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Therapist: Mr.Winchester, your life isnt a movie.

Sam: i hope its a short film

Therapist: ....

Everything points to me being so compatible with Sam, but my heart so wants an apple pie life with Dean instead.

Last night, I was reading Dean Imagines and I couldn’t help but think that Dean and I would have been together in a different world if given the chance. Anyone else?😂😂😂

I’m not Your Indian Princess

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Native American Reader, Sam x Fem!Native American Reader(platonic)

WHAT DID I JUST WRITE???

Warnings: Triggers of racism, Strong Political Themes(most of you Natives will understand what I’m talking about), A bit of sexism, crack story..., Cas is not in this one. Sorry!

WARNING! IF YOU STRONGLY DISLIKE NATIVE AMERICAN PEOPLE, PLEASE LEAVE AND DON’T LEAVE ANY MEAN COMMENTS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! IF i DO FIND ANY OFFENSIVE COMMENTS, I WILL BLOCK YOU AND DELETE YOUR COMMENT(OR FIND A WAY). ALSO YOU MIGHT HAVE JUST GOT A WHOLE TRIBE OR FEW AFTER YOU. YOU WERE WARNED!!!!!!!

A/N: This one is for @tinymoony​!  hope you like! It’s sort of weird, so please forgive me.

 The night was dark and the moon was out. It was almost a full moon, which meant that werewolves could be out right now, well metaphorically speaking. Tonight, there would be no werewolves and there most certainly would not be any werewolf hunting either. Tonight was Halloween and we would get a break from the storm that we called our life. Tonight we would rest and then start again tomorrow because tomorrow is when all the real monsters came out to play.

I scanned the page that was pulled up on my computer. Not a hunt in sight so far. I just finished my last hunt with a Wendigo and now I needed to find another one. It’s not that that I wanted to, but I needed to. I needed to keep my brain occupied or else it would drift back to that dark memory of the night I lost my cousin. Dark memories of that night flashed through my mind. I did not want to talk about it, nor did I want to speak about it. All I wanted to remember was that it happened that night and I needed to find the monster that killed my cousin. Along the way, I found a few more things to hunt and learned a few new things. I also found two tremendously good hunters as well. Their names were Sam and Dean Winchester and they wanted to hunt with me. Something about me being Native and helping them with the cultures and lores. I told them that I was only one tribe though and that there were many tribes that represented themselves as Native American or a better term would be Indigenous. They didn’t mind anyways and said that I could help with getting in with the tribes anyways. Apparently from what Sam has told me, it has been hard for them to even get some of the Indigenous people to help them. I told them that it was probably because of what happened back when America was being colonized and not to be offended by it- just learn and move forward. Ever since I joined them though, more Indigenous people have been more open to telling us things and opening up a little more. 

“Hey (Y/N).” I looked up at the person calling my name, meeting beautiful, forest green eyes. The man with the beautiful, forest green eyes was named Sam Winchester. He had beautiful short brown hair that he spent hours on and a tall, towering frame that  made him bigger than most. Even though he was tall, he still had the personality of a playful puppy. I smiled at him. “Yeah Sam?” I asked, looking back at my computer. “All you do is work, you need to just relax tonight.” I sighed and ran my hands over my face. He was right after all. I had to get away from the computer and start having a little more fun. If not for Sam, then for Dean. Dean... Dean Winchester was the  oldest out of the two and he had me whipped. I loved how his eyes sparkled in the sun and how they complimented his face shape. I also loved how he styled his hair and how he looked so put together with the various hairstyles that he did. Oh and his voice. It was like warm, dark chocolate melting in  my mouth. He did things to me, but it was not not just the physical things, it was also the things unseen as well. His personality was was a mix between a cute, little, feisty kitten and a ferocious tiger. Some of the girls that I have talked to have even compared him to a sex god. I wouldn’t go that far to describe him though, even he might and probably was good in bed. 

I sighed and turned my head just in time to see him sitting at the bar, talking to a girl dressed in an offensive Native American Costume. The costume consisted of cheap brown fabric that tried imitating buckskin, but failed miserably. the skirt came up above her knees, showing all of her leg area. Her feet was cladded with brown boots that failed to be moccasins, while her chest area was on display as she leaned over and talked to Dean. She also had her blonde hair in two loose braids, while she had a beaded head band on and fake colored feathers in the back. With a revealing outfit like hers, there was literally nothing to the imagination. To make it worse, almost all the guys in the bar were gawking at her. 

I shook  my head and turned back to where Sam was sitting. Sam looked at me and then where I was looking a few minute ago. He just smiled at me knowingly. “(Y/N), that girl will never be as beautiful as you in such clothing.” I sighed and looked at him. “I don’t care if the girl holds a candle to me in that clothing, Sam. It’s outright disrespectful that she would even wear such a costume.” I said concernedly. The smile that he had on before was quickly replaced with a smile. “what do you mean?” he asked. This answer alone just made me frustrated. I sighed and got up. “You know what? Watch and learn.” I said and made my way out the barn. I would show him. 

