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Summary: sam finds you unable to fall asleep, drowsiness turns into sweet confessions
Pairings: sam winchester x reader. height difference implied. childhood friends!
warnings: fluff, cursing, shirtless sam cuz yeah that's a warning in itself, no use of (y/n), not edited at all bro-
word count: 1.4k
notes: RAHH i don't like this one very much but its cute and i was kicking my feet while writing this.
the night was cold, too cold. even though you felt sam lying beside you, you couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. perhaps it was intrusive thoughts of the last hunt, loud, blaring thoughts. or maybe it was the uncomfortable motel bed you still haven't gotten used to like the two brothers.
you shift, eyes falling to the clock on the bedside table first. 3AM. a groan leaves your lips at the sight because you knew you had to be back up in about 3 hours.
but then your eyes fall on the beautiful man sleeping next to you in bed. you see, there were two twin XL sized beds in this musty motel room. sam didn't want you to take the pull out and you didn't want him to either so you ended up agreeing on sharing the bed while dean slept alone on the other.
you didn't mind, it was an excuse to lay next to your crush. but after 3 hours of restlessness, you regret it because now you feared waking him.
you sit up, rubbing your drowsy eyes and sliding your legs out of the bed. you don't see sam unconsciously stirring on the bed as he feels the absence of your warmth gone even in his sleep.
fixing your sleep shirt and the gym shorts you threw on to sleep,you stand up from the bed and wobble over to the sliding doors of the motel’s balcony; bare feet platting against the cheap tiled floor.
you discreetly open the balcony door, you cringe internally when it creaks as it slides just enough for you to fit your body through it while barely making a sound.
the cold night air hits you like the most comforting wave, making you hug your torso when you lean your elbows on the railing.
you think about the recent events that have unfolded since you joined the winchesters in their hunting. the constant brushes with death, the gruesome sights youve seen. you always felt tense nowadays, like your body was stuck in this permanent trance of fight or flight. it made sleeping harder.
a few moments, the peaceful silence is interrupted when you hear the balcony door slide further open with another creak. you whip around just to meet sam’s eyes, a soft smile spreading across your face.
“hey…why are you awake?” you ask cautiously, turning only halfway to look at him.
he was holding the blanket along his chest for modesty, still shirtless under the soft cloth. “i could ask you the same…” he mumbles, hoarsely, his sleepy voice stirring a pleasant feeling in your chest. he walks up to you, standing in front of you by the railing. “something wrong?...” the way he says your name so kindly sends a wave of reassurance and comfort through you. it reminded me why you loved him so much. that was a scary thought though so you pushed it away.
“just couldn't sleep” you say truthfully, there was no point in lying to him anyway. he nods in understanding, tugging the blanket around himself.
in a swift motion, he drapes the blanket over your shoulders and his own so you're sharing the warmth but he maintains a respectable enough distance from you so he doesn't make you uncomfortable. part of you wanted to be closer. no all of you. you'd be lying to yourself if you haven't imagined laying on his chest, cuddling up to him.
he knew how stressful this has all been for you, you've been friends since diapers and he knew you better than anyone. he could tell how you were feeling with a glance, and vice versa.
but this whole hunting thing was still new to you, it was still scary. and he didn't blame you. “i know you too well to believe in, ‘just couldn't sleep’” he muses under his breath
the protectiveness he felt for you drowning the tired ache in his muscles.
“im just a bit shaken up…” you admit in a soft whisper, keeping the stillness of the night. “im still not used to hunting things. seeing all that you see every day.”
he nods shortly, tilting his head down slightly to meet your gaze. “mhm…i understand.” he was once in your position. when his brother called him to hunt again, to continue the family business. it was unnerving. but hes developed thick skin after everything hes been through, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or bad thing.
