Supernatural Preferences/Imagines-They find out that you don’t complain about your struggles because you don’t think they compare to their problems
Includes-Castiel, Sam, Dean, Gabriel and Charlie
Castiel:
You were preparing yourself for Castiel as you just got off the phone with him, and he said he’s come in a few minutes. By preparing, you meant you were trying to hold it together. Everything was going wrong. Everything was weighing down on you. You didn’t want your problems to add to Castiel’s troubles. You had just finished cooking, and you were waiting for your timer to ring. However, Castiel gets there earlier than you thought as he appears in front of you. You pull him to a hug and hold him a little too tight by accident.
“You’re really happy to see me?” He asks.
“I am. Always.”
“How are you?”
“I’m good.” You looked away from him for a second before asking, “How are you?” He makes an expression you can’t read, so you ask him, “Castiel, are you okay?”
“I’m trying to figure out if you were lying when you answered me just now. It’s proving difficult.”
“Lying?”
“Dean said he’s really good at telling the difference. He’s given me a few tips as a new skill. One sign he said to look for is any wandering eyes, but you did so quickly I can’t tell.”
You looked down at those expectant brown eyes and then back up at the stern pair above you. “We can’t…” He stated. “But -!” You pleaded gesturing at the whole package. Wags and all. His owners had fallen victim to a rather nasty poltergeist and he was the last survivor.
You were standing outside the city animal shelter about to take him inside.
“He needs us!” You continued, wrapping your arms around the dog. You weren’t giving in. A heavy set of barks in agreement. “This is dog jail ! ” Another bark, and a whimper.
Sam threw up his hands in surrender. “Alright… But this was all your idea. You get to tell Him…” “Yes! Thank you! Thank you!” You and the dog bouncing about together in unison. “Ya hear that boy!?” A bark. “We’re going home!”
Sam tried to hide his smile. He couldn’t deny he wanted the dog too…
“So are we keeping his name?” A pause. “Maybe we should call him ‘Casper’. A bark. “Casper it is!”
Dean:
You gritted your teeth, looking at this comfortable pup on your bed. Your shared bed. He’s gonna kill me when he gets back. You thought.
You were minding your own business loading groceries into the car when you heard a whimper and looked behind you. He was so thin, and looked so fragile, you felt like your heart was going to break on the spot. So you loaded him into the car and reasoned with yourself. “It’s just a little bit. Just to get him back into shape, then I’ll find him a good home.”
Three hours later, and this dog couldn’t be happier. Asleep on your bed, nuzzled into your side. Your hand absently stroking its belly. Your heart skips a beat as your hear the bunker door clang shut, and footsteps echoing down the stairs.
The dog wakes up. Barking loudly and jumping from the bed. It runs out the bedroom door to go great the new faces.
Oh no… oooooh no.
A large string of curses, followed by your name. You wince and peek out into the hallway. Dean on the floor the dog licking him up one side and down the other. Sam laughing. You smile weakly. “I was going to tell you…”
Dean gives the dog a resigned pat and sighs. “He better not have been on the bed.”
Best not say anything…
“You can’t follow me…” you sighed. A tiny mew. “You can’t he’s allergic…!” Another meow.
You were loading the impala, checking out of some no-name motor lodge. When a brush against your leg and the tiniest of squeaks got your attention. You gave the kitten a brief scratch on the head and continued your work. But it didn’t leave. It followed you to the other side of the car. Followed you into your room, and then back out. Sitting on the curb purring and watching you.
“I can’t take you.” You whined in futility. It squinted happily.
Dean and Sam’s voices were coming back from the lobby. You couldn’t say why, you already told the kitten you weren’t going to take her. But you panicked anyways. Hearing Dean’s voice rounding the corner, you scooped up the kitten tucked it inside your jacket and got in the backseat.
What the hell were you doing? You could feel its tiny paws kneading against your chest as it nestled in comfort. Maybe you’d get away with this…?
“Everything alright?” Sam asked looking at your expression. “Yeah…” you quickly responded.
A sneeze. Damn.
Dean adjusted the rearview mirror, raising an eyebrow. You shrugged. “Cold season, amiright?”
