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Mistakes, Part 3 (The End)

[Read the Prequel] [Read Part 1] [Read Part 2]

Summary: You try to fix your rocky engagement with Dean.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2182

Warning: Angst

A/N: IT’S CHEESY I KNOW AND I’M SORRY AND ADVANCE FOR THE FLUFF I ADDED INTO IT. I COULDN’T DEAL WITH ANGST ANYMORE I’M SORRY I’M WEAK. Oh and I’m starting a general tagging list for every time I post a fic so yea message me here if you wanna be in it :)

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Hey I'm really confused, im trying to read hunters life and it keeps opening another imagine called uncertainty. Do you have a part 4? Sorry if you have already answered this question

Sorry about that! I actually thought I'd fixed it before, so I'm either having really realistic dreams or completely losing my mind, lol. I'll past in the link to Hunter's Life Part for on this ask, and I'll change it on the mobile masterlist when I get home (since I'm on mobile right now)! Sorry again! :)http://thxwinchestxrs.tumblr.com/post/138766675474/hunters-life-part-4-the-end

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Mistakes, Part 3 (The End)

[Read the Prequel] [Read Part 1] [Read Part 2]

Summary: You try to fix your rocky engagement with Dean.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2182

Warning: Angst

A/N: IT’S CHEESY I KNOW AND I’M SORRY AND ADVANCE FOR THE FLUFF I ADDED INTO IT. I COULDN’T DEAL WITH ANGST ANYMORE I’M SORRY I’M WEAK. Oh and I’m starting a general tagging list for every time I post a fic so yea message me here if you wanna be in it :)

Enjoy!

Every day for a week, your phone buzzed endlessly, a photo of Dean flashing up on the front. Every day for a week, the chorus of “Whole Lotta Love” filled your ears. Every day for a week, you stared down at the contact name, surrounded by hearts.

You remembered the day you took that photo, how he had surprised you by renting a boat during a case out by Alexandria Bay, and you snuck pictures of him the whole time.

You remembered when Dean had changed your ringtone, and called you while the two of you were in the same room, just so he could hold your hand while singing along with the lyrics.

You remembered when you had stolen Dean’s phone and put the cheesiest emojis next to your contact name, only to discover a few hours later that he’d done the same.

But every day for a week, you let the phone ring. You let it go to voicemail, and you let Dean leave you messages that you wouldn’t listen to. You knew, deep down, that you should delete the contact photo, and the little red hearts, and the ringtone, but you never did. It was a way for you to hold on, to let your heart deny the inevitable. To keep yourself from crashing and burning.

Then one day, your phone didn’t ring. And it hurt. You knew that you needed to talk to him. You needed some type of closure.

You spent the whole day laying in bed, thinking of a good time to see him, brainstorming what to say and how to say it. It wasn’t until almost ten at night that you managed to drag yourself away from your thoughts.

You grabbed your keys and coat as you opened the door, only to find yourself face to face with Dean. He looked down quickly, clearing his throat before meeting your eyes once again. “I couldn’t bring myself to knock.”

You nodded, giving him a once over. He hadn’t shaved since you’d last seen him, and he had a thin layer of scruff that you’d always secretly loved. His clothes were wrinkled, his boots were untied, and his hair was sticking up at odd angles. “You’re a mess.”

He chuckled quietly before looking you up and down. It wasn’t until then that you realized how bad you must look. You hadn’t showered in the morning, and your hair was pulled into a sloppy bun, and not the kind that looked good. You were wearing too-long pajama pants, and, much to your embarrassment, an old shirt of Dean’s. You’d forgotten it was his when you had grabbed it. You looked back up at Dean, who shrugged. “You’re one to be talking.”

The wind nipped at your ears, and you shivered lightly, taking a step back and silently inviting him in. He walked slowly through the door, observing the room. “It’s not like you to be this messy,” he noted.

“Well, there’s not much space.” You responded, the air between the two of you awkward and stiff. He didn’t say anything, instead choosing to sit down on the carpet. Not knowing what else to do, you joined him. It was silent for a while, neither of you moving. Dean pulled at strands of the carpet. Eventually, it was too much.

