Request: Sam thinks your cheating on him and you get into a fight

"Oh my God?! Is that you?  I haven’t seen you since college. How are you?" You reunited with your old classmate, Ricky. He had curly black hair had looked effortlessly amazing and grey eyes. He was the same height as you and was lean.

"Ricky!! Its been a while. I’m good. I’m good." You replied.

You were in the library finding books for your research for a hunt.  It was surprising running into Ricky, especially since this was about 12 hours away from your hometown. 

You two talked for a long while then Sam came in looking for you.

"Hey. Where have you been? I’ve been calling you like crazy." Sam ignored Ricky thinking it was just a man next you until you introduced them to each other.

"Oh ha. I’ve been trying my luck with you and you never even told me you had a boyfriend." Ricky said with a fake smile. You were gonna say something but then Sam interrupted you.

"Oh well she does and I think we need to get back. Now." Sam said harshly holding your hand.

"But I need to check these books out, first." You said slowly releasing your hand from his grip.

"Oh its okay. I will take them." Ricky said sweetly. You were about to thank him but once again you were interupted by Sam.

" No I’ll take them." He groaned, walking away.

You and Ricky continued talking and  then he pulled you in for an awkward hug. You laughed but your laugh dissapeared when you saw Sam looking furious. You straightened up a bit.

" Alright. I think that was enough for today. Now lets go." His barrier was getting weaker and weaker. Anger peaked through his voice, enough for anyone to catch.

He held your wrist and then let go once you got outside. You had never been one to start fights but he embarassed you in front of your friend. What’s he going to think?! 

"What was that?!" you said as calmly as possible.

"Oh you mean the flirting?" Sam replied as he got in the car. You did the same and sat down with your arms crossed.

"He’s an old classmate! You’re making a big fuss over nothing." You said getting annoyed.

You both sat in silence until you got to the motel. When you went inside, Dean sat on the bed surrounded by papers and research.  You sat on the other bed and Sam sat at the desk.

"Uhh… did I miss something?" Dean acknoledged the silence and ugnorance in the room. Sam sparked up because of an oppotunity to get out his anger.

"Oh you only missed the part where my girlfriend cheats on me." Sam said, causing Dean to turn over to you. You got up off the bed and stood in front of Sam.

"Don’t you dare accuse me of something I didn’t even do. Ricky is a friend and I’ve said that about ten thousand times already. So why do you have to be so damn insecure that you accuse me of things?!" Your voice progressively got louder and louder until tears threatened to spill.

"He’s handsome. He’s got history. He is normal." Sam's voice cracked at the end. Your anger simmered down. He looked anywhere but at you.

"Babe... I'm with you. Not Ricky. I don't love him. I love you." Your eyes widened from your gushed confession. It was the first "I love you" for each other. Sam looked like a little boy with his toothy grin.

"So you love me, huh?" He said huskily moving towards you. Your breath hitched in your throat and you slowly nodded. Right then, he kissed you like never before. Like he loved you.

Request: You’re doing your makeup and Dean tells you you’re beautiful.

Omg sorry this sucks

For this hunt, you had to distract Mr. Bridges and get some answers from him. So you were kind of bait.

You got ready and put on some concealer. You wore a dress for the first time in months. It was a deep neck black dress with a sparkly belt. You lined your eyes lightly and put on a nude lipstick.

You made final touchups and smiled to make sure nothing was in your teeth. You almost jumped when you saw Dean leaning on the door frame, staring at you. 

"Wow. You look beautiful." Dean said. You looked at yourself. No matter how much makeup you put on, you still look the same. You shook your head and laughed. Dean’s smirk wiped off his face at your response. He grabbed your shoulders and turned you around to face him.

"You ARE beautiful. Trust me. Theres nothing I would change about you. Babe, I love you." He said looking right into your eyes. You were smiling like an idiot.

"Please dont ever make me be that chick flicky ever again." He weakly smiled.

He slid his hands down your shoulders to you hands and put them on his shoulders. He held your waist and you stood there looking at each.

"You look so sexy. Not even lying right now." He planted little kisses down your neck and you swated him off.

"We're getting late." You said smiling. He made you feel like a model. You felt unstoppable.

Request: A waiter flirts with you and Dean gets jealous.

"And what can I get for the beauty in red?" The waiter cheekily asked. You smiled and gave him your order.

You and the gang were at the bar as always. Dean wasn't paying attention to you. Sam was looking at a girl. You were stuck looking at the walls. It was just how it always was. Except this time there was a handsome waiter flirting with you.

He looked Italian.  His smile could light up a room and make you melt in his hands. His eyes were blue and he was about 6'2. He gave you your beer and leaned against the table.

"I'm David. What may I call you?" He stated. You told him and he made small talk. During this, you looked over to Dean who looked flushed.

