@whispersandwhiskers, this is amazing 😍

@not-moose-one-shots

Oh my goodness!!!!

Isn't that crazy! Lmfao

“Really, Dean? A cabin in the middle of nowhere?”

Dean smirked and pulled their duffle bags out of the trunk, “Yep. Just me and you, Sammy.”

Sam couldn’t help the way the tips of his ears went pink with the way Dean was looking at him, “Just you and me?”

“Mhm,” Dean said, closing the trunk and walking over to Sam with a grin. He tugged at Sam’s sweatshirt, a sign that Sam learned meant that Dean wanted a kiss but didn’t want to go up on his tip toes to ask for one, “Know what that means?”

Leaning down, Sam felt his heart beat faster as his lips brushed against Dean’s, “What?” he whispered, eyelids already slipping shut. Dean was his drug and he was so close to getting his fix.

“We can be as loud as we want.” he whispered, nipping at Sam’s lower lip and drawing a gasp from him, “And baby boy, I’m gonna make you scream.”

Admit It

Pairing: Dean x Reader Words:  788

-Dean and the reader are in a relationship and keeping it secret. But Sam’s not stupid-

A/N: Let me know if you want tagged in something.

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         You couldn’t help but smile at Dean as you got into the backseat of the Impala. The two of you had been texting nonstop throughout the previous evening and the morning. Things you couldn’t say out loud.

          Sam got into the front seat, “You two look happy,” he said.

          “Just a good morning,” you said nonchalantly.

          “Yeah. I’m ready to hit the road.”

          “Gotcha,” Sam said.

          You weren’t really sure why you and Dean had decided to keep your relationship a secret. But it was kind of fun. It was something the two of you could share. It added a mystery to your life.

          You wondered how long you could keep up the charade though. Sam wasn’t stupid. He would figure it out eventually.

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One minute it’s 8 o'clock, and the next…. it’s 11:21! Like wtaf, Tumblr! lol I blame @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog and @wayward-mirage 100% lmfao #iLoveUrBlogs

Thank you so much ! And I totally know that feeling !

Let me just say... I love u. Lol Please don't ever stop writing! 😜😘

One minute it’s 8 o'clock, and the next…. it’s 11:21! Like wtaf, Tumblr! lol I blame @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog and @wayward-mirage 100% lmfao #iLoveUrBlogs

@deansdirtylittlesecretsblogur writing is amazing! Lol u know how to get a girl hot and bothered! Lol

Imagine sharing a bed with Dean when the heat goes out in the Bunker.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, language, fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Well, my Dean Bean Lovers, here is my first piece of SMUT for 2017. I took my VERY first imagine written on March 4, 2016, and turned it into a full blown fic, smut and all for Mimi’s @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Trope Challenge. I had a lot of fun writing this. It got away from me, so I hope you like it. As usual, I had to get all fluffy. I’m a fucking sucker for fluff.

Prompt: The heater is broken and you wake up freezing and whoever you’re stuck sharing a bed with offers to share heat via cuddles and even after you deny being cold you can’t help but admit how warm they look and then just relax into their hold as they wrap their arms around you

Dean Bean Lovers Tags Below, Bitches

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@s4m-w1nch3st3r5287

Sastiel smut because why not

Ok... so, I'm not real big on Sastiel but OH! MY! GAWD! I love love love this fic! 😍😍😍

You watched as Sam’s eyes filled with tears. He couldn’t accept that you were going to die. You were his best friend. You had known each other for over twenty years. You watched as he stared off into space before turning his glistening eyes on you.

It was enough to make you cry.

“What do I do?” He begged, tears spilling over the edges of his eyes as he watched you desperately. “This isn’t like the monsters I know, but Y/N there has to be something I can do. There is always something I can do,” he pushed.

You just cried and just shook your head, watching the desperation in Sam’s eyes. He couldn’t fix you. This wasn’t a monster he could chase. This wasn’t a demon he could exorcise. This wasn’t an angel he could trap. Cancer was something that no one knew how to beat and living the life that you guys did, you had caught this way too late and now it was all but over.

“I’m a Winchester, dammit!” He bellowed, turning away from you, running his hands through his hair. “I’m supposed to take care of you. I’m supposed to save you,” he pleaded. “I promised,” he choked out.

