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Supernatural Imagines For All

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Welcome hunters! Feel free to send your Imagine submissions via the Ask box. All characters welcome; any pairing/kink/topic/scenario.
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Anonymous asked:

I love your blog so muchhhhhhhh

Thank you kind Anon! I love you and everyone else for supporting me

~Jas 

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Sorry for the short Hiatus!

As you may or may not know, I suffer with depression and anxiety issues so sometimes I don’t log onto my blog for weeks at a time. 

That being said, I have been working on your imagines requests (which I really enjoy reading and creating!) so there should be more content up soon guys! 

Love you all, thank you for your amazing support! 

~Jas 

#spn#spn imagines#support#supernatural
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Anonymous asked:

I agree completely hehe ^_^. So my request is imagine teaching the boys about gender equality. (I love your blog so much you're my favourite spn imagines blog, so thank you for existing and being so awesome!)

Oh you are an absolute cutie! Thank you so much!

Stay awesome sweetie, 

~Jas :)

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Anonymous asked:

Are you a feminist? (As in, gender equality, not one of the extremists)

I don't label myself as a feminist - I'm more about equality for everyone. Some feminists make me so angry, men don't deserve to be put down to the point of feeling like dirt. Yes women should have rights, but they should be equal to men. No above or below. Everyone is equal in my mind. I think some of Tumblr's "feminists" take it too far and degrade men - which is not the point of being a feminist. Feminists are supposed to encourage equality, not degrade the opposite sex. So no, I am not really a feminist - I'm an equalitist. ~Jas

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**Requested by Anon**

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Imagine you and Gabriel walking into a candy store where you end up “fighting” for the last candy bar. 

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Y/N: “Um excuse me, mind taking your hand off my candy bar?” You raised an irritated brow at this infuriating stranger who wouldn’t let go of the treat you had picked up. 

It was the last one on the shelf, but there was plenty of others on sale. 

Gabriel: “Um, I had it first, peachcakes, so you let go.” He retorted, a scowl on his otherwise pretty face.

But you weren’t going to let the fact that he was damn beautiful distract you. 

Y/N: “Seriously? Let go, what are you, 5?” You tugged at the candy bar, frowning at him. He didn’t relent. “There’s plenty more over there,” You gestured to a whole other frickin’ aisle of candy bars.

He barely acknowledged your gesture and raised his eyebrows. 

Gabriel: “Well I want this one.” 

Y/N: “Ugh! You asshole.” You snapped, watching as a surprised smirk appeared on his face.

Gabriel: “Oh really honey, you don’t have any clue who you’re messing with so I’d keep your mouth in check if I were you.” He said in a flippant tone. You narrowed your eyes. “You want this?” He glanced down at the candy bar that was wedged in both of your grip, “The fight me.” 

His eyes gleamed with something slightly sinister, mocking and almost...inhuman. 

You blanched and let go of it instinctively, not liking the way he was now leering at you.

Y/N: “Okay, okay.” You backed off, raising your hands a little. 

The stranger’s face fell a little as he saw your eyes widen in slight disgruntlement. 

Gabriel: “Hey, I didn’t...I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said softly, taking a few hesitant steps towards you, like you were an easily startled animal. “If I’m honest, I only fought with you about this because I think you’re...I think you’re beautiful.” He gulped and looked down, seeming bashful. 

You let out a nervous laugh.

Y/N: “Uh...okay...well you’re not very good at pick up lines then are you?” You teased. 

The stranger looked up and grinned, his nerves forgotten as he saw you weren’t mad. 

Gabriel: “They call me Gabriel, whats your name beautiful?” 

Y/N: “Whoa, that’s a biblical name if I ever heard one,” You chuckled. “I’m Y/N.” 

Gabriel beamed and handed you the candy bar. He then swung an arm around your shoulder and led you to the cash register. 

Gabriel: “C’mon, my treat and then...can I buy you dinner?” He whispered into your ear. 

You flushed, noting that the cashier was staring at you both.

Y/N: “Sure.” You got out, breathing in something that smelled completely angelic that was coming from Gabriel. 

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#spn imagine#gabriel#gabriel x reader#candy bar#richard speight jr#supernatural
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**Requested by Anon** 

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Imagine Sam, Dean and Cas thinking it’s cute that you have an English accent. 

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Y/N: “Why are you laughing?” You grumbled, frowning at Sam, Dean and Cas who were currently chuckling for some unknown reason.

Dean: “Listen to that, ain’t she adorable?” Dean chortled, a huge smirk gracing his lips. 

