Summary: Ash trying to flirt with Sam and Dean's sister is just... *chef's kiss* too good haha Protective!Dean activated too XD
"Ash!" Dean called out, bursting into the Roadhouse. "We're back! It's been—" he checked his watch, "—sixteen hours and 40 minutes! Just exactly what you said you needed..." he trailed off.
You followed your brothers in and strained your hearing, glancing curiously around the dimly lit bar. Sam sunk down on a bar stool next to you. There was a commotion in the back room and some muttered words and dull thumps before the door absolutely burst open and the mullet-wearing redneck genius strutted in. "Sam, Dean," he drawled, a crooked smile growing on his face. "Oh—" he started, suddenly seeing you sitting there with your brothers on either side of you. He flipped his long hair back over his shoulder and leaned on the counter. "And who might this be?" he asked, smiling right at you. "You're just about as fine as frog hair split four ways..."
You could only laugh a little and smile back somewhat awkwardly. "Is—is that a compliment?"
Ash nodded. "Of course it is. Can I get ya somethin' to drink?"
Dean snapped his fingers in front of Ash's face. "Hey! Take it easy Redneck Romeo! She's our sister," he said, his voice going down to its deepest register, his protectiveness adding an extra layer of gravel to it.
"Yer sister?" Ash asked, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. "Well, hell, boys. Seems like you forgot to mention that. If ya'd told me she was comin' I woulda gotten myself gussied up for just such an occasion."
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Ash... about the case..."
"Right. Right... the case..."
Happy Supporting Character Saturday! I miss Ash and his antics <3 He deserved better than what he got... (like so many in the show *sobs*)
These were all submitted to me via reblog or private message. Everything will be under the cut!
@deliciouslyshadowymilkshake asked for #21 with Dean!
You were worried about Dean’s safety. You always were when he was hunting, but this time it was worse. All the other times you hadn’t been pregnant and even though he’d been working fewer cases this one demanded his attention.
“I’m gonna be fine, you know that right?” he asked you as he packed his duffle bag.
“I do,” you sighed, “it’s just that I’m worried. This baby will be here any day now and I’m scared.”
“I know how to handle myself, Y/N,” he said zipping the bag shut.
“I know,” you said running your fingers through your hair, “just...come back alive, okay?”
Dean could see the fear and concern etched into your features and he sighed.
“I promise,” he said kissing you.
You gave him a small smile and watched as he walked out the door, off to save the world once again.
@winchesterprincessbride asked for #38 with Sam!
Dean was furious and rightfully so. Your little prank war with Sam had taken on a life of it’s own and the inside of the Impala was currently filled with shaving cream. You couldn’t help but try to hide behind Sam as Dean paced in front of you yelling about how ridiculous the two of you had been acting.
“It was all Y/N’s idea!” Sam shouted trying to weasel his way out of taking the blame.
Now it was your turn to be furious. The shaving cream thing was entirely Sam’s idea and you were pissed that he was trying to blame it on you. What made it worse was the he was trying to pin the rest of the pranks on you as well, which was absolutely insane.
“Stop pinning this on me!” you shouted at him, “You started it!”
“No, I didn’t! The whole prank war was your idea!” Sam fired back.
Dean stopped ranting as the two of you argued like five-year-olds. Dean shouting at the two of you to shut up was what finally brought you to your senses.
“I don’t give a flying fuck which one of you started it. You’re both gonna get all of that shit out of my Baby, pronto!” he shouted.
You looked down at your feet, embarrassed, as Dean walked off to his bedroom leaving you and Sam alone to gather your cleaning supplies and get to work.
@ashleychinrock asked for #7 with Jensen!
You were starving and the stupid diet you were on didn’t let you have anything good. You sat in the restaurant with Jensen, Jared and Genevieve and you couldn’t stop staring at the cheeseburger on your husband’s plate. You looked down at the salad in front of you and huffed.
“Everything alright over there?” Jensen asked looking over at you.
“Just peachy,” you replied stabbing a piece of lettuce with your fork.
“You don’t need to be on a diet, you’re beautiful just the way you are, so I don’t know why you’re doing this to yourself,” Jensen said before taking a bite of the delicious looking burger.
“Thanks, but I’ve got like five pounds of baby weight left to lose,” you sighed and shoved a fork full of lettuce into your mouth.
The rest of dinner was filled with idle chit-chat and lots of laughter. You had finished your salad before everyone else and you were still hungry. You noticed that Jensen had left half of his burger and most of his fries on his plate and you couldn’t stop staring at them.
