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One where Winchester sister!Reader (any age) needs to under cover at a party to go kill vampires and in the middle of trying to kill them she does a something that blows up the vampires so she’s covered in blood like dripping and goes back to the bunker fully drenched in blood and she’s traumatised because she can’t figure out what made them explode?:)

Oo, this is kinda gory. I love gory things. I’m gonna write it like when the vamps explode if that’s okay with you

Bloody Hell - Winchester Brothers x Winchester!F!Reader Age: 30

Blood and guts explode everywhere from a small group of vamps. You were standing right in front of them, their blood and guts completely covering your body, making you kinda look like Carrie.

The people scream as they all push and shove each other out of the way to exit the house.

You’re the last person out with an emotionless expression.

Sitting down on the pavement, you take out your phone to find Dean’s contact. It picks up after the first few rings. “I’m ready to be picked up, Bean, and make sure you bring towels.” You say softly.

“Okay, baby sis, we’re a few minutes out.”

Ending the call, you dump your phone onto the grass next to you.

As said, a few minutes pass to have Baby pull over next to you and stop.

Immediately, both the driver’s and passenger’s door open to have your brothers’ drop to their knees next to you, asking if you’re okay.

Standing up and opening the back door, you cover your seat with the towels to sit on top of them.

Dean and Sam give each other worried looks before going back to their seats. “I’m fine,” you said softly.

Driving back on the road and to the bunker, they try to get you to talk, but fails.

“Dean, I think she’s in shock or she’s traumatized.” Sam states out.

Once at the bunker, you’re the first one out and walking quickly to your room, Sam and Dean hot on your tail.

You slam your door right in front of them, both trying to talk to you coming out, Dean’s hands on the locked door knobs and Sam banging his hands on the door.

They step back as they see your door opening slowly to take in the view of your bloodied body.

“I-I want help.” You say with a small, embarrassed voice. Your brothers nod, taking you back into your room and into the connected bathroom.

Sam starts to fill the tub with the right amount of warm-hot water as Dean gets out some comfy clothes for you.

Once the tub is filled, Dean peels the bloodied clothes off your sticking body, him and Sam not really caring to seeing you naked as I guess they had their fair share of sight-seeing.

Sitting yourself in the nice water, it starts to stain itself a pinky-red before it starts to get darker.

Dean sits against the small ledge behind you with his feet in the water, washing the blood that has poured itself down your back as Sam sits on the edge of the tub, his feet in the water too, himself washing your hair.

Once you’re all clean and the water is stained red, you get out of the tub and into a towel.

Dean tries you off, ruffling up your hair and leaving it all over the place after the towel is dumped onto the sink. Him and Sam help you into your clothes, yourself mumbling, “I don’t know what happened. I was about to attack them, but they just,” you paused, “exploded.”

“You’re fine, though. You’re safe.” Dean kisses your forehead. “And we’re happy that you are,” Sam adds, kissing the top of your head.

“Let’s get you to bed, trouble.”

Hi? First of all i hope you're fine and second could you write one where before Sam went tô college he had a boyfriend, that he never said anything before he left, so he is waiting for some news about Sam ( who just left him and is now dating Jess), and Dean, who is readers bestfriend, starts mensaging him to cheer him up, and in the end he discovers about Jess and what Dean is doing. I hope this make sense to you

Hi! First of all, I am alright, thank you, hope you are too. Second, I can write this for you. It does make sense and I hope you don’t mind that I’m gonna have Dean and the reader (you) get together :p (and is what you meant to)

College Girlfriend

Sam has been gone for the last few days. He had packed a bag and left without saying anything.

“I don’t know where he went, Dean!”

“He’s your boyfriend.”

“He’s your brother. Just,” you sigh and rub your forehead, “have you heard from him or seen him?”

“No, sorry. I’ll try and give him another call and see what’s up with him.”

Thanking him and saying goodbye, the call ends.

You plop onto the couch, thinking of where Sam could be.

Message from Dorka

Opening the message, it’s a video of him. Playing it, he has his lips out in a big pout, cheeks puffed out and blows out a raspberry.

You smile at it, and replying with, You dork

Your dork tho :p

That you are, Winchester

After a few hours of texting each other and taking your mind off Sam during that time, you thought of the piece of paper he hid from you a few days ago.

Standing to your feet, you go to the kitchen to rummage through the trash to pull out a piece of paper with a few stains on it.

Stanford University

Grabbing your keys, you lock up the house and to your car.

On your way to the university, you call Dean, “He’s at Stanford,” was the first thing he heard as soon as he picked up.

As soon as you arrived at the university, you go to the front desk and ask for Sam Winchester.

The woman at the desk tells you where to go. You thank her before leaving and going through the directions you were told, guessing on where you’re going.

Hopefully at the right apartment, you knock at the door. It opens to show a blonde woman. “Hello, can I help you?”

“Uh, does a Sam live here?”

She nods and tells you to wait a moment to go and get him.

When the two come back, Sam doesn’t see you yet and gives the woman a kiss on the lips. She walks off to have Sam take a few steps whilst looking at the ground.

As he perks his head up to see you, he stops. “(Y-Y/N).”

You shake your head with a scoff escaping. You throw the stained application towards his way. “Congrats on getting in. And getting yourself someone better, I guess. Well, better in your world.”

He calls your name out as you walk away, your heart breaking.

Almost to your car, you see Dean is leaning against it and Baby is parked behind your car.

His arms are open, you immediately going into his warmth. “He’s an ass.” You mumble, Dean humming in agreement.

He cups your cheeks into his hands, bringing your face halfway to meet his for a kiss.

You grab his collar to bring him closer, his hands gripping your hips. He sneakily has one of his hands go to rest on your ass.

You separate from the kiss to lean your forehead against his. “Wanted to do that for a little while now.” He says.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“The kiss or touching my ass?” You lean back a bit more to look at his face.

“Both.”

Big Baby Booty - Dad!Dean x M!Toddler!Winchester!Reader

Inspired by myself telling my nephew he has a big baby booty....

Summary: You think it’s funny when you put your nappy-covered butt in Dean’s face Age: 2

Dean wakes up to something pressing against his face. He raises his hands to feel your small body.

“(Y/N).”

Small giggles escape from you as Dean sits up and settles you on his thighs, his back against the headboard of his bed.

You stand up on his thighs and bend over, your hands in between the space of his legs. Giggles fill the room.

“What are you doing, baby?” Dean asks, picking you up to be face-to-face with him, yourself being upside down.

“He doing the butt-face thing?”

Dean looks up to see Sam leaning against the door frame of his room.

Setting you up right and standing you in the space of his legs, “Woke up to it.”

You waddle towards your uncle to let him pick you up and onto his shoulders. “It is pretty funny.”

“Yeah, to the both of you.”

Sam sees you waddle into the library with a banana smashed in one of your chubby hands.

He looks at his sleeping brother slumped on the table. 

An idea pops into his head.

He stands up to take you into his hands and places you on the table near your father.

Sam sits back down in his seat and motions for you to turn around.

You do and lean against your hands, your butt towards Dean.

“Da!”

He jolts up to have his face touch your nappy. He leans back in his seat, groaning as you and Sam laugh.

“Sam!”

“What did I do?”

“You convinced my son to put his big baby booty in my face.”

“I just placed him in front of you and he did that on his own.”

Looking at you still in the position, your butt still in the air, “You love putting your big baby booty in my face.” He grabs you and settles you in his lap.

You start to munch on the banana as him and Sam go back to researching.

