Sweetie Celine

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[sweetiecelin]

Masterlist

Sam Winchester x Reader

Series

The Blind Leading the Blind

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

One-shots/Head Cannons

Being Cozy with Sam FLUFF

The Haircut  FLUFF

You’re Not Alone ANGST

More Sam Winchester Head Cannons MOSTLY FLUFFY

Cordell Walker x Reader

One Shots

I Still Got It

Dean Winchester x Reader

One Shots/Head Cannons

Don’t get mad! 

Ride of a Lifetime

[sbwifey]

hey tumblr writers can y'all write more cordell walker fics 😩 we need more

[sweetiecelin]

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[sweetiecelin]

OMFG guys I now understand what Dean must feel every time someone else drives the impala. My sister almost hit a couple of cars, my anxiety through the ROOF rn. She aint ever touching the steering wheel again! She almost wrecked my Bertha.

[sweetiecelin]

OK but...

I'm in my country phase again. I've been thinking, like really hard. What about if reader met Dean when they were younger like 18/20(im a sucker for age gaps no matter how small or big) based on Traveller by Chris Stapleton or Travlin' Soldier by the chicks...

Could either be heartbreaking or v cutesy. I'm already starting on it folks.

[sweetiecelin]

Locking the FUCK in, im forcing myself to get schoolwork done by pretending that Sam and Dean need me to do research...

Well research on ecosystems and impact of climate change but still. I'm trying my damn hardest

[sweetiecelin]

More Sam Winchester Headcannons

sorry folks, shawty needed more inspiration for her writings.

He loves when you mess with his hair(not too much though). He loves when your fingers run through it, or when you scratch his head for him or pulling his hair. You could just be doing something else like being on your laptop or reading and magically your hands find his head.

He likes the way you smell. Not in like a creepy way but more like he calms down when he smells your perfume or your shampoo. It’s like a tiny reminder of you being there.

When you wear his clothes, God does it drive him crazy. He loves seeing you shrink when you wear his clothes. They just look so big on you, it’s adorable to him.(Again going back to the previous one, he likes when his clothes smell like you)

When you’re hurting he always tries to find a way to comfort you, he’ll get food, watch your favorite movies, read your favorite book, anything to distract you from the pain you’re going through.

There are a couple of times where you two have movie nights, you each pick a movie. With Sam, he likes to dissect almost every scene with fun facts about the movie. You tend to do the same but more so what has happened because you watched the movie on other occasions or which scene plays in your mind when you’re just zoning out. (Truth be told his favorite movie is the Princess Bride, just don’t tell Dean)

Sometimes you’ll take showers together, it’s hilarious because half the time you’re shoving each other in and out of the water because you’re cold. There’s times where you are just washing each other's hair, y'know being wholesome. THEN there's the other other things you do. (cough cough doggy, against the wall cough cough)

He is always so impressed how quickly you could find a case or find out what the creature is. It pulls on his heartstrings when he notices how you connect with victims. Or how you lower your voice and try to get on the same level when you're speaking to kids involved in a case.

He imagines what it’d be like to have a life with you after hunting, if there was a life outside of hunting. He’d picture how many kids he’d want then would try to remember if you said you wanted kids or not. It wasn’t a deal breaker though. All he knew he wanted was to be married to you, to grow old with you, just to have a real life with you.

[shypilled-deactivated20250721]

Pamela barnes didn’t drop, “you know how i can tell? that perky little ass of yours.” and “you could bounce a nickel off that thing.” for NOTHING.

rip diva, we all miss her

[bethsvrse]

what is with this new wave of short ass drabbles with porn and zero plot what happened to yearning?? what happened to build up?? what happened to the character being absolutely down bad for reader?? what happened to the 10k words fics?? screaming crying and throwing up i miss it

[sweetiecelin]

i miss it so much.. this era was like the peak of fanfics. now it's just so different. what happened to making your readers be invested in the backstory of the porn you're writing

[sweetiecelin]

You're not alone

Sam Winchester x GN!Reader(i think)

TW:, depression, mentions of death, HEAVY ANGST VIBES, self deprecation, poor self image, Self Harm

Summary: Sam walks into the most gut wrenching sight. He doesn't exactly know what will help, but he damn well tries.

