Warnings : Damaged Baby, Pissed Dean. Doesn’t last, not much to warn for.
Part 1 in Fatherless Son.
You heard a commotion outside on the street, and you ran. Your son was out there with his friends, and you instantly knew he was in trouble. He seemed to be more and more since he started hanging around older kids. When you’re 13, the world is a tough place apparently.
You saw your son, staring down a rather handsome man in a suit. All his friends stood a few feet back, fanned out behind him. You furrowed you brows as you looked from your son, to the man. You saw another man in a suit heading his way. “Dean, calm down, man. He’s just a kid.”
“Like hell calm down, look what he did to my car!”
“Fuck.” you groaned headed down your steps and through the yard to the street. You could hear your son yelling at the man, which only enraged you more. But as you crossed the last few feet, the man, who was called Dean, said something that pissed you right off.
You turned and slapped him right across the face. “What the hell, lady?!”
Your finger went right in his face, “You better watch how you talk to my son. Do you hear me?”
“But…” He motioned to his car. His partner stood wide eyed.
When you heard your son snicker, you turned "And you.“ You slapped him upside his head "What the hell is your problem lately? You think because some older kids hang out with you, you get to be an asshole? I raised you better then that!”
“Mom… your embarrassing me…”
“GOOD! Now get your ass inside. Your grounded, and I’m calling your father to come get you. Your spending the weekend with him. I need a god damn break from this.” You turned to the other kids. “The rest of you get lost, I’m calling your mothers.” They took off running as your son grumbled going into the house.
You dropped to sit on the edge of the sidewalk. Pulling out your phone, you made a call. “Hey. You need to take your son for the weekend. I just need a little break here… Seriously? You’ve bailed every time for the last 2 months.. I don’t give a shit about your girlfriend, I give a shit that my son has his father in his life…” Frustrated you hung up. You sat there rubbing your temple for a minute, before you got up, turned and threw your phone at your house.
When you turned back, both men watched you. “Look, I’ll pay for the damages okay… What ever the hell he did… Just… Bring me the bill.”
Dean watched you with furrowed brows. The other one moved closer. “Sit, take a minute.” You sighed and sat back down on the sidewalk rubbing our hands over your face. “I’m Sam.” He said softly. “My brother Dean, he can over react a bit when it comes to his car. I’m sure it’s not as bad as he made it seem, really.”
You looked up, squinting a bit due to the sun behind him. “Still… I’ll pay, really, I’ll figure it out and make him work it off.”
“Single mom?” Dean finally spoke.
You chuckled. “Didn’t start out that way, but it’s looking like it, yeah.”
Dean looked over at the kid glaring at him from a window. “How about he works it off with me.” You looked up at him, confused. “I’ll teach him to work on cars while I’m in town. Teach him to fix the damage he did. Maybe it’ll give him something to keep him out of trouble a bit.”
“Why-”
He cut you off. “He reminds me a bit of me. This car use to be my dads, he taught me everything I know about cars on this. When I’m not busy, I’ll come and teach him to fix it. It’s obvious the kid needs something. Especially if dad is bailing.. If it’s okay with you, we can even start this evening if you need a break.”
Sam spoke up. “Pizza and beers? You can kick your feet up for an hour..”
You chuckled. “You’re strangers.. Good looking strangers, but… ”
Dean watched you. “Do you really have the money to pay?” You groaned and shook your head. “And won’t it be a better lesson if we make him fix his mistake, rather than mom throw money she doesn’t have at it?” You nodded and sighed. “We’ll be back in an hour then.” Dean smiled.
“What’s your name by the way?” Sam finally asked as he held out a hand to help you up.
“Y/N.” you smiled and took his hand. “Thank you.”
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Warning : Violence - blink and it’s gone. Death- but no one important, don’t worry about it.
A/N : Prompt from here. @writing-prompt-s
You were trying to google some information but getting nowhere. Google wasn’t what it use to be. It got too smart. It now only showed you what you really needed. “Oh my fucking god!” You yelled at your laptop. “I need this! I’ve been trying for two hours, what do I need to do to prove to you that I fucking need this?!”
Frustrated, you slammed your laptop closed. “Fuck this.” You mumbled and curled up in bed.
The next morning, you decided to try one last time. This paper was due this afternoon, and this was the last piece of the puzzle. Opening your laptop, google was still open, only the search results were no longer blank. “What the….” You read it. “Why would I need to know how to hide a body? There’s something wrong with this fucking thing. I swear.”