Finishing on your snack, Dean cleans the remains off your hand to have you put your hands on the table and lean forward as if you’re reading the book in front of the both of you.

Dean gives Sam a deadpan look over your small body.

Sam chuckles at the sight in front of him.

“He gets his booty from you.”

Hey! I had a idea that the reader is Sam and Deans little sister (13 or 14) and she gets spelled or something to make her go crazy like see stuff talk to walls stuff like that and she ends up in a mental hospital and breaks out and the boys and maybe Cas find her while they’re on a hunt and realise how badly messed up she is please ?♥️

Hey! This kinda sounds like me as I’d sometimes talk to myself :p

Talking Like I’m Crazy

Dean carries your sleeping form into the bunker, Cas and Sam trailing behind him.

Reaching your room, across from Dean’s, he opens the door and settles you underneath the covers.

Sam and Cas are standing outside your room, watching Dean slowly and silently close the door.

“I-I don’t think there’s anything we can do. We already killed the witch and (Y/N) is still the way she is.” Sam says softly.

The three walk off into the library and try to figure out how to get you back to normal. 

A few minutes pass to have the three hear your voice out in the halls. They get out of their seats to follow your voice.

They stop in the hall you’re in to see that you’re talking to the wall, making the angel and your brothers think that you’re having a full conversation as if someone’s there.

“You okay, kid?” Dean asks, cutting you off mid-sentence. You nod, “Yeah, I’m good.”

You walk past them to get to the kitchen, continuing on with your conversation.

A few hours pass to have you and Cas sitting on a bus bench.

A small bus pulls up, the door opening and small chatters in between the other people in the vehicle

“You sure this is going to help?” You ask the angel.

“I hope so.” With a hug goodbye, you walk onto the bus with the door closing behind you.

You settle in the back seat with your bag, tears stinging your eyes. You look to the free spot next to you as if someone said your name and asked if you’re okay.

“I’m alright. I hope this helps, too.”

Some of the people and the driver takes a quick glance at you, thinking you were talking to one of them.

With everyone asleep and the lights out, you have your bag packed after staying at the mental hospital for two nights.

You take a glance to the sides of the hallway to make sure no one was out.

Sneaking quietly past the sleeping guard, you manage to get away.

Later into the night, you’re still walking on the side of the road, following the treeline.

Your shadow appears, giving you a small fright. You chuckle at yourself. 

The car that made your shadow appear stops with the doors opening.

Two taller bodies stop in front of you, their figures being similar. 

“(Y/N), what are you doing out here?” Sam asks.

Him and Dean look up and down at your body, seeing the hospital pants and shirt you’re wearing.

“I didn’t want to be at that place anymore, I can’t. They tell me when to go bed, when to take my meds! I-I just can’t be there anymore!” Tears sting your eyes.

The two wrap their arms around you, yourself relaxing in their warmth. They give each other worried looks.

Sam picks you up, your arms against in between his and yours chests and your legs loosely hanging by his hips.

He sits where he usually does in Baby, yourself still cradled in his arms. Dean puts your bag in the back seat before sitting behind the wheel to continue driving.

When Sam feels your body completely relax and your breathing has evened out, he softly says, “I’ve done more research. She’s stuc-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, Sammy, just don’t.” 

Dean looks at you, taking in the view of your sleeping face towards his way, half of your face pressed against Sam’s chest. 

It reminds him of when you were a baby. It was the only way to put you to sleep, when you had a nightmare, or when you or them just wanted cuddles.

The nightmares and cuddles thing still happens.

Putting his eyes back on the road, in the corner of his eyes, he sees Sam lean his head against yours. Dean releases his hand to curl his pinky with yours.

“Even though she’s gonna be like that for a while, we’re gonna help her along the way.”

Hello! Could you please write one where misha and his boyfriend are cuddling and misha is playing with his hair while telling him stories of his life. All I need is this man to hold and love me 🥺

Hello! I can write this for you :p but idk what to write with the stories of his life, so I’m just gonna some of the pranks J2 did to him sometimes or something. I hope that is alright🥺 and I’m sorry that this is short

Cuddle Time

Misha has one of his hands run through the strands of your hair. Your body is on top of his as the both of you are on the couch, watching some random movie.

Your fluffy blanket is covering your bodies. You bring the end of it to cover your mouth.

“This is getting kinda boring.” You mumble, the blankets muffling the words.

“What do you want to do?”

“Hear that pie prank story.” Shifting your body, it’s pressed against Misha’s side and the back of the couch.

Chuckles go through his body, “There’s a couple.”

“Don’t care,” you nuzzle yourself more into his body.

He starts to start one of the pie stories, along with playing with your hair again.

What about one where Michael ( in Dean or Adam) is like " i hate humans they are disgusting" but when It comes for his s/o he is like * blushing hard * " i love you babyboy/girl, you are royalty to me and you are my prince/princess"

Can I have a partner that does this? Or something similar to it? 🥺

Humans Are Disgusting, But My Partner Isn’t

Michael’s body shudders as if he felt a spider crawled up his leg as he continues to see people walk past him.

He’s leaning against the space between two connected shops as he’s waiting for you. 

You’re currently in a store, trying to find something.

Michael sighs, tired of waiting for you outside. He goes into the store to find you at the other end of it.

“Come on, baby. You’ve been in here for 10 minutes.”

“And I said I was gonna be roughly around 15.” You don’t take your attention off the shelves.

“Roughly, aye?” (I am so fucking sorry, that just popped into my head as I re-read the fic...)

“I’m gonna get my angel blade and I’m gonna make it be rough with you in the stomach.”

Immediately, he quietens down. He then groans whilst wrapping his arms around your body from behind.

“Come on, I love you, baby boy, but I have some things to do and you know that I find these humans disgusting.”

You turn your head to give him a raised eyebrow. His cheeks are tinted pink, going to a darker colour.

“You are the only human I do not find disgusting. You are royalty to me and you are my prince.”

Grabbing the thing you needed, you paid for the object and out of the store you and your angel boyfriend are.

When no one’s looking, he zaps the two of you back to the abandoned building you’re staying at.

As he’s at the table, his back to you, you throw a pen at his head, himself turning to look down at the pen, then at you, who’s resting in the love-seat.

“You’re lucky I love you, angel.”

Hii, so, i Just read your Michael fic and now i need more Michael things, so, could you write one where Michael and cas( the other love of my life) start to have a crush in the same boy, but they don't know How to handle their feelings, and cas gets confuse and michael thinks the reader cursed him, but in some moment they start to compete for the reader attention and get jealous of him with the other angel, you can chouse How It ends. ( And your writing have improved a lot, u r doing amazing)

Hey! Cas is also the love of my life, along with so many other characters from other fandoms, some from Supernatural, too. Thank you for the bracket saying at the end. I guess my writing has improved a bit

Shared Feelings

“I swear to Father, he has cursed me with something as I wasn’t looking.” Michael says to himself, expecting no one else to listen, but his brother, Cas, heard what he said.

“I assure you, brother, (Y/N) has not cursed you with anything. Why would you think that?” Cas puts down the recommended book from you down.

“I am feeling love towards the human.”

“I do, too.”

Michael glares at his brother. He then says, “Are you confused on your feelings for the human?”

A simple nod is his answer.

The moment you walk into the lounge of your apartment, the angels are quiet.

Dumping your body on the couch, you lean your head back against the back rest, your eyes closed. 

The angels are now sitting on both sides of you.