If you or anyone you know is struggling with thoughts of suicide or self-harm, reach out. There are people willing to help you.

Starting from the beginning, the Wincehsters  had saved you a while back.. You had been a target of a monster that hunted those with the most sorrow in their hearts. It had taken seven people before you and you were willing to let it take you; That’s when the Winchesters ganked it. Sam had interviewed you because you had been going to the same therapist as the other vics, there was appoint where you two had connected. With all the shit you’d gone through and the enormous amount of shit Sam had gone through, it was like a spark; A true connection paved with death, disappointment, and resenting yourselves. 

After that Sam had convinced you to come with them back to the bunker, a decision that Dean was originally against but then he had seen how much happier Sam felt with you. Now here you were, sitting in the bathroom dealing with the news of your father. He’d never been the nicest man nor the healthiest so it was a true surprise that he’d passed. Yet there was this pressure on you because of the fact you weren’t there for him in his final moments. It didn’t help that your family guilt tripped you, mainly your brothers, for being away with some strangers you met only a year ago and them seemingly being the reason you weren’t there for your family, your dad.

It had been something you were trying to be strong, push through but it was getting harder and harder to do because of your depressive episodes. They were getting longer and only growing more powerful. At a certain point, it felt like you were drowning and there was no way out.

The only thing that mainly helped was Sam. He helped keep all those thoughts away but when he was gone? The only relief you found was inducing physical pain. It wasn’t the best option, actually it was the worst option. The pain just helped you feel like you were letting some of the pain out, trading emotional for physical.

So now, here you stood in one of the bathrooms. Staring into the mirror and the tears running down your face. You had been trying to stay strong, not do anything you couldn’t take back. The fresh injuries on your thighs were a marker that you’d lost. You couldn’t fight hard enough to stay strong. You were now trying to clean up after yourself, wiping the tears away and tending to the wounds. It was a mistake, you thought, maybe they won’t be noticeable. Truth is he’d know; Sam would know the moment he looked at you.

When you heard the bunker down open and slam shut, your heart dropped. You didn’t want either brothers to walk in and see you like this. You quickly ran to yours and Sam’s shared bedroom and quickly changed into sweats and a baggy hoodie(which you were pretty sure was Sam’s). Everything had been bandaged up, nothing was blatantly obvious and you were determined not to let Sam see these. You thought he’d been disappointed with you, hell even mad at you because of your actions.

You walked out to greet them when you ran into Sam. Sam missed you so much, he just wanted to see you. He practically ran to look for you, dropping his bag as soon as he hit the war room. He hugged you and was taken aback by the wince you let out as he grabbed you. He automatically knew something was wrong. 

“Woah, hey let's just go talk in the room. Yeah? Does that sound okay?” Sam quietly tried to comfort you and lead you back into the room.

You felt defeated and followed him into the room. You plopped yourself on the bed just staring at Sam. He knew, he always knew when something was off with you. Sam took a seat next to you and just wrapped his arms around you. You just collapsed into him, sobbing and letting the walls come down. He just rubbed your back, murmured calming and sweet things into you head as he rested his chin on your head. 

Sam hated seeing you like this. He could try to shield you from almost everything in the world, all the pain he could. The only thing he couldn’t do was protect you from yourself. He always felt so helpless, he couldn’t turn back the clock and stop you. So he would be there to comfort you.

You kept crying into his chest as he pulled himself and you to lay back onto the bed. There you just cuddled up next to him like you were trying to hide away from everything. He kept holding you into his chest and rubbing circles on your back. 

“Do you want to talk about it? About what happened?” He asked in a hushed tone.

You shook your head, “N-No.”

“C’mon baby, talk to me,” He tried to pry a little further and hoped you would open up.