You remembered the promise. You’d both been drunk, Sam had been 24 and you 21. He’d just barely started hunting with Dean again when their paths had crossed yours on a hunt. Sam saved you, and three of you ended up celebrating the end of the hunt at a bar. Dean picked up a girl, and you and Sam made a promise to take care of each other, always be there for each other, and to always save each other. No matter what.

And you had. You had always found a way. Until now.

“Sammy,” you reached out for him from your hospital bed, your voice not as strong as you had hoped for it to be. You grabbed his jacket and pulled him to you. “You can hold me. You can stop yelling and screaming and be my best friend. You can be the man that I love. You can finally tell me you love me because now you don’t have to be afraid of the consequences,” you breathed out.

You and Sam had always pushed a relationship off to the side, thinking it would give the monsters the edge, the leverage and advantage they didn’t need.

Sam’s eyes met yours knowingly, his lip snarling in anger as he fought back tears. “Not like this,” he shook his head.

“Please,” you squeezed his hand. You could feel yourself slipping away. “Please,” you repeated, tears rolling down your cheek.

Sam’s resolve broke, and he crawled into the bed with you. Immediately is large arms engulfed you and brought you close to him. You breathed him in and if anything could heal you, it would be simply being near Sam Winchester. You looked up at him, tears still in your eyes, and he kissed you. Hard. All the repressed feelings of the past nine years pouring into the kiss.

If a kiss had healing powers, you knew you could get up and walk out of the bed right now. The kiss was everything you’d ever wanted. You hated that he had waited until the end.

“I love you,” Sam managed through tears.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed. “I’m so sorry.” All you could do was repeat that over and over again.

“Shhhhh. Don’t be. I’ve always loved you. I should have just let myself,” Sam confessed as he held you. “Now it’s too late, but I’ll love you until your last breath.”

“And I’ll love you forever,” you responded, sinking into his embrace.

He held you for hours, even after your last breath slipped away. He cried and shook as he held you and repeated the same phrase over and over, hoping that somewhere you would hear him.

“I’ll never stop loving you, Y/N. Not until the day I die. Never,” he mumbled into your hair, holding your lifeless body.

“I know,” you whispered from the corner. “I’m here. I didn’t go Sam. I couldn’t leave. Forever, remember,” you said as you reached out to let Sam know you couldn’t leave him.

I wrote sam guys. Look I wrote sam.

😍😍😍😍 #RippedMyHeartOutOfMyChest 😍😍😍😍

Revenge

So, further proof I can’t fucking write Sam, at all. Here you go. 

“Where’s Y/N?” It was the first thing Sam asked after Dean, Cas, and Mary were free from the British Men of Letters. Before Cas even had the chance to heal most of Sam’s wounds. 

“We thought…she’s not here?” Dean questioned, eyes going wide with panic. 

“No, she’s not here, Dean!” Sam yelled back. “The last time I saw her was in the bunker when they took me! She struggled with Toni to save me and I don’t know what happened to her after that. I thought she got away. That she’d be with you.” 

“We didn’t see her in the bunker.” Cas said.

“We need to go. Now.” Sam ran to the Impala, Dean chasing after him. 

“Who’s Y/N?” Mary asked, running alongside Dean. 

“Sam’s fiance.” Dean explained. “And my best friend. We gotta find her, mom. If we don’t I don’t know how Sam is gonna react.” 

“We’ll find her.” Mary reassured.” 

Dean sped back to the bunker in record time, running in right behind Sam. “Y/N!” Everyone was yelling, searching every room. Dean was the first to see the blood by your bedroom door, long since dry. He’d never checked the bedrooms when he brought Mary back to the bunker. He’d grabbed everything he needed and run to rescue you both, never thinking to check the rest of the bunker. 

“Please don’t be in here.” Dean whispered to himself as he slowly opened the door. “No.” 

“Dean did you -” Sam stopped when he saw how pale Dean was, staring at something in your shared room. “Move.” 

“Sam, no.” Dean shoved Sam back but Sam was persistent, shoving Dean out of the way and making his way into the room, choking back a sob as soon as he saw you lying there, in a pool of your own dry blood, a single bullet hole in your chest. You were close to the door, your hand outstretched. You hadn’t died right away, you’d tried to get out and get help. 

“Y/N, no.” Sam broke down, cradling your body in his arms and sobbing inconsolably. Mary and Dean knelt at his sides, Dean at your head, tears streaming down his face, Mary on Sam’s other side trying to comfort a son she barely knew. 