A few minutes after I left, I heard a voice calling out to me. It was Sam again. “(Y/N)! Wait up! Where are you going?” I huffed a little, turned around and looked back at him. “Do you want to know what a real Native American looks like? Because that is sure as heck isn’t it!” I started yelling. He looked down at the ground. “I’m sorry if I offended you.” I looked around and took a deep breath. “It’s not your fault Sam. It’s just...” “Just what?” He asked, trying to look for some explanation from me. I sighed again. I’ve noticed I have been doing that a bunch lately. I looked at him again. “ It’s just that I can’t believe after all that I have taught Dean about Native American culture, he still has the mordacity to look at that girl who doesn’t even know what any of that stuff that she’s wearing even means. It’s literally a slap in my face and a joke to all Indigenous women out there.” I said, in a frustrated tone. 

Before I even knew what was happening, I felt big arms make their way around my body, engulfing me in a hug. “I am so sorry.” he said. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him back. “It’s ok.” I said in a whisper. He pulled away immediately and looked at me. “No it’s not! You’re right! With all that has happened with the Native American nation, Dean and I should be more respectful!” He pulled my hand and started pulling me back into the bar. This gesture made me confused. “Wait Sam, what are we doing.” I asked. He looked back at me and smiled. “I have an idea.” He said, mischievously.

After that, we went back in and got Dean. Dean was really disappointed, but Sam said that it was very important. The girl, who was with him looked very upset and gave me a mean look. Then she walked off and started talking to some other guy. Afterwards, Sam pulled us both back to Baby and we were off. 

In what seemed like thirty minutes, we were back at the Bunker. Sam got out of his seat and with in minutes was opening my door. I was so very confused, but did not question that big genius in front of me. If he had a plan, he had a plan and I trusted that he had a plan. 

As soon as we got into the bunker, he told me to get my stuff that I usually used for pow wows(for the sake of this fanfic, reader is a pow wow dancer. If you don’t know what that is, look it up. There’s too much to explain.). I stopped cold in my tracks. “Why?” I asked, looking at him. “Remember how you said that there was a cultural dance or pow wow near us that was happening to celebrate Halloween?” I just nodded. “But then I said that it was ok if we didn’t go because Dean wanted to do other things anyways?” I added in a question. Sam nodded and smiled. “Well, I was thinking that we could go to it and we would learn what real beauty an actual Native American girl has, instead of the crazy getups that those girls that Dean hangs out with wears. “ This answer made my lips form an O shape, while nodding. I just smiled and started to my room to get my stuff again. 

 As soon as I got into my room, I started packing my stuff. Dean, nor Sam have ever seen me in my regalia. I only just told them about this hobby of mine and how much it meant to me, but to see me in action? This would be weird and crazy, but I was going to trust Sam on this. 

I continued to pack my stuff and then got my makeup that I usually wore for pow wows. Did I mention that Sam and Dean have not really seen me in a face full of make-up either? I mean, I touch up my brows a bit, wear a few swipes of mascara, and occasionally, maybe a neutral lip color, but that’s about it. I zipped up my suitcase and started for the front door of the bunker, while meeting Sam on the way. “Ready to show Dean what a real Native American looks like?” He asked. I nervously smiled and nodded. Let’s do this. 

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It was a long drive to the gym where the pow wow was being held. Occasionally Dean would ask where we were going and Sam would just respond with a “You’ll See”. As soon as we came into the parking lot of the gym area, Sam stopped at the front and dropped me off. “Good Luck (Y/N).” He said, and then they were off, with Dean in question. I waved and then I started for the door. When I opened the door, the pow wow music filled my ears, making me want to cry. It had been a while since I have been to one, nevertheless competed in one. This would be my first time in a while, since dancing in a pow wow again. 

I started towards the bathroom, where al the girls were going to get dressed. Flashbacks and memories of my family filled my mind. During another time, I would go with them to these things and dance with my siblings. We went to as many as we could when I was a child. Though, when my cousin got killed, I stopped going to them and started hunting, leaving my family behind. They thought that I was going to college, but I wasn’t and only I knew that. I couldn’t tell them because if I did, I risked getting them hurt or even killed, like my cousin. 

As soon as I reached the bathroom, I went into the first stall that was occupied and started getting dressed. I put on my dress, belt, leggings, and moccasins and then started braiding my hair. The thought of Dean came into my mind. I didn’t know what his reaction would be, but let’s hope good? A part of myself told myself to stop thinking about him and to think about the things that I should be thinking about which were good things for myself and my family. 

In no time, I was dressed and out of the stall, now focusing my head accessories, which included my head band, hair wraps, and a feather. Not the fake one, like the girl at the bar had, but a real one. Then I started on my makeup, fixing it to perfection. 

The outfit and hair.

The full makeup look, besides the lips.

The lips.

As soon as I was done with everything, I took one last look in the mirror. Everything looked as good as I could get it, so I made my way out of the bathroom and to the gym area, where the music could be heard. Time to make a statement. 

When I walked into the gym, all I could spot were native people just like me and the occasional Caucasian going few that wanted to immerse themselves in the culture. My eyes roamed every area of the gym, until they landed on a guy with naturally, short, wind blown hair shaped to the said and another guy with long hair, tucked behind his ears. They were looking at what was happening at the dance floor. I started walking over to them, when all of a sudden my category was called, which was women fancy shawl. I turned around and started  making my way to the dance floor. As soon as I stepped into the floor, I made myself comfortable with all the other girls in my category. The thought of Dean and Sam and what Dean would think pushed all the way back into my mind. It was time to get in the zone. 

