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“Dean, where are you taking me?” You squirmed in the passenger seat of the Impala while it roared down the road. 

“You’ll see in a few minutes.” He reached over and squeezed your thigh, the touch taking you by surprise. He’d blindfolded you the second you got in the car and refused to let you take it off until he helped you back out. You whined and pouted, leaning your head against the window. 

Just a few minutes later, you heard the crunch of gravel as Dean threw the Impala into park. The seat shifted below you before the door slammed and rattled your bones. Your door creaked open and Dean took your hand, helping you stand and turning you around a few times before stopping you, his hands holding your shoulders.

“You’re a jerk.” You grumbled, dizzy out of your mind. 

“I’m your jerk.” His fingers pinched the end of the knot and pulled gently, the bandana falling around your neck before he stuffed it in his pocket. 

“Dean!” You squealed as you took in the full apple trees surrounding you. “Seriously? Apple picking?” You turned and threw your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. 

“I know how badly you’ve been wantin’ to do this.” He grinned, placing your feet back on the ground and placing his hand in the small of your back. 

“For years, Dean. Thank you.” You stretched up and pecked his cheek. “I haven’t even seen an orchard since I was... ten? Maybe longer.” Your eyes glazed over as you smiled at your childhood memories. Ever since your grandparents took you in after the loss of your parents, you’d pleaded every fall to go back to the orchard, but they refused. 

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Dean started walking, his steps falling in time with yours as you lifted the basket and headed between the trees. “You do know you’re making me a pie when we get home, right?” 

“Misha, did you - oh my God.” You rounded the corner into your kitchen and saw your husband elbow-deep in a pumpkin with a wide smile on his face. As the wrinkles around his eyes deepened, you shook your head. “What are you doing?” 

“Cleaning it out!” His eyes widened and he took on that perfectly innocent facade he always seemed to have.

“I asked you to cut the tops, not shove your hand in them and dump the seeds all over the table.” You laughed and walked toward him cautiously. “Give me that hand.” Extending your arm, you laid your palm out for him to place his hand in it. He smiled mischievously and you instantly regretted your decision to get so close to him. “Don’t you-” You cut yourself off with a squeal as the inside of a pumpkin splattered into your hair and all over your face. 

Misha laughed loudly as your jaw dropped and you looked at him, strings of pumpkin hanging in your face with seeds dangling from them. 

“I cannot believe you just did that.” You shook your head, walking toward him again. Misha’s eyes grew wide as he shook his head and lifted his hands in surrender. “Oh no, too late to raise that white flag, mister.” You shoved your hand into the pumpkin and cringed at the feeling of the inside of it oozing between your fingers. Withdrawing your hand, you lobbed the handful of pumpkin guts at him. It landed on his neck and chest with a loud, wet splat noise, making you cringe again.

The next thing you knew, more pumpkin was flying your way. You returned the favor once again and before you knew it, you and Misha were in a full on pumpkin war. Once both pumpkins were hallowed out and the innards were strewn across your kitchen, you fell against the wall laughing breathily. Your eyes met Misha’s across the room and you instantly knew what was coming next. 

“Race you to the shower!” You shouted as you booked it down the hallway, Misha on your tail and grabbing at your belt loops. He pulled you back against his chest and wrapped his arms around you as he bent and whispered in your ear. 

“I’ll get the places you can’t reach.”

Fall 2017

hot cider

Dean x Reader [same fic as prompt #15]

corn mazes

Jensen x Reader

haunted houses

Jared x Reader

Dean x Reader

Sam x Reader

hayrides (also haunted, if you’d like)

Dean x Reader

Sam x Reader

carving pumpkins

Misha x Reader

apple picking

Sam x Reader

Dean x Reader

Jensen x Reader

pumpkin patches

Sam x Reader

costumes

Sam x Reader

fires

Dean x Reader

layered clothing (specifically flannel)

Gabriel x Reader

Jensen x Reader

scarves/beanies

Sam x Reader

Castiel x Reader

baking

Jared x Reader

Gil x Reader

hot cocoa

Sam x Reader

Dean x Reader

crunchy leaves

Sam x Reader

Charlie x Reader

Dean x Reader

cuddling to stay warm

Sam x Reader

Dean x Reader [same fic as prompt #1]