“You know what, fuck it,” you said turning to Jensen, “are you finishing that or...?”
“I left it for you,” he laughed sliding the plate in front of you, “I know how much you hate salad.”
You beamed at your husband and placed a kiss on his lips before digging in to what was probably the most delicious cheeseburger you had ever eaten.
@pretty-odd-jenn asked for #44 with Castiel!
The last few months had been stressful. There was so much going on with heaven and hell, demons and angels and you were tired. To top it all off Castiel had lost his grace and was struggling with being human.
You needed a break, you all did, Castiel especially. You could tell that he was taking losing his grace a lot harder than he let on and you wanted to show him that being human wasn’t so bad.
You went looking for him in the bunker and found him pacing back and forth in the map room. It was clear that he was studying the map, looking at all the places the angels had landed when they fell, while trying to decipher where Metatron could have hidden his grace.
“Ya know what?” you asked startling him.
“I know lots of things, Y/N, you have to be more specific,” he stated.
“It’s an expression, Cas,” you laughed, “anyway, I vote today to be pajama day!”
“What do you mean, pajama day?” he questioned.
“I mean we’re going to put on our pajamas and lounge around the bunker all day,” you said with a smile, “we’re going to do absolutely nothing but watch bad movies on Netflix and eat a bunch of junk food.”
“That does not sound productive at all,” he said.
“That’s the point,” you replied, “are you in?”
He thought about it for a few minutes before nodding.
“I suppose so,” he said, “but I don’t have any pajamas.”
“I’m sure Dean has some extra clothes that will fit you,” you said grabbing his hand, “come on.”
You saw him smile slightly as you pulled him toward Dean’s bedroom to look for a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. You could already tell that making today pajama day was a great idea.
@angelus320 asked for #30 with Sam!
Sam watched you struggling to pull yourself free from the wall where the demon was holding you in place and it pained him. He wanted to bad to help you but it was no use, he was stuck as well. He could see that you were starting to panic and he did his best to calm you down.
“Hey, everything is going to be alright,” he said, “Dean will be here in no time.”
You nodded and tried your best to stay calm. You didn’t want to break down in front of Sam and you sure as hell didn’t want to give in to what the demon wanted. The next few minutes felt like hours but true to Sam’s word Dean came barging in a few minutes later with Castiel.
The demon fought with Dean and Castiel took the the opportunity to plunge an angel blade through its back, killing it. Instantaneously you felt the pressure disappear and Sam was at your side.
“Marry me,” he said staring into your eyes.
“What?” you asked.
“Marry me,” he said, “watching you struggle like that made me realize that I could lose you at any given moment and I don’t want to spend whatever time we have left without you as my wife. What do you say?”
“Yes,” you said, surprising yourself.
He pulled you close to him and kissed you. Surely you had lost your mind. It felt like the proposal was rushed and so unlike Sam but everything he said was true. Maybe it was the adrenaline from being attacked by the demon or the heat of the moment but you knew you were making the right decision. You didn’t want to spend the rest of your life without being his wife either.
@driverpicksthemuusic asked for #4 with Dean!
You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been to the beach but it must have been years ago. You set up your chair between Sam and Dean’s and lathered yourself in sunscreen as the the two men set up the umbrella and laid out the towels.
You were grateful that the three of you finally had a day to relax and you were more than thrilled that they had agreed to a beach day when you suggested it. After everything was set up both Sam and Dean sat down in their chairs and opened some beers. You pulled out your book and began to read and let yourself relax.
You must have fallen asleep in your chair because one minute you were reading and the next minute you felt someone lifting you up. Your first instinct was to fight the person off until you heard Dean’s laugh.
“Dean, what are you doing?” you asked as he started carrying you toward the water.
“You looked like you were sweating, I figured you’d want to cool off,” he said and you realized what he planned to do.
“No! Dean!” you shouted, “Put me down!”
With all the yelling and fighting you were doing in his arms you hadn’t realized that you made it to the water. Dean was standing waist deep holding you high enough for the waves not to hit you.
“Put you down?” he asked.
“Yes!” you shouted, “Put me down!”
“Alright,” he laughed, “if you say so.”
In a second he released you and your back hit the freezing water. You realized what was happening just in time and held your breath as you sunk below the waters surface. You popped back up a second later, gasping for air, and saw Dean standing there doubled over in laughter.
“Never. Do that. Again.” you seethed and marched out of the water to go back to the towels and dry yourself off.
