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Could you write a Dean/reader where the reader has an important test to take and she is really nervous and apprehensive about it and Dean makes her feel better and boosts her confidence. The more fluff the better :) PS. I love reading all these stories, they make my day better. Thanks!
Hunched over a book, you completely miss the fact that Dean’s hovering in the doorway uncertainly. Part of him wants to walk over and remind you that you’ve been working for three hours straight; another side of him is more lax and knows how stressed you are about this whole thing. That’s what makes the decision for him.
He clears his throat, “Come on Y/N. You’ve been at that for hours, you need to take a break.”
You deign not to answer. You’re scanning the key information, squinting and furrowing your eyebrows. Perhaps it’s the stress that blears your vision and makes it appear as though the words themselves aren’t making sense.
“Babe,” He voices again; it comes from closer this time and you only have to turn your head sideways to see him lingering over you.
You sigh gently, “Dean I’m trying to concentrate.”
His arms wrap around your waist. You want to fight it but you don’t, your body relaxes into his and you’re cocooned in his arms before you even know it; his lips press to your forehead and his hands rub reassuring patterns on your back and sides.
“You’ve been working flat out. Babe you need to take a break, it’s not good for you.”
Pursing his lips, he sinks to his knees, whirling the chair around so that you’re facing him.
“I know you’re worried you’re not gonna pass. But babe, you’re about the smartest person I know. You know this like the back of your hand, I quizzed you on it yesterday. This test is just to see how you’re doing. It’s not to catch you out. You’re not going to fail it and it’s not the end of the world if you don’t do as well as you want to.”
Summary: In this AU the reader has been friends with Sam and Dean since childhood. They now all live in a small apartment together. When the reader wants to go on a date with Castiel, the boys don’t take it so well.
Pairing: ReaderXCas ReaderXDean ReaderXSam
Rating: It’s pretty tame, save for some bad language.
Warnings: Language, threats..that’s it (It’s pretty much just fluffy fluff)
Word count: 1600+
A/N: I have 20 followers now. That may seem small to pretty much everyone but to me that’s amazing! I thought I’d write this as a little celebration. It’s a bit rushed because I wrote this on the train ride home, but I hope you enjoy anyways!
Author: Sharon's Imagines
Pairing: Sam x Female!Reader
Summary: After Sam’s death, Dean visits the reader to inform her about the loss. Dean can’t live without Sam and makes a deal to bring him back. This is how their reunion goes. (Sam knows already that Dean made a Deal)
Words: 1′925
Warnings: angst, heartache, some chick flick moments maybe?
Summary: The reader is a hunter working in a coffee shop where she happens to run into Sam who’s working a case in town - he asks her out on a date.
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and parental death, brief talk of a past relationship. Some innuendos here and there, hints of smut towards the end although nothing actually happens! (Yet)
A/N: To make up for the lack of fic tonight I did some work with a fic I’d written a while back. I made some edits and hopefully this sounds relatively okay!
Summary: “I’ve had a crap day and the bottom of my shopping bags just broke and all my groceries are all over the ground and I’m sitting here in the middle of the parking lot crying my eyes out. You are really nice, thank you for helping me picking my stuff up and holy crap you are cute” AU
Request: @teamfreewilllovesyou : Can you do another version of watching over you with Dean?
Summary: Sam and Dean find a little girl whilst on a hunt. Now Dean struggles with the choice of taking care of her or not.
Author: @icecream-and-winchesters
Pairing: DeanXChild!reader (platonic)
Rating: Its…PG? It’s fine you can all read it!
Warnings: mild cursing, death (while on a hunt) and blood mention
Word count: 1500+
A/N: I will go into two views for this story! The bold text is Dean’s view. I don’t know, maybe I’ll write more parts of this with her growing up! Let me know if you’d want this to turn into a series!
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Request: @teamfreewilllovesyou : Can you do another version of watching over you with Dean?
Summary: Sam and Dean find a little girl whilst on a hunt. Now Dean struggles with the choice of taking care of her or not.
Pairing: DeanXChild!reader (platonic)
Rating: Its…PG? It’s fine you can all read it!