“but you know id always be here, right..?” he breaks the still silence once again. your heart pumps loudly in your ear at his words and the promise that came with them.
you look up at him, eyes narrowing but landing on his own. its like this magnetic pull, overwhelming but pleasant. “yeah…yeah i know” you whisper, you hand brushing against his. it felt like sparks. you didnt want this moment to end, not so soon. “i just felt so scared today. when that thing attacked…i just- i thought i was going to die” you say with a humorless chuckle, shaking your head.
sam softens, concern and care written all over his face as he looks at you. that was his biggest fear about having you hunting with him; you getting hurt. or worse, dying. it killed him to even think about it.
with a hesitant hand, he reaches up and lifts your chin with his index finger and his thumb. the way he whispers your name catches your breath. “...i don't know what i’d you if something happened to you.” he whispers sincerely.
his eyes tell you he wants to say more, but he hesitates. “what?” you urge, tilting your head up and to the side to follow his gaze.
sam knows he feels deeply, but he feels wrong expressing it. “its just…i just care deeply about you, you know?” he mutters carefully, every single word he was saying was meticulously chosen.
you shift your body, facing him completely now. you reach up, plucking his hand from you chin to hold it tenderly; lacing your fingers with his. you stayed silent, but your eyes urged him to keep going. there was a bubbling in your stomach that hinted at what he was trying to say, so you waited.
sam gulps, mirroring you and facing you as well, neck craning down to meet your eyes. his palms felt sweaty, eyes darting to every corner of the world except your eyes. “i like you” he blurs out, but a few beats later feels stupid.
‘like’ felt like something you'd say to your high school crush, not the person of your dreams. he curses under his breath, running a hand through his hair anxiously. “no-no…i…jesus fuck- i love you. i love you.” he continues, finally meeting your eyes.
in his head, you wouldn't believe him unless he was looking into your soul for dear life. “i tried to stop feeling this way, but i cant. youre all i think about, day in and day out. my person, and god- i cant live without you. just the thought of it makes me-” you cut him off with a hug.
your arms wrap around his bare waist, pressing your cheek against his chest as the blanket around you both cocoon you safety together. you can feel the steady beat of his heart against your skin, his warmth radiating to you. he melts into your touch, pressing his lips against the top of your head.
the weight of the feelings settle, and even after your silent confirmation that you reciprocate those feelings. he still wanted, no needed, to hear it coming from your sweet lips. “...you love me too?” he eventually asks, leaning back just enough to look down at you.
you look up at him, offering him a playful but awe full smile. “of course i do…” you mumble. your hands slowly travel up his sides, caressing him and stopping on his cheeks. your thumbs gently rub across his cheek bones, pulling his face down slowly, giving him more than enough time to back out if he wants to.
but he doesn't. in fact, he meets you in the middle for a tender kiss. it felt cliche, but your felt sparks flying between you. even though the kiss was slow, sweet, it was exciting. the idea of kissing your best friend after years of yearning, it was almost like a reward.
you pull back slightly, disconnecting your lips and taking sharp breaths. he rests his forehead against yours, you return it. a soft chuckle escapes your lips, and he echoes it. the weight of years being taken off of your shoulders. “god, we we're screwed” you mumble with a giddy grin, earning another lighthearted chuckle from him.
you knew damn well so much more change would come upon you, but this time, it wasn't bad change. it wasn't scary. because you had sam.
(divider by @kodaswrld)
Omg, thank you so much <3 That is literally the cutest thing I've ever fucking read!
sam’s shy gf headcanons. s.w. ₊˚⊹⋆
sam winchester x fem! reader
ᰔ summary: general shy dating hc again!! spoiler; sam is the softest, most patient boyfriend ever. he understands your awkwardness, your shyness, your nervousness—all of it—and he loves you for it.
⤿ warnings: lots of cuteness, emotional moments/support, comfort!! soft boy affection overload, sam being the gentlest giant to ever giant, safe relationship energy that might make you cry, pre-established relationship.
⤿ notes: on the request of the sweet @everythingisaspectrum!! sorry this took so long (╥﹏╥) for anyone worried on the taglist who signed on just for dean, just hit me up and ill make sure to not tag you on any other characters. plus the taglist got an update!!
HE DOES GROCERY SHOPPING IF YOU’RE TOO STRESSED.. But not in a ‘ugh, fine I’ll go’ way. No, this man is walking out the door with a list you scribbled and texting you stuff like “Do you want the strawberry yogurt or the peach? I forgot which one’s your favorite :(“
HAND-HOLDING IS HIS FAVORITE THING EVER.. He knows you’re shy about PDA, so he never forces it, but when you do reach for his hand? Oh, he cherishes it. He’ll squeeze your fingers gently, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, completely focused on you.
LOVES HEARING YOU TALK ABOUT THE THINGS YOU LOVE.. Even if you’re shy, when you finally start opening up about something you’re passionate about? Sam is so happy. He’ll listen intently, nodding along, asking questions— just completely mesmerized by how cute you look when you get excited.