“What are we doing, Dean?” Your voice didn’t shake like you expected it to. “I have no idea,” he replied.

“I should’ve known we weren’t okay,” you said, more to yourself than Dean. “You pulled away.”

“I just didn’t want you to get hurt. I’ve seen what this life does to people, and I didn’t want to risk it happening to you. I can’t risk it happening to you.”

“I knew what I was getting into, Dean. I’ve known for a while now. And to me, you were worth it.”

Dean looked up, his green eyes penetrating you. “Worth your chance at a family? Worth your life? If we had gone through with this, and something had happened to you… Y/N, I could never forgive myself.”

It took all of your willpower not to rush over to him, not to envelope him in your arms and tell him it would be okay. Because it wouldn’t be. You took a deep breath before responding. “I know, Dean. That’s how you are, whether it’s me or Sammy or Cas or anyone. That’s what I love about you. But the thing is, you were my chance at a family, and you are my life.” You heard Dean inhale sharply, and you realized what the present tense implied now. “Well, not anymore, I guess.”

Dean scooted forward, until your knees were touching his. “I love you, right? God knows I fucking love you. But this isn’t working, is it? We’re breaking each other’s heart because we’re both too damn selfless.”

“I love you too,” you sighed. “But we obviously can’t figure this out. Maybe we just need to call it quits. For good.”

Dean nodded. “That might just be what’s best.”

You took a deep breath, all of your memories playing back in your mind. When you had met Dean in the bar you’d worked at, and how you’d helped them with their case. When Dean asked you to join them in hunting, and for once, you actually wanted to follow someone. To be with them. You remembered when you finally had the guts to stand up to your jackass of a boss only to be fired, and you’d shut yourself in your room, not able to stop crying. How Dean had laid on the bed next to you and pulled you into his arms, holding you while you cried.

And you remembered the happy moments. The drinking games and the movie marathons. When the two of you bought every kind of candy the local gas station had, and then spent the night eating it and talking. When Dean told you he loved you. How you were happier than you’d ever been before. When you took the pregnancy test, only to find it positive. Knowing you would have a family, but more importantly, that Dean would be able to create a family he’d always wished for.

“But what if I’m wrong?” you blurted out, unable to keep the slightly hysterical twinge out of your voice. “What if I’m ruining everything by ending this?”

Dean opened and closed his mouth several times before finally answering. “Look,” he said, ducking his head and rubbing at the back of his neck. “You’re my best friend. And my family. You’re my whole life, really.”

“Dean–”

“But right now, we’re making each other miserable. We’re fighting a losing battle, and God knows it’ll never end, because that would mean one of us would have to give in. And we’re both too damn stubborn for that.”

“So maybe,” you said after a moment. “It’s that we love each other too much.”

“Maybe,” he agreed.

“It’s a bullshit reason,” you noted. “But it’s not wrong.”

“No, it’s not.”

Silence filled the room again, but it wasn’t awkward. It was full, actually. Cramped with all that was and all that could have been. You couldn’t help yourself as you crawled next to Dean, and he wrapped his arms tight around you. You rested your head on his shoulder, crying silently, never wanting to let him go, but knowing you had to.

“You know,” Dean said quietly. “That other night, in the bar. I couldn’t stop thinking about you, and when that girl came over, I couldn’t stop–”

“It’s okay, Dean,” you choked out. “I know it wasn’t you. I know.” You felt him breathe out a sigh of relief. The two of you sat there in each other’s arms for what felt like hours, until you finally found the courage to speak. “I don’t know if I can do this without you, Dean. I don’t know if I can do anything.”

“You have to. It’s either break up or stay together, and breaking up is what we have to do.”

“But what if there’s a third option?” You stammered.

He pulled away, holding you at arm’s distance. “What are you talking about?”

“Later.”

“Later?”

“Yeah, later. We take a break. We go our own way, and see what happens. It’s the best choice we’ve got, Dean. I can’t let you go, and we’ve got a baby on the way. We obviously can’t be together right now, but I can’t give up on us.” You’re breathing is heavy.

