Anonymous asked: A fluffy one? Where Dean is sick and his GF Y/N has to take care of him :) and Dean is really needy and so Sam tries to help him but he only wants Y/N
So i’m going to start doing a song of the day, my favorite song basically. I know, you guys probably only care about imagines. But if you like the same kind of music I do, we can just talk about them on my personal or something.
Song Of The Day: Oh, Calamity! by All Time Low
You woke up to the sound of intense coughing sneezing. And instead of waking up in Dan’s arms, you were on a completely different side of the bed, almost being pushed off. You sat up to see Dean’s bare back, his neck bent down as he started to cough into his hands.
“Dean?” You whispered, sitting up and wrapping your arms around him. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” He hacked. “Go back to sleep, I’ll be there in a second.”
“Dean…” You put a hand over his forehead, and he was warm. “You’re sick; let me take care of you babe.”
“I’m not sick!” You groaned. “A Winchester never gets sick! What the hell?”
“What’s going on?” Sam sits up shirtless from his bed, his hands running through his hair.
“Dean’s sick.” You grab a blanket from the end of the bed and wrap it around him. “Just lie down.”
Your boyfriend does as he is told, but starts complaining in the process. “God damnit guys, I’m fine!”
“Shut up.” You and Sam say in the same time. You stand up only in a tank top and shorts, and Sam does the same in his boxers. You move over to the sink and pour him a glass of water with ice, and you then walk over to him and set it next to Dean.
“You need plenty of fluids.” You commented. “And plenty of blankets, and plenty of rest.”
You grabbed all the blankets off of the bed and wrapped all of them around Dean, and put your pillows under his head. “Do you need anything else?” Sam asked.
“Soup.” He coughed.
You ran to the drawer and found some chicken noodle soup, and gave it to Sam to prepare. You looked in your suitcase and found a few movies, and held them up for Dean to see. “The Avengers, Forest Gump, Mean Girls or Season 1 of The Walking Dead?”
“Forest…Gump…” He stuttered. You grabbed Sam’s laptop and placed the DVD inside, and setting it on Dean’s lap.
You looked over at Sam to see him putting on his jeans and flannel, and you thought you should probably do the same. You went into the bathroom and put it on white jeans and a black sweater, and you brushed your hair and put it into a bun.
When you came out, you found Sam and Dean arguing. Sam looked annoyed and confused, where as Dean just looked as if he’s had this fight a thousand times.
“What’s going on?” You sit down on the edge of the bed.
“I told Dean that you would go to the crime scene today and I would take care of him, since you said you could do it, and he insisted that you stay here.” Sam put his hands on his hips.
“I want my girlfriend to take care of me.” Dean simply sighed, focusing his attention to the movie. You grabbed Dean’s soup and placed it on the nightstand next to him.
“I don’t mind taking care of him, Sam. I mean if you want me to do it I wil-“
“No!” Dean argued. “You’re staying right here! If I have to be stuck in this room all day and all night without even a freaking beer or a goddamn slice of pie, I at least want you next to me.”
You smiled at him, and then looked at Sam who was rolling his eyes. “Fine, I’ll call you Y/N if I need you or need to tell you something.”
“Okay,” You smiled sweetly at Sam, and then you lied down on the bed next to Dean. “Need anything hon?”
“No, I’m good.” You heard the door slam and Sam walking out of the motel. You snuggled up close to Dean, resting your arm on the one arm that he wasn’t eating soup with.
“You’re going to get sick getting that close to me.” His voice was shaky and unsettling.
“I’ll be okay.” You yawned, resting your head on his bare shoulder.
“Wow.” He smiled.
“Nothing.” He whispered. “I’m just not sure how I got so lucky to be with someone as great as you.”
“You must have low standards.” You giggled, playing with the hem of your sweater.
“More like very, very high standards.” He leaned up and wrapped his arm around you. You honestly didn’t care if you got sick, because then you two could be sick together, or Dean could take care of you.
“I love you babe.” He added.
“I love you too hon.” You kissed his arm, smiling against him as you began to watch the movie again.
