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"Shut up and Kiss Me Winchester" One Shot

Original Imagine Link: 

Warnings: Cussing

Word Count: 1,283

Summary: Imagine you and Dean always bullying each other until one day Dean goes over the top and it turns into more of a love-hate relationship


“Keep your hands off my fries asshat!” You slap Dean’s greedy hands away from your plate.

“Oh come on Y/N! Don’t be such a hog. You aren’t gonna finish them all anyways, sweetheart. Leave the leftovers to the men,” Dean uses one of his hands to hold you back and the other to steal more of your fries.

“You are such an asshole Dean, you know that!?” You bump Dean’s stool with your leg causing him to almost fall off his chair.

“Can you two get a room already? I think I’m about to throw up from all the 5th grade flirting,” Sam says with mock irritation as he watches you and Dean glaring each other down.

“SHUT UP SAM!” You and Dean both turn your death glares on him with blushes appearing on your cheeks.

Sam raises his hands in surrender, “I’m just kidding geez…..touchy much….” He mumbles under his breath.

“What did you say? I’m sorry couldn’t hear you?” Dean gives Sam the big brother tone daring him to say another word.

“Nothing…. NOTHING! Can we just go back to the bunker now?” Sam whines.

“Fine,” You say pushing away from the table jumping off the stool.

“About time,” Dean states grabbing the car keys out of his pocket and walking toward the bar’s exit.

Sam sighs in frustration thinking to himself, “those two really need to talk some things out. I don’t know how much more of this sexual tension I can take.”

Y/N P.O.V.

The whole ride back to the bunker is completely silent. No music. No talking. Just the rumble of the Impala’s engine on the long dark road towards home.

You glance at Dean’s reflection in the rear view mirror thinking how I could ever be attracted to such an egotistical meat head like Dean Winchester. Sure you both liked to jam out to oldies on the rock station, yeah you liked cars and he liked cars, and okay sometimes he was fucking hilarious to the point where your gut felt like busting open from laughing so hard. And….. ALRIGHT…he was pretty damn good-looking, but all that pretty doesn’t make up for him being an ass to you ever since you guys met. What was his deal? I wasn’t a bitch to him ALL the time only when I needed to be. I may not be a typical girl, being a hunter and all that kills everything going bump in the night, but I was STILL a girl. Was I just not attractive to him in his eyes? Ugh… what am I even doing to myself? This is strictly business. Everyone knows that relationships don’t end well in this kind of life. So why even bother worrying about it?

Dean’s P.O.V.

Dean glances at the rear view mirror at Y/N and once he sees her already staring at him his heart jumps in his chest as she turns her head to look away. Was she staring at me this whole time? God dammit why do I keep doing this. She doesn’t feel anything, but pure hatred towards me.  I know I have been a dick to her ever since I met her, but it’s only because she catches me completely off guard with everything she does. When Sammy and I first met her, I knew she was something special. How is a man supposed to handle a woman who seems perfect in every way? It’s been just Sammy and I for so long that I’m used to the banter and the love-hate relationship we’ve got goin’ on….but her? The thought of her makes my head go crazy. Her perfect smile, the way her nose crinkles when she laughs, the twinkle of excitement in her eyes before a hunt, and the selflessness she has for saving people is unbelievable. Knowing myself though, she would never think of me in that way. In her eyes, I’m probably just a deadbeat prick who loves to nurse his scotch from the crack of dawn to the dead of midnight.

Third P.O.V.

Dean pulls up to the bunker’s entrance and pulls in once the door to the garage slides open. As soon as the engine is shut off, Sam gets out of the car saying, “Well guys, it’s been a long night so I’m gonna go get some shut eye. Night.” He walks out of the garage and down the hall toward his room. Y/N and Dean don’t even attempt to get out of the car, but sit there like stubborn toddlers waiting for one or the other to speak up first.

Y/N decides to get this crap over with and breaks the silence. “Dean…?”

“Yeah?” Dean turns around in his seat to look at her.

“I’m-I’m…..sorry….” She looks up from staring at the floor to look at him.

“ Me too,” he nods.

“Well shit this turned into a chick flick really fast,” Y/N giggles pathetically while Dean chuckles in return.

“Yeah we aren’t too good at this are we?” He replies with a sheepish grin.

“No, not at all… you want to just drink a couple beers, watch some TV, and call it a night?” She offers, shrugging her shoulders.

“That sounds awesome and all, but I-I actually have something to tell you.” Dean stutters out nervously.

“Sure, what is it? Everything alright?” Y/N’s voice layers with concern and places a hand on his shoulder comfortingly.

“Yeah, yeah it’s just… I have- well I’ve been a complete dickhead to you ever since we first met and I wanted to apologize for everything. There is a lot of crap on my mind and taking it out on you since the beginning hasn’t been the best idea to try and ignore it.” He continues with insecurity shining in his eyes. “I know I’m not the best guy out there, being a 24/7 booze-oholic and my crappy singing in the car to the same rock songs every hour can get extremely annoying… I just feel I should tell you -the truth- to why I have been acting like such an idiot towards you…”

Y/N smiles at Dean’s efforts, “Dean it’s totally okay, honestly it’s not THAT big of a deal. Your apology is all I need.” She gets out of the car and walks around the Impala to the driver seat encouraging Dean to follow her.

