Karlagcruz

Dean stared blankly at the ceiling. The bunker was silent; the only sound was his own breathing and the rattle of the fan in the corner. Often these days, he found he couldn't sleep- well, he could, but he'd awake after horrible nightmares. So he figured it was better not to sleep at all and layed around in bed all night. It had been hours since Dean had gone to bed and he knew (y/n) was fast asleep in her room next door. He rolled over in his bed and debated going out to the kitchen for a snack, but then a sudden noise caught his attention. It was a whimper. Soft, and barely audible, but it was definitely a whimper. Dean rolled back over ag

        Staring blankly up at the ceiling as you flopped back on one of the motel beds, you let out a bored sigh.  You had been stuck in this stupid motel room for hours with nothing to do and it was driving you crazy.  Even though you had been traveling with the Winchesters for nearly a month and a half now and despite the fact that they had been teaching you how to fight and defend yourself better, Sam and Dean still didn't want you to go out hunting with them.  No, you hadn't been hunting for very long, but still… how else were you going to learn?  Besides, it’s not like you would be goin

~A/N: Listen As You Read! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l9ronIVih5c ~ I wanna be drunk when I wake up On the right side of the wrong bed And never an excuse I made up Tell you the truth I hate what didn't kill me, It never made me stronger at all     The brightness of the suns rays filtering through the misty window tickled the ends of his eyelashes, practically begging them to flutter open to reveal his olive hues with a pool of memories suffocating behind them. Even as his aching body craved to remain still and limp in the somewhat plush mattress of the cheap motel, the aggravating ringing that ran through his ears wouldn't allow his e

Title: Untitled (couldn’t figure out a name ;-;) Pairing: Dean x reader Fandom:Supernatural, SPN Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader Warnings:Mentions on blood, slight cussing, ==================================================================================================                     Sitting crossed legged on one of the chairs in the library, you looked through your lashes up at the man you loved. Dean fucking Winchester, badass hunter slash well known playboy. He made your heart flutter uncomfortably yet unwanted. Sam said you looked at him like a blind person seeing the sun for the first time. You denied that Dean had looked

Imagine Dean dancing with (Y/N) once the two of you have a day off Pairing: Dean x Reader A/N: I thought this song kinda fit with Deans personality, even though its country… I hope y'all like it!~ I Don’t Dance by Lee Brice have requests?? Click here ;)(: <3         “Hey Dean?” You poked your head into your shared room with the older Winchester. He sat on his bed checking his guns, something he did when he was bored or before a hunt.        "What’s up Princess?“ He set the guns next to him and looked up at you. You nervously wrung your hands and walked into the room.        "Uh– W-will you danc

One swear word...didn't think that required the mature filter... You laughed, walking into the bunker, arms full of pie. You had french silk, lemon, meringue, key lime, apple, you name it. Somehow you managed to open the door and walked in, only to freeze. "Wh...what are you going?" Dean froze, wearing only boxers, air guitaring to a rock song you couldn't name right now. "Uh..." You just stared, blinking, before placing the pie gently onto the table. "I am going to pretend that never happened. I will eat some pie and that will never have happened. EVER. Go put some fucking clothes on." You sat down and pulled out a lemon meringue pie, stu

Character: Dean Winchester Gender: Female and Male (No gender specifics!) Word Count: 1,495 Imagine: “Can you do a story where Dean gives the reader an energy drink for the first time and she does not normally drink caffeine so she gets super hyper and he kisses her to calm her down??” *** “That’s it; I can’t look at any of this shit anymore without wanting to fall asleep.” You said, throwing down the file that you couldn’t stop sifting through for the past sixteen hours. Dean sighed next to you. “We haven’t figured out a single clue as to what it is that we’re hunting, (Y/N),