I held my shawl close to my body, as the Mc started talking. He was just giving updates for a little while and he asked one of the drum groups to take it away. The music started and I closed my eyes. The beat filling my ears as I started dancing. Everything being pulled away from me as a I had the time of my life. 

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Dean’s P.O.V

 I watched as (Y/N) started dancing. Wow, I did not know that she could move like that. She looked so graceful and just breath taking. Everything about her was breath taking. She looked so much better than the girl in the bar. If I could compare her and the girl, that girl does not stand a chance against her. She was like what you saw in the picture when you ordered from Amazon and the girl was like what you get instead. (Y/N) was authentic and beautiful every way, in her culture or not. I turned to Sam, my jaw dropped. “She looks awesome.” was all I could manage Sam just smiled and nodded. “She’s beautiful.” He stated.

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The music ended and made my final pose. I took a few deep breaths to catch my breath and then I stood straighter and started walking to the entrance of the dance floor, while the other girls stood in line to be judged.

As I made my way outside of the of the dance floor, I immediately spotted Sam and Dean standing by the bleachers. At first, I was surprised that they even came in, but then I remembered why they were here. immediately, I turned around and started walking the other way. Thoughts of Dean not wanting to be here in the first place and him probably getting frustrated with me came into my mind. He probably was dragged in here by Sam. What would  he think of me? He probably was going to think that I was just trying to impress him and that I like him because of it. That was not it at all though! I just wanted to make a point that, that girl in the bar was just a “clown” as everyone would say today and that Indigenous Women were more than what she was portraying. 

 As I was walking away, I heard my name being called through the loud music. I started walking faster, until I was almost running now. I pushed through a crowd of people lined up to get food and quickly said sorry. Then I was running again. The person kept calling my name and now that we were away from the loud music, I knew who it was. 

Dean Winchester was calling my name, while I ran away from him. He was running after me trying to catch up to me. In any other setting this would be a dream come true, but this was just not the setting. I wanted him to effortlessly fall for me. I didn’t want to force him, just because I showed him a part of me that was different. A part that he didn’t get to see every day and that showed a part of my inner beauty(Sam’s words, not mine). 

I finally made my way, running outside and stopped until I was at the end of the parking lot and stopped. I bent over, while my hands went to my knees. My breaths came out in deep spurts every now and then. Dancing and running afterwards was not a good combination. I put my hands behind my head and tried to control my breathing. 

As I turned around to start walking back, I stopped in my tracks. There in my peripheral vison stood the very man that I didn’t want to see right now. He was looking me up and down with a look of awe. “Hi.” he finally said, after a little bit of silence. I looked down at the floor and didn’t say anything. “(Y/N).” he said again. I signed and looked back him, meeting his beautiful, green eyes. “What?” I said a little harshly. This shocked him and made him step back a little. “You want me now, after you just saw me? You didn’t want me back at the bar, while you were hanging with that skimpy girl, who was making a fool out of herself, while she was trying to imitate me!” I yelled. I wasn’t even trying to hold it in anymore. It was too much and I needed to let it out. “(Y/N), I-” I cut him off. “No, you listen Dean Freaking Winchester! You are a disrespectful jerk.! You know that!” His eyebrows were scrunched, while a look of confusion washed over his face. “Why am I a jerk?” he asked. I sighed, trying not to lose my composer. “You don’t have any respect for my culture at all!” “Why do you say that? I have the utmost respect for your culture! I just stood in there and watched you dance! I was entranced by you! Why would you say that?” He was now yelling and pointing at the door to the gym. 

Tears started making their way down my face, probably ruining my makeup. “BECAUSE!” I screamed. This made him shut up and look at me. There was a moment of silence between us. He looked shocked and I am pretty sure that I looked terrified. “Because.” I said, more softly. “You were staring at her in that stupid outfit and that outfit shows so much disrespect to me and the people that I represented tonight. I expected more from you Dean.” My head turned away, while I closed my eyes. Tears kept coming out, probably washing all my blush, concealer, and foundation off. “(Y/N), I would never-” I cut him off again. “Save it.” I said, making my way past him and back into the gym. 

From what I could remember, he didn’t even call my name after that. He didn’t even run after me. Part of me wanted him to, but the other half was just frustrated and heartbroken with him that I didn’t have the motivation to care. 

I went inside and found Sam waiting for me. I think he knew what happened because his arms were in the form of wanting to give me a hug. I let him engulf me in a big bearlike hug and then I pulled away. He smiled sadly and wiped my tears away with the pad of his thumb. “You looked amazing out there tonight.”he softly spoke. I sadly smiled and pulled him in for another hug. “Thank you.” I said into his chest and then pulled away again. “Can we go now Sam?” He just nodded and let me go get changed. 

I quickly got changed and put everything back into my suitcase. I took my accessories out of my hair and slowly undid my hair, while looking at myself in the same mirror that I got ready in before this all happened. I looked at myself and smiled. “Everything is going to be ok.” I whispered to myself. 

From the corner of my eye, I saw an elderly women all girded up in buckskin walking towards me. “Shiyazhi, you are going to be okay.” she said, touching my shoulder. From the word that she used, I could tell that she was Navajo. The only reason that I knew that was because I had a friend(or if you’re Navajo, just disregard this sentence.) who was Navajo. The word meant baby or my baby- she was just trying to be nice. 