“Later,” Dean repeats, letting the word roll off of his tongue. “That’s our best damn shot, isn’t it?” You nodded, casting him an empty smile, which he returns. “Well, if that’s the case, then I’d better get going.”

The two of you push yourselves off the carpet and walk towards the door, Dean grabbing his jacket before he pulls it open, observing the slight sprinkling of rain. The two of you stand there for a minute, and just as he’s about to turn away, you call out his name. He turns back around and pulls you into a deep kiss, one that is so familiar, but also so far away. His lips feel as if they’re a goodbye, and it feels as if it is, too. You’re only hope is the knowledge that maybe, sometime in the future, the two of you could be together again. He lets you go, giving your arm a tight squeeze before walking out towards his car, climbing in as the engine roared to life. It seems like a slow-motion version of goodbye.

In another kind of story, you know this would be different. If this were a movie, you’d call out for him, hurtling yourself through the pouring rain until you reached the car, desperate to tell him one last thing before he left.

But the truth was, there was nothing more two say. The only thing left to do was to go your separate ways and make new memories and live different lives, hoping that you’d be lucky enough to be brought back to each other.

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FIVE MONTHS LATER

The phone’s harsh ringing woke you up, and you pushed yourself gingerly off the bed to go answer it. You looked down at your stomach, which had become rather prominent, and walked slowly over to the phone, picking it up just in time.

“Hello?” Your voice was hoarse.

“Hi Y/N, we’ve got a delivery down here for you. Do you want to come down and grab it, or should we send it up to your apartment?” The man from the front desk, Jeremy, had always been very kind to you, and offered help whenever he could. He claimed it was because you were pregnant, but you weren’t quite sure. At five months, you could definitely still handle yourself.

“I’ll come down and grab it, thanks,” you replied, slipping on your shoes as you hung up the phone. You went down the elevator, smiling pleasantly at the older lady who was in it with you, before getting out and going to the front desk.

Jeremy smiled at you as you walked up. “It’s from a Dean Winchester,” he said, handing the package out to you. You took it from him with a quiet thanks, looking at the messy handwriting in the corner of the package, your name written in it. You made your way back to the elevator, assessing the package, which seemed rather light, confused as to what it could be.

You hadn’t heard a word from him in five months. And suddenly, there was this package. Sure, you’d talked to Sam, who’d insisted on knowing where your new apartment was so that he could make sure nothing happened to you, but Dean had kept your guys’ promise, and hadn’t spoken to you.

Once you got back to your apartment, you set the box down on the table and went to grab a pair of scissors. Your heart was beating fast, and it took a while for it to slow down. Just the sight of Dean’s name had sent you spinning, and you took a few deep breaths, trying to collect yourself.

You looked down at the box again, opening the scissors and slicing through the tape. You pulled the top of the box open, expecting to see something big, but instead only finding a small drawstring pouch. You pulled it open, curious about it’s contents, and turned it upside down over the palm of your hand.

A flash of silver caught your eye as your engagement ring fell into your hand. Your breath hitched as memories flooded over you, good and bad. You picked up the ring between two finger and observed it, watching it shine in the light. You placed it back in your palm and picked up the rolled sheet of paper that had also fallen out of the pouch. You sat there for what felt like forever, and then, when you were finally ready, you unrolled the note.

All it said was: Is it later yet?

And amazingly, it was.

[thxwinchestxrs]

Jared x Reader where they meet at a convention and Jared can tell tell that the reader is special and they start dating and there is lots of fluff.

Thanks so much for the request! Sorry, but I don’t really write stuff with the reader dating the actors. First of all, I’m not the best at it, and secondly, I just can’t really write it well because of the fact that, well, they’re married. But if you want me to point you to another blog, feel free to message me. Thanks again, and sorry!