SAM READS TO YOU.. Like actually, out loud. You’re laying in bed, curled up under a blanket, and he’s got a book in one hand, your hand in the other. He has the most soothing voice ever and every few lines he’ll glance over at you with the softest smile like, “Still with me, sweetheart?”
LOVES IT WHEN YOU GET SLEEPY AND CLINGY.. If you ever get too tired to keep up your usual shyness and just snuggle into him, Sam is in heaven. He’ll wrap you up in his arms, stroking your hair, whispering, “You can fall asleep, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”
HE KEEPS A LITTLE MENTAL LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU ANXIOUS.. Crowds, loud places, random new people — he notices and makes plans around it. If you’re ever somewhere you don’t like, he’ll quietly lean over and whisper, “Want to head out, babe?” And if you nod? He’s already guiding you out like a prince in plaid.
HE LEGIT BRAGS ABOUT YOU IN PRIVATE.. Like, if he’s talking to Dean or someone he trusts, he gets this dreamy little smile and is like, “She’s shy, yeah… but she’s got the biggest heart. Smartest girl I’ve ever met.” He’s so down BAD.
WHEN YOU’RE OVERWHELMED, HE GIVES YOU HIS HOODIE.. And i mean, immediately. You’re not even asking, he just sees you getting overwhelmed and wordlessly tugs it off, wraps it around you, and kisses your hair. Now you smell like him and feel safe.
SAM IS OBSESSED WITH YOUR VOICE WHEN YOU TALK JUST TO HIM.. You might be quiet around others, but when it’s just the two of you? When you’re cuddling and whispering things only he gets to hear? He treasures it. He’ll literally say, “I love your voice. It’s like… peaceful.”
HE NOTICES EVERY TINY CHANGE IN YOUR MOOD.. You don’t even have to say anything; he can just tell. He’ll come up behind you, wrap his arms around your waist, rest his chin on your shoulder and softly ask, “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
HE HAS A BABY VOICE, JUST FOR YOU.. Not like silly-baby talk, but that extra soft, affectionate tone that only comes out when he’s holding you close or waking you up in the morning. “C’mon, sweetheart… time to get up. I made your tea.” Like PLEASE he’s your emotional support giant.
HE’S SO GENTLE WHEN YOU’RE UPSET.. If something’s bothering you, he’ll never push you to talk, but he’ll always make sure you know he’s there. He’ll rub slow circles on your back, murmur soothing words, and just be there until you’re ready to open up.
SAM LOVES WHEN YOU PLAY WITH HIS HAIR.. You’re shy about touching him, but the first time you nervously threaded your fingers through his hair? Sam melted. He closed his eyes, leaned into your touch, and let out the softest sigh. Now he begs for it. “C’mere, baby. Just for a minute.”
YOU HAVE A SAFE WORD FOR SOCIAL EXITS.. Sam came up with it. Like if you’re somewhere that’s draining you, all you have to do is say the word (maybe something dumb and cute like ‘moose tracks’) and he’ll immediately get you out, no questions.
HE WRITES YOU NOTES.. Like little sticky notes with stuff like “Drink water today, babe <3” or “I miss you, even if you’re just in the next room” and sticks them where you’ll find them. Your journal, your laptop, the fridge, your pillow, everywhere.
HE FINDS YOUR AWKWARDNESS SO HOT.. Like when you try to be flirty but your voice shakes? Or you avoid eye contact after saying something bold? Sam is grinning so hard. He’ll bite his lip and softly say, “That was really cute. Keep going.” and you’re immediately done for.
IF YOU CRY, HE’S IN FULL ON SOFT MODE.. No panic, no ‘don’t cry’ BS. He just holds you close, rocks you gently, and says stuff like, “Let it out, sweetheart. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” Literal human comfort blanket.
HE NEEDS A KISS BEFORE BED.. Even if it’s just a shy little peck. And if you’re being all bashful and hiding your face under the covers? He’ll laugh softly and coax you out with kisses to your hands. “Don’t hide that pretty face, baby.”
HE BUYS YOU BOOKS THAT REMIND HIM OF YOU.. The titles are always something like “Quiet is Beautiful” or “Loving Someone Soft” or just some cheesy romance novel with a blushing heroine. He always scribbles a note inside like “Saw this and thought of you. You’re my favorite.”
