#gun!reader

𓂃 a girl is a gun—literally.

⋆ bang! here comes gun .ᐟ reader

when dean winchesters custom Colt M1911A1 is turned human by the hands of a witch.

to her surprise—and his—she emerged from smoke after being tossed away carelessly by the witch. the only thing adorning her body was cowboy boots, and a white top; lace panties covering your bottom half.

the witch was killed and she was taken back to the bunker, hand prints were engraved into her thighs—due to how much dean would use his gun back when she wasn't human. she would find herself tracing along them when zoned out: subconsciously.

that woman could hit any target perfectly, yet couldn't tie her own shoes for the life of her—not that she wanted to learn, she just wants to wear her boots! somehow she always has ammo on her, whether it be witch killing bullets or ones engraved with devils traps.

when she saw dean ordering a coke once, she had to try it and now it has to be accessible for her at all times or she will have a fit; then stay mad at the boys until one of them gets it for her (usually dean).

library .ᐟ

! more about cali

! country music girl

! lighter.ᐟreader meets cali

sunny yaps! THIS IS HEAVENLY INSPIRED BY @daylighted BABY!READER!! LIKE HELLO SO CREATIVEE!! THIS IS ACTUALLY SO BAD BUT SHE WAS BREWING IN MY HEAD AND I HAD TO SET HER FREE! ILL PROBABLY EDIT THIS TOMORROW BC IT IS LATEEEE

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❝ my big black jacked up truck !❞

dean winchester x gun.ᐟreader

when you came into dean's life with a bang, he knew you were here to stay. you knew all the lyrics to his favorite songs, copied the way he'd strum his fingers along the steering wheel. your body sat in his lap, your hands atop his watching with awe as he drives. you'd heard a thousand different rock songs and could name almost every single one, but you weren't a fan.

you were sat on his lap like usual, the car parked as he skimmed through the radio. huffing and puffing about the rock station being in commercial mode—you could care less. it wasn't until he landed on the country station, your hand rested atop of his to stop him further searching.

a thick accent filled the car, southern drawl warming your heart as you bounced along to the beat. now you could get by this. your mind quickly found the words and soon you were singing along, somehow forming your own southern accent.

"you like this, cali baby?" dean asked, his eyes widening in shock—it was a miracle you liked anything besides boots and coke.

"duh dean!" you smiled, singing to your hearts content.

this was a lot better than being a gun, that's for sure. no more cool metal, instead the warm summer heat glaring across your tanned skin. you couldn't read obviously, but music was something you seemed to come alive enjoying. you were tired of the constant divorced dad core songs, you wanted something more. . .you.

sunny yaps! hey so i was listening to country music and got the great idea to incorporate that love into my baby gun!reader bc i can and NOBODY CAN STOP ME!! listen my mom is from west virginia and my grandpa calls me doll and EVERYTHING COUNTRY UNDER THE SUN SO SHHHH!!

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❝ when the gun meets the fire ❞

⋆ winchesters + gun .ᐟ reader + lighter .ᐟ reader . .

sam and dean hadn't thought of the possibility that cali and feu would have to meet sometime. seeing as they both resided in the bunker, albeit feu stayed caged up in her room and cali wandered around the bunker like she owned the place. her voice booming throughout the walls, demanding a coke or for dean to help her pick out a pair of boots to wear that day. to which feu let a scowl form on her face at the loudness as she whispered to her collection of lighters.

but, as soon as the two met—it was opposites attract at its finest. feu's fingers grasp onto the backs of cali's dresses while they walk around a crowded area. at a diner if someone got feu's order wrong, cali was up there in an instant.

"she asked very nicely for no pickles and you guys being the rude, disrespectful people you are gave her pickles! fix it now." cali shouted, not caring that everybody and their mother could hear. that girl had no social awareness at all. guns were loud after all. behind her stood feu, no shoes on and scraped up knees—like always—with a cheeky smile on her face.

the once lighter happily munched on her burger with no pickles as the waiter brought over more coke for cali. sam and feu openly judged the two lovebirds sat in front of them as they kissed all over each other in a public space. feus eyes went wide as her mind struggled to comprehend why anyone would enjoy sucking faces with another. she did notice how cali made dean wipe away the burger grease, did she have to do that too?