I smiled at her and then took the top of  my suitcase and made my way out. Before I went though, I turned around to her and said thank you. She smiled and nodded. 

I opened the door to the bathroom and made my way outside, seeing Sam waiting for me while watching the dancers still. I came up to him and set my suit case down. “Are you ready?” I asked, seemingly knocking him out of his thoughts. He turned away from the dance floor and nodded. Together, we walked out of the gym and started walking towards Baby. This was going to be one awkward ride. 

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As soon as we got to the bunker, I quickly got my things and made my way to my bedroom as fast as I could. As soon as I was in my bedroom, I closed my door, set my stuff down and tiredly made my way to my bed. I fell down and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out.

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I heard someone knocking on my door, telling me to get up. Lazily, I turned the other way and pulled my blanket over my head. The knocking still continued. I groaned. “Not Now.” I grumbled, while I turned the other way and did the same thing. The knocking still continued and this time someone was yelling on the other side of the door to get me up. 

I sighed and shoved off my blanket, making my way to the door. I opened the door and came face to face with Dean. He was already dressed and cleanly shaved. “Get up Pocahontas, we’re going somewhere today and you can’t say no. Oh and by the way, could you put your hair in two braids?” he asked. This made my nose scrunch up and open my bedridden eyes at him. “What?=I said sassily. He smiled at me. “You just looked so cute last night and I have a cowboy fantasy that I want to fulfill with my Indian Princess.” I sighed and shut the door. “I’m not your Indian Princess.” I said as I made my way into the bathroom to get ready. 

I took a shower, taking my time because I didn’t want to even see Dean today. I got out and put on some underwear. After that, I pulled on a cute white shirt that read “best friends” with a cute puppy and kitty on the front, a shirt skater skirt, and white shoes to match. I wasn’t going to indulge Dean in his stupid cowboy fantasy, so I put my hair up into a loose bun, with strands hanging out from the sides. I grabbed my black, silky backpack with everything that I needed and then I went outside to meet Dean by Baby. 

He was leaning against the shimmery impala, with his  hands in his pocket. “Dean.” I called out to him. He looked up at me and smiled, showing no disappointment to my hair in a bun. He came around the passenger side, following me. Opening the door for me, but before I could get any further, he pulled me close to him. He shut the door and pressed his body closer to mine, until there was no space in-between us. His arms wrapped around my waist, locking me in. Green eyes met (e/c)(I once saw a Native with blue eyes, so you never know.) eyes. “Dean?” I questioned looking away from him and down at where his arms wrapped around my waist. “(Y/N), I wanted to say that I’m sorry for disrespecting you and your culture. I was only talking to the girl because I imagined you dressed up in her costume. To be honest, I think I have a thing for Native American girls(I feel like Dean so would!).” He said. I looked down, trying to ignore him. I really didn’t want to  hear this right  now. “I didn’t think that me staring at that girls outfit and imagining you in it would be disrespectful to you or your culture.” Tears starting coming down my face as he said this. He unwrapped his arms from my waist, and brought  his big, rough hands up to my face and started wiping my tears away with the pad of his thumb. “What’s the matter baby?” He asked. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes. “You don’t get it. do you?” I said, pushing him off with as much force as I could muster. Once I finally did, I started towards the garage door that led outside. I needed to walk this off. 

I heard hard boots clonking behind me. This time, Dean caught up to me and walked in front of me to keep me from escaping. I huffed and put my hands on my chest. “Tell me! “ He practically yelled. “Teach me what I don’t understand! I’ll never know if you won’t teach me!” I laughed sarcastically in his face. “You’re one to talk!” I said. He growled and put his hands up in the air. “You are so stubborn! Just tell me! Please!” he shouted at me. I sighed, looked down at the ground and then back at him. “You want to know why it’s disrespectful to me? It’s disrespectful to me because Native girls, like me don’t ever dress like that! I each culture, we have a standard of dressing modestly and keeping ourselves well groomed! Also, not all tribes wear buckskin! Not all Native Americans are the same! We all don’t dress like that!” I shook my head at him and turned away. “I’m not a whore like the movies make us out to be. “ I said softly. “I’m a girl too. A human being just like the rest of you, with feelings. I’m not here for any mans pleasure and to be objectified.” I turned around and looked back at him. “ Native Women are held with the highest regard and respect in Indigenous culture. Not what has been shown on tv.” 

When he heard me say this, a look of guilt washed over his face. He came over to me and engulfed me in a hug. I let the tears flow as I was pulled closer into his chest. “Wow, (Y/N). I didn’t know. I’m so sorry for ever doing that. Because I didn’t mean to.” I pulled my head out of his chest and looked ot the side. “That’s why Sam decided to go to the pow wow. So that he could show that he respected me and show you that I was more than just what that outfit interpreted.” He sighed and rested his chin on the top of my head. “Well thank you because baby, you were so beautiful and showed me how beautiful Native American people are.” He pulled away and smiled at me. “I will never ever think about disrespecting you or your culture ever again because that’s part of what makes you you and since that is a part of you, it also makes you beautiful.” I smiled at him. “Thank you Deano.” He smiled at the nickname I gave him and started to lean in. 

I closed my eyes and tilted my head, allowing him access. I felt warmth bubbling in my chest and excitement go through my body. Dean Winchester was about to kiss me. 

