Random imagines and the occasional preference. They will include Dean, Sam, Castiel, and other characters possibly. If you have a request for an imagine or a character, feel free to ask about it, but absolutely no smut, ever. The imagines will incl...
"Heeey, Sammy! I'm home!" You slammed the door of the bunker, then stomped down the stairs to where your older brother sat. He and Dean had found you about five years ago, and now you were 18, happier than you could've imagined Sam turned just as you dropped the take-out bag on his lap. "Here's your salad, health freak." You plopped down next to him, gritting your teeth as your right shoulder blade hit the back of the couch. You had just gotten a really cool tattoo there, and it was still sore. You swallowed the pain, since neither Sam not Dean knew, and pulled a burger out of the bag. You took a big bite and turned to your brother. "Yo, when's Dean gonna be home?" Well, with the huge bite you had taken still in your mouth, it was more like, "Ywo, Wenfth Dea gin ba hum?" Sam have you a disgusted look and said, "I don't know, but stop talking with food your mouth, it's disgusting." You smiled, then opened your mouth and went, "ahhhhh" in his face, showing him your food. He rolled his eyes and shoved your head away, laughing silently. You finished up your burger, then stood. You walked around the couch and announced that you were going to go train. You then proceeded to toss the burger wrapper, hitting Sam in the head. He turned with an indignant "Hey!" and you ran out of the room giggling. You heard him stand up, and raced to your bedroom. At least you would be safe there. You quickly changed into your workout clothes, which consisted of a tank top and spandex shorts, tossed a towel over your right shoulder, and made your way down to the training room. You tossed the towel to the side, grabbed your iPod from the stand you had left it on yesterday, and turned on your music. With (fav/band) pumping through the speakers, you blocked out the world and started throwing punches at imaginary foes.
Sam POV After (y/n) ran into her room, I decided to prank her. I figured that we were overdue for some fun, and Dean probably wouldn't be back for another day or two. He had headed out to Wisconsin for a small case, a simple salt and burn. I heard (y/n)s music start up and ran into her room. I quickly set to moving everything just a hair to the left, just enough that she would bump into everything, when a receipt fluttered off her desk. Normally I wouldn't snoop, but the store's name caught my attention. It read 'Ink'd' in a tattoo-style font, with a single item on the paper. I knelt down and picked it up, and saw that there was a charge for a single tattoo, a fairly good sized one. I hoped it wasn't what I thought, but decided to go ask (y/n) about it. I made my way down to the training room and opened the door. (Y/n) was mid-kick and she turned just as I opened the door. With her back to me, I saw a detailed tribal wolf tattooed onto her shoulder blade.
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Reader POV Sam shouted out your name mid-kick and you fell over, having been startled by his yell. He marched over and turned off your music, then looked down at you. "You. Got. A. TATTOO!?!?" You looked up from the floor and nodded, then opened your mouth to speak, but Sam cut you off. "Why? What were you thinking? You didn't even ask!" You stood up and glared up at your brother. "I don't need to, I'm 18 years old! I am an adult, I can get a tattoo if I want one. You aren't my boss!" Sam huffed, then grabbed your arm, dragging you upstairs. Once in the map room, he sat you down in a chair, told you to stay, and disappeared. A few minutes later he returned, carrying your checkbook. He was flipping through it when he stopped he looked up at you, fury in his eyes, and growled, "Exactly how many tattoos do you have?" You looked in his eyes, (e/c) meeting hazel, and sassed, "Three. The wolf, my anti-possession, and this." You stood, turning and pulling your tank top off so you were standing in your bra with your back to your brother. His mouth dropped open at the tattoo that went down your spine, covering a scar from a hunt two years ago. The scar was from a demon, and the tattoo was a closed rose going up your spine, with the words 'still I rise' in the stem.
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He swallowed and said, "When did you get that?" You turned, pulling your shirt back on, and said, "Two months ago, after my birthday. I needed a reminder of my strength. It hurt, getting it over my scar, but it was worth it. Are you still mad?" He slowly shook his head, and pulled you in for a hug, tears in his eyes. You hugged him back, and he said, "Just don't be getting anymore without telling us."