Straightening your head and opening your eyes, you look side to side to the angels having some sort of loving look on their faces.

You turn the TV on to have the news playing before you grip the angels’ jaws in both hands and move their heads towards the TV.

Second pass to have Cas’ hand intertwined with yours.

Michael has noticed, discomfort going through his body.

You notice the feeling going through his body as his body is now basically over the armrest.

Thinking of before you were going to enter the lounge and remembering their conversation about you, you had thought that they wouldn’t like you back.

You grab Michael’s hand to pull him back against your side.

You shift to have your head leaning against his shoulder. “I like the both of you. You don’t need to fight over me or fight for my attention. Just do something and don’t be scared.”

Cas has a soft smile as for Michael, he has a big smile and his cheeks tinted pink. He nuzzles his cheek against your head.

Cas lets go of your hand to rest his head in your lap, yourself beginning to play with his hair. “He cursed you with his love.” Cas mumbles, yourself being confused.

A hit on his head comes along with his brother saying, “Shut up.”

Could you please write one based on the episode " french mistake" where Dean and Sam come to the real life and end up Meeting Jensen and jered's boyfriend( who is really young, like 20/21) and they get nervous because in supernatural world he is a evil angel that tried to kill they a lot of times, but end up loving him cuz the human him is lovely and caring and they even use the situation to get some cuddles and kisses? Thank you very much♥️

Yeah, I can write this ♥️

French Mistake

The brothers come crashing through the window, the crew watch them. They stand up and look back at the crew in confusion. 

“Alright, everybody, that’s a wrap.” Robert yells out before turning to the brothers. “Go get cleaned up, then go home to your boy.”

Sam and Dean both become more confused. 

Two people come along, guiding Sam and Dean to some chairs in front of mirrors.

A woman comes at Dean with a makeup pad, trying to rub it against his face, but fails as he moves away. “Woah, what are you doing?”

Two fingers swipe across his cheek, making him look at his brother with some makeup on his fingers.

Dean looks at his reflection, bringing his hand up to his opposite cheek. “Oh my God. I’m a painted whore.”

The two get cleaned before they walk outside to see Misha.

“Hey, Cas, do you know what’s going on?” Dean asks.

Misha questions back of what Dean means as he goes through some pieces of paper.

Dean snatches the papers out of the man’s hands to go through it. “It’s words of a script.” He takes a closer look. “Misha?” 

The brothers walk off to a car as someone had called out their ‘names’. “Misha? Jensen? What kinda of names are those?”

After being dropped off at their ‘home’, Sam opens the door to hear the TV going in the lounge.

Following the sound, they see (h/c) hair from the back rest of the couch.

Your Saint Bernard perks his head up to see who came in. Your head does the same.

A smile forms on your face.

Getting up from the couch, Sam and Dean take a step back, seeing that you’re the angel that tried to kill them several times.

“What?” They let you walk towards them to give them a peck on their lips.

“Uh, nothing.” Sam manages to get out.

You start to talk about the little adventures you and the dog had during the day as you cook them some food.

The brothers try to keep up with what you’re saying, but Sam is playing with Tony’s fur, for Dean, he’s just watching you move around with the smell of the food you’re cooking is hitting him in the face.

After minutes pass, the three of you are seated in the lounge, and Tony seated in between your legs, sniffing at your food. 

“Tony, you had your food.” You move your upper body forward to nudge your nose against his.

“Dude, I think I’m in love.” Dean says quietly to Sam.

“Yeah, with the food.”

“Nah.” Dean speaks out with his mouth full. He swallows before saying, “Well, yeah. But, he’s not the evil angel he is. I mean, we don’t even own a dog. And what was up with the whole set up thing back there? Plus, I’m a painted whore.”

“In general, you are a whore.”

Sam whines as he gets a punch to the shoulder.

“Jens, why’d you hit him?”

“He’s being a pain.”

You chuckle as you stand up, grabbing their plates and going to the kitchen to put them on the counter. You dish up bowls of pie and ice cream.

Coming back with the bowls, Dean immediately has a smile on his face, taking the bowl happily as Sam thanks you. 

“Hmmm.” Dean moans, mumbling away of how good the pie is. “Always loving the homemade pie as usual.”

“You made this?” Crumbs fall out of his mouth as he points the spoon to the food.

“Never let you watch me make it ‘cause I know that you’d try and steal a piece before Jared and I get any.”

Finishing up with the dessert and the dishes next to the plates from dinner, you’re seated in between the brothers to give them cuddles.

Sam has one of his hands buried in Tony’s fur as his other is intertwined with yours.

Minutes pass of watching what was on the TV and your head on Dean’s shoulder, you had fallen asleep.

“Totally not a evil angel.”

I don't know why, but to me if Dean had a boyfriend, even If they are married, he would uses dude and buddy instant of pet names. Could you write one based on this?

Yeah, I can write one based on this and I’m sorry that this took too long. 

Why These Nicknames?

“Okay, come on! Let’s go!” You yell from the garage, duffel bag in the boot of Baby. “Why does your brother have to take forever? Usually he’s the one telling us to hurry up.”

Your brother-in-law leans his body against the door frame. “I believe he is putting on his clothes.” 

“Great. Dean, move that nice ass of yours!”

On que, your husband walks into the war room with his duffel in hand. “Calm down, dude. And you think I have a nice ass?” he grins.

“You have a hot ass, but it has to go into the seat behind the wheel and drive us to that hotel.”

“I get that it’s our 7th anniversary, but we have time to get there.” He dumps his bag next to yours before shutting the boot.

Footsteps come behind Sam, the three of you having your attention on your four-year-old daughter and golden retriever come into the garage.

“Hey, peanut,” you pick Jo up and rest her on your hip. “Hi, da. Can I come with you and daddy?”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but it’s daddy’s and da’s alone time,” Dean rests his hand at the back of her head. 

Groaning, she rests her head against your shoulder, face mushed against your neck.

“We gotta go now, Jo, but we’ll be back in a few days.”

Groaning again, she moves her body up a bit before blowing a raspberry against your neck. It makes you smile and chuckle.

“Okay, honey, we really gotta go, otherwise da won’t ever leave with daddy.”

“I don’t want da to leave, that’s why I’m doing it.”

Letting Dean take your daughter out of your hands, you say your goodbyes as she gets handed to Sam and you and Dean go into Baby and out of the bunker.

“We’re going to stop at a diner or some shit to get some food before we get there.”

“Sure thing, buddy.”

“Why do you give me those nicknames?”

“Which nicknames?”

“‘Dude’ and ‘buddy’.”

“I never call you those things,” his eyebrows furrow in confusion, looking at you before back at the road.

“Like, a minute ago, you called me ‘buddy’ after I said we’re going to stop at a diner.”

Dean says nothing for a few seconds.

“Shut up.”

Hey! Could u write one where sammy's boyfriend is feeling insecure cuz sam's exes are stunning girls and he is just a shy chubby boy🥺? Thank you 🥺

Hey, of course I can write this! And you’re welcome

Sam’s Insecure Boy

Lying in bed, you have the blankets pulled up to your face, covering your nose and mouth. Sam is leaning against the backrest reading a book. The both of you wearing nothing except your underwear.

“You okay, baby?” He rests his free hand on your head as he still has his attention on his book.

“Hm.”

“What’s up?” He starts to play with your hair.

“Nothing.”

Sam sighs and settles his book on his nightstand, remembering his page. He moves his body to have it on his side facing you, his arm adjusting the blanket on his side. “Tell me.”