@daydreamingintheimpala asked for #23 or #32 with Dean! I realized much too late that both these numbers were already chosen, but, seeing as I did #23 with Sam and #32 with Dean already, I’ll be doing #23 for this one!
You didn’t understand how someone could get away with being so loud in a library. You were trying your hardest to study for your finals but you could barely concentrate because of all the noise. You looked up from your text book, an annoyed look on your face, and tried to pinpoint exactly where the noise was coming from.
You scanned the room a few times before your eyes landed on him, Dean Winchester. He was in more than a few of your classes and his dorm was down the hall from yours. You knew he ran with the ‘jock’ crowd seeing as he was on the football team but he always seemed like the respectful type. Apparently you were wrong because he was making so much noise with his friends that the other people in the library were glaring at him also.
You tried to go back to your studying and ignore him but apparently that was impossible. He started howling with laughter and that was the last straw for you. You ripped a piece of paper from your notebook, balled it up, and took aim.
“Hey!” you shouted tossing the paper ball at him, “pipe the fuck down, asshole!”
“Oh,” he said looking over at you, “were you trying to study?”
“Clearly,” you said gesturing to your notes, “I mean this is a fucking library, that’s what people do here.”
“Sorry,” he said, “I’ll try to keep it down.”
“Thank you,” you replied.
He did keep it down, for a few minutes, and then he was back to being loud all over again. Clearly there was nothing you could do to shut him up so with a groan you packed up all of your things and shoved them into your bag. You pushed yourself up from the table and went to leave, making sure you passed by his table in the process.
“Dick,” you mumbled and slapped him in the back of the head before flipping him off and heading back to your dorm.
hey, congrats for hitting 2.5K <3 could you do number 27 with Cas?
Thank you so much! I hope you like this!
You hadn’t been this mad in a while. The worst part was that you expected something like this from Dean, maybe even Sam in some alternate universe, but definitely not from Castiel. You knew he was still getting used to the human thing but eating your last slice of pie when you had clearly written your name on the aluminum foil that covered it was just plain wrong.
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said.
“Whatever, Cas,” you replied turning your back to him.
You continued to furiously scrub the plate he had used clean, taking out your frustrations on the porcelain and sponge.
“I can buy you another pie,” he said meekly.
“So what?” you spat back, “You already ate the pie. You did it. It’s done.”
“You know, I expect this kind of reaction from Dean, not from you,” he said getting angry with you now.
“Funny you should say that,” you said, “because I could say the same thing about your actions.”
He didn’t say anything then and you continued to scrub the plate clean. After a few minutes you started to feel bad for lashing out at him like that and rinsed off the plate before putting it in the drying rack. You turned around to apologize to him, but he was gone and sitting there on the table was a fresh apple pie.
Could you do 36 with Jensen? Congrats on the milestone! (=
Thank you so much! I hope you like it!! (huge thanks to @iwantthedean for helping me brainstorm for this one!)
You felt like absolute shit. Your head was throbbing, you could barely breathe and your throat felt like someone was shoving knives down it every time you swallowed. The worst part about it was that even though you felt like death you were still needed on set.
You tried to get through the scene but you were having trouble staying vertical. It finally got to a point where the director called it quits for the day and sent you to your trailer, giving you strict orders not to come back on set until you were feeling at least 75% better.
“Do you need anything?” Jensen asked as he walked you to your trailer.
“Nah, I think I’ll be ok,” you replied, “I just need to sleep it off.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Positive,” you said giving him a weak smile.
He left you at your trailer door and you wasted no time changing out of your clothes and into your pajamas. You were so drained from whatever bug you had that you didn’t even bother washing off your makeup before you flopped down onto your bed. In a few seconds you were out like a light.
Jensen didn’t believe that sleeping it off would do you any good without some kind of medication. As soon as he left you at your trailer he made a run into town to grab you some essentials. Within a few minutes his basket was full of cold medicine, tissues, Gatorade and soup. When he reached the register he tossed a couple gossip magazines into the mix as well.
You hadn’t slept very well or very long for that matter. When you woke up your headache was worse than it was before you fell asleep and your throat hurt so much you could barely swallow. You begrudgingly got out of bed and searched your trailer for any sort of medication that could help and you found nothing. You let out a dejected sigh, wishing you had taken Jensen up on his offer to pick some stuff up for you, and made your way back to your bed.
You tried your hardest to fall back asleep but it wasn’t working. You were tossing and turning for a good ten minutes when you heard a knock at your door. You climbed out of bed and walked over to the door slowly. When you opened it Jensen was standing there holding a bag full of stuff smiling.