Anonymous asked: Hi there could I have a very fluffy Castiel imagine where we are dating but I'm not a hunter so we don't get to see each other very often. But then he randomly drops in and visits me and I miss him and we cuddle and be all cute and stuff?? Please and thank you, btw my name is Lauryn
This one is so adorable, Dean teaches Cas everything he needs to know about having a girlfriend so cute ahhhhh <3
You woke up to sounds in another room and smoke in your room, instantly waking you up. You listened closely to hear footsteps, pots and plates and glasses banging together. You shot up out of bed, only wearing a hoodie and short shorts, as you grabbed a gun in case someone was in the house, from your drawer given to you by Castiel.
You slowly open the door, pointing your gun toward the living room. You saw nothing different about it. A weird feeling was set in your stomach, and you were terrified. You made your way into each room in the house, checking every inch of each and every single room. Your intensity began to rise as you heard more noise in the kitchen, and that is when you found the courage to open the door.
You looked up to see smoke getting thicker near the kitchen, so you ran into the kitchen instantly to see it coming from the toaster, it lighting on fire. Castiel was standing right next to it, panicking.
You grabbed your fire extinguisher from the wall, instantly using it to blow out the fire and smoke, coughing as you do so. Cas stairs at you, confused.
You looked up at him in confusion, but were also happy that he was here. “Cas…?” You smile, looking in between the toaster and him.
“Dean told me to make you breakfast…I suppose I made the breakfast wrong.” He sighed, his eyes looking into your eyes with embarrassment.
You ran up to him and hugged him, smiling against his trench coat. “Cas…you’re here! You should have told me you were coming!”
“I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s just…just so exciting to see you.” He smiled against your hair, hugging you back as he kisses your forehead.
You pull away, but your arms are still wrapped around his neck tightly. “Wh…what are you doing here? Are you doing a hunt here or something?”
“No,” He replied. “I just wanted to see, Y/N.” He blushed.
You leaned up and kiss his lips, your lips moving in sync with his slowly and softly.
“Do you wanna spend the day with me?” Castiel questioned, his eyes showing a glance of hope.
“Of course I do baby.” You sweetly smile, holding his hand. “What do you have in mind to do?” You smile.
Cas places a finger on your forehead, and you find yourself in an empty field, this time at night, with countless stars painted in the sky.
“Cas!” You grin, looking up and counting each star. You then look at your boyfriend, him sitting on a large plaid blanket, with pillows bordering each end of it.
“Dean said to be romantic.” He grinned innocently. You giggled and sat down, Cas wrapping protective arms around you.
“Well, I guess Dean knows his stuff.” You laughed, lying down with your head crashing on a pillow, snuggling with Cas.
“This is perfect.” You smiled against him, staring at two stars in particular, two stars that are all by themselves, away from the crowd of other stars. You and Cas.
“I love you, Y/N.” He whispers hesitantly. Your heart skipped a beat, the first time he has ever said that to you. Your heart felt a warm feeling in your heart spread, and you smiled.
“I love you too Cas.” You looked up at him and kissed his lips slowly and passionately, taking in his taste before resting your head on his chest.
You guys lied there for hours, talking about everything. Everything from your life without him, his life without you, work, music, books, heaven, anything you guys could think of. You sat silent for a while afterwards, before Cas spoke again.
“Dean also told me we should have the sex.” He awkwardly commented. You coughed, startled by his sudden words.
“Oh.” You sat up, giggling. “Do…do you want to?” You questioned.
“If you do.” He avoided eye contact with you, embarrassed.
You leaned down and kissed him again, cupping his face briefly. “Of course I would. If you do, Cas. I mean we never have before, but I think we should.
Cas leaned up and kissed your lips, smiling in the kiss.
And well, you know the cute and smutty details.
Anonymous asked: Can you do one with Sam? Where you and him are dating and he cheats on you with Ruby. You yell at him and then leave when he finds out. You run into each other a few years later and you forgive him?
You were exhausted and sore, the hunt went good but it definitely wore you out. You and Dean went out to hunt a demon, while your boyfriend Sam stayed back and looked for leads in other cities.
