#supernat

Dean:

PLEASE get high with him

he’s all touchy and grabby

he knows you so well

“y/n. you’re high.”

“how’d you know?”

“you’re eating like a starving person.”

“oh.”

dean would hate the smell of weed

he likes getting high/stoned but he HATES the smell

“why can’t they scent it???”

“stop being a baby.”

high sex/dry humping and making out.

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Sam:

sam likes to see your antics while your high

he gets you all the food and the water you’d ever want

he definitely gets high sometimes but not too often

he’s taken you to a firework show while you’re high and took so many photos of you looking at the fireworks and going 👁️👄👁️

he makes sore you’re safe

“y/n. are you high?”

“maybe. why?”

“… it’s literally 10am.”

“okay?”

participates in 4/20

holding your hips and rubbing your back

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Castiel:

hahahahahah i’m giggling

cas when he tries weed:

i’m sorry he’s so funny

he’s def coughing and shit

but he gets the hang of it and is CRAVING some red meat, man.

“my mouth is dry.”

“ah. that’s normal.”

“it feels like a desert.”

“oh.”

“can i have something wet like water?”

he’s staying away from it but he has fun watching you

he likes seeing you relaxed and stuff

makes him happy!!

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Crowley:

he is BLAZING UP

literally he’ll out-smoke you (not js bc he’s a demon bbg)

he smokes anytime you smoke

he def has a whole stash

he makes sure you’re responsible though

cant have you be in trouble

he gets you everything you need

The light from the room glows, presumably Sam doing research with Dean. Even though they wanted you to rest, you went out to see if you could find any more clues in the spots of the murders. You turn the key unlocking the door to the hotel room that you share with your boyfriend. You are so out of it, you didn’t realized the soft moans that came from a familiar voice. There is a trail of clothes that your eyes follow and find Dean in the act with another woman. All different kinds of thoughts run through your mind. The promises he made are broken. Every part of the relationship built had fallen. The trust Dean gained is ruined.

“I wish you were the monster I just killed!” You yell at Dean. The woman under him looks confused. Before she had the chance to say anything Dean spoke.

“Wait, sweetheart!! It’s not what it–” Dean proclaims struggling to stand up almost revealing him and the mysterious woman.

Before walking out of the room you turn back and state, “Don’t call me sweetheart and don’t tell me what it doesn’t look like because it’s clear to me that you are having sex with another woman!” You slam the door behind you heading to Sam’s room.

There was no inch in your body that wanted to be with a Winchester right now, you didn’t want to be alone.

Sam’s face glows from the light blue of his laptop, most likely looking up more lore and more evidence. He doesn’t realize anything wrong with you because he is used to you researching with him. You jump onto the unmade bed and begin to cry. At first it is silent, but then begins to become more noticeable as Sam comes to investigate what is wrong.

“I know this case is hard with the families, but we are going to get these monsters like we always do,” Sam says in a soft voice. He sits on the bed facing you, for all the years he has known you he isn’t used to seeing you cry, “C’mon, let’s go for a walk and talk about it.” He pushes back some hair trying to figure out what happened to you.

“I don’t want to go for a walk and head him. Dean cheated on me and probably still is.” You sniffle trying to wipe away your tears with your jacket. Saying it aloud only wanted to make you cry harder. “What?!” Sam, in shock, heads for the door.

“Sam, don’t, it doesn’t– it doesn’t matter right now.” You sit up and tie up your hair, “We still have a case to finish.”

Heading to the bathroom, mascara still runs down your face. You splash your face with cold water multiple times and dry it off with a random towel. Your face appears fully red from crying and your eyes already started to puff. Leaving the bathroom, you find Sam standing still, in shock that his brother would do such a thing, but also in shock that you jumped back so fast. He doesn’t know that it will continue to bother you and all you wanted to do was go back to Dean. Sam pulls you into a hug. You wipe away the tears and clear your throat.

“What else you got?” You sit down next to Sam, looking onto his laptop.

