#spn requests

What do you think Dean would do to celebrate his first anniversary? And maybe you could also do what you think Sam would do to celebrate his first anniversary.

Thank you so much for this idea/request! Sorry this took so long for me to answer! I took a little break from tumblr for a few days, and this idea kind of got lost in the shuffle, but I didn't forget about this!

Also, I love word vomiting thoughts, but I’m trying to get better at making my headcannons a little more structured, so let me know if you guys have any thoughts on that lol

Dean:

Dean has never experienced an anniversary before, so he’s kind of on edge about the whole thing, but it’s you, so of course, he’s going to try his best.

He kisses you awake, whispering to you softly to open your pretty eyes already, before you’re finally fully awake and he can wish you a happy anniversary. 

After that, it’s snuggles and kisses and sweet whispers about how in love with you he is for at least 45. Dean’s not great with words, but he just rambles the entire time, knowing that it doesn’t really matter what he says because you’ll already know.

You guys get ready together, taking your time, and he asks you to wear that favorite dress of his if he wears your favorite shirt, which obviously you can’t say no to. 

Dean then grabs a bunch of stuff and throws it into a duffel before pulling you out to the car. He won’t tell you where you’re going, but that you’ll enjoy it, and to just be patient. On the way there, you stop at a diner and get an order to go, including a celebratory anniversary pie.

Eventually, he brings you to some secluded area off in the middle of nowhere- maybe like a little clearing off a hiking trail or a lookout spot off an empty highway where it’s beautiful and quiet and just you and him.

Dean lays out a blanket he stashed in that duffle earlier and sets out the food, essentially making a little picnic. He even brought a little speaker to softly play music in the background.

You and he eat, talk, and take in the scenery. He gives you a small present, definitely homemade, like a leather bracelet, a mix tape, something like that- personal and something you’ll cherish forever. After that, you guys end up cuddling while lying down on the blanket and cloud gazing for hours while talking. 

Later, Dean takes you home (whether that’s an actual home, a motel room, the bunker, whatever) and before you’re barely in the door, his hands are on you like a man starved for touch. 

That’s when he fucks you over and over and over again. Him on top, you on top, sideways, standing up, his mouth, his hands, his cock, all of it making you come undone multiple times. I’m talking like at least 7 times. 

He makes sure to indulge in every single one of your kinks he can remember in the moment, like he’s trying to prove something- win a competition maybe. You don’t know, and frankly, you’re too fucked out to care. 

But after that, the aftercare is just as heavenly. He cleans you up nice and gently, whispering loving praises and makes sure you drink plenty of water before holding you close, wrapped up in his arms as he makes sure you know exactly where you belong and how much he loves you. 

Sammy:

Oh Sammy, Sammy, Sammy- he’s literally so cute and thoughtful about this!

He definitely wakes up early to prepare for the day, heading out before you wake up so he can bring you breakfast in bed from one of the local diners.

He knows what your favorite flowers are and specifically buys a huge (and extremely overpriced) bouquet of them for you, which he delivers with breakfast.

Then there is most certainly time for cuddles and warm and soft morning sex before the plans he made for the rest of the day.

He would find an activity to do that would suit whatever interests you guys have in common. If you’re a book worm like him, maybe it’s a trip to the all the 2nd hand books stores in a 10 mile radius, if it’s more of the athletic stuff maybe it’s like indoor rock climbing, maybe it’s an old school arcade or an aquarium or museum- it doesn’t really matter as long as it’s something you both can enjoy while spending quality time together. 

Dinner is next, and he picks somewhere nicer than the usual diners you guys stick to- nothing crazy, something still lowkey, but you guys do get a dessert to share. He ends up letting you eat most of it. 

Back at the motel, he’d surprise you with a gift despite the two of you having originally decided on no gifts.

Again, it’s nothing crazy, but it’s something you’ve been mentioning wanting/needing, and shows how much he actually listens to you.

He’s definitely taking the rest of the night to worship you and your body - I’m talking like hours of foreplay. 

I don’t necessarily think Sammy is a sub (okay, maybe switchy but definitely not a pure sub), but I do think he’s a major munch and would spend a lot of time worshipping you like that, especially today of all days.