HE LIVES FOR THE LATE NIGHT CONVOS.. You’re in bed, half-asleep, and you whisper something like “do you think the stars look different in heaven?” and this man is suddenly wide awake and in full philosophical mode, holding you and telling you what he thinks while stroking your arm.
HE TOTALLY PICKS UP ON YOUR SOCIAL ANXIETY AND SUBTLY HELPS YOU OUT.. If you’re in a conversation and get flustered, Sam will gently step in without making it obvious. He’ll steer the conversation smoothly so you don’t feel pressured to talk too much, all while giving you reassuring little touches, like a hand on your back.
SAM OFFERS YOU HIS JACKET WITHOUT YOU ASKING.. Cold? You get the jacket. Nervous? You get the jacket. Just existing in the world? Guess what, you’re getting the damn jacket. It’s like a hug from him, and you know he gets a little weak seeing you wrapped up in it.
HE NEVER LETS YOU DOUBT HOW MUCH HE WANTS YOU.. You’re quiet and might have moments of thinking you’re too awkward or not enough. Sam sees it immediately and pulls you into the warmest hug, whispering, “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, sweetheart. Don’t ever think you’re not.”
ADORES THE WAY YOU TUCK YOURSELF INTO HIS SIDE.. Like a little shy koala. If you ever burrow into him, face in his chest, holding onto his flannel? He’s DONE. He’ll just wrap you up and murmur, “God, I love you so much.”
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Shatter
Event: Angstpril 2025 ; hosted by @chaos-company Fandom: Supernatural Ship: Castiel x Dean Winchester | Destiel Rating: T Tags: My boyfriend said it ouch in a good way (he said I can quote him on it)
It will forever be one of Dean’s biggest regrets. Not saying anything, taking the time to process what was actually said, and not responding—not reacting in any way. Cas had said the words so softly that Dean wasn’t sure what it was, until the words branded themselves in his brain. Something he’d never be able to wash off or forget.
I love you
That was what left Cas’ lips. He could feel the anguish from the angel more than he could hear it. The words spoken as a last resort. His way of letting Dean into the deepest parts of him yet unexplored by any mortal being. Parts that Dean had subliminally been begging for over the years they’d spent together.
Little echoes of Cas’ voice lingered, when the man himself didn't. Dean tried to convince himself that it wasn’t Cas’ choice. That nobody could have foreseen him being swallowed into Hell as the conclusion to the story, and Dean knew. He couldn’t go back there. He had a one free access pass to Crowley’s domain and he had already used it.
A year before when a demon pulled Cas away from Dean. Again in a situation just like he was faced with right then.
Dean could hear the crack when he fell to his knees in that dusty warehouse. The place that was forever immortalised as where their story began—and ended. No interlude, no body of work. Just Cas saying those wretched words that Dean had waited for. Begged for. Dreamed about.
He stared at the spot where Cas was standing only moments before.
Saw the tears that glimmered as he said the words an angel was banned to speak. But, for Dean, he let go of propriety yet again.
The moment was akin to a heated blade searing its way into Dean’s stomach. On the inside there would barely be a mark to show what he had gone through, but god. The pain.
His throat felt raw and it was only when he felt Sam’s hand on his shoulder that he realised it’d been him screaming. Yelling out for an angel no longer there, a miracle that was never his for the taking.
A prayer that wouldn’t get answered.
“I love you too.” Words that he whispered so soft, with only himself and Sam as witnesses to the weighted statement. One that Cas would never hear.
And what tore Dean apart was that now, with only Crowley and kin for company, Cas would never know how loved he really was. How highly ranked he really was in Dean’s head.
That all the sacrifices and deviance from his path had never been for nought.
That he was who Dean turned to in times of need and elation.
“I LOVE YOU.” The second time he used all of his strength to scream. All the feelings that he’d bottled up under the guise of needing to get the job done, and that they weren’t ready, flowed into his voice. And for only a second, he could pretend that Cas heard it.
That he wasn’t too late, and that Cas would come back.
For a second. He could believe that it would be alright.
Idea for any Sabriel fic writers out there, Gabriel can make clones of himself. We know this people, so why can’t I find any fics fluff or smut or otherwise about Sam dealing with Gabriel’s clones. They can ‘entertain’ or annoy him idc I just thought of this and now I want it. idk if the fic exists already or not but if it doesn’t can someone please write it???
Anybody has good Wincest fics recs?