"Well maybe you'd do me the honor of seeing you again. How about we meet up at Van's Diner?" His eyes were filled with hope as you hoped that you weren't blushing as much as you thought.

"Yeah. I think-" "C'mon its time to go." Dean said. Just as you were about to reply he got you by the arm and dragged you out. You looked over to David who was very confused. 

When you got to the impala, Dean went inside to get Sam. You grabbed his arm half way.

"What the hell was that?!" You almost shouted. He shook his head, scoffing. "No Dean.  I want to know. How come you get to pick up girls left and right but when I meet someone, you get all protective." Dean was getting really frustrated now.

"He looked dangerous! Who knows what could happen?" Dean said defensively.

"He was fine. For once I get some attention and you have to ruin it. And why the fuck do you even care what happens to me? I could go die and you'd be getting another girls number!" You yelled as the distance between you two decreased. You backed onto the impala as dean came towards you. He looked like he was going to punch you but then his eyes softened.

"I care. I really do. I'm sorry." His voice crackes as he began to walk away. You grabbed his hand and pulled him towards you and planted a kiss on his lips. It was soft and worthwhile. As you pulled away, Dean had a smirk on his face.

Request: Dean tries to ask you out but is interrupted.

Dean had always been your secret crush but he had always treated you like evryone else. Showing not much interest. But lately, you felt a bit of hope.

"Hey. So I was thinking, that you’re a pretty cool girl and it’d-" Dean said. You were red but then you saw what cut dean off. Sam stood in just a towel, brushing his hair. Due to the lack of privacy, Dean sighed and went back to his research. You acted as if nothing happened but inside you were jumping for joy. Was he gonna ask you out?

The next day, the whole gang was at the bar like always. Your dad, Bobby, sat across the bar along with sam and castiel. You and dean sat together.

"Hey so what I was saying yesterday… I really would love if you came with me to go-" Dean was yet again interrupted. Your dad stood the table, clearing his throat.

"How’s the research going?" You sighed and told him you were getting nowhere and he sat at your table the rest of the time at the bar. Dean awkwardly glanced around as you prayed he would leave. But he stayed, being a cockblock, probably knowing what he was doing.

When you got back to the motel, you plopped down on the bed and sighed. So close. You closed your eyes and drifted away in your thoughrs until the mattress shifted. You opened your eyes to Dean sitting on the bed.

"Alright.  Lets make this quick. I really like you and would-" for the third time he was interupted by his "wingman" Castiel.  "Yes. Dean really adores you. He told me sometimes he’ll look at you when you sleep. I think it would be a wonderful idea to join each other for a nightly meal." Cas said, quite proudly. You looked to Dean who looked like he was gonna punch something.

Cas decided to leave you two alone. Dean was about to walk away but you gathered all your courage. You weren’t gonna let a few interruptions ruin your nights sleep.  You could do this.

"Dean. Would you like to go on a date with me?" You said playfully. Dean smirked. This was new. The girl asking the guy. But nonetheless,  he said he was honored to.

Request: Romeo and Juliet story line

Sorry its not exactly like romeo and huliet bc that would take too long and ugh

"Mom! Please. I can handle myself for god's sake!" You yelled. It was the day. When you finally told your mother you started hunting.

Your mum had never liked hunting. Your father died hunting and so did his brother. You were all she had now. But keeping you locked up wasn't the proper way to live. Yeah. Hunting demons wasn't either, but it just gave you a rush of power and pride.

"So you're just gonna run off with the Winchesters? They don't care about you. Especially that Dean kid. He can find a girl in a second.  You'll be alone. Vulnerable. Screaming for help and I won't be there." Your mum lowered her voice but it was still filled with anger

"Dean loves me! Could focus on me for a second?! I'm twenty-four years old and I can't go to school. I work at a supermarket. Is this the way to live life?" You yelled. Dean came downstairs now. He was taking a nap but obviously the screaming could wake any one up.

"It sure is better than being dead! Look at him. Will he be able to take care of you? For once stop being a brat." You attempted to calm down. Dean was lost for words.

"Was dad able to take care of you? Didn't you still love him? Didn't you always tell me to be more like you?" You quietly said with your voice cracking.

Her expression was mixed with disgust and anger. She looked you straight in the eyes. Although you knew you shouldn't have said that, it had to be said.

"I love her. I will do everything I can to take care of her. Trust me." Dean said calmly.

"You stay out of this, Winchester! How many more lives will you ruin? You arent good for anything but looks. Go find another girl to mess with and leave my daughter alone." You were just done by now.

"You're coming with me." She said as she grabbed your arm and took you out. You tried to snake your arm out but her grip was too tight. You yanked your arm back and walked back into your apartment. You shut the door behind you as tears brimmed your eyes.