Warnings: mild cursing, death (while on a hunt) and blood mention
Word count: 1500+
A/N: I will go into two views for this story! The bold text is Dean’s view. I don’t know, maybe I’ll write more parts of this with her growing up! Let me know if you’d want this to turn into a series!
Summary: it’s been a long time since either brother could let off steam. A weird tension has begun building between them. When they’re forced to share a bed things come to a head.
Warning: gay relations, incest, language
A/N: This is my first Wincest fic. I apologize if it’s bad.
Summary: You confront Dean about what Charlie and Jess said at lunch and then he comes over for Halloween, your plans get a little derailed by your outfit and your choice to bake for him.
Warnings: Smut, oral sex (reader getting it from Dean and later mention of her giving it to him), mentions of Dean’s past relationships. Use of ‘sir’ in a sexual context and use of ‘baby girl’, reader wearing a maids outfit.
Professor Dean Masterlist (I affectionately titled this series, The Lies of Y/N Y/L/N - Dating Your Professor and Lying To All Your Friends but that’s a pretty long title.)
Word count: Nearly 2800
Summary: Some smut with Dean the morning after your first date and a summary of subsequent weeks following, leading up to your lunch with the girls (Charlie & Jess.)
Warnings: Smut, sex, lying to your friends, possibly some slight drama towards the end.
A/N: The next part of this is going to be Halloween themed and come out on Saturday (i.e. Halloween) and I’m super excited!
I’ve started to feel really rude tagging people in it because I feel as though I’m forcing them to read it. I don’t know, just tagging @but-deans-back-tho because I know they mentioned it helping to keep up with series’. But if you want to be tagged in the next part to be alerted about it then just let me know :)
Pairing: Reader + Gabriel Author: khorybannefin Author Gender: Female Reader Gender: Female Word Count: 4165 Summary: A dream night with the Trickster Warning: SMUT (yeah it's me so duh.)
Summary: Dean takes the reader on a date to the theatre to watch a film, what happens when some other students show up?
Warnings: Smut (fingering, handjobs, a bit of dry humping) and some general fluffs. Smut is kind of public (occurs in a public bathroom although nobody can hear and nobody interrupts.) Implied future smut.
A/N: Want me to continue?
Tagging: @abaddonwithyall (Hope ya having a good time at ChiCon girl!) @but-deans-back-tho (Same with you in Dallas!) @myfand0msandm0re @mrswhozeewhatsis (Also you! Enjoy ChiCon and know that although I’m happy for you, I remain jealous c;) @thinkwritexpress @yoursupernaturalsammygirl
Request: Can I just have a fic where the reader is super upset and just spends the day in the shooting range and ends up crying and punching dean, the cute dude who gave me his number has a girlfriend and didn’t bother to mention that, so Yea im kinda pissed
To the requester, I’m not sure how long ago you requested this but no guy that does anything like that is worth your time. If you’re reading this then I hope you know you’re better than him and you deserve better x
Author: Sam
Note: I have a week off from college so my plan is to get some fics written ready! I think if I manage to write 4 this week then I can try to post 2 a week since it’ll be easier to keep up :)
Annoyed wasn’t even the term you’d used to describe how you felt. Synonyms weren’t much help either: irritated, vexed, angry and exasperated weren’t strong enough terms to convey the rage and upset that dwelled in your chest. It was a culmination of a lot of things really; the hunts hadn’t been going all that well lately and you’d had some bad experiences with guys at bars. The latest had been a jackass who’d given you his number, promising to take you on a date sometime, then later you’d seen him leaving with his girlfriend.
So pissed wasn’t even the half of it.
Surprisingly your aim was pretty good, considering the circumstances. It wasn’t helping though. Bullets ricocheted off the target, shells firing back and the recoil strong enough to make your hands a little unsteady when the emotions started to get the best of you. But you powered through.
Sure it wasn’t helping all that much. If anything you were closer to crying now than you were earlier but at least you were alone. The last thing you needed was an interruption.
There isn’t one, not for the first hour or so anyway. Sam had enough understanding to interpret that the outward demeanour was not one that required comfort from him by this point, right now it was something you had to channel for yourself. Even if your shots steadily become more inaccurate as tears blotted your vision.