“She hasn’t been gone long.” Cas said, holding back tears. “She was probably alive when we were here…we should’ve checked…” 

Dean stormed out of the room, unable to cope with the fact that another death was on his hands. Mary watched him leave, about to go after him. “I’ll go after him.” Cas said. Mary nodded, staying with Sam. 

“Sam…” Mary sighed, brushing his hair behind his ear while he cried. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know her but for both of you to care for her so much she had to have been special.” 

“I was gonna ask her to marry me. The time was just never right.” Sam sobbed, pulling the ring box out from under the mattress and opening the box, showing it to Mary. 

“It’s beautiful.” Sam took the ring from the box and slid it on your cold finger, kissing your hand and gently laying it back down across your chest.

“Can I have a second?” Mary nodded and kissed Sam’s temple before leaving him alone with you. “I promise you, Y/N…” Sam choked back another sob, running his fingers through your hair. “I will get revenge for you. I won’t rest until all the British Men of Letters are Dead.” 

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Tagging some Sam girls for Sampinions since I can’t fucking write Sam: 

@impalaimagining @oriona75 @teamfreewill-imagine @impala-dreamer @idreamofhazel 

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I think you did an amazing job writing Sam! This was fabulous!

This is amazing! It pulled..... yanked my fucking heartstrings!!! 😍😍😍 i love it!

On The Ropes

Written for @dancingalone21‘s 2K follower AU Funny Quote Challenge. I picked the quote: “Are we gonna fight or make out, cause I’m gettin’ some real mixed signals here.” The quote is bolded.

Word Count: 2360

Warnings: Mentions of injury; getting shot on the job

Summary:  Reader is a cop that was shot in the line of duty. As part of her physical therapy, she picks up boxing at the local gym in town, On The Ropes, owned by two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester.  She is drawn to the elder brother when Dean starts working with her on moving, coordination and finally hitting. Once they get in the ring, things don’t go as planned.

A/N: unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine. Feedback and comments are welcome!   

Your entire body protested as you rolled out of bed. The last couple of months had been physically, mentally and emotionally draining. Since being shot in the line of duty over 8 weeks ago, recovery had been slow, to say the least. After completing out-patient physical therapy, your therapist had suggested something a little tougher for you, considering your job and attitude. So he gave you the name and address of a place he had sent patients before.

You found yourself outside the building, looking up at the sign that read “On The Ropes.” That is exactly how you felt. You couldn’t return to work for at least another month and felt like you were going stir crazy just sitting in your empty house. It’s now or never, you thought as you hiked your bag over your shoulder and pushed the door open.

The place was a lot bigger than outward appearances led you to believe. There were two separate rings and three workout areas on just the first floor alone, although you could see stairs, so you could only guess there was more upstairs. What you considered ‘workout’ music was pumping throughout the space. A man with shaggy brown hair walked over, welcoming you.

“Hi, I am Sam Winchester, co-owner and trainer. What can I do for you today?” His voice was kind, he was incredibly tall and built like a Greek God, Hercules maybe. He was also quite attractive, his eyes swimming with color.

“Hi, Sam. Y/N Y/L/N. I was referred to you guys by my PT. This place is huge.” You told Sam, hiking your bag back up.

“Yeah, thanks. Pete called said you would be by. I am booked today, but my brother, Dean, is going to be your trainer. He is upstairs in his office, why don’t you follow me and we will get you set up. Sound good?” Sam was rather cheerful and you just were not really in the mood today.

“Lead the way.” You said, trying to keep your voice even. You didn’t want to have to do this. You just wanted back on the job.

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I loved this! I didn’t want it to end!! Awesome AU, babe. The sassy reader is bad ass. I really, really hope there’s a part 2 ☺😎

Please please please!!!! Tell me there is a part 2!?

You Just Never Saw It

Pairing: Balthazar x Reader Word count: 1,357 (Before lyrics) Warnings: Fluff. Request: ( Anonymous ) Ok… so i was wondering if u could do a DeanXreader to the song, “I’d Lie” by Taylor Swift? And possibly make it where dean and the reader end up together? #ThanksInAdvance. On the request “I’d Lie” i meant Balthazar.

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@wayward-mirage this was so beautifully written! I love it. 😍