#spn fluf

Pairing: Dean x Reader (She/Her)

Summary: Dean and his girl has a lazy morning on a very special day as their song plays on the radio.

Word Count: 1413

Warnings: None, just soft fulff

Y/N = Your name | Y/E/C = Your eye colour | Y/H/C = Your hair colour

“Hoping you'll see what your love means to me,”

Dean grumbled slightly as he was pulled out of blissful sleep by the radio alarm on his bedside table. He shot an annoyed look at the glowing red numbers before his features softened into a sleepy smile as he recognized the song. It was their song, his and hers. At first he’d found it kinda sappy, but slowly, as it kept coming on the radio whenever she was in his arms, it had grown on him. Until it became their song.

Pulling the woman sleeping next to him closer; he nuzzled against her neck as he hummed along to Journey on the radio. His sleepy smile only grew as she grumbled and wrapped the duvet tighter around the two of them. Leaving just the top of her sleep-tousled (Y/H/C) locks outside of the warmth of the blanket.

“Mornin’ sweetheart,” Dean chuckled as she just pushed herself further into his arms, unwilling to give up on her role as the little spoon to his big spoon without a fight. Not that he’d ever fight her. Not when her back fit so goddamn perfectly against his chest and…

God, he loved her.

Well Chuck has certainly blessed this amateur fanfic girl - over 1000 of you are following me! I really can’t believe it, and I am so grateful. There really aren’t words to express how much this means to me, and I’m thrilled that so many of you have found pleasure and amusement from my little fics.

So to celebrate, I present:

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I love many things - the smell of summer rain, Red Bull, the fact that they now make unicorn onesie pajamas for adults. But two things in particular top my list of loves: Supernatural and music.

Lately, I’ve been on a 70’s listening streak. Ah, the 70’s! Disco, bell bottoms, and era of some of the most outstanding love songs of all time. You may remember hearing some of these on the radio, the dentist’s office, elevators, and while you’re on hold. Some are classic. Some are so god-awful that they make even the most enthusiastic fluff-lovers among us squirm. But the best thing about these songs is that each of them tells a story.

Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a Supernatural story based on the songs on the list. Tell us what was happening with our beloved characters that makes your chosen song the perfect soundtrack! If this isn’t your thing, a signal boost would be much appreciated.

So now for the rules and guidelines:

Word Count: 895

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader, Two OFCs

Pairings: Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

Request: @ilovemymoose   can you please do 79 and 99 with sam winchester? i love your work💛

Prompt: 79.) “I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” 99.)“I fell in love with you, not them.”

A/N: OOOOOOO! I wrote again! Plz send in more prompts!

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You loved Sam Winchester. That wouldn’t have been a problem, except for the fact that you were almost 10 years younger than him. You, Sam, didn’t care about your ages, it was just a number to you two.

Dean and Cas didn’t care either, as long as you two were happy. But, it was hard. People were always judging the two of you.

Saying you were too young for him, or that he was too old for you. It always bothered you, but you tried to push it away.

“Baby, are you okay?”, you heard Sam call you back from your thoughts.

“Y-Yeah. I’m fine, sorry.”, you quickly replied, shaking your head.

“Did you hear what I said? This creature’s going after people your age, you need to be careful and stay near me, okay?”, Sam asked.

“Okay, but, I can handle myself.”, you replied, rolling your eyes.

“I don’t care. I don’t wanna lose you.”, Sam responded firmly.

“Okay.”, you smiled.

“Good, now who’s hungry? I could go for some pie now!”, Dean practically screamed in your ear.

“Yeah, I’m kinda hungry too. There’s a diner close by, let’s go?”, Sam asked the two of you.

“Uh, sure.”, you replied nervously, you hated going out in public, where people stare at you two.

“Great, I’ll meet you two there. I think Sammy wanted to talk to you.”, Dean said, as he grabbed his jacket and left.

“Yes, Sam?”, you asked.

“What’s wrong? And I want the truth.”

“What do you mean? I’m fine.”

“(Y/N), almost every time I look at you, you seem nervous, or scared. Please tell me what’s wrong. I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”, Sam placed his arms around your shoulders.

“Sammy, I appreciate you caring about me, but I assure you, nothing’s wrong. I’m just a little scared about the hunt. Remember you said, they go after people my age.”, you smiled.

Sam bent down and placed a kiss on your lips.

“I love you.”, he smiled.

“I love you too, baby.”

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After you got to the diner, people couldn’t take their eyes off of you or Sam. Sam seemed to ignore it, but you couldn’t help but acknowledge them. You even spotted a few women looking at Sam.

“Okay, here’s one hamburger for this dashing man.”, the elder waitress smiled at Dean as she slid his burger down the table.

“And two salads for this adorable little girl and her big brother!”, the waitress chirped.

“Oh, no. She’s my girlfriend.”, Sam smiled, grabbing the salads from the waitress’ hands.

“Well, you found a pretty one!”, the waitress laughed.