After a moment of anticipation, I didn’t feel his lips on mine. I opened my eyes just enough to see him contemplating. “What is it?” I asked him. He laughed a little nervously and looked down, blushing a little. “Can I uh... Can I kiss you?” He asked in a shy voice. I smiled and nodded, bringing him back in for our kiss. 

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A/N; So this didn’t really go as planned, but for my Indigenous girls, I hope you liked it! I just kind of chose a pow wow setting because pow wows are universal for all tribes, so don’t hate me. Um, if you want to request you can or you can just pass by, either or... Haters stay off my page and do  not comment if you don’t respect the Indigenous people. I don’t condone racism or any bad themes talked about in the story. We are all children of God and he loves us. Thanks for reading! 

I would imagine that this would be the way that these two stare at me until I got my homework done. Unfortunately, I would not get that much done because these two would be distracting me so much out of my mind, until I prayed for Cas to fly down and come distract them. 

Lonely Nights and Sometimes a Miracle(Dean Winchester x OFC/Reader)

A/N: So It is currently almost 4 and I could not sleep. I spent almost all night watching Supernatural and then I started thinking about all my problems in life. Then the waterworks came and then this little baby came out. Also this is just an excuse to put myself in a story with Dean. I may post this again, but instead of my name, it will be a reader insert. Message me if you want that. Anyways, enjoy?

Summary: Shania is watching Supernatural and wishes so much that she could just have one chat with Dean. The things that she would tell him. Possibly even just go out and have a burger with him. He’s a fictional character though and isn’t real. One night while she is watching Supernatural again, something weird happens. (All written in Shania’s Point of View)

Warnings: Crying, Sad Thoughts, Fluff, Fluffy Dean, Crack Story

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 Another night up watching Supernatural again. I had good intentions of going to sleep at a decent hour, but that all seemed to pass when I turned on Supernatural. Ever since I started watching the show, I have not been able to have a decent sleep schedule. You know, I blame this all on the Winchesters and their perfect genes. Men aren’t supposed to look like they do! Well, at least real men anyways. It was all their fault and I was going to continue to stand by my argument until the day I die. 

The episode that I was on was just getting to a good part. This episode had to do with Claire being bit and becoming a werewolf and McDavies, from the British Men of Letters joining the Winchesters on a hunt. I wasn’t going to lie, I actually really liked McDavies. He was actually a nice guy and really had a knack for hunting. Dean really needs to be easier on him. He’s really trying to do the best that he knows how. 

The part that I was on was where McDavies had just injected Claire with the serum that was supposed to reverse the transformation. Sam and Dean waited in anticipation, while McDavies stood in the background hoping to Heaven that it would work. I sat on the comfortable sofa, staring at the tv, hoping that it would work as well. Claire didn’t deserve to be changed into a wolf. I felt really bad for her because it reminded me of the time where I had caught the Coronavirus. I didn’t want to believe it at first, like Claire. The look on her face, when she found out was everything that I was feeling at the time that I caught the disease. We were both hoping it was a bad dream, just in different times of our lives. 

The episode soon came to an end. It had to be one of the best episodes that I had watched all night. I had remembered the first time that the Winchesters had met Claire. Everything was alright between her and Sam, but her and Dean had a rough start. Now look at them! They both cared for her like a niece and my heart was eating it up! This was one of the reasons why I loved this show. It was because of the relationships that were developed and how much everyone grew to love each other. It was so perfectly written and acted out and almost got a cry out of me every time. These people made it so believable. 

After the episode, I got up and started to get ready for bed. I took my time with the my pajamas and got what I needed to have a good nights rest, or at least what was left of it. Then I sat down back on the couch. For some reason after the show, I had been feeling very sad and felt like my heart was about to burst. Memories and guilt washed over me and made me feel like I was about to cry. I rested the side of my head on the head of the sofa. Tears started making waterfalls down my eyes, ruining my mascara from today, while my heart felt like it was about to break in two. There were nights like this where I would get deep in thought and think about how I had no one to talk to. Then when I thought about it too much, I would start crying. I mean, as much as I  hated it, I also felt like it was a good thing for me. If I couldn’t find anyone to talk to then I could at least talk to myself and listen to myself. Wallowing in my tears and letting it out was definitely better then not letting it out at all. 

I looked the picture that Netflix had of Sam and Dean on the tv. For some reason that picture gave comfort to me in a somewhat weird way. On nights like these, when I let it out, I imagined myself talking to them while they listened on the screen. It was comforting, but sometimes I wish that it was real. 

Have you ever felt like you had a connection with a fictional character so much that you felt like if you could, that you would marry them? I feel that way about Dean Winchester sometimes. As weird as it may sound, I do picture that the dork will show up in  my life and ask me to marry him. If that did happen though, it might be really weird. Like how did you two meet? Um, well... you might want to sit down for this one Steve. It made me laugh sometimes, just thinking about it. 

I closed my eyes as the tears rolled down my face, pretending that someone was there listening to me. I started talking to myself again. It was just hard sometimes and like I said, it was really therapeutic for me. I continued to talk about my problems when the tv light started flickering on and off. This got my attention. I wiped away my tears and the little clumps of mascara that were left on my skin. Sitting up, I grabbed the remote and started pressing the up and down button. The tv screen stopped what it was doing, but only for a little while. After about a minute or so, it started to flicker again. This was so weird and never happened to me before. I stood up, remote in hand and was about to turn off the tv, when I heard deep voice behind me. “ I wouldn’t do that if I were you sweetheart.” I knew that voice from anywhere. It belonged to the one man that I spent hours a night watching on the big flat screen tv. It couldn’t be though. He was in tv land and wasn’t real... Could he?