Preferably with both being in character (cause I read one to many OOCs at this point), explicit but with plot around it and no AUs (as in the only one I'll allow is Canon Divergence)?
Even if it's 100k+ words. I'm willing to get into that.
Enchanting Christmas
i love this Scottish woman so much
Rowena MacLeod x Reader
No Pronouns used!!
Summary: Rowena, the enchanting witch, confesses to the reader that the holiday season has awakened new emotions within her. The two share a magical moment, culminating in a kiss that transcends the ordinary. As they celebrate the festive season together, they discover the unexpected joy of love in the midst of holiday magic.
Enchanting Christmas
The snow fell gently outside the bunker, creating a serene winter wonderland. The scent of pine and the soft glow of Christmas lights filled the air. Rowena, the powerful and enchanting witch, had decided to join the Winchesters for the holiday season, and you couldn't have been more thrilled.
As the three of you gathered around the roaring fireplace, sipping hot cocoa, Rowena couldn't help but notice the way your eyes sparkled with joy. She had always been drawn to your warmth and kindness, and Christmas seemed to amplify those qualities.
One evening, Rowena approached you as you admired the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree. "Y/N, darling, may I have a word?" she purred, her Scottish accent weaving a magical spell.
You turned to face her, a smile gracing your lips. "Of course, Rowena. What's on your mind?"
Rowena took your hand and led you to a cozy corner of the bunker, away from prying eyes. There, surrounded by the soft glow of candles, she cast a subtle enchantment to make the moment even more magical.
"Y/N, I must admit, this Christmas season has brought out a side of me I never thought I'd embrace," Rowena confessed, her eyes softening.
You looked at her with curiosity, feeling the genuine vulnerability beneath her powerful exterior.
"Spending time with you, the Winchesters, and the festive spirit has awakened something within me," Rowena continued, her hand tracing patterns on yours. "I find myself drawn to the warmth you exude, the joy you bring to those around you."
A blush tinted your cheeks as you met Rowena's gaze. "I feel the same way, Rowena. Christmas wouldn't be the same without you."
Rowena leaned in, capturing your lips in a soft and lingering kiss. It felt like a spell, a magical connection that transcended the ordinary. The enchantment deepened, and the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in a cocoon of holiday magic.
Wrapped in each other's arms, you and Rowena shared a quiet moment, savoring the magic of Christmas and the unexpected warmth of love that had blossomed between you.
As you pulled away, Rowena whispered against your ear, "Merry Christmas, my darling. May this holiday be as enchanting as you are."
And with that, you both returned to the festivities, hand in hand, ready to celebrate a Christmas filled with magic, love, and the unexpected joy of newfound connections.
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AHHHH i just want to marry her so bad!!!
Misletoe Moments
what?! there's more?!
Jack Kline x Reaer
No Pronouns used!!
Summary: As the holiday season wraps its magic around the bunker, Jack Kline finds himself intrigued by the mysterious allure of mistletoe. Little does he know that this Christmas will bring about more than just festive decorations.
Mistletoe Moments
The bunker was adorned with festive lights, stockings hung with care, and a towering Christmas tree that nearly brushed the ceiling. The Winchester brothers had spared no effort in transforming their home into a winter wonderland, complete with the scent of cinnamon and the warmth of a crackling fire.
Amidst the holiday cheer, Jack Kline, the Nephilim with a heart as pure as snow, marveled at the decorations. His eyes widened with childlike wonder as he took in the twinkling lights and the delicate ornaments that adorned the tree.
You, the reader, had been helping with the decorations, sharing laughter and stories as you worked alongside Sam and Dean. Jack couldn't help but feel a flutter in his chest whenever he caught a glimpse of your smile. There was something about the holiday spirit that made everything seem brighter, especially when you were around.
One day, as Jack wandered through the bunker, he noticed a small sprig of mistletoe hanging above the doorway to the kitchen. Curiosity filled his eyes as he recalled the tales of holiday traditions he had heard from the Winchesters.
"Mistletoe," he mused to himself, the word rolling off his tongue with fascination.
Unbeknownst to Jack, you had caught wind of his musings. With a mischievous twinkle in your eye, you decided to take matters into your own hands. It was Christmas, after all, and a little bit of festive magic never hurt anyone.
Later that evening, the bunker was alive with the sound of laughter and the aroma of holiday feasts. The three of you gathered around the table, sharing stories and savoring the warmth of the season.