You move closer to his body, his arm wrapping around your waist to help you. Your face is pressed against his neck.

“Insecure.”

“What?” He smiles, knowing what you said.

Repeating what you said, “What? I still didn’t hear you.”

You move your face back a bit to say it again for the last time.

“Oh, okay. I don’t understand how. I love you just the way you are, honey.” He moves your body onto your back to have his on top of yours.

“Your exes were stunning girls, and I’m just a shy, tubby guy.”

“At least you’re my shy, tubby guy,” he nuzzles his nose against yours. The little comment has your cheeks tinted pink. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you say back before his lips are connected to yours.

Kissing down your body, he blows a raspberry to your stomach, giggles escaping from you.

“Sam, stop!” You push at his head with a smile on your face. Doing so, he rests his head on your stomach, relaxing to the rises to it.

Hi there! Could you possibly write a fic for Dean Winchester x M!Reader? One where the reader has really long hair and Dean is always finding ways/excuses to play with it and tie it up in different styles. Just Dean being low key obsessed with his boyfriend and his long hair, even to the point of telling him he can’t ever cut it short because it’s too pretty. Being a guy with long hair myself I would really love Dean to fawn over me and my hair lmao. 💚

I can kinda imagine Dean doing this  💚

Loving The Long Hair

Feeling a hand run through your hair, you ignore it, knowing Dean is the one running his hand through your strands. “What’s up, Dean?”

“You have something in your hair.”

“That’s gonna take you two minutes to take out? It takes a few seconds to get it out.”

“Sh, leave me alone.” He takes the seat next to you and drags it closer to you before sitting down. He rests his chin upon your shoulder and shuffles his head a bit to have your hair rest upon his head.

With your body pressed against the side of Dean’s, he plays with your hair as you’re scrolling through social media on your phone. “Dean?”

“Mm.” He nuzzles his face against your head, smelling your shampoo. Putting your phone next to you, you roll yourself on top of Dean’s. His hands go to rest on top of your thighs. “I have a feeling you’re in a relationship with me just for my hair, not me.” You play with the rem of his shirt.

His arms extend to have his hands reach for your face. Bending your upper half, you press your lips against his, his hands now rest on your cheeks.

Slowly, they reach into your hair and bury themselves in the strands. He balls your hair in his fists, groaning at the taste of your lips.

Separating from the kiss, he groans in annoyance. You get out of bed and slip on one of his shirts. “Take care of him,” you point at the tent in his sweatpants, “‘cause I gotta start on cooking dinner.”

“(Y/N)!” You hear him yell from your shared room once you’re in the doorway of the kitchen. “No! I’m not helping this time!”

Taking out the things you need, you begin to start cooking the burgers, a vege one for Sam.

Footsteps come in behind you with a pair of hands resting on your hips, immediately knowing it’s your boyfriend. His hands shift under the shirt to touch the skin of your hips. He moves closer to your body, yourself feeling his boner.

“Dean, I told you to take care of him.” In response, he parts your hair with his nose to have it pressed against the back of your neck, your hair covering parts of his face.

“Don’t ever cut your hair short.”

“Wasn’t really planning to, except for trimming it sometimes, baby.”

With a random movie playing on the TV, you’re sitting on the ground in between Dean’s legs as he’s on the couch and brushing your hair. He then parts it in three parts and starts to plait it. 

This has become a routine sometimes or when Dean gets bored. It’s the second option right now.

Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “Please don’t cut your hair short, not like when Sam had his hair back at Stanford,” he mumbles against your head.

His hands go under your armpits to bring your body up and sit in between the gap of his legs on the couch. He smushes his face against the side of your neck. Your hand comes up to bury it in his short strands.

“What? No, no way I’m gonna have my hair that short.”

“Good.” 

Omg you’re such an underrated writer I swear! I just read your Dean x Toddler reader and I died of cuteness. 😭😭😭 Could I request a Sam x M!Toddler reader where the reader is always trying to get hugs and kisses from his dada and Uncle Dean and just overall being a cute little snuggly boy?

Naw, thank you! 🥺 I hope you enjoy this one! 😁

Sam’s Snuggly Boy

Waddling into the lounge room, you see your father, Sam, and uncle, Dean, sitting on the couch with something random playing on the TV.

You grip onto the couch cushion in between them and manage to climb onto it with a bit of help from Sam pushing against your nappy-covered butt.

 You crawl into Sam’s lap, standing to your feet in the small gap of his legs and your small, chubby hands against his chest. Blowing a raspberry and sticking your lips out, Sam and Dean both know the meaning of it. 

Chuckling, Sam presses his lips against yours and blows a raspberry against you. You giggle at the vibration. “Hi, baby.”

“Daddy.” You press your body against his, his arms now under your butt. He shuffles down in his seat to settle your butt on his stomach, your lower back against his arms.

Turning your head, you see your uncle having a small pout on his lips as he’s secretly the one who’s in love with your baby snuggles with him.

Crawling out of your father’s hold, you go towards Dean, who doesn’t see you coming until he feels your small hands against his thigh. Sam sits up properly.

“Unca Bean.” He immediately smiles and brings you into his arms. You press a kiss to his cheek before blowing a raspberry against it, making him chuckle. “Unca Bean wuvs hugs.”

“He loves hugs from you,” he returns the raspberry kiss on your cheek, yourself giggling. He shuffles in his seat to get a little more comfortable to have you press your cheek against his chest and hearing his heartbeat.

You fall asleep from the soothing sound and your body relaxing against his.

“Apparently, you ‘wuv’ hugs.”

“Shut up, so do you.”

Looking After You

Pairing: Sam x Pregnant!Reader

Your phone buzzes on the bedside table as you came out of the bathroom, a towel managing to cover you up. 

We’re on our way. 

Bring some caramel slice. Your daughter is craving it again.

You put your phone down where it was to get changed into one of Sam’s flannels and one of your sweatpants.

Minutes pass to have knocks at the door. “That was quick, don’t you think?” you rest a hand on your stomach, feeling a kick against it. Opening the door, it wasn’t the person you were expecting.

A small amount of powder gets blown into your face. Coughing and waving it away, the thump of the body fills your ears.

“(Y/N),” hands cup your face, the blurriness going away and becoming clear. A hand moves off your face to rest against your stomach. 

“I’m fine,” you rest each hand on top of Sam’s. Your skin had become more pale and your body grew more tired.

“Dean.” Sam looks at his brother worriedly. “Take care of them while I take care of this one.” He pushes the witch forward a bit before closing the door and walking over to the Impala.

Helping you into bed, your back facing the edge of the bed, your stomach towards Sam’s space on the bed, he sits at the end, starting to clean out some of his guns.

An hour or two later, you managed to get some food and drinks into your system in that time period.

With your eyes closed and hand on your stomach, Sam puts down the gun cleaner as a sigh escapes from him. He watches your body breathe steadily.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

Sam lies on his side and towards you. His face being the same level as your belly. “What about her?” He moves his hand under your (his) flannel, he caresses his thumb against your skin.

“She’s fine, Sam.”

With your skin coming back to normal colour, your shirt gets risen up more to rest under your breasts and to feel Sam’s lips against where your infant daughter is resting.

“Dean messaged when you were asleep. He said that he killed the witch and that he’s coming back with some diner food.” He moves his head up a bit to glance up at you, who’s looking back down at him.

“I’m feeling better, Sam. Before, my whole body was in pain and she kept kicking me more, but now, she’s calmed down and my body is easing up.”