Someone knocks on the door. Sam lays on his stomach, a pillow dividing each other. Sam groans continuing to sleep. You get up to answer the door. It’s Dean. Before he can even talk you slam the door back in his face. You return back to the bed going avoid everything possible.

“C’mon, y/n, just talk to me. I know I have no excuse, but please.” Dean muffles from outside. Sam answers the door in his boxers and a shirt. Dean looks confused, but assumes the worst ad pushes his brother back into the room. Dean appears furious while Sam still tries to wake up.

“Stop, why are you doing this?” Sam stays holding off Dean.

“You and y/n! Really? That’s a low blow, Sammy.”

“All we did was research for the case, calm down.” You say getting up from the bed and leaving the room.

Dean tries to stop you, but you continue leaving. You are still in the clothes from the day before other than a shirt borrowed from Sam, you figured the one you were wearing before smelt bad from the dirt and sweat, not to mention blood. As you leave to go to the diner, Sam gets ready and Dean follows after you. After sitting in an awkward silence for over ten minutes, Sam arrives and slides next to Dean.

“It’s a weird demon and vampire buddy situation. Demon’s lure the bodies and they both reap the benefits. We just have to find the alpha and the demon who does the dirty work.” Sam says as he yawns. He takes a cup of coffee into his hands, thanking the waiter.

“I’ll go call Crowley, see if he has anything to do with it.” You say and immediately stand up to go outside.

“I really messed up, Sammy.” Dean says putting his head in his hands almost wanting to cry.

“No sh*t.”

The case ended more easily than the three of you thought. One of Crowley’s demons decided to rebel, but he helped fix the problem and enjoyed the benefits from the young and damned souls. Back at the bunker, you and Dean still hadn’t talked about that night. The silence grew more distant. Sam couldn’t stand how quiet you are. He checked on you more often than Dean, maybe it was because Sam only knew a few of the things that tipped you off. None of them had seen you torn up about a guy like this before, if anything you were able to drop them faster than you would pick them up.

“Write her a letter or something, you need to explain yourself, Dean. It’s worse than when I didn’t have a soul.” Sam says as he reads lore found in the bunker.

“I get it, Sammy, but I know her, we both do. She is too stubborn to read a letter let alone look at me.” Dean takes another drink. It was his third and it wasn’t even 3 P.M. Sam sighs heavily before going into the kitchen.

You were settling into what used to be your room before you decided to “move in” with Dean, but you really just put a few of your things in his room and slept there. You question yourself why you are staying and thought about you often wanted to leave. Sam continued to tell you day in and day out that even though you were an even more experienced hunter than them, it wasn’t as safe as it used to be. In a way, you agreed with him, but also it was all you had known for years.

They found you when you were hunting wraiths. Castiel recognized you, he said that there was a lot of talk about you in Heaven and Hell. Dean instantly became interested in this female hunter that was even more cooler than himself. You were constantly invited to stay at the bunker, but always refused until one day Cas brought you there. He healed you up and made the decision of you staying with the Winchester boys for now on. He also decided it was better for you than sleeping in the back of your truck. Sam and you clicked instantly on pouring over lore and research, not to mention unsolved true crime. Dean was always jealous, but he didn’t know that you always had your eye on him. As smooth as he seems to be, he didn’t pick on much of your flirting until you kissed him. You’ve been with them for almost four years now.

Dean knocks on your door. You welcome him in thinking it is Sam. At first he seems scared not knowing how you would react, but then continued on his mission.

“I really need to explain to you and apologize.” Dean says with sincerity in his voice.

“Okay, talk.” You fold your arms.

“That night, I got so drunk I couldn’t even remember my own name. That case was hard for all of us and I just couldn’t crack it. I know what I did was wrong and I am so sorry. It is the only thing I regret in my entire life. I know you will never have me back, but I want you to stay here.” Dean says stepping closer. “Knowing that you are safe, makes us feel more comfortable. I can’t have you leave, you mean too much.”

“I’ll–I’ll stay here.”