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3k Celebration: SPN Family

Thank you all so much for 3k! As a way to include all of you in interactions on my blog, I decided to set up my very own SPN Fam :)

**Blacklist: Laur Celebrates 3k**

Rules: 

Must be following this toaster waffle enthusiast

Reblog this post

Send me an ask saying which character/item you want to be and tell me why you followed me (or a request if you have one)

Have to be off of anon

Send two, just in case your first pick is taken

What You Get:

A spot on my SPN family page.

You get to tag any original posts  #waywardlullabiesfam. Writing, edits, selfies, whatever you want

My eternal love.

Characters under the cut; * means they are taken! If you don’t see a character on the list you want to be, just tell me who and I’ll a ya (i have terrible memory so it’s hard to recall all possible characters)

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[starclaire-deactivated20200804]

The righteous man has fallen down (fallen down, fallen down) And now he wears the devil’s crown, Of flame and iron and bone. The brother who he’d once die for, (and has died for, and did die for) He cannot help him anymore, And so he is alone. The angel, even with his grace (That burning blue and saving grace) Even he cannot erase The sin carved into stone. The righteous man has fallen down (fallen down, fallen down)– Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, Eyes turn to charcoal, And blood turns to rust.

Ashes to Ashes

Supernatural Poetry Challenge | @starclaire vs @adoredean vs @spaceboycas

Prompt: Charcoal

Pairing: none

Tags: demon!dean, blood mention

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[supernaturalpoetrychallenge]

Last day to post poems and sign  up for SPC!

Hi everyone and happy Saturday! Today is the last day to post your poems for the July round of Supernatural Poetry Challenge, and also the last day to enter the August round! Click here to sign up for the August round!

We are still waiting on 10 poems. If you have already posted it, let us know so we can reblog it! :) If you require an extension, let us know so we can arrange that.

@whothefuckyoulookingat

@deansacutie

@poetryandoldermen

@unicorn8998

@geekybitchscene

@winchestersbitchblr

@devils-dont-fly-fanfic-cas

@questionablymoral

@staydean

@itscookieoverlordtoyou

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[thxwinchestxrs]

what is yellow, exactly? yellow is the stars, shining in the sky. or the bright rays of sunlight. yellow is the flowers that blossomed at his feet and the birds that flew day and night. but yellow, he thought, was so much more. yellow was the warmth that spread through his veins when he saw his angel’s smile. and yellow was the happiness and laughter, that he only felt when his angel was near. yellow was the sun and the stars and the flowers and the birds, but so much more. and every time he looked at his angel, he saw past the deep blue eyes, and looked deep down inside. to his essence his core his soul and it was all yellow.

supernatural poetry challenge | thxwinchesxtrs vs @supermoonpanda vs @emorull prompt: yellow pairing: destiel tags: none

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“Show me a hero and I’ll write you a tragedy.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald

[thxwinchestxrs]

Cool Asks for Fic Writers

1. Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing

2. Is there any specific ritual you go through while/before/after your writing?

3. What is your absolute favorite kind of fic to write?

4. Are there any other fic writers you admire? If so, who and why?

5. How many words can you write if you sit down and concentrate intensely for an hour?

6. First fic/pairing you wrote for? (If no pairing, describe the plot)

7. Inspiration, time, or motivation. Choose two.

8. Why do you choose to write?

9. Do you ever have plans to write anything other than fic?

10. What inspires you the most?

11. Weirdest thing you’ve ever written/thought about writing/etc.?

12. A fic you wish you had written better, and why?

13. Favorite fic from another author?

14. Your favorite side pairings to put in?

15. Your guilty writing pleasure?

16. Do you have structured ideas of how your story is supposed to go, or make it up as you write?

17. Would yo describe yourself as a fast writer?

18. How old were you when you started writing?

19. Why did you start writing?

20. 4 sentences from your work that you’re proud of

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“Alrighty, boys, I’ve got a favor to ask,” you singsonged as you walked into the living room before plopping yourself down on the couch next to Sam. The two of them groaned, and you shot them both a dark look. “I found a case.”

“Elaborate,” Sam replied, eyes still fixed on the television.

