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spn hiatus creations | week 17 ↳ tfw 2.0 → holy quartet

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The boys at their best

This is my favorite video edit ever, It’s art. I don’t know who made it, I think a girl from Brazil but I’m not sure (shoutout to all the latinamerican fans, myself included). I think everyone should see this <3

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Always with the facial expressions.....

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If you don’t value your soul read this. It gives a whole new meaning to the colour of Sam Winchesters eyes.

Violent Colours

Summary: Sam and Dean are out on a hunt when they find a girl hunter who has been badly wounded. Sam can see that she is a wounded soul like him and tried everything he can to save her. 

Pairings: Sam Winchester x First person reader

Perspective: First person reader perspective.

Warnings: N/A

Author: #Hashtag Heather

 I was always a mass of violent colours. 

Never just red or blue or yellow; 

Not even aquamarine or violet or the deepest scarlet. 

I was the colour of blood dripping from a nose that was hit too hard, I was the colour of a typhoon that just made land fall, I was the colour of sunset after a week of drizzle and I was the colour of a billion rainforests dancing in a breeze.

My world was full of disaster, destruction and most importantly violence. 

I fit in.

I was brought up a warrior destined to fight battle after battle and losing was not an option. My father, if you could call him that - more like trainer, was a hunter, my whole family was. Anything that went bump in the night was his prey and they would fall to his fingers like dominos and cards. 

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I used to be the pillar of strength until I became putty in your hands.

Things I’ll Never Say To You (via the-hidden-words-of-my-secrets)

Flip this is deep.

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Within His Arms - 7

Summary: After your father is killed on a hunting trip you are faced with the reality that you are now truly alone. The Winchesters are determined to help you but when they were the cause of your sorrow, how can you let them in; Especially Dean who broke your heart.  But more so how can Dean mend the bridge between the two of you with his guilt ripping him apart. This is a story about learning to live again and finding forgiveness when you don’t think it’s possible.

Author: Heather

Warnings: themes of grief but really nothing major.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

Your mind whirled with images you couldn’t seem to place, everything felt familiar and distant all at once. Before you knew it you were standing in the old car yard, overalls covering your jeans and singlet and your hair whipped back in a messy bun. You could feel the smudges of grease and oil on your skin but you couldn’t care any less. You’re eyes were trained on the two figures walking towards you, their gait was lethargic and their shoulders were drawn down in pain. But that didn’t matter, what did was there was only two of them. There should have been three.

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Within His Arms - 6

Summary: After your father is killed on a hunting trip you are faced with the reality that you are now truly alone. The Winchesters are determined to help you but when they were the cause of your sorrow, how can you let them in; Especially Dean who broke your heart.  But more so how can Dean mend the bridge between the two of you with his guilt ripping him apart. This is a story about learning to live again and finding forgiveness when you don’t think it’s possible.

Author: Heather Words: 2201 Warnings: Little bit of swearing, themes of grief Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five

Minutes turned to hours as the car continued down the empty roads, your indignant silence torturing you as much as Dean. He always would fill the car with his classic rock but he didn’t dare touch the radio with you beside him. You did your best to project every bit of protest you had towards the situation but your stomach refused to keep up the pretense. Growling with hunger and threatening to throw up anything you thought about consuming left you in an awful dichotomy. A reflection really of how your brain and heart were at odds, an entity of conflict and contradictions, what a way to be. You knew you needed your wits about you, but you weren’t lying when you wished the monsters would come for you too.

The harsh reality of your life left you searching more than you’d ever admit. Losing your mum was a hot butter knife that ripped through everything, losing Dean and most of your heart in the process was a blunt serrated knife that continued to plunge into your soul ripping at everything you were and now losing dad, it was like nothing you’d ever felt before. No previous hurt, no measure of pain, no description would ever be enough. There was so much of you that just wanted to scream but every attempt would remain silent. Dean’s muscles continued to tense beside you; he wanted to talk, he wanted to ease your burden but he knew words could never be enough. So he continued to drive until he saw a small diner on the side of the road, empty enough that you would feel comfortable sitting for a while but not so empty it would be ominous.

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Within His Arms - 5

Summary: Losing your father was like losing a limb, you didn’t know what to do now your world had been ripped apart. The Winchester boys were back but you wanted nothing to do with them after the history you had together. But when your family is all gone, maybe you’re only choice is to find yourself with the only people you can trust.