Fall 2018

pumpkin spice drinks

cold weather

Castiel x Reader

sweaters/flannels

Jared x Reader - Oct. 4 @ 2am

Jensen x Reader (combined with prompt #2)

Dean x Reader (combined with prompt #2)

changing leaves

fuzzy socks

Sam x Reader

Jensen x Reader

Jared x Reader

Halloween

hayrides

Jensen x Reader - Oct. 2 @ 1am

Sam x Reader 

haunted houses

Dean x Reader

Jared x Reader (combined with prompt #7)

Sam x Reader

cornmazes

Thanksgiving

Jensen x Reader

“I can’t believe you talked me into this.” Dean rolled his eyes, trying to hide a smile. 

“Talked you into it, sure. I really had to twist your arm.” You giggled and snuggled against Dean’s side. “It’s cold out here.” 

“C’mere, sweetheart.” His arm fell over your shoulder and pulled you into his jacket. 

“Mmm.” You smiled as you wrapped your arms around his trim waist. “Thank you.” You looked up at him with a smile as the two of you were ushered into the dark hallway. 

“Fresh meat!” The costumed man shouted into the blackness, a shriek and cackle coming back in response. Dean laced his fingers with yours and pulled you through the maze of walkways, hands reaching out and grabbing at your legs as you walked. A set of long, bony fingers gripped your ankle and yanked your leg backward, causing you to stumble. 

“What the hell...” You grumbled, Dean helping you steady yourself again. “They’re not supposed to hurt us, are they?” You brushed the dirt off your legs. Dean shook his head.

“Don’t think so.” He furrowed his brow. “You okay?” You nodded and continued through the hall. The hand grasped your leg again and pulled you back, yanking your hand from Dean’s and dragging you down the corridor by your foot. 

“Dean!” You screamed into the darkness, but there was no response. Whatever had a hold on you you wasn’t working alone, and the second of the pair had gotten Dean.

“Come on, Jense!” Your voice fell into the abyss that was the cornfield before you. “Jensen...?” You spun around, hearing nothing but the wind blowing through the stalks. “Jensen, come on this isn’t funny anymore.” You felt your heart start to beat a little faster. You’d seen one too many horror movies to be comfortable standing alone in the middle of a corn maze, mid-October, just after the sun had set. “Jensen Ross Ackles.” You tried your best to sound angry, but you were shaking like a leaf. 

Behind you, a corn stalk snapped, making you jump out of your skin and whimper. You spun quickly and pulled your phone out of your pocket, dragging the screen from the edge and flicking on the flashlight as fast as you could. There was more rustling and movement from where you were shining your flashlight, causing you to step back and push your back against the rows of corn behind you. Just as tears began to well in your eyes and you swallowed around the lump in your throat, ready to scream Jensen’s name once again, a small golden retriever puppy came prancing from between the corn. 

“Oh my God. Hi buddy! What are you doing out here?” It was like every bad thing in the world disappeared in that moment and all that mattered was the little yellow dog at your feet. Bending down, you scooped him up and began checking the light blue collar around his neck. “You don’t have any tags... Hm.” With a furrowed brow, you plucked something that resembled a note from the metal hook on the collar. You reluctantly put the pup back on the ground at your feet, where he sat and stared up at you with his big eyes, and read the paper. “Oh... Jensen.” You breathed, eyes moving from the words scrawled in your boyfriend’s handwriting to Jensen’s form as he dropped to one knee in front of you.

“So?” He smirked. “Will you?”

“Yes!” You nodded, tears streaming from your eyes. Jensen stood and pulled you into his chest, lifting you and planting a firm kiss on your lips. When you pulled away, Jensen slipped the diamond ring on your finger and wiped the tears from under your eyes. You laughed and threw your arms around his neck when you felt something bump against your ankle. Drawing back from Jensen, arms still laced around his neck, you looked into his glistening eyes, then down at your feet, and back up at Jensen. “But I get to keep the puppy, right?” 