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel
Warnings: None.
Requested: No. …………………………………………………………………………………..
Dean
It took a long time for Dean to admit that he loves to cuddle, especially when he’s had a particularly hard day or has been through a tough hunt. He climbs under the covers and slips his arms around your waist before nuzzling his nose into your hair. However, you knew that Dean preferred to be the little spoon. So, usually, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his torso and rested your head in the crook of his neck. You could feel him slowly relax against you as you whispered soothing words into his ear. It is one of the few times that he allows himself to be vulnerable around anybody, in the comfort of his own bedroom.
He still struggles to ask you to cuddle him because of the toxic masculinity that he deals with everyday and is only amplified by the fact that he’s a hunter. However, once he finds out that you love these moments as much as he does, he begins to slowly open up to you about how he feels and starts to ask you more often until it becomes an unwritten rule between the both of you. Dean felt the safest in your arms and that’s the way that it was going to stay.
Sam
You loved lying on Sam’s front and wrapping your arms around his torso, letting your muscles relax against his. He loves the feeling of knowing that you feel completely comfortable and safe with him to make yourself so vulnerable. You didn’t really like showing your feelings so it really surprised Sam when one day you lay yourself on top of him and just relaxed.
It was these moments that Sam cherished the most as he knew that the next world threatening apocalypse was around the corner. He would wrap his arms around you and squeeze slightly, pushing you more into him. You adored the intimacy between the both of you. He kisses the top of your head and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
Sam made you feel safe, which you haven’t felt in a long time. The more you became comfortable with cuddling Sam, the more you would do it. It was mostly random but sometimes, it was because you had had a particularly hard day and needed some comfort. But there was one thing that you knew: Sam would always be there to make you feel safe, and that’s what you loved about him.
Cas
Cas isn’t really into PDA, considering he isn’t very familiar with cuddling. Well, he wasn’t at first but when you wake up one night from a nightmare, Cas is right by your side asking what he can do. You pat the empty side of the bed and usher him behind you. You wrap his arms around your waist and cuddle into him, your anxiety immediately falling away.
You stayed like this for a while. just cuddling in silence. Cas realises, just from this instant, that he likes this type of human affection. He takes the opportunity to wrap his fingers through yours, pull you into him and kiss the top of your head. You smile at these little acts of affection but given that Cas is an angel and doesn’t really understand human interaction, these acts were a big win for you.
You cherish these times with Cas. It’s the only time that you get to be alone with each other and you both loved it. You loved the feeling of Cas’s arms around you as you fall asleep and Cas loved listening to your steadying heartbeat as you fall into a deep slumber. He kisses the top of your head and nuzzles his nose into your hair before saying: “I love you with all my being, Y/N. These moments that I spend with you are the best I’ve ever experienced. I never want them to end.”
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Crowley, Lucifer
Warnings: None
Requested: No. Currently accepting requests for preferences.
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Dean
You and Dean were at a bar, relaxing after a long and gruelling hunt. You felt a little uneasy as you could see a particular man at the bar constantly checking you out. You kept this to yourself, however, in an attempt to not create a scene with Dean. He excused himself to go to the bathroom and when he did, out of the corner of your eye, you seen the man make his way over to you with a creepy smile.
”Hey, have I seen you around here before?” Without asking, the man squeezed in next to you before placing his glass down on the table. You shook your head, taking a long swig from your glass. “I’m pretty sure I have.” He leaned in closer to you, the smell of ale strong on his breath. You slid along the bench, trying to get some distance between you.
”I really doubt that.” The man followed you along the bench, your knees touching. “And why would that be, eh?” A spark of frustration rose inside you. Why couldn’t he just take the hint?! “I don’t live around here.” “So where do you live then?”
You backed away even more until your back hit something soft. Looking back, you seen that Dean had squoze in behind you. He leant down and placed a simple but deep kiss on your lips, silently telling the man that your his.
Sam
Sam had recently joined a gym. Every once in a while, you decided to tag along with him. You both hardly got to spend together so this was the prefect chance. As Sam parked the car, you walked in through the entrance and waited in the lobby.