You sat there and smiled, trying to ignore the waitress.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry about that.”, Sam started.

“It’s fine. Let’s just eat and go.”, you quickly said, not wanting to talk about it. Sam knew you hated it when stuff like that happened, but that didn’t mean you wanted to talk about it.

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After watching a few more girls stare at Sam and whisper, you decided to get up and go to the bathroom. You rinsed your face, trying not to think about it all. You wanted to let a few tears fall, but decided against. You dried your face, and walked out, wishing you didn’t.

You saw another girl, who was playing with Sam’s hair and leaning over him, handing him her number. Sam looked uncomfortable, but you didn’t care about that. You were hurt, more than hurt.

You felt tears well up in your eyes. Sam looked up and looked at you. But before he could do anything, you ran out of the diner.

“(Y/N), wait! Get the hell off of me!”, you heard him yell, but you didn’t care.

“(Y/N)!”, he yelled, his voice fading.

You opened the door, and let the cool and wet air hit you. It was raining You had forgotten your jacket inside, but you didn’t care.

You tried to control your sobs, but couldn’t.

“(Y/N).”, you heard Sam call.

“I’m fine, Sammy. Just go back inside.”, you said shakily.

“No. (Y/N), you’ll freeze out here.”, Sam said, walking over to you.

“I-I’m s-sorry for everything, and I-I’m sorry for being s-stupid, and I-I’m sorry for falling in love with you.”, you cried.

You felt Sam hold you tightly, as you cried into his chest.

“I’m not sorry, for any of it. Baby, listen to me. I love you, okay? You’re the best damn thing that’s ever happened to me in my screwed up life. Okay? Remember, I love you, not them. Not the first person who throws themselves at me or any of that crap. Because I have you, and that’s all I need, okay?”, Sam said to you, still holding you tightly.

“And I love you too, Sam. I-I just hate the way that people look at us, look at me.”, you cried.

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I only care what you think, (Y/N). If you love me, then stay with me. But if you don’t like me, like us, then you can go, I won’t stop you.”, Sam said his voice breaking.

“Of course I love you, Sammy. I love you so much.”, you replied, no doubt in your voice.

“Good, I love you too.”

“What’sthat smell?” Dean scrunched his nose at the foul odor permeating the air of thebunker.

“Y/N’sChristmas gift,” Cas answered, eyes fixed on the ancient text spread across hislap.

Dean’smouth twisted comically with distaste, “Trust me Cas, whatever that is, shedoesn’t want it.”

Caspeered up from the book, affect set placidly in the absolute certainty of Dean’swrongness in the matter, “She said quite specifically that she wanted a hippopotamusfor Christmas.”

“What?”

“A hippopotamus,”Cas repeated.

“I heardwhat you said, but what the hell buddy? Why?” Dean grimaced.

“It’sa song,” Sam muttered as he entered from the hall with a bowl of cerealbalanced in one hand and his laptop in the other.

“Asong?” Cas closed the tome and raised a perplexed brow as Sam seated himself atthe table.

“Nevermindthe song. Where are you keeping it?” Dean planted a hand on the table to steadyhimself in preparation of the words he expected the angel would utter inresponse.

“Thegarage,” Cas stated nonchalantly, ignoring Dean’s edict to stare in disbeliefat Sam. “A song? There was no music playing when the wish crossed her mind.”

“Inthe garage?” Dean staggered forward, glancing at the hall leading to the garageegress, voice scratching hoarsely in his throat. “With baby?”

“It’sa Christmas carol,” Sam explained. “She probably just had the song stuck in herhead.”

“Isee,” Cas rose, carefully setting the book down, glancing abashedly around thelibrary. He settled a repentant blue gaze on Dean. “I don’t recommend going inthere, Dean. I’ve explained the situation to the beast, but it’s still quiteunderstandably upset.”

“Upset,who?” you wandered into the room, stealing a bit of cereal from Sam’s bowl and ruffling his hair to playfully annoy him further. “And what is that God-awful smell?” You rounded thetable to stand on your tip-toes to peck a tender kiss to the angel’s stubblycheek.

“Iswear, if that thing so much as breathed on baby…” Dean raised a threateningfinger at the angel, body vibrating with a barely contained rage.

“She’snot a thing, Dean,” Cas calmingly held up his palm.

“Whatare you talking about?” your focus bounced between the contrite angel andthe incensed Winchester.

Samsmirked, humming the tune, “Cas thought you wanted a hippopotamus for Christmas.That only a hippopotamus would do…”

“Youdidn’t!” you gasped, clutching Cas’ trench coat sleeve and dissolving into afit of giggles.

Theangel’s brow knotted with sincerity, eyes softening earnestly as he searchedyour countenance, “I wanted our first Christmas together to be everything youdreamed of.”

“Ohit will be,” you beamed, still laughing. “And more.”

Wrinklesof his forehead relaxing, the angel permitted a small grin to grace his poutingmouth.