A witch and an angel, an unlikely pair... But Y/N is more than just a witch And Castiel is more than just an angel

This is a bunch of little imagines of Dean Winchester, and it's based off of songs. Kind of. Requests are always open!

This story has been discontinued! Life was okay. It has been fifteen years since you last saw Castiel. The colour of his striking blue eyes are still burned into your brain. The feeling of his fiery touch still lingers on your skin. His scent still invades your nostrils at the most inopportune times. Despite all of that, you thought you could forget him... One visitor changes all of that, bringing memories back to the surface that you had buried deep. But you mustn't focus on those memories, because the news that this visitor brings is urgent, and to rid your kingdom of a very serious threat, you must work with Castiel. But can you? This is the sequel to Not What You Think. This story will not make any sense of you haven't already read the previous one.

Life in the 1800's wasnt glamorous for every women, at least not for you. Cooking, cleaning, nursing was all laid on the house wives shoulders, you being the daughter of one meant those duties were on you too. But all of that was about to change.

"How can you honestly look me in the eyes right now and tell me you love me?" "Easy. Just have to wipe some of the blood off first." --- Dean Winchester had always been alone. Not in the cringy bad boy way that's plastered all over romance movies, he just had a little too much going on to make friends. Killing people is a lot of work, and not exactly something you bring up during a night out with the boys. He really didn't mind his life. He had his brother, he had a job, and he was damn good at it. He didn't need anything to change. Which of course means everything was going to change. When a slightly unusual job gives Dean way more than he was asking for, he finds himself scrambling to maintain his perfect routine. His life didn't need anything, or anyone else. Did it? --- This is an AU, Sam and Dean are brothers but they aren't hunters and have nothing to do with the supernatural. Got the cover picture offline, credit to whoever made it.

You, the one, the only, the beautiful escort of Lawrence Kansas. Almost Everyone in Lawrence knew you to be a shy, simple girl who worked at a cafe. what they didn't know, is that you were also a mistress of the night. One night a handsome fellow hired you to be his escort to a event a couple towns over. Your least favorite part of the escorting business, was what usually happened after the currents were closed, but you had to do what you had to do.

"Dean?" You roll over in your sleep. "Dean?" You ring out as you toss and turn. Dean had gone missing a few days ago. Sam said that he fought Mettatron the Scribe of God alone and got stabbed. You couldn't help but to move in with Sam and Castiel and wait for a miracle. You were startled by your alarm and your eyes snapped open to find an empty space in the bed with unpacked boxes near the closet door. You had to admit it wasn't like home but, you'd get used to it.

Vanessa. you never forget that name. Never forget your revenge. - Life is never easy for a hunter. But your life is painful. Even for a hunter. Revenge is the only thing that is keeping you alive and get going. You have nothing to lose. Nothing until you find Dean Winchester.

Supernatural - fan fiction. You had lost your parents on a hunt a few years ago. You were living on your own, hunting monsters. until you got kidnapped on a hunt and that's when you met the Winchesters.

After a somewhat awkward run in between the Winchester brothers and (y/n), Dean Winchester begins to feel the need to find her again. After a year of searching the country and dragging along younger brother Sam, Dean finds her, and it isn't pretty. (Y/f/n) - your first name (Y/l/n/) - your last name (Y/n/n) - your nickname (Y/h/c) - your hair color (Y/bf/n) - your best friends name (Y/f/d) - your favorite drink