Your mug was filled almost to the brim, but you always made sure to leave enough room in Dean’s for him to add the spiced rum he couldn’t do without. You laughed and shook your head slightly as you thought back on all the times he told you, “Without the booze, it’s just apple juice. That’s too healthy for me.”

“You comin’?” Speak of the Devil, his rough voice beckoned you from down the hall.

“On my way.” You scooped up the mugs and grabbed the bottle of rum from the counter, tucking it under your arm and making sure the stove was adjusted to low heat before leaving it to stay warm. “Here.” You pushed the mug into Dean’s large palms and he waited for you to pass him the liquor. 

“Thanks.” He gave you a small smile and dumped booze into his cider. “So...” He took a sip from his mug. 

“So.” You repeated. “When do you think they’ll be out to repair the heat in this place? Since you and Sam can’t seem to find the problem.” With a small eye roll and a tiny laugh, you brought out Dean’s bitchface. 

“Probably another couple of days.” He grumbled, sipping his drink once again. “God, this is so good. Where’d you learn how to make your own cider?” He raised a brow. You tipped your head back and cackled.

“You think I make this? Dean this is out of a jug from the grocery store. I just put it in a pot and heat it up. Then you add the good stuff.” You tilted your head toward him. “Actually, let me try some of that.” You held out your hand and watched as Dean hurriedly gave you the bottle. “Hey, Dean?” You stirred your drink with your finger. 

“Yeah?” He leaned back against his headboard and closed his eyes. 

“It’s... I’m cold.” You spoke softly. One of Dean’s eyes popped open as he grinned. Holding his mug in his left hand, he stretched out his right arm across the top of the bed and motioned with his head. “C’mere.” You slowly crawled up the bed toward him and leaned into his side as his arm wrapped around you.

Between the warmth of the drink between your palms, the fuzzy heat that was already blossoming inside you from the alcohol, and the sheer bliss you were feeling being cuddled into Dean Winchester, you weren’t sure you ever wanted the bunker’s heat to be fixed. 

“This crap is so itchy.” Dean grumbled and brushed the hay from his jacket sleeves. You sighed and leaned back against the wooden board behind you, head falling backward as you looked at the sky in defeat. “What?” 

“Nothing, Dean. I just... this has always been one of my favorite things to do this time of year and y- you hate it.” Your eyes closed slowly as the tractor started up and the exhausted puffed out a cloud of grey smoke. 

“Hey, come here.” Dean snaked his arm behind your lower back and scooted you across the hay bale until you were pressed against his side. “I’m sorry. It’s just all this Halloween stuff has always been so weird to me and Sam. We hunt monsters for a living, so when we come to do things like this it - it just doesn’t do anything for us, you know?” You nodded. 

“I get that, really, I do, but I just wish you would try to have fun with it. Let them scare you, let them bring their chainless chainsaws in here and brush against your leg, let them laugh in your face and make the people around you cower away. Please?” You leaned against his shoulder and he leaned down, his cheek resting on the top of your head.

“Yeah, I’ll try.” He squeezed you as the tractor and cart rounded the first corner into a pitch black field. 

“Oh shit.” You breathed, clutching onto Dean’s shirt under his jacket. “Dean.” 

“I’m right here.” He wrapped his other arm around the front of you and drew you closer to him. You felt him jump when someone in costume tapped on his shoulder and he turned to face him. 

“Give me the girl.” The man rasped. Dean swallowed hard and shook his head. “Give. Me. The girl.” With his last word, he reached out and laid his hand on your shoulder, making you jump. You clawed at Dean’s skin through his clothes, and he felt your heart racing against his side. “She’s scared. I can smell it.” The scratchy voice was coming closer to you as you curled yourself into a ball and wiggled into Dean’s lap. “You can keep her for now, but I’ll be back, don’t you worry.” He jumped off the side of the wagon and ran back into the darkness.

“It’s okay baby girl, he’s gone.” Dean murmured against your head. As you looked up at him with fearful eyes, he realized why you wanted him with you so badly. You were terrified of this stuff, no matter how many real monsters you’d seen. The jump scare aspect of all of this was so much different than the stuff you hunted from day to day. You needed to be protected, and that’s what Dean had promised he would do, so he did.