Sam know and you would be damned if someone found out, ―especially if that someone was Dean―: you constantly braided his hair and he did the same with yours.
This was requested by @witch-of-letters . I hope you like it.
He was extremly protective of you. Even when you were little ―before Mary died―, he would always watch over you like a hawck. In your teenage years it caused a lot of problems between the two of you, even ending up on you running away for a few hours until John found you; but with time, you got used to Dean’s overprotectivness and even learnt how to calm him down.
You constantly became a wingman for him and he did the same for you, even though he was not very comfortable doing it you made him because, after all, you always helped him get laid.
Wherever he goes, you always tell him you would follow him, much to his dispair because that included places like hell, purgatory or even suicidal plans like locking himself into a coffin and trowing himself to the sea. You tried not to do any of the mentioned, but at least saying that to him made him re-think everything.
Sometimes you felt jealous of the relationship he had with Sam because it always made you feel like you were not that important to Dean. You still had to work on that.
Knowing what Dean liked, you constantly bought things for him that you just knew would make his eyes glow with excitment.
Dean loved weird-greasy food and everytime you found a place that would sell that kind of stuff he always made you try it with him. His excited face made it hard for you to deny his weird discoveries.
Request:Can you write a story where Dean cheats on Lisa with the reader (implied smut no actual smut)?
Words: 412 (I felt like doing something small cause idk...it makes me feel angstier lol)
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Sam’s absence had hit you harder of what you initially thought, and Dean leaving you behind to fulfill his brother’s wishes just made everything worst for you; at least for six months.
Six months were you did not care about what happened to you: you hunted recklessly, with no plans or enough weapons and alone…always alone. Six months of you getting so drunk it was hard for you to get home and the owner of your favorite bar started letting you sleep in there when you could not even walk straight.
Six months of losing yourself in your own pain.
But he found you…Dean actually went looking for you, begging you for your forgiveness and you just had to let him in. How could you not? Sam Winchester might have been your best friend, you loved him…but certainly not in the way you loved Dean.
It might sound cheesy, but you always thought of him as the love of your life. It was the only cheesy, romantic thing you let yourself have in your life.
So when he kissed you on that motel room you did not stopped him. When he started taking your clothes off and kissing your skin, you let him; you kissed him back and helped him take his clothes off, you corresponded every single one of his kisses and touches.
You knew he was still with Lisa, that after this, he would still go back to her and that white picket fence life of his.
It did not matter, you stopped caring about the moral side of all this because, in that moment, Dean Winchester was the brightest thing in your life; the only person who could return you to be the old you, not that messy girl who lost herself in booze and hunting.
The secrecy of your relationship with you did not matter to him; he managed to spend time with you and vice versa. And your time with him was not always about sex; sometimes it was about staying in bed watching his favorite western movies, or talking about anything while he traced patterns on your skin with his fingers.
That motel room became a place just for you and him, some kind of bubble that kept both of you away from your problems.
A place where Dean did not have to think about Sam in hell with Lucifer, a place where you could be yourself again, where you could let yourself be loved.
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