Supernatural Imagines

Mini Series Imagines

Hey everyone so this is like a few requests that I couldn't really think of a long imagine for so I decided to write some short ones in hope that it would satisfy whoever requested it etc..

Please enjoy!

For @Zezetara

Imagine Sam and the reader grading in bed together

Sam's feet padded along the dark oak flooring of the bunker. He had some socks on which made him practically glide along the floor with ease. He had several books in his arms since he didn't really know what Y/N liked to read. Turning the corner her approached their room and walked in, closing the door behind him with his foot and setting the books down with a gentle thud on the night table beside the bed. 

The curtains were drawn closed and the soft light from the bedside table illuminated most of the bed and the surroundings around it. Night had fallen but it wasn't too late, just the right time for a good old bedtime story.

Y/N was cozy in bed, her lower half covered by the thick blankets and her back supported by several pillows as she flipped through a couple stray magazines while waiting for Sam.

"Sorry for the wait, I didn't know what you wanted so I just got all that I could carry." Sam smiled softly and held each book up to Y/N, reading the titles and putting them down again so she could make a choice. She thought for a few seconds and pointed to a hardcover that was old and stained with age, the red cover faded and "Benjamin Button" written in big gold letters across the spine.

"Benjamin Button? I liked the movie, never read the book though." Sam smiled and put the other books down on the ground as he climbed under the warm covers next to Y/N. He slid his arm under her head and it fit perfectly between Y/N's shoulder and head, supporting her neck. He opened the book as Y/N snuggled up against his side. The old musky smell of the book wafted to Y/N and filled her nose, she breathed in the scent as it reminded her of previous books and memories that brought a small smile to her lips. Sam held the book open under the light and flipped to the first page and began to read in his smooth and calming voice. Y/N happily listened to Sam read, she enjoyed hearing his voice narrate the wonderful story of the boy who aged backwards; Benjamin Button. After several pages of the story Sam looked down to Y/N who was sleeping soundly beside him, her breathing ever so soft. Sam smiled to himself and folded the corner of the page to make sure that they could continue tomorrow. He set the book on the night stand and shifted slightly lower into bed but managed not to wake his sleeping wife. His long arm switched the light off and he sighed quietly in relief as the bright light was not straining his tired eyes any longer. His free hand shifted under the blankets and settled on top of Y/N's swollen baby bump, rubbing it softly as he whispered; "Good night baby."

For @darkimoo1

Male reader X Gabriel

"Heeaatttt of the momenttttt!" Blared from the table side radio making me flinch and rise up from my bed. Dean was brushing his teeth and pointing at me, mouthing the words and bobbing his head to the beat. Sam was packing his bag to tidy up the motel room and shaking his head at deans silly antics to the song.

I proceeded to get ready like any normal day; today we were going to visit a place called "The mystery Spot" since some fishy stuff has been going on.

"Y/male/N!" Dean yelled to me. "Come on man lets get some breakfast! I'm starvin'!" Dean slammed baby's door and turned her on, her engine purring smoothly. Sam was already in the car and I turned around to lock the door and put a 'DO NOT CLEAN' sign around the handle. "Take it easy, we don't want the maid walking in to machetes and firearms." I rolled my eyes and got in the back seat. Dean drove out to a small diner.

We sat down in a booth and ordered breakfast, then ate, chatting quietly about the case then paying and walking out. Sam and Dean were both in front of me, I was kind of a third wheeler some times but I didn't mind. They chatted and walked out into the streets, just as a car came barreling down the street slamming into both men sending them flying to the pavement. I called out their names but they looked sickly, body parts twisted in ways they shouldn't be.

Before I knew it "heat of the moment" woke me up again and again, every time after both Winchesters would die in an unfortunate way.

Every detail of the day would happen the same. I explained to the boys many times but they end up dying again and I have to explain things all over again. I don't know how many Tuesday's I've had but I was tired of it. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the man who always had maple syrup with his pancakes had strawberry syrup. I had to look a second time in confusion, until an idea popped into my head. "What if I was being tricked?"

I didn't say anything to the brothers, I just snatched deans keys off the table and went to the trunk, grabbing a stake and dipping it in some lambs blood. The guy was walking to his car and I ran up and pinned him against a fence, all of my body weight pinning him down. "You son of a bitch! What the hell kind of game do you think this is?!" I growled in his face. The older man yelped in pain. "Please! I don't know what you're talking about!" He tried, I bought none of it, pressing the stake into his neck. The man rolled his eyes and smirked as his face started to morph into the whiskey eyed trickster.

"It's to show that you can't save everyone Y/male/N. Not you, not your brothers." Gabriel frowned, his eyes scanned my face and I did the same.

"Stop it. Make it stop." My lip twitched in anger. "Make them stop dying. Make it stop being Tuesday." My voice faltered slightly, I didn't want the trickster to know it got to me but after seeing my closest friends die hundreds of times it broke me down knowing that they could die anyway at anytime.

Some sort of change flashed across the tricksters face, whether it was pity, regret, fear, I don't know, but I know he didn't feel like the macho man anymore; he felt like an asshole.

"Alright...tomorrow you'll wake up and it will be Wednesday. I...I promise." The trickster looked down to the stake and back up to me, his whiskey eyes locking onto my (e/c) ones.

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" I pressed the stake further into his neck and he hissed as his body tried to crawl away from it. "Tell me!"

He didn't say anything, he only smiled softly as if in pity and snapped his fingers. This time my eyes snapped open to a different song on the radio. Dean was brushing his teeth again and my heartbeat jumped. "What day is it?" I rushed out quickly, my feet swinging over the bed.

Dean gave me a strange look as white toothpaste suds covered most of his lips. "Dude...it's Wednesday."

I immediately sighed in relief, my hands wiping non existent sweat off of my short stubble. I went to reach my phone on the bedside table but instead found myself holding a small red heart shaped lollipop.

Hi everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in so long, school and such and I don't want to bore you with so much detail.

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Love y'all!

-CW