A group of guys wolf-whistled as they walked past, eyeing you up and down. However, their eyes went wide when Sam swung his arm around you and kissed the top of your head.
One of the guys looked like they were going to come over but they quickly decided against it as Sam’s facial expression was something to be scared of. They quickly walked away as you tried to stifle a giggle.
”What’s so funny?” Sam raised an inquisitive eyebrow at you. “I just love it when you’re jealous, Sammy.” He moved his arm from around your shoulder and wrapped his fingers in yours. “Well, everyone needs to know that you’re mine.”
Cas
You were out shopping with Cas when one of your old friends came over to you. Cas’s grip tightened on your waist as they began talking to you, some unknown feelings surfacing. You placed your hand on top of his and squeezed, sending a silent signal that everything’s ok.
Cas was becoming increasingly impatient throughout the conversation as your friend was silently checking you out. Cas didn’t know why this made him angry but he knew that he had to get you away.
Without any warning, the world spun around you as you were flashed back to the bunker. Confused, you spun around to face Cas. “What the hell, Cas? I was having a perfectly good conversation back there. Now they’re going to wonder where in the hell I went!”
Cas hung his head low, shuffling his feet. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but I didn’t like the way they were looking at you. I felt an angry feeling but I don’t know why.” Realisation dawned on you and you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“That feeling is jealousy, Cas. It’s what you feel when you really care about somebody and you become protective of them.” Cas lifted his head slightly and locked eyes with you.
“I really do care about you, Y/N. More than I’ve ever cared for anybody.” He leant down and placed a sweet kiss to your lips.
Crowley
Crowley didn’t really get jealous of anybody. He knew that you loved him so he didn’t worry when drunks and high-end lawyers flirted with you. However, that all changes when fine-looking people with similar taste in drinks as you begin to make their move.
Crowley and you were sat inside a bar so Crowley could finish up a deal. A fine-looking man came over and stood beside you, two drinks in hand. “I noticed that you have a good taste in drink so I took the liberty of ordering you another.” He flashed you a wide smile before setting the drink down in front of you.
The man began flirting with you, edging closer and closer. You, however, took no notice and carried on drinking.
From the other side of the bar, Crowley had heard all of the man’s advances towards you and stormed over, punching him square in the face and knocking him on the floor. “I don’t like pretentious pricks flirting with my partner. So if I were you, I’d get up and get the hell out and hope I never see you again.“
The man scrambled up from the floor and ran out of the bar. Crowley turned around and brought his lips to yours, full of dominance and jealousy.
"I like it when you’re jealous, Crowley. Things become so much more fun.”
Lucifer
You really never expected to see your ex again, let alone when you were walking the streets with the devil on your arm.
As soon as they walked over they instantly began flirting with you, something that Lucifer did not like. You tried to calm him down by squeezing his hand, a silent communication between you both, but it didn’t work.
Lucifer pushed you behind him and flashed his red eyes at your ex. “Go away. Now.” Your ex whimpered before running in the opposite direction.
The both of you laughed as you watched their fading body in the distance. “I sure do love dating the devil. No day is ever the same.” You stood on your tiptoes and placed a kiss on his cheek before taking his hand and leading him away.
Taylor Swift Songs that Would Describe Relationships with Team Free Will 2.0 - Team Free Will 2.0 Preference (Supernatural)
Title: Taylor Swift Songs that Would Describe Relationships with Team Free Will 2.0
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline
Word Count: 3,371 words
Warning(s): (Dean's) canonical violence, kidnapping, issues concerning self-esteem, (Sam's) nightmares, mentions of past death of partners, (Cas's) mentions of an argument, self-worth issues, (Jack's) self-worth issues
Author's Note: Someone needs to stop me from listening to Taylor Swift while I'm working out. That's how shit like this happens.
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Dean Winchester:
State of Grace -
This is a state of grace
This is the worthwhile fight
Love is a ruthless game
Unless you play it good and right
Hunting was dangerous.
That was a given.
When working with the Winchesters, it was even more dangerous.
It took a lot for Dean to be able to let anyone into his life. Most of that was due to the before-mentioned danger.