As Jack reached for a plate, you subtly nudged him, directing his attention to the mistletoe above the doorway. A playful smile danced on your lips, and Jack's confusion turned into realization.
"Oh, mistletoe," he said, a blush tinting his cheeks. "I've read that standing under it means… well, it means something."
You chuckled, nodding in agreement. "It's a Christmas tradition. If two people find themselves beneath the mistletoe, they're supposed to share a kiss."
Jack's eyes widened, his gaze flickering between you and the mistletoe. There was a moment of hesitation, but then a soft smile spread across his face. The warmth of the holiday season seemed to intensify as he took a step closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek.
Underneath the mistletoe, surrounded by the laughter of friends and the glow of Christmas lights, Jack Kline shared a sweet, magical kiss with you—a moment that would forever be etched in the memories of this special holiday season.
And so, in the bunker filled with love, laughter, and a touch of celestial magic, Christmas became more than just a celebration of tradition. It became a time of unexpected joy and the beginning of something beautiful for Jack and you.
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he deserves the world. no, scratch that, he deserves the universe!
Heavenly Christmas
another present for you? 👀
Castiel Novak x Reader
No Pronouns used!!
Summary: Castiel experiences Christmas traditions for the first time with the Winchester brothers and the reader. As they decorate the tree and exchange gifts, Castiel learns about the holiday spirit. The story culminates in a magical moment under the mistletoe, where Castiel and the reader share a sweet kiss, making it a Christmas to remember for everyone involved.
Heavenly Christmas
It was Christmas Eve, and the bunker was adorned with twinkling lights and the scent of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air. You were busy decorating the Christmas tree with Sam and Dean, the festive atmosphere filling your heart with warmth.
Suddenly, the familiar sound of fluttering wings echoed through the room, and there stood Castiel, his trench coat slightly dusted with snow. He looked at the tree with curiosity, his blue eyes reflecting the lights.
"What is the purpose of this tree?" Castiel asked, his voice as serious as ever.
You chuckled, handing him a string of lights. "It's a Christmas tree, Cas. It's a tradition. People decorate it to celebrate the holiday season."
Castiel examined the lights in his hands, then glanced at you. "I am not familiar with Christmas traditions. How does one properly celebrate?"
Sam grinned. "Well, we exchange gifts, have a big feast, and spend time with loved ones. And tomorrow, we'll open presents under the tree."
Castiel nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I would like to participate in this celebration."
As the night progressed, the four of you decorated the tree together, sharing stories and laughter. Castiel listened intently, absorbing the concept of Christmas with genuine interest.
Later, you all gathered around the fireplace, enjoying the warmth it provided. Castiel sat next to you, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames.
"Hey, Cas," you said, handing him a beautifully wrapped box. "Merry Christmas."
Castiel took the gift, examining it carefully. With a nod, he began to unwrap it, revealing a cozy scarf.
"I noticed you don't get cold, but I thought it might be a nice addition to your wardrobe," you explained.
Castiel smiled, a rare expression that lit up the room. "Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate the sentiment."
The evening continued with laughter, music, and shared moments that made it a truly magical Christmas. As the clock struck midnight, you found yourself under the mistletoe with Castiel.
He looked at the plant curiously, then back at you. "What is the significance of this?"
"It's a tradition," you replied, smiling. "If two people stand under the mistletoe, they have to kiss."
Castiel nodded, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your lips. It was a soft, sweet moment that seemed to pause time, creating a memory you would cherish for Christmases to come.
In that moment, surrounded by friends and love, you couldn't help but feel that this Christmas was truly heavenly.
And so, in the warmth of the bunker, with snow falling gently outside, you celebrated a Christmas that would forever be etched in your heart, filled with love, laughter, and the unexpected joy of sharing traditions with an angel named Castiel.
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i swear if anyone hurts this angel, everyone near me will be dead
Christmas Tides
i have an early Christmas present for you!!
Sam Winchester X Reader
No Pronouns used!!
Summary: Sam Winchester surprises the reader with a heartfelt gift and invites them to share a quiet and cozy night together away from hunting. The two exchange stories, laughter, and meaningful glances. As snow falls outside, they find a moment of respite and connection, sealed with a sweet kiss under the mistletoe.
Christmas Tides
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the bunker, not a creature was stirring, not even a monster. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.