Just in time, the door opens to show your brother-in-law with diner food bags and keys in both hands. “How are the ladies doing?” He dumps the things down on the table before moving over to you. Sam gets off the bed and to the food as Dean presses a kiss on top of your head before pressing another to the side of your stomach and to feel a kick against his lips.

“Little lady has become more happy and mama lady is feeling better.”

“Good. Man, I hate witches.” He moves to sit on Sam’s side and rests a hand on your stomach, feeling his niece kicking up a storm. “Seems like she agrees with me.” Kissing your head again, he gets up and starts to eat his food, Sam bringing yours and his over to your shared bed.

Sitting against the backrest, you stop yourself from biting your burger, you ask, “Where’s the caramel slice?”

Sam puts his food down. “I’ll go get it.”

The Winchesters’ Zombie Apocalypse

With a scavenge gone wrong, Dean has to do something he never thought he’d have to do.

Pairings: Dean x F!Reader x Sam Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader (you), Bobby Winchester (child), Garth, Dixon (dog - German Shepherd), Ellen (mentioned), Jo (mentioned), Jack (mentioned) Genre (smut, fluff, angst): Fluff, angst AU: Zombie Apocalypse Words: 2,050

This awesome idea was made by @negans-lucille-tblr  This is my entry for @spnsecretsantaficexchange​ ​  For my Secret Santa person, I have gotten @snapplejaxs​​ I hope you like it

Storming into the cabin, you angrily peel off your bloodied flannel to throw it against the backrest of a seat at the dining table. “Fucking idiots! I told you not to follow me into the store! I fucking had it.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me, Dean. I’m gonna go take a shower, then I’m gonna go out for a walk.” 

Doing as you said, you walk past your husbands and into your shared bedroom to grab a pair of clean clothes and into the bathroom. Your German Shepherd, Dixon, had followed you into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

“I feel like one of us should go with her on her walk, just to keep an eye on her.”

“She has Dixon, Sam.”

Nothing is said, silence filling the air except for the faint noise of the shower.

Footsteps are then made on the porch. Small, fast ones coming towards the door before it swings open to show a little boy. “Hey, Bobby,” greeted Sam as he bent down and picked up the four year old. “Papa.”

“Where’s Daddy?” Bobby points at Dean next to them, making the eldest Winchester smile and bump his nose against their son’s. One of his small, chubby hands rests against Dean’s stubbly cheek.

With the three not noticing, you’re leaning against the door frame and smiling at the scenery, wishing that you could snap a picture of them. “Hey, Garth,” your voice had given the Winchester brothers a fright, their eyes on you before looking at your best friend.

“Hey, guys. Thought I’d drop off a little someone.” He points at your son, who’s reaching out to you. “Thank you, Garth.” You take Bobby into your arms from Sam’s.

“Better get back to Bess and the kids, see you later.”

Saying goodbye to him, you turn back ‘round to your husbands. “I’m gonna go take a walk, wanna come? Obviously we’ll leave Bobby here, see if Ellen and Jo can look after him.” You nuzzle your nose against your son’s cheek before blowing a raspberry against it, making him squeal and flail his arms around, his hands now cupping your face.

“Hi, baby.” He starts to rub his nose against yours before stuffing his face against your neck. 

Both my babies, Dean had thought to himself, smiling at his wife and son.

Walking through an abandoned town, Dixon by your side, the brothers are trailing behind you. Dean has been kicking a can since you have entered the town. Then Dixon gets into an attack position, having you three raise your guns.

“Split up.”

“What?” Sam and Dean ask in unison.

“Do it.”

Groans and moans fill the air, rotted bodies shuffled into view. “(Y/N)!” Dean tries to go after you, but Sam grabs his arm to pull him back. They watch you run in front of the herd. It got closer with gunshots going off, the idea of the herd getting you makes Sam scared.

“Come on.” Dean pulls at his arm to have them walk into a store to hide.

Feeling his chest tighten and his breathing quicken, Sam tries to calm himself down. Sometimes Dean was able to help him through his panic attacks, taking longer than you, but you were the one that was able to stop them and comfort and calm the youngest Winchester.

“D-Dean,” he managed to breathe out. Dean is immediately in front of him, reassuring him that you’re gonna be fine. “I-I can’t b-breathe.”

Dean instructs him to try and slow his breathing. “She’s out there on her own and for all we know she could be dead as it seems like she used all her bullets,” Sam started to ramble and continued to do it before he got cut off by his older brother’s arms wrapping around him and bringing him in for a hug.

“She’ll be okay.”

Hours have passed to have the sky darkened and the brothers had gone to the spot where you had fired your gun. Small dots of blood trailed off in front of them with a piece of your shirt ripped on the ground.

“We gotta go back home.”

Bobby is seated in Sam’s lap, head on his chest and Sam’s arms wrapped around the small body of his son. “Where’s Mama and Dixon?” He looks up at Sam, one eye green and the other hazel.

“Mama and Dixon are still out, they’ll be here soon.” Sam answers, hoping that it’s true and that soon enough, you’ll be home.

Barking towards the cabin, Bobby is the first to swing the door open and run across the porch, down the steps and towards where he heard the barks. His fathers are right behind him.

Bobby starts to pet Dixon, Sam standing with them. Dean had stopped in front of them, trying to find you.

Luckily, no one really had thought much of the barking as they were kinda used to it. But if it was constant and no one was able to stop them, then that’s a sign for something dangerous.

Dean had finally spotted you limping towards the four, himself running to you and bringing your blood-stained body against his, himself not caring about the crimson liquid staining his clothes.

“Mama!” Bobby runs towards you, Sam fast-walking to you to do the same thing Dean had done.

“We were so fucking worried, we were about to have a search party for you, sweetie,” Sam leans his forehead against yours.

“You had a panic attack,” is the first thing you said, despite what Sam just said. “Dean calmed me down.”

Once back inside the cabin, you’re in the bathroom. You’re now staring at your naked form in the mirror, your eyes looking back and forth at the bite on shoulder and one on your hip.

Whines and scratches fill the air. You open the door a bit to let the dog in and shut the door behind him before you settle yourself on the toilet lid. “How am I going to tell them, boy?” You chuckle out sadly, trying to lighten up the moment. Dixon rests his chin on your leg, his brown eyes giving you a soft look. “You look after that little boy, you hear me?” You rub one of his ears between your fingers.

“Time for bed, Mama,” Bobby knocks at the door. “Let’s go, Mama.” Dean’s voice repeats.

Getting changed after covering the wounds, you run your hand through your semi-dried hair and out of the bathroom you are.

Standing in the doorway of the lounge and hallway, your heart is beating faster a bit more and your hands are softly shaking.

“Are you okay, honey?” asks Dean, seeing that you’re nervous about something. “I got bit,” you blurted out. “Let me put Monkey to bed.” Sam picked Bobby up and down the hallway to his room.

“Please say something, baby,” you walk towards Dean. Tears started to prick his eyes, some slipping and dropping onto the floor.

“You’re looking so pale,” he chuckles out with a sob. Smiling and sighing out, your arms slither around his waist, his arms wrapped over your shoulders. Your head rests against his chest, hearing his heartbeat. “I want you to do it. I can’t do it myself, I’ll hesitate. Sam will have a panic attack if he does it, so please,” you look at him with tears brimmed in your eyes, “kill me.”

He presses his lips against your forehead, his eyes closed and tears gently flowing down his cheeks. “Go say goodbye to our baby,” he mumbled against your skin.