I was happy with Dean. Happier than I had been with anyone else.
Every risk was worth it. Every hunt and monster and wound were worth it. Because I still got to see him every day. I still had him.
It had been a rough hunt.
I had gotten separated from the brothers. After killing the monster that had attacked me, I stumbled out of the abandoned building. Dean was about to run back in when I did.
"(Y/n)," he shouted before running over and pulling me into his arms. I cringed at the pressure. He stepped back. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," I nodded.
When we got back to the motel, Dean sat me down on the bed while he cleaned all of my wounds. Sam had gone out to get food, leaving the two of us alone.
"This shouldn't have happened," Dean muttered after a while. He said that every time I got hurt. "You shouldn't have been dragged into this."
"Dean-"
"I should've kept you away from all of this-"
"Stop-"
"It was selfish of me-"
"Dean," I stood up abruptly. I turned around to face him and sat down again. "Stop it. I chose this life. You know that."
"I just-"
"I know what you're gonna say," I said. "And I get it. You're trying to protect me. I love that. But I picked this life and I picked you. I don't regret an ounce of it."
Dean closed his eyes and looked down.
"I've been hurt, had monsters kidnap me to get to you, and I've seen things that I couldn't have ever imagined," I cupped the sides of his face. "And I don't regret it. At all. Because I love you. I chose to be with you. Against all odds, I chose to be with you. And I am absolutely in love with you."
I leaned over and kissed him gently. He slowly kissed me back. He leaned back a moment later.
"You're stuck with me, Winchester," I said. "Get used to it."
He chuckled lightly, "I guess I can try."
I leaned forward and pecked his lips again, "I love you."
"I love you too," he muttered, resting his forehead on mine.
It was all worth it. He just forgot that sometimes.
Call It What You Want -
Bridges burn, I never learn
At least I did one thing right
I did one thing right
I smirked up at the demon, not even trying to listen to whatever bullshit plan was coming out of their mouth. I just didn't care. I knew that I was going to be okay.
"Are you even listening," the demon asked.
"No," I said bluntly. "Not even a little. You should work on your presentation."
They tilted their head.
"You don't understand the danger you're in," they replied.
"No, trust me, you're the one that clearly doesn't understand how dangerous this plan is," I explained. "You do know who my boyfriend is, right?"
"That's why I chose you."
"So, you know that you're screwed," I replied.
"You put too much faith in Dean Winchester," the demon smirked.
"Have you seen him," I asked. "Hell yeah, I have faith in him. He's fine as shit, badass fighter, smarter than he lets on-"
"That's enough!"
My ears pricked up at the sound of a car engine.
"You are so screwed," I chuckled, shaking my head.
One day, they'd learn that my commitment to Dean was far more than blind faith.
Daylight -
And I can still see it all (In my mind)
All of you, all of me (Intertwined)
I once believed love would be (Black and white)
But it's golden (Golden)
"What are you staring at," Dean asked.
I snapped out of whatever trance I was in. I blinked at him a few times, trying to zone back in.
We were on a drive home, and I must've completely zoned out while looking at him. Sam had stayed home researching something because the hunt had seemed like a normal salt and burn.
He smirked, looking forward again, "I know I'm pretty, but you could be subtle."
I reached over and swatted his arm.
"Seriously though, what's going on," he asked.
"Nothing," I shook my head.
"You know I don't believe that," Dean said. "Come on... tell me."
I looked out the window, suddenly very embarrassed.
"(Y/n)," he put on a singsong voice and poked my arm. "Tell me..."
"Fine, fine," I swatted his hand away from me. "I... I was just thinking about us."
"Us?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"What about us," he asked.
"I don't know," I shrugged. "Just us. How happy I am."
"Oh, aww," he muttered. "That's cute."
"Winchester, I swear to God if you're giving me shit-"
"I'm not," he chuckled. "I promise."
"I just... I didn't think I was going to fall in love with anyone," I tried to explain. "And when I considered it... I feared the worst. But... you... proved me wrong."
Dean looked at me again for a moment. I saw the smile on his face.
"I love you, Dean."
"I love you too," he replied, reaching over to grab my hand.