Y/N: “What? I don’t understand...” You narrowed your eyes. “and I am not adorable.”

All three burst into another fit of laughter at that. 

Dean wiped his eye with the back of his hand. Sam cleared his throat, trying to calm himself.

Sam: “Uh, your accent Y/N - that’s what’s...adorable.” He explained hesitantly. 

You gaped at this information.

Cas: “Yes your um...voice...is very, how do you say it?” Cas clicked his fingers, searching for the right word. “...cute! Yes, your voice is cute.” 

You couldn’t help but sheepishly chuckle. 

Y/N: “Oh, you mean the whole English thing?” You chuckled. “Ah.” 

Dean: “Ugh that’s damn adorable sweetheart, don’t you say otherwise.” Dean mumbled with another smirk. You rolled your eyes and smacked Dean on the back of his head. 

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#spn imagine#dean winchester#sam winchester#castiel#team free will#tfw#english accent
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**Requested by Anon** 

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Imagine Sam and Dean having to remove a bullet after you were shot in the stomach on a hunt.

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Sam: “Y/N!” Sam cried as he saw you drop to the floor, your body crumpling in on itself. 

Dean: “Son of a bitch!” Dean roared as he chased after the piece of shit vampire that had managed to grab Sam’s gun from him and shoot you with it. 

Sam ran over to you, breathing heavily. 

Sam: “Shit um...okay hang on Y/N.” He rushed out, clearly struggling to think of what to do. He put his hands under your arms and maneuvered you slowly into a sitting position.

You cried out in agony, more blood spilling from the bullet wound in your stomach. Sam’s eyes widened in panic and he quickly tore off his jacket, ripping a piece off to use as a make-shift bandage. 

He pressed the fabric onto the wound, needing to stop the blood flow as soon as possible. 

Y/N: “Ow! That hurts.” You whimpered, tears trailing down your cheeks. Your breathing was laboured, your body going into shock. 

Sam: “I’m sorry honey, I’m sorry.” He winced at your agonized expression, still pressing firmly on your stomach. “Hang in there.” 

You shut your eyes, trying to block out the pain. You could hear a ringing in your ears and your heart felt like it would burst out of your chest. 

Sam: “DEAN!” He yelled in desperation. “Argh, c’mon dammit.” He willed Dean to hurry up as you moaned in pain, clutching Sam’s shirt with a death-like grip. 

Y/N: “Sam...I can’t feel my legs.” You whimpered out in panic. 

Sam made a strangled sound in the back of his throat, trying not to show his distress so that he wouldn’t alarm you further.

Sam: “It’s just the cold, you’ll be fine, you’ll be fine...” He chanted over and over, reassuring mostly himself, and hoping it would stupidly work in keeping you alive until they could get you sorted properly. 

Dean: “Sam!” You both heard Dean holler frantically, loud footfalls coming from somewhere near the thick forest in front of you. 

Sam: “Here!” Sam called back, sounding almost relieved. Dean would know what to do.

Dean’s footfalls paused for a moment before they picked up, sounding frenzied. 

He came into view a second later.

Dean: “Sonofabitch no...no!” He panted, coming to a halt beside you and Sam, taking in your wounded stomach and pained expression.. 

Sam: “She cant feel her legs Dean...we’re gonna have to get the bullet out - like right now.” Sam rushed out, but Dean was barely listening. He knelt on the other side of you and leaned down, noting your closed-eyes. 

Dean: “Y/N?” He murmured.

Y/N: “I’m fine...It just hurts.” You shivered, the cold numbing the pain in your stomach a little but the tremors from shock were hurting it more. 

Dean: “Sam, take her over there, into the light, I’m gonna get some stuff from the car.” He commanded, jogging away to the Impala that was about 200 yards in the opposite direction to the forest. 

Sam complied immediately, lifting you up bridal style and carrying you clumsily over to a patch of muddy earth that was lit up by the moonlight. You gasped in pain, clutching Sam desperately. 

Y/N: “Jesus fuck.” You mumbled, clutching the fabric to your stomach to keep the blood at bay. 

Sam: “Hey, hey you’re gonna be alright honey, just lay still okay?” He said as he laid you down onto the cold ground. Dean’s footsteps approached again and you saw him hand a duffle bag to Sam. 

Dean: “Get out what we need and hand it to me. This ain’t gonna be pretty.” He muttered grimly, mentally preparing himself to dig the bullet out of your flesh.

He knew it would hurt you like twisting a knife in your gut but he didn’t have the time to draw this out. You would bleed out or contract serious internal damage if he didn’t get it out soon. 