Doing so, you gently knock against Bobby’s door before opening it, seeing your other husband and your son sitting on his bed. You kneel in front of him, hands on each side of his legs. Sam intertwines his with your closest hand. 

“Mama is really sick. Daddy is going to take care of me.”

“Are you going to get better?”

Sniffing and wiping your nose with your free hand, you answer, “He’s going to have to kill me, baby. If he doesn’t, then I’m gonna get turned into one of those monsters.”

Bobby jumps into your arms, your body thumping against your butt. “Mama loves you, always.” You lean your cheek against the top of his head, tears flowing down your cheeks.

Small knocks grab your attention, making the three of you look at Dean. You stand up with Bobby clinging to your body.

“I’ve told Ellen, Jo and Jack. They’re gonna tell the people.”

Going out to the lounge, Bobby is still clinging to your body. Sam is trailing behind, tears welled up in his eyes.

Setting Bobby on the ground, his hands are gripped into your shirt. “Bobby,” your voice cracks. His hands loosened and letting go of the fabric, his arms now wrapped around your legs.

“You’re gonna be okay.” You cupped Sam’s face, his tears wetting your hands. He brings your body against his, his head resting against your non-injured shoulder. “Sam.” Feeling something wet against his skin and shirt, he looks to see blood dribbling down the side of your mouth and down your chin.

Pulling his sleeve down, he wipes it away, not caring about the crimson liquid staining it. He then tugs your shirt collar back to see the covered bite mark. Your veins have darkened within under the bandage, the ends of the darkened veins stopping underneath your jawline.

“I’m gonna do this now,” you say softly, Sam pressing a kiss to your forehead. You bend down to peel your son away from your leg to hand him over to Sam, but he quickly wrapped his arms around your neck. “Bobby,” your cracked voice comes out as a soft stern. Sam’s hands grab a hold of Bobby’s waist to have you unclasped his hands.

“Mama!” His small hands reach out to you. His head gets tucked away into Sam’s neck, his big hand covering the child’s head. With a last kiss on the lips of your tall husband and a kiss to your son’s head, you shuffle towards Dean.

“I hope you’re ready, pretty girl, ‘cause I’m not,” Dean chuckles out dryly. Cupping his stubbly cheeks, you give him a kiss on his lips. One of your hands then go down to his gun holster to pull the weapon out and make his fingers curl around the handle.

All four of you have tears flowing down your cheeks. Dixon whines and rubs his head against your leg.

Dean wraps his weapon-free arm around your middle, your head now resting against his shoulder. “I have letters for each of you in my backpack. Read them when I’m buried,” you mumble.

“O-Okay.” Dean manages to get out with a shaky voice. You bring his hand up to your head, the barrel of his gun pressed against your temple. “I’m ready now.”

With his hand now shaking and his finger on the trigger, he presses it harder to release a bullet into your head and body going limp against his body. Blood has scattered across the floor and some on his shoulder.

He falls to the ground to wrap both arms around your body to sob against your shoulder.

Bobby had been struggling against Sam’s hold and been scream-crying since the gunshot went off. “Bobby.” Sam shifts the small boy in his arms to hold him as if he’s holding a rugby ball, tucked in his arm. “No! I want Mama!” Bobby screams into Sam’s chest whilst pushing against it.

Sam sits at the bottom of your grave, playing with some of the dirt as Dean, Bobby and Dixon are running around, Dean chasing his baby boy. 

“Dean and I read your letters a few days after you died. We’re gonna have Bobby read his when he’s a little bit older. Can’t believe it’s already been two months without you.”

“Papa! Come play with us.” Bobby yells at him whilst running and bumping against Sam’s back. He starts to climb Sam like a jungle gym. “I gotta go. Say goodbye to Mama.” Sam stands up, taking one of Bobby’s small hands into his.

“Bye, Mama. I love you.” Bobby waves at your grave before him and Sam walk towards Dean, who has a gentle smile on his face.

“I love you, too, (Y/N).” He mumbles to himself.

Hi I love your writing so much and I wanted to ask for a street racer reader x Dean if it’s ok I feel like it would be interesting to read about

Hi! Thank you so much for loving my writings ❤️. Of course you can have this. Idk what to write for this  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ so I hope what I write is good for you

Dean’s Racer Girl 

A/N: you and Dean live in New York

A/N 2: I thought of doing a different ending of where you get into a car crash and Dean goes all proud but sad at the same time when you end up in hospital

“Dean, I’m leaving! I’ll meet you there!” you yell from the bottom of the stairs. You’ve been a street racer for a few years now and Dean has always wanted to watch you do your thing since he’s always at work at his mechanic.

“What?! No. It doesn’t start in the next few hours!” you watch him skid across the floor and stop at the top of the stairs, only wearing a shirt, underwear and socks.

“I know, that’s why I want to get there earlier. I want to do a quick drive and I have to do some things. And put some pants on, babe!” 

Dean screams as he runs into your shared room to grab his pants from your bed and struggled to put them on as he’s running to you, who’s already out of the house.

Sitting in your beloved 1967 yellow Camaro with black stripes, you buckle in. “We got this, Bee.” - yes, you got it and named it after the Transformer.

Both on your left and right are different types of cars, their drivers’ revving up the engines. You’re the only woman who always races with these men and they somehow manage to lose against you.

Dean has only heard the stories of you racing and winning, which makes him even more proud of you.

But when he watches you for the first time tonight, he’s gonna fall in love with you all over again. And he did.

A woman walks out and stops a few feet away from the cars and in the middle so she won’t get runned over, she talks about the rules, which you know by heart. With her arms up in the air, she counts down from three and down her arms they go, releasing the cars into the city.

A few cars managed to get in front of you, all going the same way, but you know a shortcut. You take a right, some following, with the rest going straight.

Picking up the speed, sirens and flashing lights come up behind you. “Shit.”

The cops chasing happened every now and again, but they know you, so they let you off the hook. Once they get a look at your number plate, their lights and siren turns off. “Oh, thank fuck.”

Shifting gears, Bee goes faster. From taking turns and knowing the routes, you see where you first started, a grin on your face. With a look in the rearview mirror, your grin drops as you see the others are not that far behind you. Putting pressure on the pedal with a smirk now, Bee goes over the line with cheers from the bystanders. 

Dean has a smirk on his face, muttering a “Fuck me” when you drove past.

Slowing down and coming down to a stop, you get out of the car with a giant smile on your face. Dean had already begun to walk towards you as the others had caught up and stopped in random places.

Dean picked you up from the ground and spun you around with the same smile you had on his face. You wrap your arms around his neck before he puts you back on your feet, his arms still around you.

You let out a squeal as his lips smash against yours, yourself taking a moment before returning the kiss. “Let me just say that was totally hot,” he says against your lips. He leans his forehead against yours, separating from the kiss.

“Yeah?” your smile widens.

“Mm-hmm. When you drove past, you want to know what I said?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck me.”

“Did Sam drop you off?” you ask, leaning your head back a bit to see him properly. “Yeah, why?”

“‘Cause I really want to fuck you.”

Hello love, could I request Sam Winchester x Male! Toddler reader? Maybe Sam has grown his hair out more because his son loves to play with it and loves how soft it is. But he’s never seen his father with his hair tied back, so when he wakes up from a nap and doesn’t see his dad’s hair resting down over his shoulders/chest he starts crying. Ending with cuddles and more cuteness if you could! Your blog is fantastic, I always get excited to read whenever you post. Keep up the amazing work!!! <3

Okay, this is so cute! I legit squealed after I read this and it’s just from the cuteness of it. And it makes me happy that you’d get excited for my posts ❤️

Hair Loving Baby

You’re sitting on top of your father’s shoulders as he’s walking through the park. For the past few minutes, Sam had been feeling your small hands playing with his hair and would sometimes feel you nuzzle against it.