The main event though is magical when it finally comes because he fucks you like he means it, like this is the last chance he’ll have to have you this way- It’s slow but not at all gentle. It’s deep and passionate and filthy. 

He’s talking your ear off between groans and grunts, telling you how much he loves and appreciates you and your body, and the whole experience is overwhelming in all the best ways.

And after you two finally come down off that high, just to make sure you feel extra loved before it’s time for sleep, you shower together, and he makes sure to do all the work for you, even down to the little shampoo head massage.

As requested by anonymous

Alright, so I got a request from @spnfangirl1314 : “ I just thought that I would request something maybe a dean ×reader all fluff where the reader is on her period and is having the usual symptoms and dean and her aren't dating but he takes care of her and eventually he kisses her ? And they cuddle asleep ? I'm sorry I know that it's a real cliché but I been having a crappy week and I can't wait to read some fluff.” Here you go, sweetheart. Hope you enjoy it! It’s a bit long, but I’m proud of it. 

"Hey, you find anything?" Sam asked, coming into the library, seeing Dean on his laptop with a cup of coffee in his hand, the elder Winchester shaking his head. "Notta. Bupkus," Dean replied, rather frustrated with the lack of cases. He licked his lips as he took another sip of coffee and put his cup down. He glanced up at his brother and furrowed his brow. "This is the third time I'm seeing you today." Sam glanced back at his brother and shrugged. "So?" he said and grabbed a water bottle out of the mini fridge. "So, we're missing one. Where's Y/N?" Dean asked, then checked his watch. "It's almost noon. I've usually seen her once or twice by now. Have you seen her today?" Dean asked, standing and moving down the hallway, his brother following. "No. Maybe she went out on a hunt?" Sam suggested.

Fandom: Supernatural

Author: EJ (@ejlovespie)

Summary: A hunt gone wrong puts Dean and the reader in danger. When the reader gets severely injured, Dean is there to help her recover.  (angst & fluff)

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 1860

Warnings: Angst/Cursing/Torture/Near Death Experience

Reader’s Request: Can I pleaaase request a dean x reader angst/fluff/near death one shot where the reader and dean gets captured by vampires or demons during a hunt gone wrong and the reader keeps talking back to them to piss them off so she can distract them from hurting dean which results in her getting beaten up in front of him and severely injured while he gets all protective and worried. 

A/N: This was my first reader’s request and I am stoked about it! Thank you Anon! This was so much fun to write so I hope you like it! Any feedback is greatly appreciated and any mistakes are mine. Thank you for reading! :)

Warnings; language, anger, arguing

There was no place like home, but the thing was, that you didn’t have one. Each day, you went from motel room to motel room, sometimes you would even sleep in the back of the impala, whist your brothers sat in the front, somehow gaining rest in those uncomfortable, upright positions.

Dad was gone, and left you primarily in Dean’s custody, and with having Sam back, he managed to get your brother to cut you some slack. Dean was a wreck without John, he was desperate to discover your father’s whereabouts, and his decisions made you feel as though you were not as desperate to find where he had gone.

Being a Winchester came with plenty of perks, you got to see so many places in a short span of time, it made it feel as though the world was underneath your fingertip. However, having the attributes of being a teenager, and a girl, didn’t mix well with your suggestions or desires to hunt for the parent that had raised you.

And that left you here, cruising in the backseat of Dean’s beloved vehicle, taking the turns to reach Bobby’s. The elder of your brother had said he needed to stock up on supplies, such as dead man’s blood and so on, in case he picked up on any monsters on his journey.

But the travel was not just his, you and Sam were there too. He had even gone to nab Samuel from his escape, and drag him into the putridness of this life once more, all for the man that spawned you all.

“Hey kid.” Bobby stepped down from his porch, his shoes crinkling upon the gravel. He greeted the boys with hugs, and a set smile occupied his face as he looked at you, it almost screamed relief. “I got everything you boys need, come on.”

The lot of you trailed after the elder hunter, who adjusted his baseball cap as he escorted the three of you into the main room, the devil’s trap brandishing the floor, and scurried piles of books taking up the rest of the space.

“Cool, you got the good stuff.” Dean clapped his hands together as he dug through the small arsenal, dragging out a small blade.