“There’s something weird going on down at a photography place in Wichita. Every time a couple goes in for pictures, one of them is dead within the week.” As you were talking, Dean had shut off the movie, and they were now both giving you their full attention. “Anyway, I need one of you to pretend to be my boyfriend so we can investigate.”

“Why can’t all three of us just come?” Sam asked.

“How exactly would we explain that? ‘Hi, I’m Dean, and this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Oh yeah, and this is my brother Sammy. He wanted to tag along in our couples photo shoot, you know, just for fun.’” Dean took a swig of his beer.

“Oh, so you’re the boyfriend?” Sam responded.

“Obviously.” Dean rolled his eyes.

“Obviously?” Sam snorted, before sarcastically continuing, “What, do you think Y/N likes your natural musk?”

“Better than yours, Old Spice,” Dean replied with a shrug.

Sam ignored his retort. “Oh well. I’m smarter than you are.”

“I’m funnier.”

“Oh, yeah, like that’s going to help you in a life or death situation.”

“So what if it doesn’t? I’m stronger.” Dean said smugly.

“Sure you are,” Sam replied sarcastically.

“Oh, so you really think you’re stronger than I am?”

“No, I don’t think I’m stronger. I know I am.”

Dean pushed himself off the couch, patting Sam on the shoulder. “Keep on dreaming, sweetheart.” He placed his empty beer bottle on the table before walking up to you. “So, I’m picking you up at 8?” He asked with a mischievous grin.

You laughed, blushing in spite of yourself. “I already booked a photoshoot for 5 tomorrow evening.”

“Alright.” He gave you a once over, then grinned. “We’re getting food after, so wear something low cut. You know what dinner dates tend to lead to.” His voice was husky, and he winked at you before walking towards the doorway. Just as he was about the leave, he spun on his heel.

“Oh, and Sammy?”

“What?” His younger brother responded, disgruntled.

“Everyone likes my natural musk.” He flashed a wide smile before walking away, leaving both you and Sam lost for words.

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1 Week Left!

Hey, so there’s just one week left for you to post your poetry! We are still waiting for 16 poems :) If you have already posted, let us know so we can reblog it. If you require an extension, let us know so we can arrange one.

@whothefuckyoulookingat

@thxwinchestxrs

@deansacutie

@poetryandoldermen

@manawhaat

@seducing-winchesters

@warmthcas

@unicorn8998

@geekybitchscene

@winchestersbitchblr

@crazyandbrighteyed

@devils-dont-fly-cas-coziam-dead

@questionablymoral

@zeppellindean

@itscookieoverlordtoyou 

@poemwriter98

Happy Writing! We look forward to reading your entries!

[thxwinchestxrs]

Will there be a part 3 for mistakes?! I'm in love with the story😍😍😍 BTW i 💜 ur blog

Aw I’ve gotten so many sweet messages about Mistakes! There will definitely be a third part, I pinky promise! I love you all!

[phoenixyfriend]

Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

[hugealienpie]

I will always reblog this. ‘Cause I think y'all know it already, but sometimes the reminder’s nice.

[deanwritings]

Of course!! I love talking to y’all!!

[imaginingwiththewinchesters]

Yes do this. If you have an idea for the next part of a series or something like that, tell me and it may get used. plus getting nice comments is always a bonus.

[thxwinchestxrs]

110% okay with this

[thxwinchestxrs]

Interviewer: In real life: Friendship or Brothers??

Jensen: That’s almost impossible to explain. Nine months a year we’re stuck with each other literally twenty four hours a day seven days a week because we’re working on the show. Even doing stuff for ourselves in between isn’t possible. We’re constantly together. And even when we’re not actually working together during that nine months, or the other three months out of the year for that matter, we always find ourselves choosing to hang out and be together.

Jared: We even lived with each other!

Jensen: We did.

Jared: We were in each other’s weddings!

Jensen: We were.

Jared: And when we leave Canada for break we’re combining our family’s to do Christmas together in Texas this year!

Jensen: We will. But what I’m saying is, if you compare our relationship with Dean and Sam’s relationship on the show, there is a huge difference. Jared never drives me up the wall.