Author: Heather Words: 1937 Warnings: Little bit of swearing, themes of grief Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

Your eyes burned as the light of morning filtered through your bedroom window; your head felt like a rave party was being hosted within your skull and your stomach tossed and turned threating you with revolt if you move. What have I done? You asked yourself as you tried to filter through you brain what had happened. You had yelled at Dean, you had walked yourself home, cried out every tear in your body and you raided the liquor cabinet. Shit. That was the worst decision you could ever make and you hated yourself for it. You promised you would never drink a single drop but from the way your head was hurting you had more than a bottle. Looking around your room, you found yourself in your clothes from yesterday, your shoes laying haphazardly on the floor, ‘That’s not where I put them’ you thought out loud. You looked at your bedside table, you head tilting with confusion; your phone was sitting on charge, ‘That’s also not where I put you.’

The more you looked around your room your thoughts began to return, you had been in your fathers room before going for the booze, there was no way you would make it back to your room. How the hell were you in your bed? Slipping out from between the sheets you found yourself wobbly on your feet and still semi delirious from the night before; you didn’t know what was worse, the feeling in your stomach or the confusion in your head. Something wasn’t right and you weren’t alone. Almost on cue there was a sound of pots and pans clanging together in the kitchen, the disruption tearing you from your thought processes. The echo of footsteps downstairs sent ice down your spine as you tried to focus your brain enough to function, there was someone, no something in the house. Grabbing the colt 45 from the closet you crept towards the room above the kitchen, picking up a spray paint on the way before drawing a devils trap above the suspected creature. You held your breath hoping it would hold whatever it was, but the footsteps left the circle, their path clearly leading up the stairs, oh fuck. Your breath hitched in your lungs, you had been trained for a moment like this but never had you experienced it before. Your father was always there to protect you, now all you could do was fight or run.

You mind rushed through options of escape: shoot your way out, hide or get to the bunker. Mentally running yourself through the house you knew there was only one way to the bunker and it was down stairs past the thing in your house.

Moving from the room with your gun poised, you hoped with everything inside of you that the silver salted bullets would be enough. As you moved down the hall the creature got closer, a weird rattle accompanying it, just like the sounds of chains. Your heart doubled in pace and your brain started spitting out solutions between the flight and fight instincts. You clenched your teeth, your eyes closing out of fear as the creature reached the top of the stairs; your finger went to pull the trigger too scared to see what was in front of you. Before you could squeeze the sounds of smashing plates met your ears as hands quickly pulled the gun from your sweaty hands. “For the love of God, I thought I taught you to never close you eyes while shooting!” Your eyes opened in surprise finding a very shocked Dean Winchester standing in front of you, his hands dismantling the gun at lighting speed, his hands moving out of pure muscle memory.

“What are you doing here?!” You demanded.

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Within His Arms - 4

Summary: Losing your father was like losing a limb, you didn’t know what to do now your world had been ripped apart. The Winchester boys were back but you wanted nothing to do with them after the history you had together. But when your family is all gone, maybe you’re only choice is to find yourself with the only people you can trust.

Author: Heather

Words: 1418

Warnings: No real swearing, themes of grief

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Your body pulsed with rage as you came toe to toe with Dean, your intent clear in your eyes. You pulled back your fist and nailed it straight into his firmly built chest. Without stopping your other fist flung into his chest, every hit trying to make him hurt.

He didn’t move, he didn’t flinch, he just stood there are took every blow to his body. It only made you angrier, this was the man who single handedly broke your heart and took your father away from you. You wanted him to hurt like you were hurting, you wanted him to feel the pain that was debilitating you from the inside out. Your fists continued their assault; every hit trying to make him move but nothing shook him. Your fists felt raw as you continued to beat his chest, every punch only hurting you in turn but your couldn’t stop, he had to hurt.

Sam was uncomfortable with the situation, he still didn’t know what happened between the two of you after he left for Stanford and no one had told him. Not being able to take your pummeling of his brother any longer he snaked his arms around your body to restrain you. “No!” You screamed as you kicked and twisted doing all that you could to get out of his arms. Dean moved for the first time, his hands like iron gripped onto Sammy and forcibly moved his arms open, dropping you back onto your feet.

“Don’t touch her.” He warned as you ran at him again. You fists resuming their barrage upon him.

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When I was young I read stories about great heroes doing great deeds. The truth is, real heroes don’t look at all like I pictured.

SPN Hiatus Creations | Week Sixteen ↳ Dean Winchester

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Within His Arms - 3

Summary: Losing your father was like losing a limb, you didn’t know what to do now your world had been ripped apart. The Winchester boys were back but you wanted nothing to do with them after the history you had together. But when your family is all gone, maybe you’re only choice is to find yourself with the only people you can trust.

Author: Heather Words: 1418 Warnings: No real swearing, themes of grief Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Part One   -   Part Two

Your father was to have a hunter’s funeral but you needed to do the traditional funeral first. The town needed the closure as much as you did. You knew that pretty much everyone would be there, from your teachers at school, the police department, neighbors, clients, friends; pretty much every person that had interacted with us was going to be there. It was also outlined in his wishes that he was to have a funeral and money enough had been put aside. Most of it however was for the sake of dear Jody; dad’s girlfriend while aware of the life was still stuck between what everyone knew to be real and what was real. She sat beside me, as we drove towards Sioux Falls County Cemetery to bury an empty coffin. She didn’t know what to do, she had already lost so much and to lose more was something you didn’t think you’d be able to handle. You reached across to hold her hand but neither of you couldn’t find comfort in it; it was nothing like what it was like to be held within his arms.

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Within His Arms - 2

Summary: After your father is killed on a hunting trip you are faced with the reality that you are now truly alone. The Winchesters are determined to help you but when they were the cause of your sorrow, how can you let them in; Especially Dean who broke your heart.  But more so how can Dean mend the bridge between the two of you with his guilt ripping him apart. This is a story about learning to live again and finding forgiveness when you don’t think it’s possible.

Words: 2589 Warnings: No real swearing, themes of grief Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

Part 1

As you passed through the town you couldn’t help the way your memories pulled at you, wanting to comfort you as your heart cracked and shattered. There were so many good times within this small town, so many memories with your father and the boys. You could almost taste the strawberry milkshakes you and your father used to share when he took you out on Thursday nights, only the two of you. You heart wanted to stay in the moment when everything in your life was still innocent, before the monsters started hunting you.

The boys knew all about the monsters but your father wanted to shield you as much as possible, 

But Bobby couldn’t hide you away forever and when if was your turn to learn about monsters he guided you through everything with love. Teaching you the basics to protect yourself but not everything because he swore there would never be a time where he couldn’t protect you himself. But that time had come.

Nothing could protect you now.

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Read it, you won't regret it, if you do, I’ll do a shot of vodka :P

Within His Arms - 1

Summary: After your father is killed on a hunting trip you are faced with the reality that you are now truly alone. The Winchesters are determined to help you but when they were the cause of your sorrow, how can you let them in; Especially Dean who broke your heart.  But more so how can Dean mend the bridge between the two of you with his guilt ripping him apart. This is a story about learning to live again and finding forgiveness when you don’t think it’s possible.

Story Series Words: 2299 Warnings: No real swearing, themes of grief Pairings: Dean Winchester x Reader

The world was rushing by at a speed your eyes couldn’t keep up with, only able to focus on the changing colors of the sky from afternoon to night.

You moved your hands to rest in your lap, fingers never settling their nervous movements; you knew today was coming but you didn’t think it would come so quickly. Your throat felt dry, it was like you were trying to swallow a golf ball and it lodged itself in your larynx, your ears felt as though they were filled with water so every turn of your skull felt off balance. The black dress clung to you in an almost uncomfortable way and your hair felt wrong being pulled back off your face, but that’s how you were supposed to look. You felt cold, but it wasn’t the temperature or weather, it was your insides, your very essence; ice was slowly covering your heart, the only way to stop the pain in your hollow empty soul. You felt like a machine, not at all like a human being; you wished you could have been a robot and could simply remove the emotions.

The black sleek car continued along the quiet roads and across a bridge over water, the world seemed so quiet, so calm; no one knew your world was absolutely shattered. Hurricanes were pushing through your brain in the form what if’s, almost’s and if only’s; each one destroying the walls you attempted to build. A tear threatened to escape your eyes; you swiped at it, not wanting to seem weak as the eyes of the driver met yours. You hated the way he looked at you, his eyes were full of sympathy and pity; you didn’t want his displaced emotions! You knew this moment was coming and he had no idea how you were coping.

 That was the curse of being the daughter of a hunter.

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Return from the Hunt

So, I am unsure whether you noticed, but I went out on a hunting trip and didn’t come back until well now. My tumbling was interrupted due to a break up with my collaboration author on another page, vine shutting down (how rude) and a new relationship with a man who might become my husband very soon (watch this space). But I have decided to get back to what I love which is this and my writing. Thank you for being amazing and being apart of my supernatural family!

Heres a hot Gif of Dean and Sam:

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THE BAMF’s Dean and Cas

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Young Jensen vs Soulless Sam - I’m dead. 

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Sammy makes me happy