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“This seems… cliché.” Dean murmured, lying back and placing his head in your lap.
You were both taking a break for the night, the most recent case ‘cracked and closed’ as you sometimes liked to put it. So you and Dean had decided to drive out to a nearby field for some quiet time while Sam and Cas stayed at the motel.
“Shh…” You whispered, running your fingers through his hair. You were leaning back against the grill of the impala, on a blanket that you had spread on the ground. Dean looked up at the stars, and your face.
“I’m cold.” Dean protested, putting up his usual stubborn front. But as always with you, his actions betrayed his words when he caught your hand, placing a kiss on each fingertip.
You smiled, and with your free hand picked up the worn book at your side. Dean had mentioned once that he had never read The Little Prince. Since then, you had searched every used book store you came across on your travels for a copy.
Dean sighed as you started reading the story to him, but a content look came over his face as he closed his eyes and let your words fill his ears.
By the time you had finished, Dean was lightly sleeping, nose pressed into your thigh.
You were both taking a break for the night, the most recent case ‘cracked and closed’ as you sometimes liked to put it. So you and Dean had decided to drive out to a nearby field for some quiet time while Sam and Cas stayed at the motel.
“Shh…” You whispered, running your fingers through his hair. You were leaning back against the grill of the impala, on a blanket that you had spread on the ground. Dean looked up at the stars, and your face.
“I’m cold.” Dean protested, putting up his usual stubborn front. But as always with you, his actions betrayed his words when he caught your hand, placing a kiss on each fingertip.
You smiled, and with your free hand picked up the worn book at your side. Dean had mentioned once that he had never read The Little Prince. Since then, you had searched every used book store you came across on your travels for a copy.
Dean sighed as you started reading the story to him, but a content look came over his face as he closed his eyes and let your words fill his ears.
By the time you had finished, Dean was lightly sleeping, nose pressed into your thigh.
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What About Angels? Castiel x Reader
The heavy downfall soaked the floors, a ear piercing shriek from something not human. The moon beckoned the stars to spread across the navy blue, night sky; clouds floating carelessly around the old warehouse. Ropes and chains bound the girl to the wall, her gashes open and bruises glistening with sweat and salty rain. Never leaving her alone, the abusive man which she once called her true love hit her continually, pattering her skin with cuts and bruises among the old.
"Stupid girl, couldn't be more oblivious could've you?" He grinned insanely, knife in his hold.
Slash, her skin bled and her heart ripped like soggy paper in the pouring rain
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Highway Don't Care (Song Fic) - DeanxReader
OKAY! Second fan fiction of the special fan fic month! This is the second and possibly final installment of my impala week too! Anyway ENJOY! And read the description afterward!
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Bet your window’s rolled down and your hair’s pulled back
And I bet you got no idea you’re going way too fast
You’re trying not to think about what went wrong
Trying not to stop ’til you get where you goin’
You’re trying to stay awake so I bet you turn on the radio
And the song goes
You drove down the road with tears streaming down your cheeks. You couldn’t believe what just happened. Everything was fine until D
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Future Dean Winchester x Reader
Future
Paramore
Dean Winchester x Reader
Yeah
Yeah
That’s how you had it, yeah
Pretty Sure
“Dean, I knew what I was doing!” You yelled at the hunter.
“Really, cause it didn’t look like it.” Dean yelled back.
“I’m 28 years old, goddammit, I know what I’m doing. I’ve been hunting for 15 years!”
“You almost got yourself killed.”
“So?”
It is, it’s goes clapping a bit
Something just in that way,
Alright, here we go
You stand your ground in the crappy motel room with your arms crossed. Dean stood directly across from you.
“(y/n)…
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In the second paragraph, I read "played" instead of "stayed" and it made me chuckle throughout. Great story! 😁