Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<unexpected item in bagging area> (dean x reader)

Summary: After a hunt with a witch, and a good nap, the reader wakes up with some.. unexpected changes, and even more unexpected appendages. Dean is determined to show you the luxury of manhood.

*hehe, smut warning*

"Gengeriam revoluso!" The brunette haired witch spouted, angling her bony hands toward you. You brace for impact, ducking and holding your hands over your head as you prepare to get flung back into the wall. You cautiously peep an eye open, looking around. That's fuckin weird.

You lowered your arms from the protective stances they took surrounding your head and pulled the gun from its holster on your belt. The tall brunette was quickly trying to gather more herbs and stones to probably attempt another spell. You squeezed into the trigger, bullet burying itself in the skull of the witch in front of you. The weight of the now lifeless body dropped against the wall behind them, leaving a trailing bloodline as it collapsed onto the floor. You panted, pushed the safety pin back into the gun, and re-holstered it. You glanced around at the room you were in, it broke off to the right of the front door, but it still didn't have a tv.

"Even witches need tv's dude." You huffed, deciding to walk around and wait for the boys. They both went off to another house where the rest of the small coven resides to deal with the other witches. You slowly stepped one foot in front of the other, hands tucked into your pockets as you looked around. This bitch seemed to really like the color red, because it was literally the only color around. The furnature was red, the walls, the lamps, the plants. Most of the flowers here were roses and poppy's, but there were a few marigolds and Zinnia's too. Flowers were fun, and you always took a special interest in them. Before you really got into hunting you were debating becoming a florist. You found yourself in the kitchen, scouring the cabinets for something yummy.

"Ooh, Cheez-It's!" You smiled, reaching up to grab the box, a little skeptical when it was lighter then expected. You dropped it onto the counter and pulled it open, glaring at the empty bag inside.
"Why the fuck didn't you just throw them away." You grumbled, smacking the box onto the floor and reaching up to close the cabinet. You walked over to the fridge and pulled it open, humming contently with the bottle of scotch stored inside. At least you had something nice to bring back.

"Hey! Looks like you handed it well." Sam chirps up behind you.
"More then better." You call from inside the fridge, grabbing the scotch before standing up and lifting it to set it on the counter.
"Ooo, nice!" Dean calls from the doorway beside Sam.
"So, you guys get out good?" You asked before turning to look at the brothers, stepping aside to close the fridge door. You quickly scanned over the two of them. Dean had a small cut on his head that had formed a dried blood trail down his temple and below his jaw.
"I did, Dean wasn't so lucky." Sam laughed.

"God, Dean. Cant you be a little more careful?" You hissed, pulling your phone from your pocket. You walked over and pulled up your flashlight, pulling Dean's head down.
"Uh, ow?" Dean hissed as you shone the light into his eyes.
"Shut up." You glared before lowering the phone and letting him go.
"The hell was that about?" Dean grumbled, rubbing his eye.
"I was seeing if you had a concussion, dumbass." You snorted as you turned around, leaning toward the counter to snatch up the bottle of scotch.

"So we're headed back?" Sam claps his hands together, reaching out to take the scotch as you handed it over.
"Yep, I call the back seat, I need to sleep." You huffed, walking past Dean and into the room you were previously in. The boys walk after you, and Sam stops to take a few books from one of the shelves before continuing out of the house with you and Dean.
"It looked like she had something set up, she didn't try anything?" Sam asks as he jogs up beside you, peeling open the passenger door and pulling the seat forward for you to slide into the back.
"I dunno," you shrugged before ducking your head and climbing into the backseats, "she said a spell wrong I think, nothing happened when she casted it."
"You sure you don't have an extra ear or something?" Dean asked, arm extended as he adjusted the rear view mirror, angling it onto your slumped over figure.
You scoffed, but still checked. Yep, two eyes, two ears, one nose and one mouth.
"Alls accounted for." You nodded before shifting back against the seats, pulling your legs up to your chest as you laid down. You huffed and reached an arm up, grabbing the extra coat that was always tossed in the back to drape over yourself.