“No wait,” he grabs Y/N’s arm and pulls her back to him. “I-I like you Y/N. Like…’like’ like you. I know it’s stupid, but you’re an awesome chick and I’ve never really met anyone like you.” Dean’s face burns bright red all the way to the tip of his hairline after declaring his feelings.

Y/N stares at Dean in shock, mouth open, gaping at his confession. She stares into his beautiful green eyes not believing what she’s hearing, but his expression says it all. Suddenly she is grabbing onto the lapels of his leather jacket and kissing him.

Dean is stunned by her response for a few seconds until he grabs the back of her head and returns her kiss deeply.

They kiss passionately until they have to pull away for air. Touching their foreheads together and panting, they both smile happily.

“Knew you couldn’t keep your hands off me.” Dean mumbles to her, a mocking smirk on his face.

“Shut up and kiss me again, Winchester,” Y/N teasingly demands while pulling his lips towards hers for another round.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Dean happily obliges pulling her tight against his body.

Sam secretly watches the two lovebirds from the crack of the door leading to the inside of the bunker. He noiselessly chuckles and whispers Drama Queens before leaving his big brother to make out with his new girlfriend.

“Imagine your brother giving Dean “the talk”.” One Shot

Author: nature-minded
Original Imagine:
Imagine your brother giving Dean “the talk.”
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“Y/N! Do we have to meet them? I’m not good with parents.”

Dean was so worried and nervous. You’ve never seen him like that. He was always very brave and he wasn’t scared of anything.

“You’ll be fine. They’ll love you. I promise. I have to meet them once in a while. They don’t know about our lifestyle and let’s keep it that way, okay?”

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Hey Imagineers - 

Requests and one shots are coming in way faster than we can publish them, so we need to close the ask and submissions box just until things we catch up; they will officially close 12 PM EST on April 19.

While our ask and submission boxes are closed, we will delete any imagines that are sent in via fan mail immediately.

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"The Stuff of Nightmares" (Sam X Reader) One Shot

Author: angelwingsandimagines
Original Imagine: 

Word count: 645

Warnings: None


You awoke later than usual, not that it mattered. After finishing up a particularly messy hunt the day before, you and the boys got in the impala and drove until Dean couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer, You pulled into a motel for the night, meaning you were free to be relax and actually get some downtime with Sam before you hit the road again.

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"Nerves" One Shot

Original Imagine Link: N/A

Summary: (A/N) I saw that an Anon mentioning the lack of Chuck imagines, so I kind of went and made my own. So, Imagine meeting Chuck and calming him down right before he has to speak at a convention.

Warnings: Social Anxiety, minor cursing, hints of depression and self-loathing

Word Count: 839


Chuck Shurley never was one to function at their best in regular social situations. He definitely wasn’t the type of person who thought they could hold the attention of an audience who adored him-or rather the visions he managed to put on paper. Although Sam and Dean had threatened him not to continue publishing his Supernatural stories, they never told him he couldn’t keep the fanbase going. Which was why Chuck was now uncomfortably sitting in a high school cafeteria waiting to go on stage.

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"Imagine Falling in Love With Charlie" One Shot

Author: getthesaltandguns

Original Imagine: 

Warnings: none

A/N: I didn’t think there was enough Charlie one-shots so I wrote one.

Word Count: 521

Fic/Link to Fic:

You fixed your white Queen Amidala top as you walked through the hotel at Comic Con. You saw a game set up of the newest installment of your favorite game and started playing the demo.

"Pretty rad, huh," you heard, jumping a tad.

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"Imagine going for a walk and listening to Castiel tell you about the stars singing" One Shot

Original Imagine Link
Warnings: None
Word Count: 597

It was late at night. The calm breeze felt cool on my face. I was walking with Castiel. I told him I could walk alone, but he wanted to come along. Truth was, I didn’t mind, Cas was always good company.

I was so deep in thought that I didn’t notice that Cas wasn’t walking beside me anymore. I stopped suddenly and turned around. I saw him a few feet behind me, staring up at the sky. I ran over to him.

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"Chapter 1 - C’mon sweetheart, don’t act surprised" Dean Fic

Author: Supernatural-reader
Original Imagine link: Chapter 1 
Warnings: none
Word count: 600
Summary: It’s a story about Jasmine(you) and the brothers. She saves Dean’s life and they eventually fall for each other. Dean goes back in time and alters some things which leads to where they are today! 
Last night was one of the longest nights of my life. There was food, alcohol and hot men. I’m no expert but when you mix the latter two together, you create an exhausting night for yourself. I woke up this morning with the light from the sun shining on my body. It smelled fresh- the sunlight or rather, I felt fresh after relaxing for almost seven hours. I could remember bluntly, there was dancing and kissing and maybe something more that I didn’t seem to remember. I laid in my bed for few minutes facing the window, breathing in the warmth of the room with a half smile on my face. 
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"Getting into a mud fight with Dean" One Shot

Author: themrsdeanwinchester
Original Imagine Link: 
Warnings: None :)
Word Count: 421

“Well, that took a hell of a lot longer than I expected it to,” Dean said.

“Yeah,” you said through a sigh.

The two of you where making your way back to the Impala after a rough run in with a Shapeshifter. It had been raining all day so the ground was slick with mud.

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