Sighing, you walked into class. You had spent all morning shut away in the library doing research the old fashioned way. You expected the class to be full, since you had to run across campus, but it was empty. Confused, you made your way to where your teacher sat looking down. “Sir? Uh, there is class today, right?”
As you got closer, he looked up, blood all over his face. He snarled and lunged from his chair, going over the desk at you. On reflex you grabbed a letter opener off his desk and slashed at him, slitting his throat. He dropped and you stood there shaking.
Pulling out your phone, you debated calling 911, but no one would believe you. Not when you described those teeth. So you opened google instead.
There was a knock on your door and when you opened it, two men in suits were standing at your door. “Evening.” The taller of the two smiled.
“I’m Agent Page, this is my Partner, Agent Plant.” The shorter of the two cuts in. “We have some questions about your professor..”
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You were laying on the bed on your stomach as you researched on the laptop for the case. Your ankles were crossed in the air. It was warm, so your usual hunting shirt was on the chair at the table between the brothers, and you were relaxing in just your tank top and jeans. You shifted as you sighed, your hips rising off the bed, back arched. Your skin tight jeans showing off every curve.
Then your laughter rang out. And Dean winked at you as he always did when you laughed at one of his lame jokes. Sam groaned. It was killing him that you were in love with Dean.
“Come on, Sammy. My jokes aren’t that bad.”
He gave his brother a half smile before looking back down at his laptop. What the hell was he going to do.
“Hey, I think I found something.” You got up and joined them at the table, putting your laptop in front of Dean. You sat angled away from Sam, your knees brushing against Deans.
Your perfume filled Sam’s nose. It was soft and fruity. A delicate smell for a hunter. He saw you chewing your bottom lip. Something you did often if you were watching Dean, but Dean wasn’t looking at you. As soon as Dean looked up, you’d stop and smile. Sam watched you lick your lips while Dean talked. He watched as you leaned more into Dean, to get him to look down your top. Watched as you shifted in your seat, so your knees would brush his again. And watched as you laughed at another lame joke.
Sam sighed and pushed his chair back.
“What’s up Sammy?” Dean looked up at his brother. Could Dean really not see it?
“Going out.” Sam didn’t look at either of you as he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door.
“Grab us beers?”
Sam didn’t answer his brother, he just walked out. He took a deep breath once outside. He needed to get your smell out of his nose. Get your laugh out of his head. He sighed and started walking to the store.
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Request : @spn-and-daddy-issues : Hey there! Trying to think of something funny for you to write and this is what I came up with: Rowena curses Crowley with a piggy tail, just like Hagrid does to Dudley in HP. Crowley has to go to the boys to ask for help finding a spell to fix it.
Crowley was sitting on his throne, listening to demons drone on and on about soul collection. Oh to be king, he sighed. Everyone assumed it was all fun and games, but it was this, day in and day out. Sitting in this god forsaken chair, and listening to these monotone voices bore him to death. He was sure if he hadn’t of already been dead for over 300 years, these guys would do it.
Suddenly, he felt discomfort. A new one. Shifting to sit more on his left, he leaned his head on his hand, and let his eyes close for a moment with a sigh.
Furrowing his brow, he shifted the other way. Sure the chair was uncomfortable, but this was different. Snapping his fingers, there was now a cushion under him.
“Sir?”
“Just bloody hurry it up.” He growled. “Before I kill you.”
“Yes Sir.. as you can see..”
Crowley rolled his eyes and tuned him out again. Even with the cushion, he couldn’t get comfortable. He reached a hand down, and his eyes went wide. “Get out!” He yelled. “The bloody lot of you, out now!”
As the demons hurried out, Rowena stood grinning in the doorway. “Why hello there, my wee little sausage.”
“What the bloody hell did you do?” He growled at her.
“Whatever do you mean, Fergus?”
“I know this was you, mother.” He bared his teeth. “Undo it. Now!”
She shrugged, and let out a small sound. “That’s no way to speak to your mother, Piglet.” She smirked as she walked out.
“What do you want, Crowley, why are we meeting you here?” Dean sounded annoyed.
“You think I enjoy calling you for help? You! Do I look bloody pleased to be here?!” Crowley was fuming.
“Just tell us what you need, Crowley.” Sam sighed.
“Your library. You have as much information on spells as anyone ever has, right?” Sam nodded. “I need something undone, something my… Mother… did.”
Dean smirked. “What’d she do that has your panties in a twist?”
Crowley groaned. “You better not bloody laugh. I’m not pleased at the moment.”
“No promises.” Dean told him. “Get on with it, or we walk away and you deal with, whatever, on your own.”