Taking a deep breath, you broke down, “I-It’s my dad and just everyone. Nothing I do stops any of it, I can’t control any of it.”

Once Sam got a confirmation of his suspicion he just needed to make sure it didn’t get worse,“Did you atleast clean them?”

You nodded, not allowing yourself to speak again without the urge to break out crying. You buried yourself deeper into his chest and his arms tightened around you. 

“It’s okay- Well not okay okay, but you’re not alone. We’ve both been through stuff and had struggles. I mean I lost my dad too, I somewhat get what you’re going through, next time call me and talk to me. I can help you through it next time.”

“But you were busy,I didn’t want to distract you” You softly spoke. You knew what he did was important. He saved people, he helped people; You were just one person who followed him because he was comforting.

Now it was his turn to shake his head, “Nothing is more important than you. I would’ve dropped everything to get back here, not if I knew you were hurting like this.”

You pushed yourself off of him, now sternly staring at him, “That’s the problem, I’m just another burden you have to deal with; You were saving people Sam. I don’t deserve to constantly have you saving me when there are other people who need help more.”

He just sighed pulling you back down to lay with him, “You’re my person. I can’t even think of anything more important. We could’ve gotten someone else to help those people, put another hunter on the case.”

“You never have to do that, you shouldn’t do that,” you sniffled again with your arm around his waist. His arm was close to the sore spot but he made sure to avoid it, he knew your patterns.

“I do though,” He muttered your name, “Let me reiterate, you are my person. Hell you’re even my world. I’d do anything for you, especially if it means I might lose you. I get so worried when you do this because what if I lose you? What if I’m not here in time if something truly happens to you? I’d save you over anyone else.”

You just laid there and rested your head on his chest. He kept holding you like you were the only thing he was truly concerned about. He never wanted to lose you. So there you two laid until you fell asleep. In each other's arms nothing else mattered. You had him and he had you.

Taglist(Let me know if you want to be added) : @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing

[myceliumsunshine]

Hear me out, Sam Winchester x reader based on the song Wagon Wheel(apologies I’m having a country phase)

Either Sam or Reader desperately trying to get back to the other because they miss each other sm. could take a turn or it could be fluff

Wagon Wheel - Sam Winchester

A/N - hi @sweetiecelin my lovely moot sorry this took me so long i was camping but i have the writing bug again and i'm also in a country phase (it's not a phase!!) so take this *thrusts fic at you* simp sam winchester. like, he will die without her kind of simping. very codependant relationship. dean is very unhappy to be there. southern reader. word count - 917

The bunker is quiet with the sound of your absence. The sound of the electric kettle you’d bought to make tea in the mornings, the sound of your laughter after a particularly bad joke from Sam or Dean in the afternoon, the sound of your soft snores as you snuggle into Sam’s arms in the night, the absence of them all creates an awfully loud silence that seems to threaten to smother the Winchester boys.

You’d been gone a week. Sam barely remembers why you’d left. Something about an old friend needing help, and you’d rushed away before he could offer to go with you in the old yellow Mustang you insisted you kept, despite the fact that you rode in the pitch black Impala with him and Dean pretty much every time you left the place the three of you all called home.

Sam misses you. It isn’t actually that revolutionary of an idea. Sam misses you when you leave the room he’s in, Sam misses you when you take your hand from his when playing FBI on cases, he misses you when you’re asleep and he misses you when you’re awake. Sam could miss you professionally, in the Olympics, score gold and set a new world record for missing you. Sam misses you a lot. But this is different. The ache in his bones is from missing you. You’ve been gone a whole week. He’s starting to feel like a dog left at home while its owners go on vacation, the way he’s staring longingly at the door all times of the day, his tail between his legs and a low whine in the back of his throat. Metaphorically, of course. He isn’t actually whining at any point (Yes he is. But he’s made Dean swear never to bring it up again, never to tell you, and he’s been more careful to make sure his brother wasn’t around ever since. Not that Sam would admit he’s been whining.)