“What are you doing up there, baby?” He squeezes your legs slightly, getting your attention. “Daddy soft hair.”

“Should daddy cut his hair?” He knows the answer to that. It’s always the same answer he says to Dean whenever he suggests it. For your no, you wrap your arms around his head to hug it to your chest. “No cut hair.”

“Okay,” he chuckles out, “no cut hair.”

Now back at the bunker, your small body is limped with sleep in Sam’s arms, your diaper bag strapped over a shoulder. 

“How was the park?” asked Dean. He leans back in his seat, taking a small break from researching.

“It was good. He got messy with his ice cream as always and a few minutes before we left, he wouldn’t stop playing with my hair.”

Dean hums and gets up, saying that he’s gonna start on dinner.

Sam takes you up to your room. He manages to open the door with his boot. He settles you in your crib and covers you up with your blanket before he quietly dumps your diaper bag on the ground.

Once out of your room, Sam ties his hair up and out of his face to go and help Dean with dinner.

Whines and small cries fill Sam’s ears from the baby monitor. Getting up from his seat, he goes to your room to find you standing up in your crib, your small, chubby hands gripping onto the rail. “What’s up, baby boy?” 

Your cries had quieted down as you stared up at your father. You had never seen him with his hair tied up. He picks you up and rests you upon his hip.

Your bottom lip trembles as small whimpers escape. Tears had welled up in your eyes. Your cries had returned.

“Oh, son.” Sam chuckles out. He cuddles you to his chest as he walks into the lounge, where Dean is sitting and watching a random movie on the TV.

“What’s wrong with him?” he asks.

“I think this is the first time he’s seen me with my hair tied up.” 

The two watch you go over Sam’s shoulder to reach for his tied hair and tugging at the hair tie, letting his hair out. 

Lifting your body above his, Sam settles you on his shoulders to let you play with his hair and nuzzle your face against it. “Do you want a cracker?” Dean asks, getting your attention and cheek now against Sam’s head.

Grabbing the cracker from your uncle’s hand, you start to munch on it as you watch the movie.

“I hate you, Dean.”

“What, why?”

“‘Cause you want him to get crumbs in my hair.”

Dean laughs, “Yeah, I do.”

Can you do a Sam x reader kind of like a bonnie and Clyde au idk I’m a sucker for those kind

Ooo, this sounds interesting. Now, forgive me if this doesn't fill your request. Idk what else to write for this au, so I just went with what came off the top of my head

Bonnie and Clyde’s Holiday

Sitting on the loveseat with your legs over an armrest and your back leaning against the other, you groan in annoyance. “Can we go on a holiday to Hawaii or something?”

“That sounds like a good idea, darlin’. We haven’t been there yet.” Sam turns away from the table to face you. “But what would we do in Hawaii?” He leans against the table, his clothes pressing against his body in all the right places.

It has you in your thoughts and got you thinking of what you want to do to him.

He calls your name, finally getting you out of your thoughts of him. “Get your things packed. We’re going to the bank, then we’re going on that little holiday.”

He presses his lips against yours. His hands grip onto your hips to bring your body against his whilst putting more heat into the kiss.

After a small moan escapes from you, you mumble against his lips, “We’re gonna be late.”

Waiting for the scared man shakily put the money in a duffel bag, you walk around, getting bored mixed with excitement by the minute.

Once the money’s done, Sam grabs your hand and walks you out of the store and into the car. “Where to now?” he asks.

“I want to go to a store to get some things.”

Driving to a store, the police arrive at the bank, getting answers to their questions from the people who were there.

Parking in a spot at K-Mart, you tell Sam to wait in the whilst you go shopping.

Wandering through aisles, you had grabbed some clothes; togs, everyday clothes and pajamas for the both of you and Sam.

You then just walked  out, the monitors beeping at the unpaid clothings. “Hey, you need to pay for those!” the security guard began to jog towards you, but you just kept walking and into the car you were when the guard had caught up.

Driving away again, the two of you are now on your way to the airport. “Ready for that holiday?” asked Sam, who gets a simple nod in return. “Can’t wait to see what they have in store for us.”

Could you write something about Sam and a trans male reader? Maybe Sam comforting his boyfriend after he experiences transphobia or something like that?

Of course I can write something like this! I would love something like this (the comforting of a partner (which I wish I have)) to happen to me as I’m a trans!male. Personally, I haven’t met someone who’s transphobic in my life yet (except for an ex-friend’s family as they are very Christian and would’ve used my birth name and birth-pronouns if I lived with them)

People Are Assholes

Snuggling inside your boyfriend’s hoodie, you watch a movie that will hopefully cheer you up after the day you’ve had.

You were out shopping for food and some random things you had found. Something had slipped out of a hold in your bag and a married couple had picked it up for you. A smile was on both their faces.

Once they heard your voice saying ‘thank you’, both their smiles instantly dropped. The woman had started going off that transgenders shouldn’t exist and all that shit.

That had made you feel down.

So as soon as you were at the bunker, you put everything away and once done, you had stripped out of your clothes, leaving your underwear on, and slipping one of Sam’s hoodies. 

Which leads up to now.

A big, warm hand slithered up your leg and rests against your thigh. You instantly knew that it’s your moose of a boyfriend.

“Hey, baby boy, you okay?” He had noticed that something had today and it impacted you. You shake your head.

Sam moves over you to settle on the space next to you. He brings your body on top of his. His hands move up and under the hoodie, his hands resting on the waistline of your underwear.

“Married couple made some comments that made me feel down.” you mumble against his neck, not caring about the movie anymore.

“Well, I think they’re wrong, whoever thinks that is wrong, sweetheart. You are you, don’t let other people's opinions and comments bring you down ‘cause people who do that are assholes.”

You chuckle at his words at the name he used for those sort of people.

“The one of many, smallish things I want you to be is to be comfortable with yourself. Do things to make you you, don’t let people do that for you.” His hands cup your face to have you looking at him. “I love you for you.” His lips press against yours. “Can I show you how much I love you?” he mumbled against you. A simple nod is his answers.

In seconds, Sam has you on your back with the hoodie off and thrown at the ground somewhere before he begins to show his love for you in a way.

(The reader is Dean’s brother and is younger than dean by two years and older than Sam by two years) The reader comes home one day and acts very strange, when Dean asks the reader about the reader says nothing’s wrong but then one day the reader’s shirt collar dips slightly and Dean sees hickeys Love your work btw

Now I’m thinking that this’ll happen to me 😅. Thank you for the request, anon, and thank you for loving my work ❤️

The Hickey Mystery

The bunker’s door smashes shut behind you. You had been gone for a little over a day and both your brothers had been blowing up your phone with texts and calls.

Your only response to them was, ‘I’m fine. I’m doing something. I’ll be back soon.’

Once you were in the library, Dean was standing in the middle of the room, his gun raised.

“Don’t raise your gun at your brother. It’s rude to do that to people you know.”

“Where have you been?” Dean lowers his gun and places it on the table.

“I told you. I was doing something.”

“Which was?” He shakes his head a bit with his hand moving to the side with a little shake (idk how to describe the gif).