Baring his teeth again for a moment, Crowley eventually sighed and turned. Sam and Dean both burst out laughing at the curly pigs tail sticking out from his pants.
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Request: Could you make an imagine where the reader, Dean(couple) and Sam get kidnapped by a demon and he making dean furious by touching the reader, while she cries? If you don't it isn't any problem. Love you beautiful !😊😉😚
Warnings: Swearing, kidnapping, being tied up, slight torture (I didn't really go into detail)
Word Count: 421
Summary: The reader gets kidnapped by demons and is held for questioning. She refuses to give anything up and gets sassy with the demon.
A/N: Hey! So, I went a little off request here, I hope that’s okay! Only the reader gets kidnapped, and Dean shows up later.
It was all a trap. You were outnumbered and they all came at you at once. The last thing you remember was Dean calling out for you, then everything went black. Now you were in a dimly lit room in what you assumed to be an old factory or something. Your head was throbbing and you felt faint. Your hands were chained above your head to the ceiling.
"Oh, look who's finally awake." You heard a voice behind you.
"Why do you guys feel the need to kidnap me? How about a "hello" sometime? That would be nice." You chuckled.
"Alright, cut the shit. I need to know where you're keeping the demon tablet."
"Loving the chains by the way. Kinky." You winked at the demon, seeing him become impatient with you.
"I'll only ask nicely one more time. Where’s the damn tablet?" He snapped at you.
"Hey, that wasn't very nice of you." You taunted him again.
"Enough!" You felt his fist connect with your cheek, causing an awful sound. "Where is it!?" He screamed.
"You sound like a spoiled brat that cant get his way, hitting and screaming like that. It's pretty funny actually." You laughed, trying to ignore the growing pain in your face. Another punch landed on your jaw. Another by your eye, then another and another, until you lost consciousness.
"Where is she you son of a bitch? Wheres Y/N?" You heard a familiar voice booming in another room not too far away.
"Dean." Your voice was weak and strained as you realised how much pain you were actually in.
"Y/N? Where the hell are you? Say something!" You could tell by his voice that he was growing more and more frantic.
"Dean! I'm in here! Dean!" You called out, giving it everything you had. You heard his heavy footsteps running to find you. The door screeched open and Dean ran in.
"Y/N? Oh, baby, are you okay? you look awful." He touched your face as gently as he possibly could.
"Wow, thanks. My knight, clad in his dusty leather jacket, has come, not to save me, but to tell me I look bad." You sassed, earning a chuckle from Dean as he set your hands free.
"Still smart ass as ever, huh? I guess he didn't hurt you too bad then. C'mon, lets go home. " he picked you up bridal style and headed for the impala.
DeanxReader Warnings: swearing like once or twice. Word count: 410 Summary: While helping Dean work on the impala, the reader decides to have a little fun and runs off with one of his tools. Fluffy cute ending. Reader gender not specified. A/N: Look! I told ya I'd get back into it soon! I actually have another (more smutty) version of this I'm working on that I might post later, I don't know yet. Let me know if you'd like to see that. I've got a few stories I'd actually like to post second versions to, so yeah, let me know! Requests are open so leave one for me sometime and I'll try my best to write what you asked for! It was a really nice day out, a few clouds in the sky and a gentle breeze blowing. You were helping Dean work on the impala, he was under the car replacing the water pump while you changed the oil from the top. "Hey baby, can you hand me that wrench over there please?" He asked you, his arm poking out from under the car, pointing to the tool that lay on the ground. "I can, but I probably won't if I'm being honest." You looked at him through a gap in the car. "Y/N, seriously just give me the damn wrench." His voice got especially low as he got annoyed with you. "Come over here and make me." You picked up the wrench and took off running into the woods. "Damn it, Y/N!" You looked back to see him getting to his feet already and chasing after you. Slipping the wrench into your back pocket, you ran as fast as you could through the trees, knowing Dean was hot on your trail even though you couldn't see him anymore. You slowed down for a moment to listen for him, something he'd taught you to do while hunting. You closed your eyes to, in a way, get a clearer view of your surroundings. A leaf crunched to your left, you immediately looked to find Dean frozen in place and took off again. You only got a few feet before you were tackled to the ground. You both landed with a thud in a fit of laughter. "Ow! Get off of me!" You gasped between giggles. "Give me the wrench!" He poked a finger into your side, which caused you to squeal. A look of realisation crossed Deans face followed by a mischievous smirk. "Dean. Stop." You pleaded. "I could, but I probably won't." He mocked and poked your side once more, earning another squeak from you. "Dean!" You screamed as he started tickling you nonstop. You kicked and screamed, but it was no use as he was sitting on top of you, he just laughed and continued on for a little while longer. "Are you gonna run off with my things again?" He asked when he finally stopped, giving you a chance to breathe. "Probably." You smirked. He rolled his eyes and kissed your nose. "I love you." He smiled. "I love you too." You grabbed his face and pulled him back down to you, kissing him softly.