It was all so much better than I could've imagined.
Sam Winchester:
End Game -
I don't wanna touch you, I don't wanna be
Just another ex-love you don't wanna see
I don't wanna miss you (I don't wanna miss you)
Like the other girls do
I knew that Sam had hesitations about any kind of relationship.
He was worried about the dangers of the hunting world, and this perceived curse that he had. Many of his exes had died.
Once we started dating, it didn't seem to bother him constantly. He trusted me to be able to protect myself.
However, there were some days where it did seem to get to him.
I would try to be with him most of the time on those days.
We were in the middle of cooking dinner when I noticed how disconnected he seemed to be.
"Sammy," I said.
He hummed and looked at me.
I leaned over and kissed him gently. He blinked at me after I pulled away. I grinned and kissed his cheek.
"What was that," he asked.
"You're stuck in your head," I replied. "I can tell."
"So you kissed me?"
"Distraction."
"Okay..."
"Sam," I grabbed his hand. "You... You know that I'm not going anywhere, right?"
He let out a sigh, "I'm sorry-"
"You don't need to apologize," I insisted. "I just... I am not going anywhere, Sam. I am in this one for the long haul. I promise."
Sam grinned at me. It was nervous. I could tell he was still questioning things.
I pulled his hand up and kissed his knuckles, "I love you, Sammy."
"I love you too."
peace -
The devil's in the details
But you got a friend in me
Would it be enough
If I could never give you peace?
I jumped when I heard Sam yell.
He was sitting up in bed, frantically looking around the room. It was like he was trying to make sure that he was safe. I sat up too, looking to see if I could spot anything.
"Hey, Sam," I said softly, trying to not scare him any further.
He quickly turned his head to look at me.
"What's going on," I asked slowly.
He shook his head.
"Sam," I reached out and touched his arm.
"I... I don't want to talk about it," he muttered.
"Okay," I nodded. "Come here."
I laid back down and pulled on his sleeve.
He moved after a moment of tugging.
His head ended up resting on my chest while his arms wrapped tightly around my torso. I ran one of my hands through his hair.
"I'm not going to push you," I said. "But I want you to know that I'm here. Whatever you need. Okay?"
I heard Sam let out a shaky breath.
"I love you, Sam," I mumbled.
"I love you too," he replied.
I would do anything to help show him how serious I was.
Mine -
Do you remember, we were sitting there by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine
I saw Sam as being somewhere near perfect. Kind and smart. Funny when he wanted to be. He was everything I had hoped for.
He didn't tell me everything about his past until a few months into us being together.
We were sitting outside while Dean was in the bar. We had sat on the hood of the impala. My head was leaning on his shoulder while his arm wrapped around me.
"I never thought I'd get this again," Sam mumbled.
I shifted so I could look at him, "Get what?"
"To experience this," he explained, motioning between us.
That was the beginning of the story. His past romantic... misfortunes, what happened to his mom, how his dad treated him, running away, and coming back.
It all broke my heart. It was the first time he had told me all of it.
After he finished talking, I leaned over and kissed him gently. He only kissed me back for a moment before leaning back and grinning at me.
"Thank you," he muttered.
"For what?"
"Listening," he replied.
"Thank you for trusting me with that," I grinned.
Something in my heart told me that this was shaping up to be the best relationship I had ever had.
Castiel:
mirrorball -
I'll get you out on the floor
Shimmering beautiful
And when I break it's in a million pieces
Cas didn't know that I didn't need an explanation for what he had done. I understood. And I had long since forgiven him.
"I needed a win for you and Sam and Dean. I couldn't let you guys-"
"Please stop," I begged. I stepped forward and cupped the sides of his face. "I... I don't need you to explain."
"But... I-"
"And you didn't need to come back with a win," I cut him off. "Cas, I love you. I decided that long ago. You don't need to be useful or successful for that. No matter what, I will still love you."
"Why?"
"Because you are the best person I've ever met," I said. "Even without the powers or the wings or the mission. I would still love you because you are still you."
Cas looked down.
"You can rest," I continued. "I will still love you just the same. Kiss you. Hold you. Adore you. I don't need useful. I need you here."