I turned around and almost jumped. Sitting on my comfortable sofa was Dean Winchester in the flesh. His green eyes piercing right through my soul. “D-Dean?” I stuttered, not knowing how to take this. He gave me his famous side smirk. “In the flesh.” He said. I was speechless and didn’t know what to say. He probably noticed and shifted his gaze to the floor, while taking the time to itch his nose. He looked back up at me.”OK, I know that this is a little hard to take in. What is is the handsomely, gorgeous Dean Winchester doing in such a pretty girls house?” I just nodded my head as he said that. He patted the spot right next to him, like he wanted to me to take a seat there. “Well?” He asked, sounding like I should have taken the hint. I slowly moved towards him and sat down where he patted. This was definitely so weird. Who in their right mind would have thought that a fictional character that they were so in love with would just pop up at their house and want to talk? I must have been going crazy because it was happening to me right now. Either that, or I died and went to Heaven. A heaven that involved me talking to Dean Winchester out of all people. 

“So.” He began. “So.” I said back. I looked up at him because compared to me, he was very tall. He looked down at my very short frame, making eye contact. His eyes were the deepest shade of forest green that I had ever seen. They were even more perfect in human than on the tv screen. The tv screen did nothing to highlight his exquisite beauty. I felt like a child compared to him. Here was Dean Winchester, model like creature crafted to perfection, sitting next to me, a girl who had yet to grow into her body. 

I broke the eye contact between us and looked towards the tv, trying to make myself comfortable. The silence was thickening and the tension grew between us. Finally, what seemed like forever was broken by the first comment made by Dean. “You do know why I’m here, right?”He asked like it was obvious. I shook my head, still staring at the tv. He chuckled at my response. “I thought you wouldn’t.” He sighed, continuing what he was going to say. “ I heard you crying through the tv.” This made me stop what I was dong and turn my attention back to him. I was intrigued. “ Go on.” I said- my attention on him. He smiled at this. “Sweetheart, your cries aren’t that hard to miss. I heard you and asked Rowena to do a spell, which brought me here.” He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

I didn’t say a word and thought about what he said. My brain was on overdrive right now, just thinking about it. Could this really happen? How did it even work? “How did you hear me?” I asked, finally trying to quiet my thoughts. He smiled. at my response. Scooting a little closer, he just answered with “ I think we were meant to be.” I didn’t know what to say to that. This whole experience was making me lost for words. What else are you supposed to say when your fictional crush appears out of nowhere and tells you that he thinks that you both are meant to be? I surely didn't know what to say to that. 

“Um, Dean.” I started. “How do you know?” This made him smile even more. “I just feel it.” He simply answered. I internally blushed at his response. I possibly was fangirling inside as well, but I wasn’t going to tell him that in fear of making the conversation awkward. Not that it wasn’t awkward already, but still. I didn’t want to make it awkward. 

“So, tell me about yourself.” I blushed a little at this and ran my hands through my hair. Why would Dean Winchester ever want to know about me? “ Um.” I started.” Um, my name is Shania. I’m a Sagittarius. I like good hikes on a nice day and impeccably handsome men.” I said, attempting to flirt. This earned a laugh from him, which in turn made me loosen up a bit. “I like you.” He said, making me smile. “So Dean, tell me a little bit about yourself?” I asked, meeting my gaze with his. Now it was his turn to look at the tv and think. “Well shoot. hmm..” I rested my chin on my palm waiting for his answer. Finally after a few minutes, he came back with a response. With all the responses that he could have come up with, he chose the one that made me fall for him in the first place. Looking at me and smiling, he said” My name is Dean Winchester. I’m an Aquarius. I enjoy sunsets, long walks on the beach and frisky women. And I did not kill anyone. But I know who did.” Now it was my turn to laugh. “Who did?” I asked, showing interest in the fun conversation that we were having. “I can’t tell you that sweetheart. It’s confidential.” “I think I already know.” I said knowingly. 

Silence fell between us again. Dean’s hand went up to the tip of my forehead, pushing my hair behind my ears. “So princess, why don’t you tell me why you were crying.” He said, breaking the silence. I closed my eyes and sighed. “Do I have to?” I asked, whining like a little kid. I opened my eyes to see him just nodding his head. “If you do tell me, I might just give you one of my famous Dean Winchester kisses, wanted by all women.” I just rolled my eyes and smiled. “Whatever.” I said and sighed. There was a long, pregnant pause between us before I started. 

  “I was crying because I have no one to talk to and I just have a whole lot of problems in my life” I said, shakily. I could feel the tears beginning to surface. Dean just nodded, encouraging me to go on. I told him about all of my issues that I have been having and keeping in for a while. I thought at first that he was going to be a little rude about it, but I should have known better. This was Dean Winchester who I was talking to. He had struggles of his own, but here he was trying to help me with mine. The thought of his service warmed my heart, making me fall in love with him all over again. 

