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Snow

Pairing: Cas x GN!Reader

Summary: Cas hasn't really been in the snow before and you help him get prepared to go out in it. You both have fun and Cas becomes proud of himself from making a snow angel and from using his wings to help

Waking up, you see Cas’ figure standing in front of the window, looking outside. “You good, Cas?” He turns around to meyougetting out of bed and standing next to him. “It’s snowing.” A smile appears on his face. “Do you want to go out and play in the snow?” He nods.

Changing into warmer clothes, you open the door to let a breeze of cold air blow through. “Come on.” You intertwine your hand with Cas’ to drag him out. He closes the door behind him. You walk along the park to see everything being covered in snow.

Letting go of the angel’s hand, you drop to the ground to start rolling and playing around in the snow. You stop to see Cas standing in the same spot since you arrived. “It’s quite cold.” He comments. “Then you should’ve worn something else.” Cas tilts his head in confusion. “Why would I need to wear something else when I have these clothes keeping me warm?”

“I-I, uh, pft, I don’t know, Cas. It was a rhetorical question.” you shrug at him. He nods in return. You sigh, flopping onto my back, watching your breath fog disappear. 

Cas tilts his head in confusion again before doing the same thing, dropping to the ground. You chuckle at him as you wave your arms and legs around.

After a couple seconds, you stand up to see a snow angel. Taking a glance over to Cas, he has his wings out and moving them around, making it easier. 

The Impala’s engine then fills the air. 

Doors shut once Cas stands up to view his snow angel. “What are you guys doing?” asks Dean.

“I made a snow angel.” Cas says with his cheeks going pink. Dean shakes his head before him and Sam drive back to the motel. “We should get back as well.” You grab Cas' hand to start walking back.

On the whole way there, a smile never leaves his face. “You had fun, Cas?”

“Yes, I had fun. Thank you, (Y/N).”

“You’re welcome, Cas.”

Sad Bumblebee

Pairing: Cas x F!Reader

Summary: You and the brothers go on a bad hunt and you end up dead. Sam carries your body as Cas demands Dean to explain what happened to you. After he gets told and sees your body, he goes to his shared room with you and grabs the bumblebee you won him from a carnival and cries in a corner

It was supposed to be a fast salt and burn, but there were more bones to burn than expected. 

A ghost came up behind Dean without him knowing. It was about to stick its hand through his chest but he gets pushed out of the way. “What the he-?” Dean turns his head to see you having a hole through your chest. 

He watches the blood trail down your front and down your mouth and you feel the crimson liquid down your back.

The ghost goes up in flames once Sam found the other bones. 

Your body drops to the ground. “(Y-Y/N)?” Sam asks hesitantly. Dean stands up and runs towards your body to pick your up. 

Tears slowly go down both the brothers’ cheeks as they walk back to the Impala.

Dean carefully places your body in the back seat before him and Sam sit in the front in silence. “What are we going to tell Cas?” Sam asks softly to break the silence. “The truth.” Dean says before starting the engine and drives back to the bunker. “But the major thing is how we’re gonna tell him.” He adds before it’s silent again.

Once they arrive at the garage of the bunker, the brothers stay in the car before Dean hops out. “I’ll warn him.” He walks off to find Cas in the library. “Hello, Dean. How was the hunt?” Dean says nothing. “Is Sam and (Y/N) alright?”

“Sam’s good. (Y/N), uh, she didn’t quite make it.” 

As soon as the words came out, Sam walks in with your limp body. Cas felt his knees go weak. “We’re going to give her a hunter’s funeral.” Sam says softly. Cas stands still, saying nothing as he feels tears go down his face.

The three of them get ready for a funeral for you. 

They’ve been through this so many times for the people who’ve helped them along the way, but they can’t get used to the feeling.

Sam and Dean lost what seems to be their sister, they always saw you as soon. And for Cas, you were his lover. 

Your wrapped body goes up in flames that rests on the logs. Tears stained all their cheeks, watching the flames go up. The brothers pat Cas’ back before they both head inside.