“That there was smelted with dead man’s blood, it’ll murder those suckers straight away.” Bobby spoke, watching as Dean pocketed some items. Sam dropped a bag on the floor, a guilty, disobedient dog expression clouding his face.

It wasn’t any bag, it belonged to you. The satchel contained a few articles of clothing that were clean and a couple of books that you had nabbed from libraries that you had passed through. “Why’d you bring that in?” You asked suspiciously, having an inkling of a feeling as to the reason.

“Sorry.” Sam muttered, he had truly missed you whilst he had been away, and he hated the idea of being subdued into saying goodbye. But this wasn’t his complete choice, your other sibling had entirely taken control of the decision.

“You’re staying here (Y/N/N), at least until we find dad.” Dean admitted, coming to walk closer to you to strangle you in an embrace, however, you were keen to take a step back, denying his request.

“This is ridiculous.” You scoffed, face red from hurt and anger. He had no right to swerve you from the path that you were hellbent on, it was not up to him. “I want to go with you!”

Perhaps it was a peculiar ambition, but in this life, family was everything. It was the code that you had been raised to, and you’d be damned if you were to insult it by giving it nothing but disregard. If it were you that were missing, everyone would be searching, Dean would send everyone out to enquire and look, no matter their gender or age.

And just because you were his sister, he thought that he could put his foot down. It never changed, he was continuously overprotective, it felt as though you were consistently travelling in a cage, a child lock on in the back seats of Baby, rather than being giving a sense of free will. Instead there was no freedom, only constricting bars that kept you in the line of sight and knowledge of your brothers.

“Well too bad sweetheart, you’re staying put here under Bobby’s supervision.” He retorted sufficiently pressing the sole of his shoe upon the wooden flooring on this matter. Dean wised not to argue, but it was where his conspiring opinion ended up taking the pair of you, Bobby scratched his head agitatedly, understanding the reasons for Dean’s red anger, however it was inevitable that one day, you’d be old enough to make your own decisions, and no doubt you would go head first into these dangerous situations. It was how he could tell how related you were to your brothers, even if you had a different mother from the infamous sons of John Winchester.

“Screw you Dean! You’re supposed to be the one looking after me, and here you are, loading me off to someone else. I hate you so much right now.” The words couldn’t be restrained, they tumbled out, and currently you couldn’t care less. Anger was taking the driver’s seat, and it was veering into a crash, one that Sam could see without his ‘psychic’ abilities.

“Don’t say that (Y/N).” Another order, how Dean like. It was such a typical trait that he reverberated from his chest, as though he was constantly the one in charge. The way he bossed people about was far too familiar, and it repulsed you. He was acting as another man in your life, the one that dragged the lot of you around like dogs, pulling on the leashes to keep you all in line.

“You’re not dad, so stop trying to be him!” Dean could only freeze upon receiving your words, as you heavily breathed, wound up from the spitting of conflicting interests. Another instant spewing of hurtful comments were attempting to be catapulted from the void of your mouth, but Sam hissed as he came to stand in front of you, clearly disappointed in your behaviour.

“You know (Y/N), I told Dean that he should give you a chance, although you deserve a life better than we got. Not because it could raise our chances and hopes of finding dad, but because it was what you wanted. But I’ve changed my mind, and I think you should stay here a while, until you are grown up enough to be on the road with us.”

His scolding made you bow your head down, almost ashamed of yourself, before you glanced at the trio of men in the room one last time, grabbing your man and escalating upstairs to a spare room. Sam gulped, knowing that he had silenced the poison in the blood you all shared, however he could only hope that you would understand why he was so inclined to get involved.

It caused him pain, knowing that you, his baby sister wanted to be neck deep in this chaotic life, when he had wanted out. The logic of it didn’t feel right, it only showed as evidence that you too had been brought up loved, yet in a toxic childhood. The inclination, the loyalty you had for fighting was a flaw, it was not something that hunters wanted to do, but instead rather something that they had to.

Sam sighed as he put the phone down in his lap, Dean was in the driver’s seat, his jaw clenched. “No answer?” He asked expectedly, to which the eldest received an affirmative nod. It was frustrating to know that this all uprose from them wanting to keep her safe.