Jared: I wouldn’t say never.

Jensen: Not like, you’re actually driving me up the wall. We can talk to each other about and doing anything with each other and I guess that’s pretty unique for two guys our age especially when we never really get into it.

Jared: Yeah. And whenever we’ve fought it’s been for each other! Like, I’ll do or say something and he will to and the other one might not like it but in the end we’re doing it to help or protect them or something and it’s never against him.

Jensen: I think we do have that loyalty and I can honestly say you know, I’d trust my life with this guy and I guess in relevance to Dean for Sam, I would jump in front of a bullet for him any day and never think twice.

Jared: And the best part about Jensen and my relationship is it’s gonna be that way when we’re on the show and not. I mean, unfortunately for him he’s stuck with me for life now and that’s important. But look, brothers and sisters for that matter sometimes fight. Or worse; they can’t get along at all. Between Jensen and me there have never been any issues and I think that’s rather special.

Jensen: We’re best friends, period. He’s my best friend for life. I don’t think it’s that remarkable, but it’s definitely special.

[favoritelatina]

Being a woman is hard af.

No boobs? Damn. Grow some. Boobs? Cover yourself. You’re so vulgar. No ass? Everyone will laugh at you for it. Ass? Well, better cover yourself cause you don’t wanna draw attention to that booty, right? Short? You need to wear those heels. Tall? Damn. You cannot be taller than men. Also, never wear heels. Skinny? Gotta gain weigh cause no one likes bones. Chubby? Eat healthy!!!! Nobody likes fat bitches. You like makeup? Hell no. Taking you swimming on the first date. No makeup? Please, take care of yourself. Don’t be so lazy.

We, women, are constantly shamed for everything so we, as well, might do whatever we want.

[thxwinchestxrs]

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“Alrighty, boys, I’ve got a favor to ask,” you singsonged as you walked into the living room before plopping yourself down on the couch next to Sam. The two of them groaned, and you shot them both a dark look. “I found a case.”

“Elaborate,” Sam replied, eyes still fixed on the television.

“There’s something weird going on down at a photography place in Wichita. Every time a couple goes in for pictures, one of them is dead within the week.” As you were talking, Dean had shut off the movie, and they were now both giving you their full attention. “Anyway, I need one of you to pretend to be my boyfriend so we can investigate.”

“Why can’t all three of us just come?” Sam asked.

“How exactly would we explain that? ‘Hi, I’m Dean, and this is my girlfriend, Y/N. Oh yeah, and this is my brother Sammy. He wanted to tag along in our couples photo shoot, you know, just for fun.’” Dean took a swig of his beer.

“Oh, so you’re the boyfriend?” Sam responded.

“Obviously.” Dean rolled his eyes.

“Obviously?” Sam snorted, before sarcastically continuing, “What, do you think Y/N likes your natural musk?”

“Better than yours, Old Spice,” Dean replied with a shrug.

Sam ignored his retort. “Oh well. I’m smarter than you are.”

“I’m funnier.”

“Oh, yeah, like that’s going to help you in a life or death situation.”

“So what if it doesn’t? I’m stronger.” Dean said smugly.

“Sure you are,” Sam replied sarcastically.

“Oh, so you really think you’re stronger than I am?”

“No, I don’t think I’m stronger. I know I am.”

Dean pushed himself off the couch, patting Sam on the shoulder. “Keep on dreaming, sweetheart.” He placed his empty beer bottle on the table before walking up to you. “So, I’m picking you up at 8?” He asked with a mischievous grin.

You laughed, blushing in spite of yourself. “I already booked a photoshoot for 5 tomorrow evening.”

“Alright.” He gave you a once over, then grinned. “We’re getting food after, so wear something low cut. You know what dinner dates tend to lead to.” His voice was husky, and he winked at you before walking towards the doorway. Just as he was about the leave, he spun on his heel.

“Oh, and Sammy?”

“What?” His younger brother responded, disgruntled.

“Everyone likes my natural musk.” He flashed a wide smile before walking away, leaving both you and Sam lost for words.

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