It was an incredibly stupid thing to be so upset about, you reminded yourself. In your eyes it was anyhow, if you’d confided in a friend they’d have been the first to reassure you that your reaction was perfectly natural but you just couldn’t find it in yourself to see the same. You blamed a considerable portion of it on the fact that, with being a hunter, there weren’t so many opportunities that arose to actually be intimate with somebody. The ones that did were with fellow hunters and you endeavoured to avoid those. They could be dead on the hunt the next day and then things got all messy.
It didn’t help that Dean had been leaving with yet another busty blonde when it’d all happened; he was going into overdrive with them lately and you’d be damned if you said that that didn’t irk you.
He always resurfaced, tousled bed hair and reeking of sweat, padded into the kitchen and made himself a coffee. He always had an absurdly smug grin on his face. Until he noticed you were in there. His smile always seemed to fold and you told yourself it was out of pity. Sam had probably drunkenly told him about your feelings; drunk Sam was one hell of a blabbermouth.
Thankfully you hadn’t had to see that this morning.
You weren’t entirely sure if you were getting out your anger about this guy at the bar or your frustration towards Dean. It was a toss-up.
“Jesus Y/N,” Dean’s voice booms from the doorway, “What’d that target do to you?”
It’s only then that you notice just how full of holes the target is. Most aren’t even in the central regions, if you were imagining it as Tom from last night then boy would he have died slowly and painfully. He probably deserved it. You shake your head.
“I came down here because I wanted some privacy, Dean. You ever thought other people could use some space or is it only you that gets that privilege?”
He raises his hands as if in surrender, “Woah Y/N. Why don’t you cool it a little?”
At least he didn’t ask if it was your time of the month. You’d have punched him. Gritting your teeth, you blink and adjust your aim; you cock your gun and fire it straight at the centre of the target. Bullseye.
“What’s with all the bad shots?” He questions, walking ever closer, “I thought you had better aim than that. You might need some training if you’re planning on-”
You weren’t even intending to hit him, it just happens. Clenched fist collides with his jaw, a loud smacking sound accompanying his confused look and quiet wince. In the reflection of his eyes you can see you look just as shocked as he does. Tears start to well again. Fuck, how ridiculous you have to look right now; you just punched a Winchester and to make matters worse you’re crying about it.
“What’s wrong?” His eyebrows furrow; concern is rife within him.
You mumble something incoherent, words suffocated and stifled by the emotion that bubbles in your throat and threatens to choke you. Warm salty tears streak your cheeks.
His arms wrap around you after a moment of hesitation; the rigid muscle of his chest is soon pressed firmly against you. The cotton of his t-shirt is dampened in an instant. He pays no mind, smoothing down your hair and murmuring soothing hushes. So you let yourself crumble, safe in the hold of him.
“Sammy told me about last night, if this is about that guy then screw him Y/N. You’re smart, so smart, so good at defending yourself, hell I’ve never really had anybody who can shock me with a punch,” He chuckles, “This life is crap. I know that. You don’t deserve to be dragged into this, you deserve a sweet apple pie life if that’s what you want. You should have somebody who can love you and be able to say it.”
“I don’t think anybody is silenced in professing their undying love,” You mutter pathetically.
He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, “You’d be surprised.”
You allow him to wipe your cheeks and tilt you to face him, soft eyes boring into your own. There’s so much emotion that clouds them, the stodgy pressure of the hunting life is heavy in his chest and stops him from voicing them. But you know, you know now.
Elevated to your tiptoes, sweetly chapped lips brush yours. Worries and emotions seem to melt away, all the uncomfortable tensions evaporate in the smouldering sentiment. Calloused fingers pad your cheeks. This is okay. Not thinking about tomorrow, not thinking about an endgame; it’s all comfortable and soothing. It enables you to lose yourself in the way he tastes like apples and cherries, the manner in which his lips seek out yours again after a singular lapse in their contact.
“You know, there are better ways to take out frustration.”
Summary: You’re getting settled into your new job, trying to adjust to the influx of work. Charlie insists on a night out at the college bar with the intentions of seeing one of the female Professors that she has a crush on and guess who turns up?
Warnings: Accidental voyeurism (reader isn’t turned on by it, they go and hide), mentions of alcohol and its consumption, general fluff and some cheesiness a la semi-intoxicated reader and Dean.