After I was all done telling him about my problems, he stood up. At first, I thought that he was going to disappear and then everything would be over. The thought tore my heart a little. Why would Dean Winchester stay when he had problems of his own to take care of? What he did next though, had amazed me. he stood in front of me, grabbed my very small hands into his big ones and pulled me up towards him. He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his strong, muscular arms around my petite frame. The hug was bone crushing, but it made me feel like I was safe and everything was going to be okay.. Tears were now tumbling down my face, making the last of my mascara fall off. I’m pretty sure that I got some on his shirt too. I breathed in his scent of leather, whiskey, and a hint of apple pie to calm me down. I relaxed in his grasp as his scent did just that. 

We stood there for a while, until finally he was the one to pull away. There were tears in his eyes as he looked at me. “I’m so sorry that you are going through that sweetheart.” “It’s okay.” I said, starting to pull away. He didn’t let me though and pulled me back towards him. His large hands cupped my face as he wiped my tears away with the pad of his thumb. “It’s not” He said, resting his forehead on mine. “It’s not.” He said again, but this time in more of a whisper.

Before I knew what I was doing, my hand went up to the back of his neck and pushed him gently to me, until our lips met. The kiss was slow and chaste, involving nothing but just our lips dancing with each other. We continued to kiss as I let him him guide me to the couch. He broke the kiss as he sat down, pulling me onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he rested his hands on my hips, gently holding me in place. Our lips moved together in sync, sending tingles down my spine. This was everything I ever wanted. Dean Winchester, here with me and me kissing the daylights out of him. 

He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine, opening his eyes meeting mine. “ Wow.” He stated. I looked at his lips and nodded, biting my bottom lip while doing so. “Where did that come from?” He asked. This made me blush and hide my face in his chest. I felt rumbles go through his body as he chuckled. His hands went up to my back, rubbing up and down. I didn’t want to bring myself to meet his face. I was too embarrassed to do so. “It’s okay sweetheart. You don’t have to be shy around me.” He said, still smoothing my back out. 

I slowly pulled my face away from his chest and looked at him shyly. “I’ve always wanted to kiss you. “ I said  He smiled at my response and leaned in again. This time,  he was the one to initiate the kiss. It was the best thing to ever happen to me that night. 

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A few hours later and soon it was time for him to go back to his universe. I had learned so much about him and how much he cared for his brother. He kept telling me that he was so happy that I was nothing near compared to Becky Rosin. I just smiled and laughed. By the end, I felt like I had lived a lifetime with Dean Winchester, but alas it wasn’t meant to be in this life. 

I hugged him tightly and kissed him one more time as we stood in front of the tv. He told me to close my eyes and only to open them when he counted to ten. I did as he asked and opened my when he said ten. Slowly my heart started to break as he was no longer in front of  me. 

Sitting down on the couch, I tried to understand what happened. As I did, I felt a warm sensation flutter through my heart. Maybe we were meant to be in some weird way. Maybe we would see each other soon. Somewhere in the near distant future and have a life together. Hopefully so. 

I laid and down closed my eyes. My thoughts drifting off to my prince in a far away land. Hopefully, we would meet again soon. 

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Well, that’s that on that. Hopefully you all liked it? It’s kind of a crack story and was just floating in my head. Thanks so much for the follows and reads! Message me if you all ever need anything and remember that Dean Winchester loves you all! Love you !  -S

I honestly have no words on this whole situation, but in the words of Dean Winchester, demons I get, people are crazy. Like this was practically identity theft, even if it’s only on social media. Glad that Arty can get her named cleared though.

my name is ellie. I’m 24, I live in london, and I’m the person who had masqueraded as @artyandink from the 31st of november to the 17th of december. I have been on tumblr the past few weeks, and I am the one who stalked dahlia’s accounts after making my own. after everything, arty met with me in person and told me to tell everyone the truth.

I have been arty’s irl friend since sixth form in secondary school, when she let me be her friend since I was a transfer student. we both went to separate universities, but we still kept in touch by meeting almost every weekend. on november 30th arty got a call saying that her grandfather had a heart attack and was supposed to go in surgery for a heart bypass, so arty took the first flight to india. she’d mentioned her password to her socials, so I went and logged in to her accounts after she mentioned on a reblog that she wouldn’t be on her account because she had to take an emergency flight.

I logged into her discord, instagram and tumblr accounts including her microsoft and started acting like her. I checked her drafts and through the information I got from the discord channel, I changed the look of her posts and gave them gradient text as well as copying the aesthetic of others. I messaged people on discord pretending to be her, and for fun I copied @/floralscented and blamed it on ‘autism’ and ‘depression’, also acting like I was in arty’s place and had everything she did, like her boyfriend and things about her life that I already knew after being friends with her for seven years.

I was the one who sent an anonymous ask to dahlia telling her to khs. I was the one who sent the anonymous asks shit-talking arty and trying to get them to drop her. after that didn’t work, I created the persona of dani thinking that they’d like her more than arty. it didn’t work, so I got removed from the discord server and everyone thought arty was a psycho.

when she came back from india on the 10th of december she needed to take a week to rest, but she was still tired as she was calling her family every day to check on her grandfather. when she logged back on she found almost all of the fics she had in her drafts posted, bots on her c.ai that were previously planned in her word document posted, along with ones that were set to private. everyone thought she was a psycho and when she found out it was me because she knew how I texted and got paranoid with people she texted me asking why I did it.