Request: hi i really liked your fic were the reader cut her hair, i actually have short hair with my sides shaved so it was awesome! especially since most ones i read the reader has long hair and its hard to imagine myself with long hair, anyways your awesome! i wanted to know if you could write one were you have sort cute hair and go to like a bar and some girl is flirting with the boys and is making fun of you and you like headbut her and its super kick ass!
Warnings: A fight takes place, but i didn’t really go into detail about it. A little swearing.
Word count: 648
Summary: The reader runs into Dean at a bar after not seeing him for a few years. Dean leaves the girl he was there with to catch up with the reader, resulting in a fight. Reader gender not specified.
A/N: Hey hey hey! Oh man, this one took a while, BUT I CAN EXPLAIN! I’ve been going through a lot for these last few weeks and I just couldn’t focus on writing at all. But I’m trying to get back into things here, so you can expect some more posts in the near future!! This one isn’t my best work at all, and I’ll probably post a redo later, but I hope you enjoy what I have up now! Requests are open and I look forward to seeing your ideas!
“Y/N? Holy shit, is that you?” You heard a familiar, gruff voice call behind you.
“Dean?” You turned toward the voice, but before you even made it all the way around you were pulled into a huge hug. The scent of leather, gunpowder, and cheap cologne filled your senses and you felt at home. You hadn’t noticed him when you entered the bar, but that could be because he was being straddled by some girl he probably just met that night. Glancing over at her you could tell she was pissed that he pushed her away to get to you, she was glaring at you so intensely you thought she might explode.
“God, I haven’t seen you in years, not since-” he trailed off and stared at you for a moment. You hadn’t seen each other since John died. You wanted to be there for him and Sam, but he pushed you away. You tried to stay and just ignore how rude Dean was being, until he flat out told you he didn’t want you around anymore. That started a huge fight between you two which resulted in you leaving four years ago.
“Anyway, how’ve you been? I see you cut all your hair off.” He smiled and ruffled your hair. You’d cut it off after you’d left all those years ago. You made new aliases and figured a new look couldn’t hurt either, it made you harder to find.
“I’m alright, Dean. How are you and Sammy doing?” You smacked his hand away.
“We’re doin-” he was cut off by the girl he’d been with moments ago calling him.
“Dean! Are you just gonna forget about me now?” She whined.
“Who’s that?” You chuckle as you look over at her again. She was staring daggers at you, her face turning slightly red.
“Just some girl, I don’t know her name.” He told you before turning to face her.
“Classy, Dean.” You mumbled.
“Yeah, I changed my mind, sweetheart, we aren’t going anywhere.” He said and turned back to you. You assumed he meant back to whatever motel he was staying at and that thought made you cringe. She gave a shocked look followed by some choice words and her angriest glare at you.
“Want to grab a few drinks with me, Y/N?”
“Sure, if you’re buying.” You laughed and walked toward the bar. Dean rolled his eyes and followed.
You were a few feet away from the bar when you felt a hand grab your arm and spin you around.
“You think you can just walk in here and steal my date?! He’s mine and you’re in for a surprise if you think I’ll just let you take him!” The girl screamed.
“Listen, sweetheart, I didn’t steal anyone, okay? He did that on his own, it’s not like I told him to. Now take your damn hands off me.” You went to keep walking, and the next few moments went by in a blur.
The girl swung at you, but you dodged and punched her in the jaw. She lunged forward again only to be met with you headbutting her in the nose. She fell to the ground, unconscious. You picked her up and leaned her against the bar.
“She’s gonna need a strong drink and some ice when she wakes up.” You told the bartender, but he just stared at you in shock. You put a $20 on the bar for her and turned to Dean who was staring at you the same way.
“What? She swung at me first.” You said in defense which only made him burst out laughing.
“You wanna go grab a bite to eat instead?” He put his arm around you.
“Sure! I could use a burger after that. I saw a diner not to far back.” You motioned with your hands as you both headed for the door.
I am so sorry I haven't been posting lately, I really am. I've been going through a lot lately and it's been kinda hard to focus on writing. Thank you for understanding, I love you guys!!