You’re gone and it’s changed the way Sam goes to sleep. He no longer sleeps his full 8 hours, not without your waist to sling a heavy arm over. A pillow just doesn’t cut it, even if he puts an unwashed shirt of yours that still smells like you over it as a pillow case. You’re gone and it’s changed the way Sam wakes up. He no longer wakes to the feeling of kisses to his eyelids, to his nose, to his cheeks, to his ears, to his lips. The smell of the coffee that you’d somehow managed to slip out from under him to make doesn’t fill his senses either. Sam spends his waking hours moping around the bunker.

Dean’s sick of it. Everytime you call he’s complaining about Sam, and though it makes you stifle a giggle that your 6’5” boyfriend has been keening like a sad puppy dog, you have to admit you miss him too. You’re just as pathetic and needy and whiny (Yes, you can admit it. Yes, it makes you think you’re both more mature and more well-adjusted than Sam.) as your boyfriend back home. You call Sam at least once a day, usually two, three, or even four times a day. Yeah, you miss him.

Which is why, when you walk through the bunker doors, you drop your duffle and you’re running through the bunker to your shared room, hat flying off your head as you’re jumping into his waiting arms. The bouquet of flowers that you’d picked back in Tennessee clutched tightly in your hand squished up against Sam’s back, mostly wilting from the lack of water on your 14 hour drive.

“Hi.” You whisper into his shoulder. He’s lifting you off of the floor, and then your legs are wrapped around his waist, hoping to push your very being into him, hugging each other as tight as humanly possible. If you could crawl into his skin and never leave him again, you would, and so would he.

“I missed you.” He mumbles into your hair. You laugh, because you know that he missed you, he hadn’t stopped telling you over the phone, and also because you’d missed him. Missed the way he smelled, like salt and iron, lighter fuel and smoke, something sweet and something distinctly Sam. Missed the way his hugs seem to cover every inch of your skin. Missed the way he’s kissing you now, like you’re something delicate, like you’re something to be worshiped, something to be adored, like you’re the air in his lungs, like if he doesn’t kiss you now, he’ll never get the chance again.

“I missed you too.” Sam missed the way your southern accent seemed to get deeper every time you went to the south. The twang of your thickened South Carolina accent is something he can never get enough of, because it only lasts for the week after you leave the southern states.

“I missed you more.” You hand him the twisted, wilted, squished dogwood flowers, smirking.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” He’s smiling at the back and forth now.

“I don’t know, I think it might-”

“God, shut up.” You both turn to Dean at the door, and then you’re laughing again and the breath is gone from Sam’s lungs. And then your forehead is pressed against his, and Sam might have a stroke. And then you’re kissing him, and Sam has died and gone to heaven. You pull back, looking at him.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

taglist - @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing

[sweetiecelin]

Hellooo!! I was the one that asked about the brother readerrr and for your first time of writing out of your comfort zone, I think you did real good at it. It had me smiling the entire time too and entertained. If the Winchester’s had another younger sibling (besides Adam of course💔💔) and if they were a trio instead, I think this would’ve been a pretty cool and cute episode to see. Thank you for taking in my request!!!

Oh anon thank you for saying!! I’m glad you enjoyed it, lemme know if you want another one and I write it for you(just might take some time)

[sweetiecelin]

Y'all I'm trying, really trying to get these one-shots out. Between work and school, as well at the new added pain of getting my implant(practice safe sex guys) replaced. I'm in emotional and physical pain right now.

Pro tip, implants hurt be careful when you replace them, working with a bruise and possibility of it rejecting is actually excruciating. I fucking hate this. i'm trying to deal with the pain, write and catch up with classes(i'm 4-5 weeks behind and finals are taking place in less than 4 weeks)

ANYWAYS beside my bitching an moaning I have 2 one-shots coming for you, one slightly sad and triggering(but something I feel most people would appreciate) as well as a fluffy oneshot just to follow up. I hope y'all will like it!