He lent down beside you and took your face into his hands. 

Dean: “Hey, you hang in there, okay?” He demanded, his voice cracking. “Don’t make me lose you too, Y/N.” He whispered. 

You nodded, knowing he had lost too many people in his life over the years. 

Dean couldn’t bear the thought of losing Y/N, not when he knew he could save her. 

Sam nudged him and he pulled away, not breaking eye contact with you. 

Dean: “I’m not gonna lie baby, this is gonna hurt.” He choked out, his voice filled with sympathy.

 You held back a whimper and nodded. 

Sam came up beside your head and took your hands, giving you something to grip when the pain got too much. You nestled your head into Sam’s lap, not wanting to look at what Dean was about to do. 

You heard Dean take in a much needed breath and heard him shuffling around a bit. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt him remove the fabric from your wound. 

Dean: “Try to keep your breathing even, Y/N.” He said softly, probing your stomach gently, trying to locate the exact location of the bullet.  

YN: “Ow! Shit!” You cursed in agony as he found the offending object, his hands leaving your stomach immediately. 

Sam: “Shh, it’s okay.” Sam whispered, stroking your hands with his thumbs. 

There was a silence between the three of you and you knew Dean was about to go for it 

Dean: “I’m so sorry sweetheart,” He mumbled and plunged a single digit into the wound, locating the bullet quickly. 

You screamed, biting into Sam’s shirt as you felt like you were being ripped apart from the inside. You writhed, trying to will away the pain and Sam let go of your hands, moving to pin your torso down so you didn’t cause more damage to yourself. 

Dean grunted as he struggled to grasp the bullet with just one finger, trying to ease it gently upwards to the surface of the wound. 

Y/N: “Stop! Stop! Arghhh!” You wailed, your voice breaking as the bullet popped free of the would, leaving you gasping in agony.

 Sam’s hands found yours again and you started to cry, deep sobs that wracked your whole body.

Sam: “Shh sweetheart, shhh it’s okay the worst of it’s over, I promise.” Sam soothed, rubbing your hands gently and stroking your cheek with his other hand. 

Dean: “Okay baby?” Dean asked, concern oozing out of his voice. 

Y/N: “I’m fine.” You gritted out, trying to ignore the pain and control your crying. 

You gave Dean a bitter, watery smile, letting him know you didn’t hate him. He nodded in relief, setting about stitching up the hole. 

The stitching didn’t hurt nearly as much, just felt a bit uncomfortable. You winced each time the needle pushed through your skin. 

Dean finally bit the end of the thread and then wiped round the wound with a clean rag in which he had doused with water from a bottle. It wasn’t exactly top quality hygiene, but it would do until they got you back to the bunker. 

Dean: “Gonna get you into the car now, okay sweetheart?” He said reverently as he took you from Sam and hoisted you up into his arms. 

You clutched him tightly and sighed softly, feeling drowsy and defeated. 

Dean slid you into the back seat of the impala and gently placed a fleece blanket over you to stop you from shivering. 

Y/N: “Thank you Dean.” You whispered

Dean: “Anytime baby.” 

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#spn imagine#dean winchester#Sam Winchester#bullet wound#jared padalecki#jensen ackles#spn#dean x reader
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**Requested by Anon** 

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Imagine Dean being confused and intrigued when he find out you and Jo hooked up while drunk after a hunt.

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Jo: “Did you tell him?!”

Y/N: “Hell no!” You replied, glaring at Dean who had the biggest smirk known to man on his face.

 He had damn well found out about you and Jo’s drunken night of fun the day before.

After a wendigo hunt, you and Jo had ended up at a bar and drank until you couldn’t see straight. You had both checked into a motel and things went very interestingly from there. 

Not that it was any of Dean Winchester’s business. 

Dean: “So Jo, enjoy your little, ah, rendezvous with Y/N here?” He chuckled, causing Jo to huff angrily. 

Jo: “None of your damn business, Winchester!” She growled, looking about ready to punch him. “How’d you find out anyways?”

Dean grinned. 

Dean: “Oh, a little bird told me.” He said vaguely. 

You saw red. 

Y/N: “Dammit Castiel you son of ass!” You yelled, knowing he would hear you. Dean burst into laughter, clutching his stomach as you and Jo both glared at him, trying to remain mad but his laughter was just too contagious.

Jo: “Shut up.” She said as her face broke out into a smile. 

You felt a surge of laughter brewing and couldn’t help but laugh along with Dean. 

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#spn imagine#dean winchester#jensen ackles#jo harvelle#drunk#castiel#misha collins
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