“Bobby said that she’s okay.” Sam spoke in the music of the air con. “She’s actually getting pretty good at combat, hell it’s been six months. Her head is on straight, she knows that she’s good at what she’s doing. But-“

“She still refuses to speak to us.” Dean completed his sentence, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter. His knuckles grew white from the pressure he held onto the remote with, his tongue clicking as he pushed away the guilt. That was only permitted recognition when he was alone, he’d never admit to anyone that he may have made a bad decision, all because his sister was alive and breathing, (Y/N) was okay, even if she refused contact with them.

“We should see her Dean.” Sam stated. He had wanted to for so long, he hated how absent the backseat was, and how there seemed to be a lack of the scent of female deodorant.

I need Sam fluff currently, so this is perfect right now! I'm very excited to write it. Keep an eye on this answer it'll be posted right here!!💛💛 Happy Holidays!

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Here it is, I hope you like it!!

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Word count:732

Warnings: Dean being a little bit of an ass. That's really it besides fluff!

Summary: Dean pokes fun at Sammy's hair and reader reassures him that she likes it💛

"Sammy seriously, just let me cut it. You look like you're supposed to be in a shampoo commercial." Dean said to his brother. "Shut up Dean. My hair is fine the way it is." Sam clapped back almost defensively. 

Dean raised his hands in surrender, "Alright, fine I'll leave you and your mane alone." He said leaving the table to grab a beer. 

Sam looked at him walk away, and he shook his head. He ran a hand through his hair wondering if maybe his brother was right. 

"Hey, I'm sure if you ask (y/n), she'll gladly cut it for-" Dean was cut off as he walked in. Sam glared at him, and Dean chuckled. 

Sam grabbed the books he was reading and walked to your room. He just heard Dean chuckle as he walked away. 

Sam had begun to have doubts about not cutting his hair. Maybe you didn't like it, maybe you just tolerated it for his sake.  

No, you wouldn't ever do that to him he thought. 

He stopped outside the door which was surprisingly open. You usually liked to have it closed so this was odd but he shrugged it off. 

"Hey babe, what're you doing?" Your voice cut through his thoughts and brought a smile to his face.

"Just wanted to come be with you for a bit. I brought some books, maybe you could help me go through them?" Sam sweetly stated.

A broad smile spread across your lips. "I would love to. Now come over here." You made grabby hands towards your boyfriend. 

Sam walked towards you and set the books down in front of you. He sat with you, and you looked at him once again making grubby hands. He chuckled and maneuvered so he leaned back against your chest. You let out a content sigh. Your back was against the headboard and your hands immediately went to his hair. 

He opened the book he was reading and planted it in a way so that you could see it as well. Sam's smile dropped a bit when those thoughts slipped into his mind again and he became slightly insecure. 

You noticed his mood changed and you frowned. Reaching over his shoulders you closed the book and set it aside. 

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, his soft hair tickling your face. It made you giggle a bit. 

"What's wrong my love?" You asked softly. He sighed at the feeling of your warm breath across his skin. 

Your hand reached up once again to play with his hair. 

"Do you think I should cut my hair?" He asked disheartenedly. You lifted your head and angled his head so he could look at you. Confusion was written across your features. 

"Why in all of hell would you ask me that Sammy?" Your voice had an incredulous tone. 

He looked away a bit embarrassed.

"Dean was just saying-" you cut him off with a huff.

"Of course Dean would say something. Sammy, don't listen to him." You told your boyfriend. 

He looked at you once again with his puppy dog eyes. Your heart ached a bit. 

"I didn't think it was that bad..." he trailed off. 

You brushed your thumb along his cheek. "Sam, your hair is one of my favorite things about you. It's something that stands out about you. Plus it gives me something to hold onto." You winked at your boyfriend.

His cheeks flushed and he let out a small chuckle. 

He shifted his body so he was sitting up. You bent your knees a bit, he took a hold of your ankles and pulled you down onto the bed. Your head now resting on the pillow. You chuckled at his actions, and reached out to grab his hands. You tugged on his hands and he smiled before lying down on his stomach. When he lied down his head was against your stomach. His hands were under your shirt gently resting over your ribs. You smiled at the feeling and ran your fingers through his hair. Picking up the soft strands and making little braids here and there.