“I thought you could use some of this stuff,” he said as you let him into your trailer.
“Ugh, yes, thank you!” you said climbing back into bed, “I could kiss you right now!”
“Ew, no, you’re sick,” he teased as he set to work making you some soup.
“Does that mean you’d kiss me if I wasn’t sick?” you inquired.
You could see his cheeks flush and you knew it wasn’t from the heat coming off of the stove.
“What? No…well, yes…but I didn’t mean–” he stammered.
“Relax, Jay,” you laughed, “I’m just kidding. In all seriousness, though, thank you for doing this for me.”
“Anytime,” he replied with a smile before tossing you a box of cold medicine, “take these, they’ll help.”
Congratulations on 2.5k!!!! Please can I have number 15 with Jensen ? Xx
Thank you!!!! I hope you like it!!!
All of the pranking was getting ridiculous. You were tired of finding your shoes hung from telephone wires and the filling in your oreos switched with toothpaste. It was like a five year old had been let loose on set. You knew it wasn’t a five year old though, it was Jensen.
For some reason you’d been the target of all of his pranks since the first day you walked onto the studio lot. Jared had tried to tell you it was because Jensen had a crush on you but you found that ridiculous. This wasn’t an elementary school playground, you were adults.
That didn’t seem to matter though as you dumped the sand out of your sneakers. That had been the third prank he’d played on you that day and you were sick of it. Normally you tried your best to laugh it off but right now you wanted to rip his head off.
“For fucks sake, what’s your problem, Ackles?!” you shouted at him as he passed you.
“What are you talking about?” he asked as he stopped in front of you.
“All the fucking pranking,” you said, “why do you do it? What did I do to you to make you hate me this much?!”
He honestly looked taken aback by your statement and suddenly you realized Jared was right.
“I don’t hate you,” he replied walking up to you, “and I really didn’t mean to make you feel that way, I’m sorry.”
“You know, if you like me you can just tell me,” you said.
You didn’t miss the look of surprise on his face. You smiled at him and he leaned down to give you a tentative kiss.
“For the record,” he said when he noticed you were smiling back at him, “the sand in your shoes was Misha.”
Congratulations on 2.5 K!!! *insert gif with confetti* You deserve it! Could I get number 42 with Jensen for the drabble thingy, please? X
Thank you!!!!! I hope you like it!
When Jared had asked you to meet his new costar on his new show you were pretty excited. You’d heard a lot about his new best friend and you wanted to size him up for yourself. You pulled into Jared’s driveway and were more than anxious as you parked the car.
You walked up to the front door and opened it, walking into his house just like you’d done a thousand times before. You called out for him and he called back letting you know they were in the kitchen. You navigated the familiar hallways and reached the kitchen quickly.
When you saw who was standing there next to Jared, drinking a beer, you stopped dead in your tracks. You didn’t think you’d ever see him again and especially not here.
“Y/N?” Jensen said looking just as surprised as you did.
“Wait…you two know each other?” Jared asked.
“Yeah, we uh…we dated for a while,” you said clearing your throat.
“Wait a minute he’s that Jay?” Jared said looking between the two of you.
You nodded and Jared’s eyes went wide. He knew almost every detail of the short-lived relationship you’d had with Jensen that ended far too soon when he had to move to Vancouver to film his new TV show. You realized now what TV show that was.
“Well, this is awkward…” Jared said and you couldn’t help but thinking that awkward was an understatement.
Congrats on 2.5K!!! For the drabbles can you do a fluffy dean x reader for #11 please? Thanks! ^v^
Thank you!!!! I hope you like it!
You downed half of your beer as Dean laughed. You weren’t sure how you ended up playing this game with him but you were glad that you were. It was kind of stupid that you were playing just the two of you but you had stopped keeping score a long time ago and now it was just for fun.
“Ok, ok,” Dean said catching his breath, “your turn.”
“Alright, let me think,” you said as you tried to think of something obscure that Dean might have done, “never have I ever….gone hunting naked.”
You realized immediately that you came up with a different one that you wanted the answer to, knowing full well Dean took his job too seriously to do that.
“Wait, just kidding. Don’t answer that,” you said.
You noticed then that he was bringing his beer bottle to his lips but stopped when you told him not to answer.
“Wait, really?” you asked.
He shrugged and finished off his beer in response. You had a feeling that the longer you played this game the more interesting things you were going to be finding out about Dean Winchester. At the moment, though, he was beginning his next turn and you made a mental note to hear the full story of that naked hunt later.