Lemme know if y'all wanna be tag(in both or just one) I'm starting a taglist for those in need of specific fanfics.

[sweetiecelin]

About a Tot

For that one Anon who requested little brother!reader but taking place during 'About a Boy', and instead of Dean being aged down it was reader. I really had fun writing this and I hope y'all like it!

Summary: basically Sam and Dean were able to baby their baby brother once more.

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Sam and Dean were very confused when they got a call from the police station about a 4 year old who claimed to be their brother. Hell, the kid even gave the cops the right phone number too. Having to face the inevitable, they headed out.

You were sitting there kicking your feet back and forth, waiting for your brothers to come and get you. Dear lord, you remember being this age and it was kind of shitty. It was the year before Sam left, he started distancing himself from you and your family. It hurt because you didn’t know why he was doing it but in retrospect you understood he didn’t want it to hurt you too much when he left. But then you had to grow up with Dean and your Dad bickering over the smallest thing. Sam leaving hurt you more than he expected, growing up you had to watch John drinking himself beyond recognition and Dean finding any excuse to get away, even if that meant leaving you with the drunkard of a Dad you shared.

You started crying, tears swelling in your eyes and lip quivering. Shaking your head, mentally thinking to yourself ‘Man up, you don’t get to cry’ as you’ve heard so many damn times growing up. You snapped your head in the direction everytime the door to the station opened, but this time it was them

“Sammy! De!” You jumped out of the chair and started running towards them with your arms open. They looked confused at first, but then a recognixed you. There was their little brother; looking the same as when Sam left(for the first time) and Dean had taken care of when he could.

Dean bent down and picked you up, “Hey buddy,” glancing around at the officers that were staring at the scene. “We’re gonna take you home now, alright?”

“You’re going to need to sign a waiver and sign him out. What were you thinking letting a child walk around all by himself?” The snippy secretary cut in.

Sam apologized and signed what he needed to while Dean carried you to the impala. He placed you on the hood just staring at the sight. Why the hell would a witch do something like this?

Sam walked out and joined the two of you over by the impala. He looked between you and Dean. You were just so little, he forgot what it felt like to see you like this. You just sat there with a pissed off look on your face, which was really hard to do being a 4 year old.

Clearing his throat Sam and called your name, “Did you see anything it’ll help us? Did you see who- or what- was doing this?”

“No, I was-was leaving a bar and then this f-flash of wight, SHIT. I can’t speak right,” You struggled to say while trying to sound serious. “A bright light just happened and then I’m like this!”

Dean chuckled a little, “So what, big flashing light and bam you're a tot again?”

“Well, yeah! But that’s not all, I woke up in this woom. Dammit. And there was this guy, a big scary guy. He took the girl in the other room next to me, she was kicking and screaming.

Sam was following tentatively but on the other hand, Dean was trying to control his laughter, “Dude you can’t even speak right! It’s hilarious!”

“De, now is not the time. We’ve got to get to everyone-” You tried to continue but again were cut off by your older brother.

“No, you’re not going to help with this one. You’re literally too young to handle this one,” Sam ordered, raising his hand up, “You’re a four year old for god sake.”

You threw your head out of frustration, starting to kick your feet up, “This is so unfair! I didn’t ask to be turned into a kid!”

“Yeah, well you’re actually throwing a temper tantrum right now,” Dean retorted and cocked his head to the side.

“Can we just go to the motel room and discuss this there?” You pleaded with them.

Sam and Dean nodded. The three of you hopped in the impala and went back to the motel. There, you discussed the case with your brothers

You yawned, stretched and then rubbed your eyes. Sam and Dean shared a look and quietly chuckled. They missed seeing this; their little brother just being a kid.

Dean walked over and placed you on the bed, “Alright champ, get some sleep. Looks like you need it.”

“I don’t wanna. We were getting close-”

Sam shook his head, “No, seriously you need to sleep. Gotta be well rested if you want to grow being and strong.”

