ShelbyLovesCake

You're tapping your foot listening to the radio when "Eye of the Tiger" comes on. Grinning, you turn up the volume. Dean laughs as you dancing in the seat during the intro. When the lyrics come on, you start singing obnoxiously. "Rising up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances. Went the distance now I'm back on my feet. Just a man and his will to survive!" Dean rolls his eyes and joins in with the next verse. "So many times, it happens too fast! You trade your passion for glory! Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past! You must fight just to keep them alive!" He grins at you dorkily. "It's the eye of the tiger, it's the t

You're sitting there with Dean and Sam, taking a break. You guys know what you're hunting, you figured that out hours ago. It's a vampire, simple, easy. Now, you're just waiting for the right time. This one decides to pick girls up from bars and take them home to 'do things'. The girls think they're gonna get some and willingly follow him into his basement. He makes out with them a bit first, really get their blood pumping. Then, he moves to their neck where he sinks his teeth.    A bit cliché, if I do say so myself, but anyway, back to you. You guys are just sitting there, chilling. Then you feel the horrible, horrible feeling of

Bed sharing - Dean x Reader x Sam Driving. The constant driving always got on your nerves. But it was something you just couldn't avoid. Since being a hunter ment that you had to be constantly on the road. Luckily it wasn't you the one that was driving but Dean. So luckily you had the opportunity to sleep and rest during long drives. And even more luckily you didn't need to fight over a bed with any of the Winchesters. And the few times that you had stayed at a motel Dean had been able to find room with three beds. Which also ment that you didn't have to share a bed with one of them. Not that you would mind. Well sort of... You wouldn'

You came back late from a hunt with Dean. You were hunting vampires and it was a tough mission. You had to get to their nest and deal with them. Mostly yourself as Dean was distracting them. Sam was supposed to be with you. You missed him while he wasn't around. Dean and Sam were like the brothers you never had... well Dean was. Sam was more than that. It was almost impossible for you and Sam to have some time to yourself as there was always something you had to do. You weren't a professional hunter like Sam and Dean. You were more amateur. That's what you thought anyway. Sam always said you were great which made you feel better in yourself.

“(y/n) look it’s snowing,” Sam said as you and Dean climbed into the Impala. “Do you wanna build a snowman?” He asked smiling back at you. “Does it have to be a snowman?” You replied as Dean sighed heavily. “Will you two shut up about that movie about the ice? It’s all you two have been talking about for days,” he stated as he turned on the car and began heading for the cemetery.   “You’re right Dean,” you said from your spot in the backseat. “It’s almost like we can’t--” “Don’t you dare,” Dean interrupted. “Let it

The end credits roll in. You look up at your father. "Daddy. Why are you crying?" He sniffles. "These are happy tears Baby Girl. I'm happy that the toys have a home." "Are you sure?" You ask. You move in closer to his arms and press your head against his chest. "I'm ok." "What was your favorite part?" You look up at him and smiles. He smiles back and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I liked it when Buzz spoke Spanish." You both burst into a fit of laughter. "I liked it when Mr. Potato head was a pickle. He looked funny." You giggle. Dean smiles and runs his fingers through your (h/c) hair. Sam comes through the motel door and smile

"Uncle Sammy can you tell me a bed time story?" "Sure (y/n)." He smiles and walks around the bed to the shelf and grabs the first book he sees. "How bout' Harry, the hungry Hippo?" You shake your head and sit up in the bed, cradling your stuffed animal in your arms. "Um. . . Can I hear one of Daddy's special bed time stories?" Your uncle puts the book back on the shelf, "How do they go?" Your eyes open wide, "What! Uncle Sammy your in all the stories! You fought the evil sock monkey for your soul!" Sam sits on the edge of your bed. He lets out a laugh. "An evil sock monkey?" You leap out from underneath the covers and into your uncle's la

You shivered in the closet as you hid. Mom told you to get in a not to come out no matter what and it had long since gone silent. Creeks from your own weight echoed in the small storage space and you could feel your hesitant breath on the hand which you had clamped over your mouth. A man had knocked on the door and your Papa had gone to the door whilst you were eating your pie. The man had talked about his car being broken and needed a phone- but when your Papa had let him in, his eyes had turnt a terrifying black and he hurt your Papa. The last thing you remember before being shoved in the closet was your Mom's petrified expression. Your n