And there goes another one. She thought as the Impala drove past yet another motel that night. She as Dean had been on the road for a good five hours now. Without stop. Although it wasn't like you could just make a pitstop during the middle of a blizzard and expect to get back on the road. (Dean/Reader (OC))
She had spent most of the night tossing and turning in her bed. Her mind was swimming with thoughts for the previous couple of days and they wouldn't leave her alone. (Human!Cas/Reader one-shot)
'Imagine a witch turning Dean into a dog and him being really affectionate towards you and sleeping in your bed by the spell wears off in the middle of the night and you wake up cuddling with Dean.' as found on supernaturalimagines on tumblr
'Sister!fic where reader gets kidnapped by a monster and the brothers save her, yet she is physically and emotionally beaten up so Dean never leaves her side and takes care of nce they have a special bond.' As requested by samanddeanwinchester on tumblr
'Imagine Castiel accidentally reading the reader's mind when she is fantasizing about kissing him' Cas/ Reader as requested by hellosociallyawkwardangel on tumblr
The first time Dean wanted to tell her, they were in the library of the Bunker, researching poltergeists for their next case. It was just him and her in that large room - Sammy had turned in for the night a while back. Dean/OC (Reader)
'Reader feels bad about herself and has been crushing on one of the boys for a while and then someone she used to know tries to flirt with the one that she likes and she gets even more upset because she feels like she has no hope now and then it ends with some serious fluffy fluff.' as requested by anonymous. slight Dean/OC (Reader) fic
He met her gaze and she would have bet everything she owned - if she wasn't succumbing to a high fever - that Dean Winchester was smiling down at her in admiration. {Dean takes care of a sick Reader.} Slight Dean/OC (Reader)
It shouldn't have bothered her. They barely ever did. But a couple backhanded comments - said right to her face in an insulting tone - from the victim's widow that she and Dean had been questioning reminded her that she wasn't as attractive as most other girls. Dean/OC (Reader)
Dean looked into the incubator, watching his daughter fight for her life. The mother of this little infant was asleep in her hospital room after the hard labor. Dean/OC (Reader)
She was sitting alone at one of the tables in the library of the Bunker - reading a book that she had started God knows when and had just gotten around to continuing - when she heard a crash. She got up out of her seat and grabbed the weapon that was closest to her - the Samurai sword that Dean had been playing with not too long ago. Dean/OC (Reader)
Imagine: On a hunt, you rent a motel room with only two beds so the winchester brothers both do rock, paper, scissors to find out who gets to share a bed with you
Imagine Dean hearing you cry after a heated argument: The snide comments, bickering, blatant disagreements, and heated disputes had been building up for two weeks until it all blew up. One of them would say something under his or her breaths and the other would react negatively. These blips had only gotten worse as the Mark of Cain made itself home within Dean.
Imagine trying to get Dean into more recent music but he says he hates it, but you find him a few days later humming the songs around the Bunker
You're useless. She thought as she sat in the Bunker, waiting for the Winchesters to return from their latest hunt. Dean had told her to stay behind to do some 'important research' but she knew the real reason why she was staying behind: she just slowed them down. It seemed logical - even to her. Dean/Reader
Imagine Dean getting distracted by your butt while trying to explain a case to you.
Cuddle time with Sam. (Sam x Reader/OC)It was the quiet time between cases that was her favorite. The time where the brothers weren't fighting. Where nothing really dramatic occurred and she could sit on the sofa with a good book without being interrupted about some crazy homicidal ghost or yet another vampire nest that needed to be dealt with. And that's just what she did.
She was alone in the library of the underground bunker, researching unnatural things that could cause a house-wife to all-of-a-sudden snap and murder her family. When she looked at her watch, she noticed that it was the ungodly hour of four A.M. Last time she checked, it was midnight - and the dynamic duo were still with her.
Dean pulled up and parked off to the side of the road, just outside the small cemetery. She was a hard one to find, especially when she disabled the GPS system on her phone. He walked through the gates and searched the plots and assorted tombstone for the long brown hair that he was so familiar with.