I gasped a little when Cas suddenly kissed me just because of how fast he moved. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved closer to him.
Cas slowly pulled away, "I... I love you too."
You Are in Love -
'Cause you can hear it in the silence
You can feel it on the way home
You can see it with the lights out
You are in love, true love
It had been a rough hunt.
Sam and Dean were in the motel together, arguing over some stupid details. I walked out to get some air. Those rooms can feel so small and restrictive on a good day. When people are fighting, I give up hope to feel comfortable.
I was leaning against the side of the impala when I heard the flap of wings.
"Hi, Cas," I said, not looking at him.
He leaned next to me, "I wanted to check on you."
"How'd you know," I asked.
"I... I just kind of did."
I grinned.
We fell into a comfortable silence after that. This was normal for us. It was nice. We were able to sit quietly and feel a sense of comfort.
Our silence was interrupted by Cas speaking up, "(Y/n)"
I turned my head to look at him.
He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine awkwardly. I froze right then.
He pulled back a few seconds later.
"I... I think I'm falling in love with you," he said.
"Cas," I muttered. "I'm falling for you too."
Cas started smiling as I pulled him into another kiss.
It was perfect. It was right.
As childish as it sounds, I knew that this was true love.
Afterglow -
Fighting with a true love is boxing with no gloves
Chemistry 'til it blows up, 'til there's no us
Why'd I have to break what I love so much?
It's on your face, and I'm to blame, I need to say
"(Y/n), it's okay-"
"No, no," I shook my head. "No, it's not okay. I treated you like shit, Cas."
He looked down.
"I shouldn't have done that," I said. "I am so sorry, Cas. You deserve better than that."
Cas stepped forward and pulled me into his arms. I slowly hugged him back. I heard him take a deep breath.
"You don't have to automatically forgive me. I would rather you tell me how you actually feel than spare my feelings."
"I... I don't want to upset you further."
"You shouldn't have to fear holding me accountable," I replied. "I... I love you, Cas. I want to be a good partner. I don't want to hurt you in any way."
Cas kissed the side of my head, "I love you too."
I grinned and stepped back, "Now, how about we talk about this and figure out what actually happened here."
He nodded and took my hand.
I was dead set on having a healthy relationship with Cas. I was willing to do anything to treat Cas the way he deserved to be treated. That also meant calling myself out.
I just hoped he'd stay with me even when I messed up.
Jack Kline:
Hey Stephen -
'Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel
Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain
So, come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you
Can't help it if there's no one else
I should've known that ranting to Sam was a bad idea.
He was sitting at one of the tables in the library. I was standing on the other side. Sam had promised I could talk to him about anything, so I didn't hesitate to rant about my growing crush on Jack.
"I just feel stupid," I explained.
"You aren't stupid," Sam replied. "You're human."
"Humans are stupid-"
"You got my point," he said.
"It's just... Jack is a sweetheart," I started rambling. Every compliment I could think of. "Adorable and too kind for their own good. Awkward, yeah, but in such a cute way. Brave as hell. It's just... gosh-"
"(Y/n)-"
"I just wish I had the guts to say something," I continued.
"(Y/n)-"
"I have faced demons and angels and vampires, but I can't tell a cute person that I want to go on a date with them-"
"For the love of God, please turn around," Sam snapped.
I froze and my eyebrows furrowed. I slowly turned around and saw Jack staring at me. Their eyes were wide, and they were completely frozen.
"I'll let you two chat," Sam nodded before leaving the room.
"I am so sorry," I said immediately.
"Why," Jack asked.
"Because... Because you had to listen to all of that and I ruined everything and I'm sorry-"
"I like you too," Jack cut me off.
I took a deep breath, "What?"
"I like you too," they gave me a nervous grin as they repeated themself. "You're really cool and nice. You've helped me a lot. I... I really like you."
"Oh, well," I looked down for a moment. "Well then, Jack, would you like to go on a date with me?"
Jack nodded, "I'd really like that."
"Good, good."
I looked down again. This was the best way things could've gone.
The Archer -
Can you see right through me?