I did it for fun. I did it because I hate people being more successful than me. I hated the fact that arty went to a better university, had more friends, a better life so I did the same thing on tumblr and discord for her instagram account as well and sent people horrible messages that she only saw when she came back.

I’m sorry for hurting dahlia, kari, oct, breezy, jemma and lastly arty. I made it impossible for her to talk to anyone she didn’t already know on here. I’m sorry for acting like a psycho, and I’m now receiving psychiatric help for what I did to her, and this is why I’m exposing what I did. I’m the psycho, I’m the insane one, I’m the stalker.

alexa play all things end by hozier😭🔫 this hit really really really close to home omg

GOOD RUN , DEAN WINCHESTER.

summary. dean is falling out of love.

word count. 715

this is so sad no my shayla…this might be my favorite I’ve written so far even if it’s super short! The Sam version will be out tonight🤭

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He’s trying to forget you, though you’re still by his side.

You feel it, but you refuse to say anything about in fear that it’ll make things real.

Dean doesn’t love you anymore, and you know that. You don’t think falling out of love with him will ever be possible, but then again, you didn’t think him falling out of love with you was possible either. He certainly didn’t until it happened.

It starts little by little. He doesn’t hold you at night anymore, but when he does, his heart doesn’t race against the side of your face laying on his chest like it used to every night. He wakes up, gets out of bed, without even looking at you, or kissing you.

In the mornings, he used to lay with you until the very last second. He would complain about having to go, would say he wants to lay here with you forever. Sometimes he would cook you breakfast. He would kiss you, morning sex was common.

Now mornings are dreadful. You feel his body leave your side, without daring to open your eyes. You hear the shower run, the door open, it’s like you don’t exist anymore.

At dinner, he doesn’t reach for your hand like he used to. The side of his thigh doesn’t touch yours, his eyes don’t meet you halfway, you look up, but he’s avoiding them. He’s avoiding you.

He skips dinner sometimes, because he doesn’t think he can face you. He might blur it out, and he doesn’t want that.

Dinners used to be full of laughter. He would reach for your hand under the table, he would have a hand on you at any given time. He would kiss you, but now you’re not sure you even know what his lips feel and taste like anymore.

Your body is grieving his touch, and you’re grieving his presence. Because he is here, he’s just not really here, he’s like a ghost.

Sam wants to say something. He wants to talk to you, over talking to his brother but he’s afraid you’ll break. Sam cares about you, but he also cares about his brother- he knows that if this ends, all of it will. You’ll leave, Dean will refuse to talk about it, and everyone will be miserable. But eventually- it has to happen because you already are.

You cry when he sleeps. You think he doesn’t hear you, but he doesn’t sleep much either. He feels the bed shake with every single sob you let out. He wants to reach for your hand and tell you he’s sorry, that he wish it was different and that it’ll all be fine but it would be a lie. He’s lied to you enough- he doesn’t want to do it anymore.

After yet another dinner full of silence and betrayal, you lay in bed wondering if this is the night Dean decides to get it over with, rip off the bandage, or decides to sleep somewhere else- but the door opens.

The bed sinks next to you, his back barely touches yours, and you hear him sigh.

‘Dean?’

He doesn’t answer.

‘Are you still in love with me?’

He doesn’t answer.

Except he does.

This silence means everything. It means the empty kisses felt empty because he didn’t love you anymore. It means, that the last I love you he said that sounded so robotic, like it was something he was used to say, but didn’t mean, is because he didn’t mean it anymore.

It means that it’s over, and you have to accept that.

It means that Dean is not the love of your life. Maybe it’s right person wrong time, or maybe it’s just the universe telling you that you had a good run, but it’s time to move on now.

It means that not only do you have to leave him, but you have to leave sam.

It means-you have to start over, and be alone again, because you don’t think you’d be able to breathe any longer if you stayed here with him without being able to kiss him and love him.

It means this is the end of a beautiful love story, ending in tragedy. It’s run its course- like every good thing does eventually.

I agree, i'm genderfluid and not girly as other girls are

Reposting a comment I made on a post and adding to it

x Reader fics need to handle writing “reader” better sometimes

As a 6ft afab person who’s built like a man and has never been super feminine and has a more unique haircut that’s shorter I hate to read about “readers” petite, small, pale body and her “long flowy straight hair”, etc.

Reader is meant to be ambiguous!! And if it’s important to the plot please mention it at the beginning!!! If it’s not important to the plot why is it being included???

Some people who are reading may be tall, fat, skinny, short, or even somewhere in between. The readers could have a hijab, 4c hair, locks, braids, long hair, short hair, wavy, no hair and even more.

Stop making all readers so sweet and innocent, I want a reader who’s petty and sassy sometimes. I’ve noticed also that so many readers are either too baby to do anything or over powered.

Personally I also hate reading about obviously toxic men and relationships that the reader goes back to because they are “so in love”, like no please let me deck that sucker and leave them in the dust and be happier.

Also, if you label your post with the tag “___ x reader” or titled with “___ x reader” and then make descriptions and then ADD A NAME!!! It’s not an x reader fic and I heavily want to block you.

Edit:

Hey hello! I just wanted to add that I heavily respect and love fic writers! So many have a talent that I will never reach or have and I appreciate your content being put out at all! I made this post as a 5 am ramble and was half delirious lol

People can write as they please and I’ll ignore it if I’m not interested or I’ll make slight internal edits to fit me if I am