"sam, do you like doing that to girls as well?" her voice was laced with utter confusion, her brows furrowed as her greasy finger pointed to the couple in front of them kissing.

"feu, please eat your food.." sam was too embarrassed to admit anything, instead he directed her focus back onto the food in front of her; which tasted all the different from the lighter fluid she was used to being fed.

when the boys get caught up in conversation, cali and feu most likely end up zoning out. both girls tracing the marks left on their skin. cali normally only lets herself and dean touch the handprints—he was the one who left them after all—but at times she finds herself calming down more when feu's fingertips lightly dust over them: innocently of course. she was like the little sister the gun never got to have.

cali and feu regularly have sleepovers, that's how cali figured out she could talk to guns. she enjoyed watching feu in her element, allowing her to be herself even in the presence of another; her. feu snuck off once to steal deans other guns so cali could talk some sense into them about how she's the only one he'll ever truly love and the others are just there because she can't be. which dean quickly found out about because cali cannot control her volume at all. feu; however, takes a calmer, sweeter approach talking to the lighters. seeing as they all are doomed to die, but even a little bit of reassurance goes a long way—something she learned.

sunny yaps! A LITTLE AU WHERE LIGHTER!READER AND GUN!READER MEET AND BECOME THE BESTEST OF FRIENDS EVERRR!! COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED PLSS TELL ME IDEAS OR PROMPTS YOU HAVE FOR THESE 2

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more about gun .ᐟ reader

℧ . gun .ᐟ reader : when she became human, obviously she had no name. for the longest time sam and dean just called her colt, which she felt was rude because she was not the colt, she was the Colt M1911A1: deans prized gun—so, she yelled at them to call her cali (short for caliber).

℧ . gun .ᐟ reader : cali came with bracelets adorning her wrists and handprints littering her inner thighs from how much dean had used her. deans favorite thing was to trace along them as he drove, or grabbing her wrist and admiring his name that was permanently stuck there—showing everyone she was his. she'd find herself subconsciously tracing along them as well: whenever she was nervous, scared, or just zoned out.

℧ . gun .ᐟ reader : there was one time dean had attempted to get cali to wear shoes other then boots and she threw a fit—literally.

"dean, i am not wearing those ugly things! get them away from me!" cali shouted, her hands swatting at dean. her voice boomed throughout the store; she had no social awareness at all. she used to be a gun for gods sake! those things were made to be loud and proud. safe to say dean lost that battle.

℧ . gun .ᐟ reader : the first time dean took cali to one of his favorite diners she was absolutely disgusted by his eating habits, she physically repulsed when he tried to touch her with his greasy fingers; just like he used to when she was a gun. but now as a human she could move away from his touch whenever she wanted—he traumatized her. because of this, she is not fond of greasy food, instead she eats similar to sam. she does enjoy a burger once in a while, never how dean eats his though.

"you disgust me, dean." cali scowled as she plopped a fry into her mouth and took a sip of her coke. she may not drink the healthiest drinks, but at least she wasn't going to die early—not that she could—of a heart attack. dean just gave her a smile and attempted to touch her leg with his finger, annoying her further.

℧ . gun .ᐟ reader : dean took cali to a shooting range once, he didn't know if she really knew how to shoot a gun even if she used to be one. the men around just snickered and made the assumption that she didn't know jack about guns. seeing as she was just a pretty little thing dressed in boots and a white flowy dress—something dean had gotten her as a present that she really ended up liking. so, she did what any girl would do, she showed them why they shouldn't underestimate someone just by their gender. she muttered little 'pew pews' under her breath as she hit every shot dead on. even going as far as pretending to blow away the smoke like they did in old western movies; ones that she remembered dean watching.

℧ . gun .ᐟ reader : cali always has her hand in deans back pocket or somewhere on his jeans due to the fact that when she was a gun she'd always been tucked into the waistband of his jean/pants. at first dean was a bit weirded out by it, but when she gave him the puppy-eyes he couldn't tell her no. however, any man/woman that had ever held her before—sam, or another hunter dean let borrow her—she tried to do the same to.

sunny yaps! THANK YOU FOR THE IDEAS @bluemerakis @abox-of-rocks @h8aaz I HAD TO WRITE FOR THEM IMMEDIATELY WHEN I GOT HOME!! I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE GUN!READER AND PLEASE KEEP GIVING ME IDEAS.

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