They see right through
They see right through me
I see right through me
I see right through me
I had spent years of my life in the hunting life. I had killed more than I would ever admit to. And all through that, I held almost everyone at arm's length.
Sam, Dean, and Cas were all exceptions to my normal rule. They were aware of that.
Jack wasn't.
I wanted to trust them. I really did. I wanted to feel safe enough to be with them. It just wasn't that easy.
I could work through most days. Hide away from any of the fears in the name of being loved. Jack just made loving someone look so effortless. I wanted to be like that.
Some days... Some days I just couldn't.
I would pull away completely. I would try to isolate myself. No words, no touching, nothing. Jack would be at arm's length again.
Jack didn't like to leave me alone on those days.
They would stay next to me all day. Usually, they would just hold my hand. A small reminder that they were there and weren't leaving.
Kisses were soft and short. Again, they were more reminders than anything else.
We wouldn't talk much. Jack would speak every now and then, but there weren't many conversations.
I would be told that they were there and that they weren't leaving. That they loved me. Anything to help me know how much they cared for me.
They shouldn't have had to deal with this. I never wanted them to.
Eventually, I'd be able to rest my head on Jack's shoulder. I would close my eyes and try to hide from my thoughts.
"I love you," they would mutter to me. "I know your brain is messy right now, but that doesn't change anything. I love you."
I would turn into their side a little more. Their head would lean against mine.
I would slowly start to feel like I was walking out of my thoughts. I would start coming back to myself.
"I love you too," I would mumble back after a while, leaning up to kiss their jaw.
I would always be thankful for Jack being by my side.
It was nice to not have to run.
I'm Only Me When I'm With You -
And I don't try to hide my tears
My secrets or my deepest fears
Through it all nobody gets me like you do
Jack had teleported us out to the forest that they had started spending time in when they were stressed.
It had become a safe space for us. It was the only place where we could both talk about anything without fearing judgment from anywhere else.
I was so fortunate for that. I was so fortunate for Jack.
The two of us had fallen silent after a while. We were sitting on a blanket, backs resting on a fallen tree, and holding hands.
I pulled Jack's hand into my lap. I started playing with their fingers with a gentle grin. Jack's head rested on my shoulder.
There was a sinking rock in my stomach as I spoke up again, "Jack."
"Yeah," their head popped up so they could look at me.
"I... gosh...," I muttered before taking a deep breath. "Jack, I love you."
I was terrified. It was the first time I had said that. It was new and not knowing how Jack would react made me want to vomit.
I watched as a smile slowly formed on Jack's face.
"I love you too."
I smiled back.
Jack leaned over and kissed my cheek. We both let out nervous laughs before going back to relaxing again.
We didn't have many perfect moments in this life. But this. This was one of them.
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Author's Note: Deadass might be able to make a part two to this because this was more difficult to narrow down than I anticipated. I also could do shit like this with other artists if people wanna see that?
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Here’s another preference since you guys liked the last one so much (although this one is quite short)! I have two others that are almost ready to post that are a little longer and more in-depth than this. If you have any suggestions/ideas for future preference fics, please drop them here.
This is an NSFW preference for (implied female) reader with characters of the show Supernatural. This work contains smut and mature language and should not be read by those under 18 (or the age of majority in your locale). As a writer, I will attempt to make accurate warnings for each of my fics, however I cannot guarantee that I will identify each and every sensitive topic. My works regularly contain swearing, allusions to/mentions of sex, and canon level violence.
Warnings Include (but are not limited to):
allusions to/mentions of sex
mature language
mentions of various kinks
Please read at your own discretion and consume your fanfiction responsibly.
Summary: You wake up for some sleepy cuddles with your Dean.
Warning: Sharing a bed.
You weren’t used to getting a full night’s worth of sleep. That’s probably why you were awake now, rising slowly to the surface as you felt the blankets covering you, heard the slow, even breathing of the man by your side. Dean never looked more peaceful than when he was sleeping. Really sleeping, not catching a couple hours at a gas station or furrowing his brow against the nightmares that routinely plagued him. You didn’t have to open your eyes to know how he looked, stretched out on his stomach, arms half under his pillow as he slept.
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