Sam Winchester was nestled all snug in his bed, visions of hunts dancing in his head. You, his favorite partner in all things supernatural, were in the room next door, dreaming of a peaceful Christmas and maybe a little more.
The Winchesters had faced many dangers and foes, but tonight they were taking a break from hunting those crows. The Impala was parked, the weapons were stashed, as the brothers settled in for a much-needed rest.
As the clock struck midnight, a soft knock on your door woke you from sleep. You opened it slowly, wondering who it could be. To your surprise, there stood Sam, a small smile on his face, holding a cup of hot cocoa, a gift wrapped with grace.
"Hey," he whispered, his hazel eyes warm, "I thought we could enjoy a quiet night, just you and me, away from the monsters and the things we can't see."
You grinned in response, inviting him in. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the Christmas tree's shimmering bin. Sam handed you the cocoa, its warmth seeping through the cup. You took a sip, the rich flavor lifting your spirits up.
"I got you a little something," he confessed, handing over the gift with a bashful smile. You unwrapped it carefully, finding a pendant with a charm—a tiny silver angel, a token of his charm.
"It's beautiful," you said, touched by the gesture. Sam blushed, his cheeks turning a shade of rosy red. The room was filled with a warm, cozy glow, as the two of you sat side by side on the bed.
The conversation flowed like a gentle stream, tales of Christmases past and dreams that did gleam. Sam's laughter echoed through the room, a sound that chased away any hint of gloom. You shared stories and exchanged glances, creating memories that time enhances.
Outside, snow began to fall, a soft blanket covering the ground, muffling the world's sound. The two of you watched the flakes dance, a moment of peace, a sweet romance. In that quiet night, under the Christmas light, something shifted, a connection so right.
As the clock struck two, you exchanged goodnights, knowing that tomorrow brought new fights. Yet, for now, in this silent night, Sam Winchester and you found a moment of respite. Underneath the mistletoe, he pressed a gentle kiss, sealing the night with a promise of bliss.
So, in the bunker, where dangers reside, love blossomed during the Christmas tide. Sam and you, a duo so true, faced the darkness with hearts anew.
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i just love him so much 🥺
A Messy Christmas Surprise
alright so i'm making little christmas drabbles for Dean, Sam, Jack, Cas, and Rowena! for all of the Dean lovers out there, here is a special little treat!
Dean Winchester x Reader
No pronouns used!!
Summary: Dean and the reader are baking Christmas treats at the bunker while Sam is on a hunt. Amidst the festive chaos, Dean cracks an egg on the reader's head, leading to a playful flour fight. Dean then picks the reader up over his shoulder, and they share a laughter-filled moment. Sam returns, finding the kitchen in disarray, and discovers Dean and the reader surrounded by flour and baking ingredients. The messy holiday surprise becomes a memorable Christmas memory for the Winchester trio.
A Messy Christmas Surprise
The bunker was adorned with twinkling lights, and the aroma of cinnamon and vanilla filled the air as Dean and you gathered ingredients for your Christmas baking extravaganza. Sam had headed out on a solo hunt, leaving you and Dean to tackle the holiday treats together.
As you worked side by side, measuring flour and cracking eggs, the atmosphere was festive and filled with laughter. Christmas music played softly in the background, creating the perfect backdrop for your baking escapade.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Dean slyly reached over and cracked an egg on your head, leaving you stunned and dripping with gooey egg whites. "Dean!" you exclaimed, wiping the egg off your face. He burst into laughter, thoroughly amused by his impromptu prank.
"Oh, that's payback for all those times you beat me at poker," Dean chuckled, still laughing at his own cleverness.
You shot him a playful glare before concocting a plan for retaliation. Grabbing a handful of flour, you tossed it at Dean, coating him in a powdery white cloud. He blinked, momentarily taken aback, before breaking into a grin.
"You asked for it!" you declared, holding back giggles. Dean mock-growled, attempting to feign anger but failing miserably as he burst into laughter once again.
The flour-covered kitchen now looked like a battleground of holiday chaos, but you were both having the time of your lives. However, Dean had one more surprise up his sleeve. With a swift motion, he scooped you up over his shoulder, causing you to squeal with surprise.
"Dean Winchester, put me down!" you laughed, lightly smacking his back.
"Nah, you've got flour on your hands. Can't risk you retaliating again," Dean teased, carrying you around the kitchen as you continued to protest.