“I don’t know about you,” Dean yawned, unlocking the door. “But I could really use some pie.”
“Name one time when you didn’t want some pie.” You rolled your eyes at Dean, though you were smiling.
“Touché.” He smirked up at you, but you just laughed as he opened the door.
The light was already on, so you and Dean walked inside. Dean walked inside first, but stopped arubtly. “Whoa.” He whispered.
“What?” You questioned, stepping next to him. Your heart immediately sunk. Sam was caressing Ruby on his lap, both of them without a top on, his lips locked into hers.
“Oh my god.” Tears instantly filled in your eyes, but anger was boiling in your stomach. Sam immediately shot up, locking eyes with you. Regret showed in his eyes as he shoved Ruby off of her, as she covered his chest with a blanket.
“Y/N…I-“ Sam stood up, shocked that he was caught.
“You’re what, Sam?” Your lips smoothed into a thin line, your eyes staring at Ruby. “You’re sorry? You’re sorry that you got caught?”
“I know, I know. I’m so sorry, I love you, okay? This wasn’t supposed to happen!” He puts his hands on his forehead, taking a deep breath.
“You mean your guys shirts weren’t on the floor for a reason, Sam!?” You screeched. “You mean to tell me that you wouldn’t have gone all the way with her if you wouldn’t have been caught?”
“Of course he would’ve.” Ruby smirked. “I mean, just imagine how hot it would be…”
You grabbed a bottle of holy water from the table next to you, and opened the cap and tossed the liquid at her. “You’re not worth my time bitch.”
You looked back over at Sam.
“No, baby of course not! It’s not like that! I’m so sorry, Y/N!” Sam cupped your face, his large hands sitting firmly on your small face, but it only made you sob harder. You pushed his hands away and grabbed your bag sitting on the table as well, walking to the door.
“Y/N!” Sam screamed. “Please don’t leave, I-“
“Kiss my ass, you dick.” You shook your head, closing the door behind you.
You sat in your car, throwing your bag in the passenger seat, sitting there crying before starting the engine.
“Y/N!” You heard Deans voice, and watched as his figure ran after you. “Please don’t leave. Sam, see Sam’s not worth it. He’s a dic-“
“Dean I’m sorry.” You started the engine. “I’ll see you soon, hopefully sooner than I see your brother.” You leaned out the window and gave Dean a small kiss on the cheek, before driving away to anywhere.
And you never saw Sam, Dean, or Ruby ever again after that, you started hunting alone.
*3 years later*
“Agent Miranda Felicity.” You flashed your fake badge at the police offer, smiling sweetly.
“Oh, hello.” The officer walked you closer to the crime scene. “I take it you want to know what happened here.”
“Of course, that’s my job.” You replied in an obvious tone.
“Well, this man here was found in pieces, almost as if something fed on him.” The woman cringed, but you’ve seen worse. You immediately knew what you were dealing with, a wendigo.
“Who found him like this?” You questioned.
“The nanny, she was paid to clean the house while the kids were at school, and when the parents were at work. She found him like this that very morning it happened.” She walked away. “Excuse me.”
You sighed, walking away from the crime scene. Just as you were about to sit down in your car, you spotted an Impala ride by, and you could recognize it anywhere.
“Oh my god.” You whispered. You watched as Sam and Dean stepped out of the car. You studied Sam like it was a part of the job. His hair was longer, he was taller, and he looked better and well put together. You were glad he was still alive with Dean, after not knowing their fate after three years.
Sam and Dean walked up to the FMI agent, and you could hear them from here as they flashed their badges at the woman.
“Didn’t your other partner already come in? Agent Miranda Feli-“
You knew that your life would change again once you spoke up, but you did anyways. “Yes, they’re with me.” You sighed.
You looked up at Sam and Dean, both of them staring at you with wide eyes. “Hello, agents.” You frowned.
“Agent, may we ugh…speak with you?” Dean stuttered.
You walked to the direction of the Impala, scared out of your mind. Sam Winchester was here, he was alive and he was next to you. A side of you wanted to grab and kiss him, forget everything that has happened and just be with him if he still loved you. But another side of you wanted to kick him in the balls, tell him you hate him because you wouldn’t be alone today if it wasn’t for him cheating on you. And it’s not like he came after you, it’s not like he made an effort to come after you.