"You're dead to me." She said between the door. You slid down the door and sobbed. Dean sat down next to you and held you in his arms.

Your own mother hated you for doing what you wanted. She hated you. She hated you... the words kept repeating in your mind.

Dean big arms surrounded you along with the silence excluding your tears. There was nothing to say right now so it was best to stay quiet.

Request: You and Dean have a flirting friends relationship and when Dean introduces you to Bobby, he calls you his girlfriend.

"Sam. Shut up. Its my music. My car." Dean said after Sam's complaining.

"Calm down!" You jokingly exclaimed.

"What are you? My wife?" Dean looked into your eyes for a bit but then turned to face the road. Your heart fluttered. He is so hot when smiles...

Alright. You had a thing for him. Maybe he had a thing for you, too. But you couldn't get your hopes up. Everytime you both had a good moment, he would pull away and act like nothing happened. It kinda hurt. A lot. But... I guess you have to deal with it. He probably thinks of you as a sister or some shit like that.

You put your feet up on the dash board as the wind blew in your face. Music blasted throught the stereo. You cleared all your thoughts and just focused on the road. You were a hunter. You didn't have time for love. You kept convincing yourself to get over him. Its safe to say, it wasn't really working.

You were all going to Bobby's. You hadn't been hunting with the Winchesters for that long so this was the first time you were meeting him. Apparently,  he was like a father to the boys. 

When you reached his house, you got out and headed inside. It looked like a hunter's house. Deer head's hanging.  Guns everywhere. The smell of smoke and salt surrounded the place.

A man came out. He had a beard and a hat on. He smiled at the boys and his sight traveled to you. Dean noticed and began introducing you.

"This is (y/n)...my girlfriend." Dean added. You almost jumped at his last words. You were all red as you shook Bobby's hand. You looked over to Dean,  avoiding eye contact, also looking a bit red.

You all sat down and Bobby talked to the boys as you were lost in thought. What was that about? What if he liked you? You swatted all those thoughts away and rid yourself of hope because nothing was going to happen.

"So how long have you been hunting?" Bobby asked you. You told him the story of your sister getting attacked by a demon. It was almost six years ago. You had gotten used to  talking about it and tears no longer spilled out at the mention of it. You had become much tougher since then. You hid your emotions. Sometimes even from yourself.

Bobby showed you the room and you got settled.  Dean opened his suitcase, still avoiding eye contact. You gathered all your bravery and asked him what had been bothering you for an hour.

"Hey. What was that girlfriend thing about?" You hesitantly said. Dean slowly met your gaze.

"Ha. It would look weird if two boys brought a girl along hunting. It would look wrong. So I had to say something." He laughed. "Even something as silly as me liking you."

Your bit of hope was instantly crushed. You weakly laughed back. The tears started brimming your eyes. You blinked them down as you pretended to look for something in your suitcase. 

"Um. I forgot to get something so I have to go down to the store. Its just down the street." You prayed that your voice wasn't as shaky as you thought it was. You walked out the door with your tears spilling out.  You kept wiping them away.

You found the bathroom and locked the door. You took deep but silent breaths to try and calm yourself. Look at yourself. Weak. Everything everyone said about you not being able to handle yourself was right. Weakling. The words repeated in your head in your failure to return to normal.

You looked in the mirror. You scolded yourself and tried to calm down. Eventually you did. He was stupid. You were stupid.  He wouldn't like you. Why would you even care if he did? You told yourself as your breathing returned to normal.

You open the bathroom door and went back in the room. Your eyes weren't AS red but they were still pretty red. Dean studied your face as you looked away. You took the suitcase off of the bed and pulled the covers back to sit and watch tv. You turned to a random channel and the thoughts rushed back in.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" Dean asked.

"No." You didn't explain. You were in no mood to talk. You didn't want to. Especially not to Dean. Dean's eyebrows furrowed and he sat down at the end of the bed.

"What happened?" Dean barely said.

" Nothing." You got off the bed and went towards your purse.  Dean also got off and walked behind you.

"Tell me." He demanded. He grabbed your elbow and turned you to face him. You tried to get out of Dean's grasp but you couldn't.

"Even if something was wrong, why would you care? It's not like you care about me." You shouted. Dean shoved you against the wall. Anger and pain filled his eyes.

"Don't you dare tell me that I don't care about you." His raspy voice croaked out. His grip on you got tighter and he pushed you harder against the wall. It was beginning to really hurt. You winced in pain. Dean's expression softened as he let go of you.

"I'm sorry. Dammit... I care about you so much. I love you." He barely whispered. Now it was your turn to push him against the wall. You pressed your lips against his. You felt him smile. When you pulled away, he had a grin of his face and you did too.