Just as the two of you were lost in your playful banter, the bunker door swung open. Sam, covered in dried blood, walked in with a tired yet satisfied expression. He took in the scene before him – the messy kitchen, the flour-covered couple, and the unmistakable sound of laughter.
"Am I interrupting something?" Sam asked, a bemused smile playing on his lips.
Dean, still holding you over his shoulder, looked at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Just a little Christmas baking surprise, Sammy."
You grinned, feeling the warmth of the holiday season and the joy of being surrounded by family, even in the midst of floury chaos. As Sam chuckled at the sight before him, Dean gently set you down, and the three of you shared a laughter-filled Christmas moment in the bunker.
Heartbeat Symphony
AHHHH i love this man too much lmao. this is short and sweet so have fun my lovelies!
how have i not written for this man yet like-
Dean Winchester x Reader
No pronouns used
Summary: After a long day on the road, the couple finds solace in the comfort of the Impala. The story explores the quiet moments between hunts, emphasizing the deep connection and love they share. Back at the bunker, they unwind together, appreciating the simplicity of being a team both in and out of the field. The narrative highlights the strength of their bond and the sense of home they find in each other's company.
Heartbeat Symphony
Dean Winchester sat in the driver's seat of the Impala, one hand casually resting on the steering wheel as he glanced over at you. The rhythmic hum of the engine was the backdrop to the comfortable silence that filled the car. You had been on the road for hours, chasing down the latest lead on a case, and now the two of you were finally heading back to the bunker.
As Dean drove, he stole glances at you, appreciating the way the soft glow from the dashboard highlighted the contours of your face. The quiet moments between hunts were just as precious as the action-packed ones. He reached over, fingers brushing against yours, and a warm smile formed on his lips as he interlaced them.
"You doing okay, Y/N?" Dean asked, his voice a soothing melody that echoed through the Impala.
You nodded, leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, just tired. Ready to get back and hit the hay."
Dean chuckled, the sound vibrating through both of you. "Well, we make a damn good team, don't we?"
You smirked, lifting your head to meet his eyes. "The best. Team Winchester."
As the familiar sight of the bunker came into view, Dean couldn't help but feel a swell of contentment. The two of you had been through so much together, and yet, every moment felt like a new adventure with you by his side.
Once inside the bunker, you kicked off your boots and flopped down onto the worn-out couch in the library. Dean joined you, sitting close enough that your shoulders brushed against each other. He reached for the TV remote, flicking through the channels until he found an old black-and-white movie.
"You know," Dean said, his arm finding its way around your shoulders, "we make a pretty good team in and out of the field."
You laughed, snuggling closer. "Yeah, we do. I wouldn't want to hunt monsters with anyone else."
Dean turned his head, planting a soft kiss on your forehead. "Me neither, Y/N."
The movie played in the background, but you found yourself more captivated by the steady cadence of Dean's heartbeat. It was a comforting symphony, a reminder that you were home, safe in the arms of the person you loved.
As the night wore on, you both drifted off to sleep on the couch, tangled together in a mess of limbs and blankets. The bunker echoed with the quiet sounds of the TV and the distant hum of the machinery that kept the place running.
In the darkness, Dean whispered words of love, promises, and gratitude, knowing that every day with you was a gift. And as you slept, you couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of his love surround you like a protective embrace. Together, you faced the challenges that came your way, hand in hand, heart in heart, a team bound by something stronger than any supernatural force – love.
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i loved writing this OMG!! i can't believe i haven't written for Dean yet. i absolutely adore him so so much lmao
Hello my stars! Sorry I’ve been gone for so long :,) but it is now summer and have too much time so please give me all requests you want!^^
Fandoms I will write for
Supernatural (platonic and romantic)
- Team free will
-Jack
-Crowley
-Rowena
-all the arch angels but Raphael
The black phone (platonic or romantic)
- dead boys crew
-Finney and Gwen Blake
Yurri voice (platonic or romantic)
- Everyone but Derek
(I couldn’t find a gif sorry, my stars🥲)
What I won’t write
Smut
Yandere
Hurt no comfort
Abuse
Piss or shit kinks
Child x adult (romantic)
Cis Fem readers
What I will write
Child x adult (PLATONIC)
Trans fem and masc readers
Male readers
Hurt with comfort
And pretty much anything else
Preferences for requests
Try to be at least a little specific in what you want and some story stuff you want ^^