“Hi boys.” You smiled half-heartedly. Sam was trying to find the words to say, and found them after a few seconds. “Y…Y/N… it’s so nice to see you.” He pulled you into a hug, and feelings immediately began rushing back. You took in the scent, the same scent he always had since you guys have dated.
“It’s good to see you too, Sam.” You sighed. “You too, Dean.”
Dean nodded, and Sam smiled like an idiot. “So, what are you doing in town?” Dean questioned.
“I guess we had the same idea, wendigo case by the way. Maybe us three can work together.”
“Yeah, uh sure. Of course.” Sam stammered. “Follow us back to the motel room.”
You smiled and got back in your car, taking a deep breath before following the boys.
“Where’s Dean?” You sighed, tapping your pencil on the desk, looking over at Sam.
“He’s checking into another murder that happened in town, seeing if it’s the same thing.” He half smiled at you.
You half smiled back, continuing to tap on the desk. “Found anything yet?”
“Y/N, can we not pretend that I didn’t just see you for the first time in three years?” He sighed.
“I don’t know Sam.” You avoided eye contact with him. “How’s Ruby?”
“Dead, we killed her when she turned on us.” He frowned.
“I knew that was coming.” You whispered.
“Y/N…It’s been three years.” He stood up, towering over you sitting down. “I’ve missed you like crazy.”
You stood up, staring into his eyes. “I’ve missed you too, Sam. But it’s not that easy.”
“Then tell me what I could do to make it easy. I’ve spent three years without knowing if you were alive, if you were dead, if you were living a normal life…” He trailed on, but you interrupted him.
“Let’s put it this way Sam.” You growled. “I’ve been hunting by myself ever since I left you. I’ve hooked up, but it’s not like I was ever in a serious relationship. No friends, no family, and I didn’t want to love anyone because every time I tried, you appeared to me. Every damn time Sam, every damn time.”
Sam looked at you with sympathy in his eyes. “Then what are we doing here, Y/N? I still love you, I never stopped.”
“I didn’t stop either, Sam.” Tears fell down your face. “But I don’t know what to d-“
Before you could finish the sentence, Sam pushed his lips into yours passionately, the lips you haven’t kissed in ages. A warm feeling spread throughout your stomach, and you noticed that has lips still had the same taste to them.
Sam lifted you up and tangled his hands through your hair, and you did the same. You didn’t want to think, you didn’t want to fight with him, you just did this because it was the only thing that felt right.
He stopped kissing you for a second and just looked into your eyes, before he sat you down on the motel bed, straddling you as you kissed him.
And then the night was history, everything fell into place with the one you loved. Finally.
You woke up in Sam’s arms, Dean nowhere in sight, must have gotten a new motel room. You sit up, looking out the window, the suns light piercing through the window.
“Y/N?” Sam groans, grabbing your arm and pulling you down to him. You looked at him, his hair was a mess and his eyes were hardly open, but you still found it sexy and cute at the same time.
You leaned up and kissed him, lightly and slowly. Afterwards, you leaned your head on his shoulder and trailed your fingers on his stomach, as he repeatedly kissed your forehead and played with your hair, without you two saying a word to each other., because you didn’t need too.
i think anyone who has ever used the internet has came across this photo at least once
i dont have time for people who don’t believe in aliens
i hate when people ask “who you tryna look good for?!” bitch myself bye
Life is like a pair of pants. Some days you find money in the pocket, and other days your belt loop catches on the doorknob of your classroom and you take out three desks and a foreign exchange student as you stumble in.
a tiny bird flew in through my window today but i was too tired to shoo it out or anything so i just lied on my bed and the tiny bird just carried on with its tiny bird things
i really miss the tiny bird now. where are you tiny bird
TINY BIRD DROPPED BY AGAIN
TINY BIRD WHAT U DOIN IN MY KITCHEN??
keep your mutuals close
and the ones that reblog your selfies even closer