Cas flies in his and your shared room. His eyes move to your bed to see a bumblebee plushie you won him at a carnival up against the middle of your pillows. 

He grabs it to hug it underneath his chin. He sits himself in a corner, bringing his legs up to his chest as more tears spill down his cheeks. He brings a hand through his hair, letting it rest there with sobs escaping from him.

“Come on, Bee.” you intertwine your hands together with his once you arrive the at carnival. 

You feels your body go back a bit from Cas stopping in front of a stall. You shuffle next to him to find him looking at a bumblebee plushie. “Do you want it?” you ask. He nods with a shy smile on his face.

You give some cash to the person behind the stand of the stall, who hands you a gun in return. You shoot down all the targets. “Which one would you like?” The person asks, receiving the gun. “The bumblebee, please.” It gets handed to you. “Thanks.” You and Cas walk off to get some food.

“Here you go, Cas.” You give him the plushie. “Thank you.” He hugs it to his chest. “You’re welcome.” You smile at him. “Now, what do you want to eat? You’re human and you need something to eat ‘cause I’m hungry and you’re gonna be hungry, too.” Cas nods. You two take in your surroundings of the food stalls. Once you choose what you want, you both have a conversation.

That’s My Brother

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader (BSM)

Summary: Dean gets taken to the police station for a lock up. You come to bail him out and Dean waves at you as he’s talking to two officers with yourself being disappointed

“Hey, Sammy?” you walk into the library to see Sam researching. “Yeah?” He perks his head up at you. “Can you drive me to the police station?” He raises an eyebrow at you. “Dean?”

“Dean.” Sam chuckles, closing his laptop’s lid and standing up. You walk to the garage. Sam grabs some keys and goes to the 1967 Mustang. You both get in. “Why did you get me to drive you to the station when you can drive yourself?”

“I want to drive Baby and torture Dean by driving past the diner.” Sam chuckles as you drive in silence.

Sam drops you off moments later. He drives away after you thank him. Walking inside the station, you stop at the desk. “Hi, what can I do for you?” The woman asks from behind the desk. “I’m here to get my brother, Dean Winchester.” She nods before going off to notify the officers after telling you to wait in the waiting room.

The woman comes back and instructs you to go down the hallway. You thank her, walking down the hallway to see Dean talking to two officers. You stop a few feet away to let Dean notice you and wave at you with a grin on his face. “I’m somehow related to this man.” The officers turn around to see you walking towards them. “You related to him?” One of them asks.

“Yeah, he’s my brother.”

“Take him home.” The other says before they both walk off. “Hey, baby sister.” You give Dean a smile before grabbing the back of his neck and making him bend over. He waddles beside you. “Thank you.” you say to the woman at the desk. She nods, chuckling before going back to the computer in front of her.

Fishing the keys out of Dean’s pocket, you make him sit in the passenger seat, yourself behind the wheel. “I didn’t say you could drive Baby.” he retorts, watching you leave the parking lot.

“And I didn’t say you should get your ass in trouble for getting in a bar fight.”

“For my baby sister, you have quite the grip.” He rubs the back of his neck, where you had grabbed him.

“That’s what happens when I train with my brothers and hunt monsters.” You give him a smile, himself returning it.

"Can we get pie?” he asks, his eyes settled on a diner up ahead. A grin is on his face, but it drops as you drove past. “You’re just torturing me now.” He slumps in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest, a pout on his face. “At least there’s some pit at the bunker.” he adds.

“Yeah, about that.”

Bunnies

Pairing: Cas x GN!Reader

Summary: Cas pops in as you’re researching. You know he's there but doesn't know he brought bunnies

Skimming around at the books and papers scattered around your laptop, you know that Cas is behind you. 

Turning in your seat to greet him, you instead give him a deadpan look. “Cas.”

“Yes?”

“Why do you have bunnies?” You stand up to him to grab a bunny that was squirming upside down in his trench coat pocket.

