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[Y/N] - your name [Y/NN] - your nickname [Y/LN] - your last name [H/L] - hair length [H/C] - hair color [E/C] - eye color [Y/N] [Y/LN] could not understand why Dean Winchester was so cold, so distant. True, they had fought the night before, but Dean came home drunk late that night and begged Sam to help him make [Y/N] happy again. He even went as far as to say she was everything and he could not lose her. [Y/N] knew that was true because it was not actually the younger Winchester brother Dean begged, but [Y/N] herself, that Dean had mistaken for Sam in his drunken stupor. It had been enough that she had gone to sleep feeling better about thi

#46 “It was a joke, baby. I swear.” requested by melynie :heart: You inched the door open careful not to make any noise. Steam blurred your vison as you crept in silently. Dean didn’t notice you and kept singing “Brandy you’re a fine girl”. It was actually really good but you didn’t let yourself get distracted. You snuck your way to the shower and extended your arm up, grasping the cup of ice cold water tightly.   “At night when the bars close down Brandy walks through a silent town and- Agh what the hell!” Your laughter echoed against the linoleum tiles. “Damn it (y/n!)” You

        Pairing: Dean x Reader         Warnings: fluff?        You examine your reflection in one of the floor-to-ceiling windows that showcases a vast airplane runway set against the backdrop of a darkened night sky. The sleeves of Dean’s striped shirt envelop your hands, and you fidget the edges between your fingers. Your hair is messy, the result of driving with your knees to try and hastily comb it into place. You haven't seen or talked to Dean in three weeks. He was called away at the end of November to help an old Hunter friend with an infestation of the Crocotta- creatures that mimic voices of loved ones in order to suck out t

    Mmm you groan and blink sleepily “Shh, it’s okay, go back to sleep sweetie.” You feel someone kiss the top of your head you then turn over mumbling your older brother’s name and quickly fell back asleep.        *Time Skip to a few hours later*    You woke up to someone playing with your hair and humming your favorite song, Mortician’s Daughter you slowly sit up which causes the humming to stop and the hand to disappear. You slowly blink and yawn stretching before turning your head slightly to see what or who was playing with your hair. You let out a gasp of disbelief and happily tackled your older brother i

(A/N: WARNING MILD SWEARING! enjoy!.....sexy sam time) So why do good girls like bad guys? I had this question for a real long time I've been a bad boy and its plain to see so why do good girls fall in love with me? You’ve had this song stuck in your head all day and now finally you could dance around the hotel room, in a simple black tank top and (F/C) panties, and break the speakers on your Ipod. You jumped up on the bed and starting singing the lyrics you memorized by heart, nothing could possibly ruin the moment. NOTHING, no monsters, no perverted dean, no hopelessly lost Castiel, and no sexy shirtless Sam. Sexy shirtless Sam.

It wasn’t until a loud crash was heard, followed by a string of curses did the girl open her eyes, her lips just a few millimeters from Dave’s. The pair looked up to see Bro sprawled on the ground, his foot caught under a smuppet. “God fucking dammit, Bro! What the fuck are you doing?” “Nothin, lil man.” “Why are you here?” “Um, doesn’t he live here with you, Dave?” (y/n) piped in, her face still glowing from the almost kiss. “Yeah Dave.” Bro smirked, as if using his real name instead of lil man or bro was some kind of joke. Dave angrily sighs, removing one ar

(oooooh shit look who decided to finally update? I’m so sorry I haven’t updated in such a long time, schools been crazy and so has my anxiety and depression, and I’m finally on winter break so hopefully I’ll be able to write more. I’ve been having some complete writers block, so I’m really sorry if this chapter doesn’t live up to all of your expectations. I’m going to try my hardest to start updating this again! Thank you all so much for actually sticking with me and commenting and favoriting. It always makes me happy when I see a new comment, so thank you so much! Without further ado, part 6!)

Honestly, you were just so done with all of this fucking hot weather. Sure, moving to Texas had it's advantages; good people, better schools, and the best food. But, heat-wise? Well, the sun could fuck off. Having to leave your friends behind was bad enough, adding the possibility of heat stroke just made it worse. They were lucky there was a community pool. If there hadn't been, you would have protested this move even more. But "Oh sweetie it will be good for you, you can make new friends and have new opportunities!!!"  outweighed "I hate you" by a landslide. It was a record high of 107 today, and you bet your ass you were going to the poo

The next day, Dave was back to normal, but he seemed a bit more apprehensive. All day, the trolls and kids were whispering to eachother, throwing glances in the direction of their two oblivious friends. (Y/n) had begun to feel suspicious during lunch when everyone practically refused to talk to her and Dave, instead opting to discuss things quietly with eachother. When she went home that day, she was feeling bad. What had she done wrong? Why were her friends ignoring her? To try and get an answer, she went onto pesterchum to see if Dave was online. When she noticed the glowing chumhandle, she sighed and pulled up a chat. chumHandle began pe

(this part is wayyy shorter than the last one) After what had happened at the mall the previous day, everyone was a little bit nervous to be around (y/n), just in case anything happened and they weren’t able to help. As far as everyone knew, Dave was the only one able to help (y/n) when it got bad. And so everyone was cautious. They didn’t really know what it was that set her off, but it normally had something to do with unwanted attention. Everyone began to look towards Dave, and even he was weary of saying or doing the wrong thing in front of her. I mean, what if he said something that set (y/n) off? He wouldn’t know wha