“I don’t always have to say where I’ve been all the time. What if I was somewhere that you didn’t like?” You shrug. Dean furrows his eyes and a frown is on his face as if he was pulling a face of disgust. “Exactly.”

The next day, Sam was out at the grocery store as you were cooking away in the kitchen.

The smell of bacon runs through the air and into Dean’s room, having him wake up more.

When he’s in the doorway of the kitchen, he sees dark purple blotches on the showing side of your neck, going down your shoulder and hiding away beneath the oversized sweater you’re wearing.

“Where’d you get those? I know they’re not from a hunt.”

You turn around, spatula in hand. Dean sees more purple marks on your collarbone and hiding away beneath the sweater.

“You should know what they are. I’m sure you’ve given them to someone or the other way around.” You go back to the food cooking away on the stove.

His footsteps come closer to you and his body stops right behind yours. You feel the back of the sweater being pulled up until it’s bunched up at your neck. Cold air hits your back.

“Jesus, dude.” Dean’s eyes never leave your back.

Scratches and faint red lines litter your back, along with fingernail markings dug into your skin. “What chick did you hook up with? She must’ve been good if she did that to you.”

“Hello, Dean.” Cas’ voice gives your brother fright. “God, Cas.” The hand that was holding your sweater is now resting over his beating heart. 

His eyes then scan over the markings on the angel’s neck. He then puts the two together and moves past his best friend. “Oh, hell no!”

“I presume he saw the markings on your back?” Cas asks you, his arms wrapping around your torso. His cheek is pressed against your back.

“On my neck, too.”

“Will you let me heal your wounds?”

Turning off the stove and putting the pan on a cooled element, you rest your hands on his hips to bring his body closer to yours. “What did I tell you? I like these sort of markings you give me.”

Something soft then gets thrown at the both of you. “Don’t do it in the kitchen!”

“No bacon for you then!”

Can you do a Jo x male reader (platonic) where the male reader is a seer and him and jo hunt together. Basically Dean and Sam need Jo’s help so she brings you along and the brother’s (or mainly Dean) are cautious around the reader because of his abilities so the reader just walks out of them during a hunt then the hunt goes south, the reader senses it and comes to the rescue (just some angst with a happy ending lol)

I hope you enjoy this fic!

Dean’s Seer

Spinning slightly on the stool at the bar, you watch Jo clean and sort out of the glasses that had been used from the long night.

“What’s going through that head of yours?” Jo had broken you out of your daze.

“Nothing.” You trace the rim of the glass in front of you with your fingertip.

“Oh, something is definitely up. You fidget whenever something has happened.” She leans on the counter in front of you.

“The Winchester brothers are on their way here to require your help with a hunt.” A sigh escaped at what you had just said.

You and the eldest Winchester had a bit of a weird past. The two of you were together until Dean had found out of what you are.

He didn’t like it one bit.

And your heart broke at that.

When the two of you first got together, your mind gave you the vision of the future you two had. 

You and him had gotten a nice house, finally out of the hunting life, and there was a little boy and a little girl running around in the backyard. A dog chasing them around. Dean then swooped in and picked up his kids, who squealed in delight.

But that took a big swoop into the no-no corner.

The door opening to the bar gets you out of that thought. You didn’t turn in your seat, only knowing who it was.

You get out of your seat, swallowing the rest of the alcoholic liquid and go behind the counter to clean out the glass.

Jo had seated herself in the seat you were just in. “You have a warm ass.” She commented.

The little comment made you chuckle as you turned around and leaned against the counter behind you. “Thanks.”

Jo digs the tip of her favourite hunting knife into the counter in front of her and spinning it around with her fingertips holding the round end of the knife’s handle.

Looking down to your feet, you watch Sam sit next to Jo and Dean walking behind her. They all began talking about the hunt.

After minutes of talking, the brothers quickly go back to the car to grab their bags and into a spare room in the bar.

“Hey.” Jo walks to you, Sam coming into sight. He stands behind her. “You’re gonna come with us. You haven’t gone on a hunt in a while.” Jo smiles softly at you.

“I think I’m gonna stay out on this one actually.” 

“Please come.” Sam pleaded. “Just ignore him. You know he’s always grumpy.”

“Okay, fine.” Jo squealed, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

At the crack of dawn, the four of you are in the Impala. Jo has her head rested against your shoulder, tiredly mumbling away at how early it is.

An hour later, the Impala stops in front of an abandoned house with a barn next to it. “They’re in the barn.” You nod towards the wooden, animal shelter.

Getting out of the car, you stay behind the three to watch them sneak around the sides of the barn.

When they’re out of sight, you walk away, seeing a faint light in the distance to what seems to be a small town.

You wander around, looking through the windows of the stores.

“Where is he?!” Dean exclaims, tugging at the rope that’s wrapped around his wrists, which are strapped to the armrests of the chair he’s seated in.

“He was right behind us, I swear.” Jo struggles in her seat too.

Screams of the vampires get their attention. A few seconds later, you lean against the door frame, covered in blood with your machete in blood too. Your machete leans against your right shoulder.

Walking towards them, you push your machete back to have the blade through a vamp’s neck. Moving the blade to the left, the head is hanging to the side.

You then cut the ropes, releasing the Winchesters and your friend. “I’ve oiled the place. Just gotta give it the flame.” You walk past the half-decapitated vampire, your hand gripping its hair to tear its head off its body. The head gets dropped to the ground.

When Jo, Dean and Sam are seated in the car, they watch you walk towards the vehicle after you lit the barn on fire.

“(Y/N).”

“Yeah?” You don’t turn in your seat.

“Can you look at me, please?”

Sighing, you leave your half finished beer to turn in your seat, your arms resting on the counter. “What?”

Dean fiddles with the hem of his shirt. “Um, I want to say that I’m sorry for what I did back then. It wasn’t right of me to do that and it was wrong of how I left things. I-I still love you.” He mumbled, his cheeks tinting a pink.

Getting out of your seat, you place your hands under his shirt and to rest them on the skin of his hips. “Look at me.” He tilts his head up, missing looking up into your eyes whenever the two of you are in bed or when you’re sometimes hugging.

“Want to know what I saw when we were together?” He nods, tears wanting and willing to spill out from his eyes. “We got out of this life. You chose the perfect house for us, Sam living right next to us with his girl. You and I got a dog.” He chuckles at the thought. 

“We also got two beautiful kids, a girl and a boy.” Dean gasps, his tears finally coming out. You lift a hand to cup his cheek. “You were chasing them around, the dog on your team.”

Dean leans his forehead against your chest, sobs shaking through his body. Your hand that was on his cheek is now rested on the back of his head. “I still love you, Dean. Always have and always will.”

Giggles and squeals erupt from the backyard. You watch your husband chase around EJ and Bobby.

“Dinner’s ready. Come inside.” The four-year-olds groan, saying that they want to play more. “Okay, then. If you continue to play now, then I get to have your dessert.”

Immediately, they both run inside, the dog running after them. 

Dean chuckles as he walks up the few steps. He wraps his arms around your lower back and rests his cheek against your chest.

The small walking footsteps come back, the twins sitting down on the picnic table.

“Do I get an extra slice of pie since Ellen-Jo stole mine last night?” Dean asked, the question making you chuckle. “It depends if you eat your veggies.” You say before pressing a kiss to his temple.

He takes his head back to look at you. “Do I eat my veggies?” Laughing, you nod. “You did eat your veggies.” Your laugh turns into little giggles when you press your lips to his. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”