“I was walking through town, then I saw a pet store. I saw the bunnies in the window and I wanted them, so I grabbed them.” he answered.

“Cas, Dean will want these ones out. He’ll throw out any animal that isn’t his.” you say in a sad tone.”

"I know.” He frowns, looking down at his shoes.

“But we can look after them until Sam and Dean come back. Also, we can always get a bunny once we get our own place.”

He perks his head up, a smile on his face as he says, “Okay.”

Cas sits himself on the ground, placing the bunnies in front of him before fishing out the ones that were in his pockets. He starts to play with them.

Leaning against the table, you grab your phone off the table to click on Sam’s contact. You snap a photo of Cas and the bunnies. 

[Don’t tell Dean, but these are stolen bunnies - which we are going to return.]

Moose: [Why couldn’t Dean do this by himself or something? This is a simple hunt :( ] 

Chuckling to yourself, you set your phone back on the table to join Cas on the floor and next to him.

Hours later and the door opening, Cas disappears with the bunnies and then appears without him. 

He presses his lips to yours for a small kiss, mumbling a ‘thank you’ against them.

What Are You Doing?

Pairing: Jensen x GN!Reader

Summary: After you and J2 are done with the episode, they go their different ways. Jensen wraps his arms around you and you question what he's doing

You, Jared and Jensen finish up doing the last scene for the episode. The three of you head out whilst having a conversation.

Jared goes off to his trailer with Jensen going to your own. Jensen stops walking and stops you by dropping his head onto your shoulder. He shifts his head to have his chest against your back. "What are you doing?"

"I'm tired." His voice comes out muffled. "Then go to your trailer and sleep." you raise your arm up to rest rest hand against the back of his head with a groan escaping from him. "I can't be bothered."

"Well, I'm not carrying your ass all the way there, Mr. Ackles." His arms wrap around your waist. "You might need to, future-to-be-Ackles." you roll your eyes, pressing a kiss his cheek. "Funny, but no. You have working legs and you know how to use them." you move your arm to rest it next to your side before you start to walk with Jensen waddling behind you, his arms still around you.

You stop in front of his trailer, opening the door, stepping in and walking over to his bed. You turn around and lay down before disconnecting his arms from your body. He groans as you stand up from him and to the trailer door. "Shut up, you big baby. Go to sleep."

You close the door behind you once you exit out of it. A loud groan comes from inside of it. "No! Go to sleep!" you walk away but stop with another groan coming out from the trailer. "Ugh." you walk back to go back in with the door being closed.

You settle on a side of the bed with Jensen crawling up to rest his head on your chest, his arms on the sides of your body. "Big baby." you rest your hand against the back of his head with soft snores escaping from him.

One

Pairing: Dean x GN!Reader, Sam x GN!Reader (platonic)  Summary: Dean whines about the counting down

You, Dean and Sam shuffle through the motel door to have it closed behind you. You plop onto the bed as Sam instructs his brother to go over to him. Sam puts his hands on Dean’s dislocated shoulder. “Popping it in on three. One.”

Dean groans, walking away from Sam whilst flexing his arm. “You said on three.” Dean whines.

“It was to distract you, baby.” you comment whilst getting off the bed. 

“Sit.” You point to Sam’s bed to have him sit at the end of it. You have the stitching supplies in hand. You stitch the wound on Sam’s arm. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now you.” You look at Dean, who’s coming back from the bathroom, his shirt off.

“What about you?” His eyes are glued to the blood on your shirt. “It’s a small wound.”

Dean sits on the bed to have his back shoulder stitched. “Thanks, sweetheart.”

“All goods.” You peck his lips before putting the small amount of supplies on the table and dropping your body back on the bed.

“You’re not gonna get dressed?” Dean asked.

“Do that later.”

Small snores then fill the room after the three of you close your eyes.

(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!”

Thank you for completing my request Dean's Tickly Girl, I loved it :) May i request another? Another Dean female reader where he's disappointed because he doesn't think she's ticklish and can't find her tickle spot, but he eventually finds it and tortures her with it? :)

I’m glad you enjoyed your request :) I also just went along with what came first to my head.

Struggling To Find The Tickle

“Why won’t you tell me where you’re ticklish?” Dean stomps his foot with a pout on his face.

“You’re acting like a child.”

“You’re being mean.” He sits down next to you at the table.

Turning your head to look at him, he still has the pout. He does the pout all the time with you when he doesn’t get attention. But this time, it’s with wanting to know where you’re most ticklish.

Standing up, you’re in between his legs. His hands automatically go to your hips. 

“I’ve basically tickled you everywhere.”

Cupping his stubbly cheeks, you trace his lips. “Well, if it makes you feel better, I’m a little ticklish on the thighs.”

His eyes drop to your thighs. He takes a hand off you to poke you of said thigh. “I’ve touched you here so many times and you have never laughed.”

“I just said I’m a little ticklish.”

A corner of his lips turn into a sly smile with mischief in his eyes when he looks up at you.

“I know what you’re thinking and you are not allowed to tickle me.”

“You shouldn’t have given it away.”

“I gave it away because you would’ve tried to tickle me everywhere again until you found it.”

Dean wiggles his fingers against your thigh, causing you to giggle. His smile widens at the noise. Doing a little more, it causes the giggles into laughter and Dean’s laugh joined in.

Before he knows it, he feels your fingers trail behind the back of his ears, sending shivers down his spine.

He looks up at you, stopping with the tickles. The pout comes back. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I looooove you.” You bend down to press your nose against his, your hands back on his cheeks. “And that gets you to stop or when I play with your hair.”

“I like it when you play with my hair.” A faint pink covers his cheeks.

“And I like playing with it.”

Seconds pass to have Dean tickling your thighs again. “Dean!”

Dean x male hunter reader basically after a hunt where the the reader gets injured badly Dean goes off to the reader about almost dying and the reader just responds that’s he’s hunted alone before and he can handle himself (I don’t really know I just want to see more of your writing add in whatever you want)

I don't know what I did, but I did it

Limping to the Impala, your pants and shirt stick to you; your knife was thrown at your thigh and a pole had gotten itself impaled in your side as you had tripped over.

Now you’re leaning against the passenger door, waiting for Dean. He was still inside, taking care of the bodies.

After some minutes, you see his figure come out. “You okay?” you asked when he got into a hearing distance.

Dean says nothing as he stops in front of you and strips out of his flannel. He wraps it around you and ties the sleeves together, the knot against the front wound. “I’ll take care of the wounds once we get to the bunker. Just be careful with the exit wound and the one on your leg.”

Getting into the car, it roars to life.

On the way to the bunker, Dean kept looking at you worriedly. “I’m fine, baby. Just worry about getting us home.” You take his hand into your lap to hold onto it.

Half an hour later, the Impala stops in the garage. Dean gets out and comes out to your side, helping you out. He carries you bridal-style to your shared room. He leans his head against yours when you pressed your forehead against the side of his neck.

You feel him sit you down at the end of the bed before watching him walk around the room to find the first aid kit. “Under the bed.” He drops to his knees and fishes out the kit.

Dean helps you peel your shit off to clean the wounds, stitch them up and cover them up with a bandage.

When he helps you out of your pants and sits you in underwear, he stares at the wound. “What’s going through that head of yours?” you ask, getting him out of his haze.

“You almost died. If I didn’t come in time or couldn’t find you, you probably would’ve bled out on that pole or gotten tortured.”

“Dean,” you cup his cheeks,” I’ve hunted alone before we met. And I’ve survived some injuries before.” You motion at the scars that litter your chest and back.

“I know.” He rests his cheek against your non-injured thigh. He feels your hands run through his hair, sometimes scratching his scalp.

“I think you should stitch my leg before I bleed out.” You feel Dean press his lips against your thigh he rested on before he does so.

“We better get cuddles after this.”

“Help me shower after this and I promise you, we’ll have as much cuddles as you want.” You press a kiss to his head.