“Now you guys are just being assholes.” Muttering you laid down on your side, trying to keep your eyes open, “Can we get lucky charms tomorrow?”

Your two older brothers shared a look, then Dean softly agreed, “Yeah kid, we can make sure you got lucky charms in the morning.”

“Good, we can share ‘em,” you yawned, finally getting some sleep.

[sweetiecelin]

Folks

Pushing out those requests is happening because I'm procrastinating catching up with my biology work(last class before I start focusing on those for my major). I know I've done one of them but there's like two more that I want to get out before I write anything else. Sooo starting tonight or tomorrow y'all should have a sibling one-shot coming out soon!

[ilovebillkaulitzzz]

When you look up *character* x reader and there's barley any fanfics about them

[sweetiecelin]

Season 15, episode 19

Y'all... now i understand why people hate the series finale. No one talked about how episode 19 wraps everything up perfectly and the execs were just trying to fill out a contractual agreement of minium 20 episodes a season for CW. I'm still avoiding the series finally, though i've caught up on season 15 until that point. episode 19 is a perfect ending and they should've had that as the 20th episode because that's how it was written, but somehow they needed another filler??? it doesn't make sense. I'm about 5 years too late, but still what the fuck

[sweetiecelin]

The Haircut

For my lovely mutual @myceliumsunshine. I'm sure your new hair is v cute!

Summary: You get a new haircut and aren't sure how the boys will react, primarily your boyfriend Sam.

WC: 528

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You had left earlier to go “do something” leaving Sam and Dean in the bunker. Sam was wondering where exactly you had gone off to, he thought maybe you were thrifting or wandering around town. He started getting worried after a couple of hours and you not being back(Mans has separation anxiety. With the shit he’s been through it only makes sense). Then he heard the bunker door shut, and you sauntered in.

You walked over still running your fingers through the freshly cut hair. It was exciting trying something new, and god did you feel good. WIth a new found sense of confidence you were hyped to see how the boys reacted.

Sam’s head had snapped in your direction. Then he processed it. You had a pixie cut; it was official, he had the longest hair in the bunker. He wasn’t really sure how it felt about that fact, he just was trying to process it. Dean had said a few words making fun of Sam, suggesting now he should get a haircut. Sam just sat in his chair at a loss of words.

Hands dropping from the soft hair, you started to feel self conscious. What if he didn’t like it? What if he thought cutting your hair was a mistake? Is he going to think of you differently just because of it? All these thoughts were now making you doubt your decision, especially with Dean making fun of the entire situation and the lack of words from Sam.

Then, he just smiled. It was one of the biggest smiles you’d seen from Sam. He just got up and walked over to you. He kept glancing from your hair down to your face.

“Wow, it looks great.”

Shaking your head, you couldn’t believe it. He still thought you were pretty, still looked at you the same; It hadn’t changed, Sam hadn’t changed.

Your hands went back up to your hair, “Really? You think so? I was starting to feel unsure about it.”

“No, No. You look great actually, it suits you. Compliments your face,” bringing his hand up to your cheek, “I can see all the little details in your face now. How the light catches in your eyes-”

Dean cut him off, raising his hand to signal stop, “Okay, you both are disgusting. Knock off the cutesy corny shit.”

Looking at you, Dean sighed your name, “Listen kid, I think you look great. More badass. But this shit,” he gestured to the scene out of a rom-com starring you and Sam, “gotta stop. I don’t wanna witness whatever happens next.”

You and Sam started laughing to yourselves. Sam bent down a little to rest his head on top of yours, smiling at each other like dumbasses.

You nodded, “We can try, but no promises. If you don’t like it, go to your room or leave.” 

“Yeah, Dean. Just because you're here doesn’t mean we have to tone it down, you can just walk away,” Sam snorting, backing you up.

Dean turned on his heels and headed to his room, “Fine! Fine! I’ll leave but please don’t get weird in the library.”

“Again, no promises.”

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Taglist(yes I'm starting one): @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing