hawkeyetrained

[hawkeyetrained]

You're Still Here

Dean Winchester x fem!reader (established relationship)

Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jack Kline

Warnings: mention of blood, head wound

Summary: Dean gets knocked out while Michael is trapped in his head. When he wakes, he's worried only about her.

Word Count: 1370

Dean had been through a lot recently. We had gotten back from saving Mary and Jack in the Apocalypse World only to face another threat, Lucifer trying to kill his son. Dean had decided to speak with Michael, the archangel from the other world, the two sticking up a deal to help defeat Lucifer and save Jack. Dean would say yes, let Michael in, and Michael would help take down the devil of our world.

The tabled flipped when Michael then decided to keep Dean, locking the hunter in his own mind and taking off. Sam and I had struggled a lot during that time, having all the hunters from the other world now with us and needing help adjusting was almost too much for us to handle. Sam took over the role of leader, the other hunters calling him "chief" when he commanded the room. I had fallen into utter heartbreak. Not knowing where Dean was, and if he was safe, took a lot out of me. Cas and Sam did their best to keep me on track and working with the other hunters, but I wasn't going to be the same until Dean got back.

Then he did, one day, Sam and Cas walked back into the bunker with Dean trailing after them in a crumpled white dress shirt and hair slicked down to his head. I had practically jumped at Dean, holding him tightly as we both cried at being back in each other’s arms once again.

Dean took the time to explain that he wasn't exactly safe from Michael yet. They had managed to trap Michael in Dean's mind, much how Dean felt over the last weeks with the archangel. We all knew the block wouldn't hold up forever, but it was working now. Dean could feel Michael every so often, poking around where he was stuck. This caused Dean to distance himself a bit from me, claiming that he didn't want Michael to get control one day and do something, that he couldn't bear to watch his hands do harm to me, even if it wasn't him in control. I did my best to understand his worries, but it didn't keep me away from Dean one bit.

We were slowly getting back to normal. Sam, Dean, Cas, and Jack all headed out for a hunt, leaving me back at the bunker for any research or backup they may need. I had kept busy, keeping an eye on the other people in our home, cooking, and providing any information I could to Dean over the phone that would help their case wrap up faster.

I was stood in the kitchen, cleaning the last dishes from the lunch rush in the bunker when the main door slammed open, and a few sets of rushed footsteps crashed down the stairs. "Sam? Dean?" I called as I dried off my hands, tossing the towel onto the counter as I wandered out of the kitchen to see what the ruckus was for. "Guys?" I followed the echoing noise down the hall towards the infirmary. My heart raced faster and faster the closer I got to the medical room.

When I turned the corner, my eyes widened in shock, hands shaking at my sides. Dean was laid out on one of the beds, head bleeding and covered in dirt. "Get me some bandages." Sam demanded, Jack rushing to a cabinet and grabbing a few rolls of white gauze.

Cas stood watching the two work, his blue eyes filled with worry, but flashing to me when I stopped beside him. "What happened?" The words were more of a whisper coming out, barely making it to the angels ears.

"We're not sure what's going on." Cas admitted, his hand resting on my arm to keep me from moving farther into the room.

"What happened on the hunt? Why isn't he awake? Why..." The world died on my tongue as I watched bright red cotton get tossed onto the floor around the bed. Cas only tightened his hold on my arm and pulled softly, trying to move me out into the hall. "Tell me!" I shouted, yanking my arm from his hold as we walked down the hall.

"The man we were hunting." Cas started, heading for the library to sit down and explain. "He knew we were coming, he could sense Jack and I, so they went in first and we planned to stay back." He sat down in one of the chairs at the first table. "Please sit." My shaking hands pulled the chair across from him out and I took a seat. "Dean got tossed into a wall, probably hit his head, but we aren't sure why he isn't waking up."

I nodded along as Cas recounted the hunt. "Ok." My hands came up and angerly brushed a few stray tears off my face from worry. "What do you think is going on? Is the block in his head still working?" Cas hesitated, brushing over his face in thought. "Oh my god." It seemed like all the heat was pulled from the room in realization. "You think Michael broke out? That he's fighting Dean in his mind?"

"I don't know what to think right now." His hand gently picked up my still shaking one, holding on gently. "But whatever it is, we will be here to help him. I will not let him disappear again." My wide eyes watched him, seeing the sincerity behind his blues.

Just as I was going to respond, a different crash came from the hall we had been down a moment ago. Metal clanked and skidded across the floor in the infirmary. Cas and I shared a look with each other, both asking silent questions, before we were both on our feet and sprinting down the hall.

"Dean!" Sam's voice echoed. "It's me! You're in the bunker!" I could hear the panic in his voice as he called to his older brother.

Another crash. "I know where I am!" Dean shouted, his deep voice nearly a growl. "That's not-" He hesitated, "He's gone." My feet stumbled as I heard his whisper, finally getting to the landing of the infirmary. Dean had his hands up to his head, fingers clutching at the short strands of hair. "Where's..." His eyes flickered across the room by Sam, the back of the room with all the extra chairs and medical supplies. "Where is she Sammy?"

His voice cracked and it shattered my heart hearing him so scared. He knew the archangel was free, out of the prison in his mind and his main concern was me.

"Dean." He turned to face me in a flash, watching as I came down the few steps and paused a few feet from him. "Honey, I'm right here." I tried my best to keep my voice calm and even though it was hard when I saw his bright green eyes filled with tears, looking so scared.

"You're still here." His words were hushed in disbelief.

"Of course, I am. I'm not ever going anywhere." With this, he closed the distance, wrapping his arms around me and pressing his face into my neck, near silent sobs escaping him. "I got you, it's ok." I hushed, doing my best to soothe the shaking hunter. "You're safe with me." My fingers brushed through the hair he had been pulling at a moment ago, doing my best to avoid the cuts on the side of his head. "You're safe." The words were whispered now as everyone left the room, allowing Dean to calm down without so many people looking at him.

"He got out, and I-I thought..." He trailed off again, arms tightening around me.

"I'm ok." I assured him, gently pulling back to look at him.

He nodded, eyes still cast down. "I don't want you to leave."

I brought my hands up to his cheeks, using my thumbs to wipe the tears from his cheeks before I leaned in to kiss him. "I'm not ever going anywhere, ok? I don't care what happens, I'm never leaving you." Another nod from Dean before he dropped his head back to my shoulder, arms squeezing me to him. "Never."

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[hawkeyetrained]

Hellhounds

Dean Winchester x fem!reader (established relationship)

Other Characters: Sam Winchester, Bobby Singer

Warnings: blood, wounds, major character death, canon violence/gore, reader!depression

Summary: Dean's demon deal is up and she wasn't there

AN: Ok, for some reason I really like writing the sad stuff to enjoy this heart wrenching fic.

Word Count: 2,505

She doesn’t know how it happened. Not really anyway. She has no idea how she managed to lose track of time so horribly. Months ago, she and Dean Winchester had practically torn a small town apart with Bobby Singer looking for Sam after the demon that killed Mary took Sam. She had watched the life drain from Sam Winchester’s eyes after he was literally stabbed in the back. She could still hear Dean’s pleading for his baby brother if she focused hard enough.

She wasn’t with Dean when he made the deal, and she sure as hell wouldn’t have allowed him to do it if he had told her about it. Though now, with all their resources and ideas drained, she’s dumbfounded on how she managed to lose track of the days leading to his inevitable death.

A hunting friend of hers had called that morning when she was preparing to leave the motel with Dean for breakfast, the phone call being short and full of pleading for some backup just a few towns over. Dean told her to go, to help the friend that seemed to really need an extra set of hands for an hour or so. She had thought about it for a few moments before giving in and heading for the highway. But what she thought was going to be only a few hours turned into most of the day.

By late afternoon she was getting strange unfinished texts from Sam and a few calls she was unable to answer at the time. When she was finally able to really look at her phone, her blood ran cold, and she was fairly certain her heart had stopped.

Hellhounds

That’s the word that made her flat-out sprint from the woods of the small hunt she was on and turn the original forty-five-minute drive back in only twenty. By the time she made it to the location Sam had sent her, she was far too late.

Rushed and unsteady footsteps landed her just outside a room, Sam’s hands grabbing her shoulders before she could enter. “You don’t wanna go in there.” He had whispered, hands and voice shaking. Her eyes flashed up to his, lips trembling and lashes already wet with tears.

“No.” The word was barely whispered as she looked at the doorway ahead of her. “No Sam…he’s…where’s Dean?” Her feet stepped to the side an inch before Sam had pulled her back again.

“You don’t-you don’t wanna see it.” His cheeks were splotchy and red, tear streaks making him shine in the ugly florescent lights.

Her heart pounded in her chest, ribs seeming to squeeze in on her. “Let me go. Dean!” She struggled against the hold Sam had on her. He hadn’t wanted to let her see, he wanted to keep the horror of seeing Dean’s body all torn up far away from her. He didn’t want her to remember the love of her life like that, like how he remembers Jess at times. But she was a hunter, just as good as he and his brother, so she managed to get away and face the half open doors.

The room was a complete mess when she stopped by the splintered wood that was once a beautiful door. Flooring ripped up and marred with claw marks, papers and fabric torn and littering the floor. And there in the center, Dean Winchester laid. His dark blue flannel and grey shirt torn though and soaked with dark blood. His once smooth skin was shredded away in places, leaking more of the crimson color onto the floors.

Her breath caught in her throat as she slowly approached his side. “Dean?” The word came out broken and desperate for an answer. She knelt down at his side, her gentle hands holding onto his left, smoothing over the few smaller cuts he had there from trying to protect himself, or get away. “Baby?” She was almost silent with how softly she spoke. “I need you to wake up.”

Sam stood in the doorway silently watching her as tears continued to fall down his cheeks. He was half leaned against the frame, looking very much like a little boy who just lost his big brother, but also holding just enough power to be the strength and protection that he knew she was going to need while completely focused on the body of his dead brother. He knew he wasn’t going to let anything happen to her while she sat with Dean’s body.

“Dean.” She was begging at this point, salty tears falling from her eyes as she stared into the lifeless green ones that she had fallen so hard for. “Please, I…I can’t do this with-without you.” The sobs caused her words to break, her sentences slipping into snippets as she tried to breathe through the pain in her chest. Why did she have to leave earlier? Would Dean still be alive if she hadn’t gone to help? Was this all her fault? “Dean!” She was starting to panic. The questions swirled in her head as she shook him. “Please! I need you!”

Sam stepped in at that point. He fell to his knees beside her and pulled her into his chest. She let him hold her and the two of them let out the most heat wrenching sounds that would have brought anyone else to tears. She had kept her hands held tightly to Dean’s as she allowed Sam to wrap his arms around her shoulders as they cried.

Dean Winchester was gone.

_____

The following months all blurred together. After the two of them had managed to pull themselves together, if even just for a few moments, Bobby had come down and helped them with a hunters funeral for Dean. He wrapped Dean in a soft white sheet while Sam built the platform. She had barely managed to drag herself outside, needing the support from Bobby to even be able to stand and watch as the flames ate away at Dean in the center.

She had taken the time to slip the ring from his hand and the bracelet from his wrist before Sam lit the fire, both now adorning her wrist and sitting on a chain around her neck as she did her best to carry on for the day.

Heartbroken, she had gone back with Bobby to his house, but she was barely able to breathe without Dean in her life, let alone go on living hers. She spent her days up in the room Bobby was kind enough to give her, laid in bed with a shirt of Dean’s wrapped around her. Her eyes barely left the blank wall above her bed.

Bobby did his best to keep her eating and drinking, but he could only do so much for the heartbroken girl in his spare room. He was struggling too. Sam barely called to check in, rarely even asking about the girl his brother was so in love with. Bobby had felt like he had lost a son himself, but he coped by throwing himself into his work, trying to help as many other hunters as he could.

_____

Four months. That’s when the knock sounded on the front door.

She barely reacted to it, only managing to turn from the wall behind her bed to face the door of her room, and that was only in case Bobby called for help. Muffled conversations floated up the stairwell from the front door, most of it sounding like it was coming from Bobby, that he was demanding something of the visitor. Then it went quiet for a moment and that’s when the steps started coming up the stairs.

She gripped onto the knife that had barely left her side since she had gotten to Bobby’s place. The smooth worn wood grip slightly comforting at the thought of a threat making its way past the Singer man downstairs. Just as the door to her room was creaking open, Bobby himself poked his head in with a soft knock. “Think you can come downstairs for a moment?”

She relaxed the grip she had on her knife. “Why?” Her voice was scratchy from lack of use over the last few months.

“There’s someone here for you.” Bobby encouraged, his feet bringing him to the edge of her bed. “Come on.” He was demanding but trying to give her the time she needed to convince herself to get up. He understood what it felt like to lose the person she loved the most and that it was some of the worst pain imaginable, but he knew he had just the visitor she needed waiting downstairs in his living room. “For me?” He held his hand out to help her stand from the bed.

She stared at his hand for a moment. She really didn’t feel like seeing anyone, even if Bobby did think they would help her at all, though she highly doubted it. A deep sigh left her nose as she placed her hand in his, allowing him to pull her into a seated position. “Ok.” Her answer sounded defeated, like she knew that no matter who was down there to cheer her up, it wasn’t going to be the one person she actually wanted to see.

Bobby turned and clomped his way back down the stairs as she worked on getting herself up from the bed she had spent the majority of the last few months in. Her eyes caught her reflection as she neared the door. Wild hair from laying down, slightly puffy eyes from constantly crying herself to sleep, dark circles staining the skin around her eyes from the lack of sleep and nightmare combination. She was barely dressed in black leggings and a flannel of Dean’s buttoned up, so she took just a few seconds to run her fingers through her hair to tame it a little.

The voices slowly flooded up the stairs again as she approached the top step. One was Bobby, asking a few simple questions of the surprise visitor, but it was the other voice that nearly sent her falling down the stairs.

It couldn’t be. Her mind had to be playing a sick joke on her. She knew that other voice. It was one of her favorites to listen to. It was a voice she hadn’t heard in four months now. Four months because the owner of the voice was dead. She had seen him for herself. Skin shredded with claw marks, blood pooling on the hard wood floor, bright green eyes devoid of the light of life. Dean was talking to Bobby.

“Bobby?” She rushed down the stairs, hands searching for any weapon she could find as she hit the bottom step, opting to pick up a silver blade the size of her forearm as she approached the man who had housed her all this time. “Get away from him!” She shouted, shoving herself between Bobby and the imposter. “Back up!”

He looked so much like Dean. Same bright eyes she loved, same smooth skin and freckles covering his face. He even sounded like him when he spoke to her.

“Sweetheart, it’s me.” Dean held his hands up, trying to show that he wasn’t going to hurt her. He understood where she was coming from. Years of hunting trained them not to trust anyone or anything that came into their lives, hell, Bobby had run all the tests on him just a few moments ago when he first showed up. “I promise you. It’s really me.”

The blade shook in her hands as her emotions betrayed her. “I don’t believe you! Dean died four months ago.” Her eyes filled with tears that leaked over onto her cheeks, red with fear and confusion. “What are you?”

“Ask Bobby. Sweetheart it’s me, I’m back.” Dean kept his hands out and allowed her the time to glance over him. His hand held a dish rag, soaking up a little blood from the silver knife. His shirt was stained with water drops, what she’s assuming was holy water Bobby had thrown at him. She was frantically looking for any signs that he would be a monster, any burning or marks on his skin, but she found nothing.

A hand rested on her shoulder as she shook. “It’s really him honey.” Bobby mumbled so she didn’t jump. “It’s really Dean.” His other hand came around to wrap around the handle of the blade she still held, gently taking it just as a loud sob wracked her body.

Dean swooped forward just then, gently bringing her to his chest and kneeling them to the ground. “I gotcha sweetheart.” He whispered words into her ear as she sobbed into his chest. Tears soaked into the fabric of his shirt, his hands never leaving her as he did his best to soothe her. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She held on tightly to Dean, hands finding the hot skin of his back from being in the afternoon sun, nose pressed tightly to his neck as she tried to even out her breathing and focus on the man holding her. Dean was back, he was holding her and speaking to her.

“You-you were dead. I-I saw you all-all torn up.” She pulled back just enough to really look into his eyes for the first time in what felt like forever. “I was-wasn’t there.” She hiccupped.

“I’m here now.” His hand brushed the hair from her face gently. “You didn’t need to see it happen.”

“But I-“ Dean cut her off before she could spiral and blame herself even more.

“Stop.” He hushed her, resting his head against hers. “Just be here with me.”

She nodded, closing her eyes and focusing on the feel of his hands on her, his head against hers, the soft sway of his body as he did all he could to calm her. He was savoring the feeling of her being back in his arms, of smell of her fading shampoo from the last time she managed to crawl from her bed and take care of herself. Bobby had given him quick notes on how horribly she had been handling his absence, so he was doing all he could to convince her that he was actually there with her again.

When her breathing had finally steadied, she opened her eyes to find his bright green ones already staring back at her. “You’re here?” She asked.

“I’m here.” He nodded. With one hand gently holding her head, he pulled her into the most loving kiss he could, trying to relay all the pain he knew they had both felt over time apart. She still had tears falling from her eyes as she kissed Dean, this time the tears for the overwhelming happiness and relief she felt flooding her veins at the thought of finally having him back with her.

She’s sure that when the hellhound came to drag Dean’s soul to hell, it took a part of her’s along with his.

@thetallassgirl @hallecarey1

[hawkeyetrained]

Hurry

Derek Hale x reader (established relationship)

Other Characters: Scott, Chris Argent, Isaac (mentioned)

Warnings: Mention of blood and wounds

Summary: It's not Ms. Blake that gets trapped in the supply closet when Boyd and Cora are rescued.

Word Count: 1678

We had to hurry. After breaking into the old bank in an attempt to save the trapped werewolves, Derek and Scott had struggled to restrain them, causing Allison to break the protective barrier and allow the two rouges to run off into the night. We had a plan. We always had a plan. I was in the car with Chris Argent racing our way towards the high school. Our plan was to trap the two out of control werewolves in the boiler room below the main halls and keep them there until the moon went down and their strength faded.

Chris slammed on the breaks in the large SUV he drove, stopping just outside the doors on the opposite side of the school that the wolves were headed. “Do a quick search. No one needs to be here when we send them down.” He commented as I jumped out the door, slamming it shut and listening to him as he sped off towards the woods to help lure the wolves to our location.

I did a quick scan of the parking lot as I ran up to the main doors, noticing one car still parked over by the English halls. The new teacher, Ms. Blake, was still here, her room lit up with the bright overhead lights. With a roll of my eyes, I headed down the hall as quickly as I could, making sure to slow down as I got to her door.

“Ms. Blake?” I knocked softly on the door to make sure I wouldn’t scare her. “What are you doing here?”

Her head snapped up from the pile of paperwork she was grading, bright red pen in her hand. “Oh, my. Honey what are you doing here so early?” She ignored my question. “It’s barely morning.” She looked out her window into the darkness surrounding the school.

“Umm.” I had to think quickly. “Study group was supposed to start early for a big test in chem today. I was just headed out after grabbing some stuff from my locker, wanted to grab some breakfast.”

“Well, I’d be happy to walk out with you. I just have to reload the copier down the hall. I used most of it printing assignments for later. The other teacher are very particular about the copier being full in the morning.” She started to gather her things. Paper was stored downstairs, next to the boiler room in the supply closet.

“Oh, you know what, I’ve gotta grab some stuff from my locker on the other side of the school. I know where the supply closet is, I’ll just grab the paper for you. I don’t have a first period, so I don’t mind the extra few minutes here.” My hand pulled my phone from my back pocket, glancing down to see the HURRY test from Derek lighting up my screen.

Ms. Blake slung her bag over her shoulder. “I’d hate to leave you here alone. I’ll just wait.”

I shook my head as another text came through. They’re almost there. Get out. “No, it’s ok. My ride is running a few minutes late, so I’ll grab the paper and then head out. See you in a few hours for class.” My phone slipped easily back into my pocket as I gave her a rushed smile that I hoped didn’t give off how worried I was.

“Only if you’re sure.” She smiled softly, pulling her keys from her pocket.

“Yeah, I got it.” I waved her off as I turned down the hall towards the basement stairs. “See you later!” I called and disappeared down the stairs. It would take all of ten seconds to grab the paper and then get out of the school, something I knew would be cutting timing close but the door in the basement had to be unlocked to let the wolves in. I rushed in, heading to the locker space that held the supplies. I dragged the gate open and stepped in, heading for the back to grab a pack pf printer paper.

Just as my fingers brushed over the smooth paper wrapping, footsteps stomped down the stairs and a few people came rushing through the boiler room. My hands shook as I moved slowly towards the supply closet gate and dragged it shut as silently as I could. The main door slammed shut and all I could hear was the huffing and growls of two wolves as they paces around the room. My heart raced in my chest as I slid away from the gate I had just closed, willing myself to stay quiet and hidden until the sun came up.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I rushed to pull it from my jeans before the two wolves would hear it. WHERE ARE YOU? Lit up my screen from Derek. With shaking fingers, I turned the brightness down as low as it could go and made sure the ringer was off and that any buzzing would be silenced by the sweatshirt I was wearing as I typed a response.

YOU’RE GOING TO BE MAD. I sent back, sliding back into the corner of the supply room and behind a filing cabinet.

The door I had come through just a few minutes ago was quickly opened and slammed shut again, a new set of footsteps being added to the mix of the two prowling wolves. My heart pounded and I was sure the two wolves would turn and find me any second. They would rip the door off the gate and come in to tear me into pieces. I could only pray that Derek had locked the wolves in and was outside looking for me with Chris Argent.

“Hey.” The voice I did not want to hear in the moment echoed through the large room, making the two wolves silence their growls. “I want you to stay there.” I knew Derek wasn’t talking to the two other wolves in the room. “Hands over your hears, eyes closed. You don’t open till I come get you.”

My shaking hands pressed against the sides of my head, muffling everything around me, as I squeezed my eyes shut and tucked myself further into the corner I had picked. Chaos erupted around me, loud snarling and deep growls echoed around the vast room, mixing with the steam sounds and the mechanical whirrs that made the school run. I could hear tearing of fabric, grunts of pain, and shrieks of anger through my hands.

Derek’s grunts of pain and the strained growls slipping from his mouth brought tears to my eyes. I had begged to let me help them tonight. I had told him that I wouldn’t take any chances and that I would stay safe, but now I’m the cause of the pain he was enduring. I was the reason he was probably covered in blood and barely hanging on as the two wolves tore into him.

Sunlight filtered in through the small half windows after what felt like forever. The growling stopped, two loud thuds hit the concrete floor, but I kept my hands over my ears and my eyes slammed closed. Soft hands rested gently against my arms and I shrieked loudly, kicking my legs out and trying to get away. “No! Leave me alone!”

“Hey!” Derek’s soft voice called out to me. “Open your eyes, honey. It’s ok, I got you.” My eyes flashed open and instantly connected with his, my heart still pounding in my chest with tears running down my cheeks.

“Derek?” He was covered in blood. His shirt torn in multiple places with wounds slowly closing on his sides and his shoulder. His face had a few lines of blood trickling down, the cuts that caused it already closed and healed over. “Oh my god.” I launched myself into his arms, mine wrapped tightly around his neck as he pulled me from my corner and up to my feet. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I cried into his shoulder, trying not to hit where he may be hurt.

“I know.” He mumbled, his face pressed into my shoulder as well and his hands holding tightly to his chest. “I know, but you’re ok. I’m ok and were both safe now.” One of his hands had come up to brush my hair gently.

“It’s all my fault.” I pulled back from him. My hands were still shaking as they brushed against his side to try and see the cut that had soaked his shirt in blood. “You could’a been killed!”

“Hey. I’m here. I wasn’t just gonna let them tear you to pieces.” His voice shook like the panic was finally wearing off and the pain was setting in. “Are you hurt?” His hands rested on my face as he looked me over.

I shook my head, wiping away my tear stains. “No, I’m ok. You healing?”

“Yeah honey, I’m healing. I’ll be fine.”

The large door slammed open then, the two of us jumping from the sound and Derek’s arm instantly pulling me behind him, always ready for the next threat. “Hi.” Scott waved. He, Isaac, and Chris Argent stepped into the room and headed to the two now tame wolves who were passed out on the floor. Boyd was lifted up by Chris and Isaac while Scott went over to the pretty brunette girl and heaved her up into his arms. “We’ll meet you guys back at the loft.”

I nodded. “Erica?” I looked up to Derek.

He shook his head softly. “She didn’t make it.” His arms wrapped around me again, pulling me into his side as we started to make our way out of the school before people started showing up. He got me seated in the car before he headed to the driver’s side. “You’re ok?” He asked again.

I nodded, taking his hand in mine and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I’m ok.”

He repeated my action and kissed the back of my hand as well. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[hawkeyetrained]

All Over Him

Dean Winchester x reader (established relationship)

Other Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: language (like 1 i think), mention of blood and cuts, stitches

Summary: The boys come back from a hunt injured. Dean gets a little jealous when Sam gets the attention first.

Word Count: 853

Sam, Dean, and I were working a small salt and burn case in a town about three hours from the bunker. “Something easy.” Dean had said when we packed up to go. I was in charge of research this time, needing more time off from hunting due to a messed-up shoulder I got on the last case. Long story short, the witch was stronger than we thought, and I was thrown through a wall, my shoulder taking the entire hit. Dean instantly benched me until I could work without wincing from pain, leading to my curled-up position on the motel bed with the TV on and some random movie playing, even though I was reading my own book, relaxing in my pajamas with one of Dean’s flannels wrapped around me and rolled up to my elbows.

So, when the front door slammed open and two mountains of men came barreling in, both bleeding but one far worse than the other, I was on my feet. “The hell happened?” I half yelled, shutting the door, and throwing my hair into a bun in order to help my boys.

“Damn ghost got the jump on Sam. Took a shard of glass to the shoulder, got hit a few times.” Dean dropped his baby brother onto his bed as I grabbed the first aid kit from my bag.

“Go take a shower so I can see your cuts, De.” I told him, already starting to work on helping Sam. I sat myself beside Sam, pulling his shirt down in order to see the cut on his shoulder from the glass. “Damn Sammy. You’re gonna need stitches.” I quickly grabbed the needle and thread before handing Sam the whisky bottle from the bedside table. “Gonna need it.” Sam took a large swig from the bottle then handed it back, allowing me to pour a little on the wound to clean it.

Sam hissed in pain and his fingers twisted into the back of Dean’s shirt I was wearing. I started the stitching and made sure to be as careful and gentle as possible, keeping the stitches straight and even like my mother had taught me years ago. Dean had come out of the bathroom around the time I had moved to cleaning the cuts on Sam’s face. The older Winchester got dressed in a pair of sleep pants and a simple grey shirt. He had a glare in his eyes that was directed to his little brother and that he didn’t have when they came in.

“Ok.” I finished cleaning the last cut and picked up my trash, being careful to keep all the little pieces of glass in the tissues. “You’re good to go. Be careful with those stitches so you don’t rip one.”

“Thanks.” Sam released his hold on my shirt before he stood and took off for the bathroom to shower. I tossed my trash away then moved over to the other bed with the oldest Winchester laying across from it, favoring one side of his body.

“Dean? Can I look you over?” I asked as I sat down with my supplies.

“Why? You and Sammy looked pretty comfy over there. Sure, you don’t wanna go check on him again?” Dean had a venomous tone to his voice.

“The hell his wrong with you?” I questioned, crossing my arms over my chest. “You never let me check you first. It’s always Sam so I’m used to going to him first. He had glass in his wounds.”

“You didn’t have to be so close to him.” My eyes widened at his words. He was jealous of his little brother. “He didn’t need to be holding you.”

I took this time to gently toss a leg over his hips and sit in his lap. “Dean, baby? Sammy is like the big brother I never had. He was hurting and needed something to ground him.” My hands slid up his chest as I spoke, drawing a sigh from his lips. “Can I check your wounds now?” Dean nodded ever so slightly.

I repeated the process with Dean, getting him to sit and take a drink of whiskey to mask some of the pain that will come from cleaning his wounds. He didn’t let me move more than a few inches in order to get supplies, keeping me in his lap as I cleaned his cuts along his face and then checked the ribs he had been holding. “So, what’s the diagnosis doc? Will I live?” Dean asked as I finally packed away my things.

A smile crossed my lips. “Eh, there’s a possibility, but that all depends.”

“On what?” Dean played along.

“On if you take me out to breakfast tomorrow morning, just you and me.” Dean pulled me down to lay with my head on his chest and his arms around my hips, the blanket resting just above our legs.

“Of course.” He placed a long kiss to my head as Sam re-entered and flicked the lights off for bed. “Love you.”

“Love you too, De.” I snuggled into his side further as sleep engulfed me.

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[hawkeyetrained]

I'm the Alpha

Derek Hale x reader platonic...kinda? Not properly together but reader has a crush on him

Other Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey

Warnings: canon violence (kinda?), language (like 1 swear), mention of blood, stiles and derek bickering as they do, that’s it I think?

Summary: Trying to help the newly turned werewolf after he was arrested seems to go worse than anyone could have expected. Thankfully the alpha has it covered

Word Count: 1,363

Stiles, Derek, and I were seated in the infamous blue jeep outside the police station. Derek’s new beta was inside, and the full moon was going to be at its peak in moments. It was our job to get in there and hopefully get Isaac out before he tore apart the entire station.

“Ok, now the keys to the cells are in a password protected lockbox in my father’s office.” Stiles began to explain. I leaned between the two seats, listening to my friend tell us the plan. “The problem is getting past the front desk.”

Derek shrugged in the passenger seat. “I’ll distract her.”

Stiles’s face scrunched up in disbelief. “Whoa, whoa, whoa…you? You’re not going in there.” He grabbed onto Derek’s shoulder as he talked. Derek was arrested a few weeks ago thanks to whatever Stiles and Scott shared with the sheriff. A firm glare set in Derek’s eyes the longer the hand that Stiles placed stayed on his shoulder. “I’m taking my hand off.”

“I was exonerated.”

I sighed. “You’re still a person of interest though.”

“An innocent person.” He rebutted, giving me a look like it was obvious.

“You? Yeah, right. Ok, fine. What’s your plan?” Stiles questioned how Derek would distract the front desk officer.

“To distract her.” Derek drew the words out, like Stiles simply didn’t understand the meaning.

“Uh-huh.” Stiles nodded. “How? By punching her in the face?”

I rolled my eyes at my friend, opting to side with Derek, who simply huffed. “By talking to her.” I could barely see the front officer, her hair pulled back into a standard bun as she shuffled paperwork around.

“Ok, all right. Give us a sample. Practice on Y/N. What are you going to open with?” My cheeks burned as Derek and I looked at each other, silence filling the Jeep. “Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?”

Derek shrugged again, turning to look out the front window. “I’m thinking of punching you in the face.”

“Ok, ok. Both of you chill out. Derek can distract her, ok, Stiles? I’m sure he’ll have no problem. I mean, haven’t you noticed how all the girls look at him? He could probably stand there in silence, like you said, and still manage to distract her.” I tried mediating the situation, letting Derek get out of the car before I climbed out through the passenger side. Derek held the door open for me as I jumped out, rounding the car to meet up with Stiles in order to help him get the cell keys.

The relationship between Derek and I was vastly different from him and the two boys. Derek had been cold and quite harsh with Scott when he was first bit, and dismissive of Stiles, but with me, he’d been almost gentle. Derek took the time to help explain some of the things about werewolves to me, so I’d be able to help my friend through the changes, and over time I had developed the biggest crush on him.

As Derek started talking with the front desk officer, Stiles grabbed my hand and pulled me along through a side door and down the hall to his father’s office. I stayed by the window as a lookout as Stiles went over to the lockbox on the wall. He quickly punched in the code and pulled the cover off. “Did you get them?” I asked, watching for anyone in the hall.

“Oh no.” Stiles looked back over to me, showing the empty case before we both headed out of the office. “I’m going to check this way, you go see if you can find Isaac, try to keep him calm.”

“Be careful.” I told Stiles, turning and heading down the hall towards the back of the station. My steps managed to stay pretty quiet as I turned down hall after hall. I had plenty of practice running around the station; having grown up with Stiles as my best friend, I spent a ton of time in the station.

I turned down another hall, only to come face to face with a deputy. “Oh, I um...” I hesitated on what to say, flickering my gaze down to the ground to think. My eyes, however, caught sight of a bloody pant leg and keys hanging from one hand of the officer. Looking back up, I took a step back. “Oh, shit.” I attempted to turn and run, nearly managing to call for Stiles or Derek, but a hand clasped over my mouth, and another wrapped around my chest, dragging me backwards.

My feet thrashed as I tried gaining some footing on the slippery floors, hands trying to pull at the stronger man’s arms around me, but it was no use. I did manage to grab onto the fire alarm lever and pull as I was dragged into the holding area, the alarms sounding and lights flickering instantly.

Finally, the officer, who I was now assuming to be a hunter, threw me to the ground and turned to face the three cells that lined the back wall. I slid back towards a corner of the room, looking at the cell doors to see the middle one barely hanging on to its hinges.

Isaac pounced from the other end of the room, shoving the hunter into the wall near me. He had completely wolfed out, fangs bared and eyes glowing bright yellow as he shoved against the hunter. I scrambled on my hands to the other side of the steel desk in the room, opting for that between Isaac and I should he turn his attention from the hunter. The hunter had pulled a syringe from his pocket, filled with some kind of thick liquid I was sure was meant to hurt or even kill the werewolf in the room. Isaac was too quick though. He managed to catch the hunters hand before it could jab the needle into his skin and twisted. The hunters wrist bent back to a point I thought it was going to snap before he dropped the syringe to the floor, the glass rolling a few feet to be closer to me as Isaac slammed the hunter’s head back into the wall, effectively knocking him out.

Derek stepped into the room with us then, his boot coming down to shatter the glass syringe near me. Isaac had turned his attention from the hunter on the ground towards the sound of shattering glass and whatever he could smell coming from the liquid that seemed slowly onto the tiled floor, his bright yellow eyes stopping dead on me as I still sat on the ground. A deep growl built up in his chest as he turned fully to face me, shoulders tensed like I was the next target, and he was prepared to attack.

I barely had enough time to raise my hands up as a weak form of defense before Derek was in front of me. His arms were slightly flared out at his sides, knees bent into a half crouch, as he let out a loud and deep roar towards the beta. Isaac was on the ground, curled up into the wall opposite me a moment after, hands shaking as they wrapped around his head for protection.

My heart was pounding in my ears still when Derek turned back to me. His eyes were burning bright red but fading back to his normal deep brown as he reached out to me with one hand. My own hand trembled as I held onto his and let him pull me to my feet next to him. “You ok?” He asked, his hand dropping mine but coming up to brush some of my hair out of my face, eyes searching for any wounds or fear I’d have of him.

I let out a shaky breath, but I nodded. “How…how did you do that?” My gaze dropped to Isaac for a moment, noticing that he had shifted out of his wolf form but was covered in sweat and still looked terrified of Derek. A smirk crossed Derek’s face for a moment when I finally looked back up at him.

“I’m the alpha.”

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[hawkeyetrained]

Step Away From Him, Now

Dean Winchester x Fem!reader established relationship (nothing too detailed)

Other Characters: Sam Winchester (barely there), John Winchester

Warnings: canon violence (kinda?), language, mention of wounds, blood, wendigo mention, arguing, that’s it I think?

Summary: She's finally had enough of John treating Dean so horribly

A/N: This is kinda my take on how Dean used to talk about his dad. Probably made John out to be a little worse than he really was, but I always saw him as someone who pushed Dean to his limits when they hunted together

Word Count: 2712

John Winchester. Everyone in the hunting world knew that name. Winchester. Now, his sons Sam and Dean held the legendary last name in all the stories that were passed around.

John had been married to Mary, an amazing woman with hunter parents, who had wanted nothing more than to get out of the life she knew. She wanted to run as far as she could from the world of monsters and have a normal life with a husband who loved her and maybe a few little babies along the way. She did eventually make her way out of the hunting world and build the life she wanted. John loved her so much, and she did end up having two little baby boys after a few years, but the world of monsters didn’t leave her alone for long. She had gotten up one night to check on her youngest baby, little Sam Winchester, only for her world to come crashing down.

The story was well known now amongst hunters across the country. Sam and Dean were then raised in the world of monsters by their father who wanted nothing but revenge against the thing that killed his wife and mother of his boys. Now, that doesn’t mean John was winning ‘Father of the Year’ awards, his boys learned the hard way how to survive in the world filled with evil. Dean was practically forced to become his fathers little soldier, always taking orders, and doing as he was told in order to protect his younger brother.

My own mother had been friends with Mary before she left hunting to build her family, so when John and his boys turned up on our doorstep years after she died, my family didn’t hesitate to bring them in.

Over the years the Winchester boys and I grew up to be incredibly close. We learned to rely on each other during hunts, and once Sam had taken off for college, Dean and I became an unstoppable duo on hunts John sent us out on. We worked seamlessly together, always covering the others back and making sure everything was handled before the local law enforcement could catch up to us.

That doesn’t mean I always followed John’s orders. Dean took orders without hesitation while I stopped to question John when I knew a plan wouldn’t work or seemed a little too good to be true. Dean and I had been placed in the field as bait far too many times for me to blindly allow John Winchester to order me around anymore. My mother taught me well while I was growing up. She told me to always double check things before committing, make sure me and my partner were safe, and always watch my back.

Sam coming back to help Dean and I track John down made hunting even easier. A third set of eyes and a fresh take on the cases helped in ways Sam couldn’t even understand. Once we found John and managed to work a few cases as a group of four, I started picking up on things I hadn’t noticed when Sam wasn’t with us.

John was now always double-checking leads, making sure Sam was sent with plenty of weaponry and back up, while Dean and I were nearly forced to figure out our half the plan on our own without the promise of proper gear or even the availability to call for backup if something were to happen.

I had finally had enough when we were sent on a wendigo case John deemed “simple enough for the two of us to handle” and ended up with Dean and I nearly killed.

“I can’t take this anymore.” I half growled as we pulled into the motel parking lot John and Sam were staying in. “We’re gonna get killed one of these days because your father doesn’t give a shit about us.”

“Stop.” Dean parked the car. “He didn’t know there were more than one in those caves.” Again, Dean had an excuse to not blame his father.

My eyes were wide and mouth hanging open at his words. “You’re kidding, right? We didn’t do any of the research because he ‘had it covered’.” I moved my fingers with the quote John had said an hour before Dean and I left for the hunt. “He’s the one that said it was one and would be a simple case.” Dean stepped out of the car, favoring his right side from being tossed into some stone. I followed, carefully getting out of the sleek black Impala, and grabbing my bag from the back seat.

Everything in my body screamed in pain. My arms were bruised from where the creature had grabbed me, digging its nails into my skin, and bruising my once clear skin. Scrapes and deeper scratches littered my legs and arms from falling in rocks and being dragged down one of the tunnels. “Just stop.” Dean groaned, joining me on my side of the car and resting a hand on my cheek. “The important part is that we’re alive.”

His broken down and tired voice reduced my anger as I took in just how exhausted he looked. He and I had grown close over the years of hunting together, and that closeness eventually turned into love, that’s why we made such a great pair. I sighed and nodded my head, leaning in closer to his hand. “Ok, I’ll drop it for now. Just wanna grab a shower and pass out for the night.”

A soft smirk covered Dean’s face. “You and me both baby.” His arm drifted across my shoulders and pulled me into his side as we headed into the motel room to meet up with his family.

The moment the door was opened, and our bags were tossed to the floor, John was already up from the table and handing us a folder. “Got another one for you. A couple hours west of here that needs taken care of now.”

My hands clenched into fists as Dean took the folder and drifted over to the bed he and I shared to take a look. Everything in my body ached and I knew Dean was in the same boat, plus, he could do with about three days of sleep to make up for lost sleep over the last week. He was barely running on black coffee and the little food he ate between fighting monsters and catching maybe an hour or two of sleep each night. At the first sight of his eyes slipping closed as he read through the folder, my anger got the better of me.

“No.” I snapped, grabbing my bag from the floor, and moving to my side of the bed opposite Dean. “We’re not taking a hunt hours away tomorrow.”

“Excuse me?” John turned from the table.

I crossed my arms defiantly. “I said no. Can’t you hear?” Sam glanced at Dean in a way to figure out where my anger was coming from. “Dean and I haven’t had a break in weeks, John. Weeks. We need sleep, and time to heal.”

“People are dying out there. Don’t you get that?” John snapped, slapping down another few folders and a notebook.

“I do, and that sucks, but seriously? People die every day, sometimes luck runs out, and yeah, it’s really shitty to die from a monster mommy and daddy tell you isn’t real, but that’s the world we live in. If you’re so concerned about these people, then you can go deal with it.”

John looked like I had just smacked him across the face. “You need to get control over her.” His eyes had slipped over to Dean’s. “You’ve both got three hours till your asses better be on the road for Colorado.”

My mouth had dropped open in shock from John thinking Dean could or would control anything I did like that. I was prepared to give him a real piece of my mind when Dean finally spoke up. “No.” he stood from his spot on the bed and joined my side. “You know, we were nearly killed today. The freak got the drop on us with one of its buddies and dragged her down a tunnel. All because your research was wrong.” His voice was slowly growing in volume, and I was beyond thankful the motel was practically empty tonight. “You haven’t even taken a moment to ask if we’re ok. But yeah, dad, were gonna be fine.”

John launched into a rant on how Dean and I have been messing up every hunt over the last few months, coming back with more and more wounds, more complaints, and requesting more time between hunts. He threw every little thing at Dean’s face like he wasn’t already in pain from the day. I watched as Dean’s face slowly fell from the confident and angry man trying to protect me, to the look of a kicked puppy as his dad belittled him with his younger brother watching on. I could tell Sam didn’t know how to step in and stick up for Dean, so it was up to me to protect the oldest Winchester when no one else would.

“Back up.” That same angry growl from the car scratched at my words as I stepped beside John who had cornered Dean into the wall of the motel. “Step away from him, now.” My hands balled into fists, tighter and tighter with the longer John was taking to back away from his son. “I said back the hell up, now.”

His dark eyes flashed to my face as he stepped back half a foot. “The hell you say to me?”

I pushed my way between John and Dean, making sure to keep eye contact with John Winchester while I did. “You do not get to talk to him like that. Dean isn’t some little soldier toy for you to throw at the problems you think he can fix. He isn’t indestructible like you think he is. He’s human and needs a god damned break every once in a while. How can you not see that he doesn’t want to let you down but that he’s struggling to keep up with your constant demands? He does everything you ask, “keep an eye on Sammy, don’t let anything happen to Sammy”.” I started quoting him from the past few years. “You have two sons, John. Don’t you remember that? Two! Dean deserves the protection you give to Sam as well. He’s your kid too!”

Silence filled the motel room after my little outbreak, but I couldn’t tell if John was going to let it go for the night or continue to fight. “Dean’s the oldest. He knows the responsibilities that come with that.”

It felt like my skin was on fire with the anger that radiated through my body. “I need you to shut the fuck up and listen for once in your life.” Sam was silent and still as a statue on the bed, papers still scattered around him. “I don’t give a shit about if he’s the oldest or whatever is stuck in your twisted head. I understand you lost your wife, and baby Sam never got a chance to know his mother, and that’s horrible. But Dean lost his mom too. He lost her just like you and Sam did, but because he was four and not a baby, that means to you that he now deserves to be your slave for the rest of his life. It means hunting what you deem necessary and when you say so? He isn’t someone you get to command around for eternity.”

“And who the hell do you think you are, telling me what to do with my family. Last I checked, you weren’t a part of this family.” John’s anger was boiling over at this point. His face was bright red, and I swore I could see a vein in his neck pulsing. “You’re just some tag-along who thinks she can stick around with Dean long enough to be more than a piece of ass to him.”

That caused a deafening silence to flood the room that even a gunshot couldn’t overpower. “Right.” I nodded, willing the sting in my eyes to go away so John wouldn’t have more ammunition to throw at me. “Right. I’m here simply because I wanna be a late-night booty call to him…it couldn’t possibly be because someone needs to be on his side for once. Couldn’t be that he needs someone to watch his back on hunts because his father doesn’t care enough. Or it couldn’t be that I simply love him and want to be here for him, right? No, it’s absolutely because I wanna be his hook-up on the few nights where he isn’t struggling to stay awake because he has to finish some research you and Sam couldn’t do, or the other nights where he’s too busy being beaten by monsters.” I took a deep breath and stepped back an inch, barely leaving enough space between John and I before I turned towards the bed to grab my purse and gear bag. “Go to hell, John.” My shoulder slammed into his as I walked past him and out of the motel room.

I didn’t make it very far down the row of rooms before a voice could call and stop me in my tracks. “Wait a minute!” Dean’s voice echoed over the nearly vacant parking lot.

“What?” I asked as he joined my side, his green bag hanging from his hand. “Wait, I…Dean. Did he…”

“No. He didn’t throw me out.” Dean’s free hand came to rest on my shoulder. “I just ditched. I couldn’t let you leave alone after that.” Guilt tugged at my chest as I thought of Dean walking away from the only family he had left.

“I shouldn’t have said anything. It wasn’t my place and…”

He cut me off again. “No one’s ever stood up for me like that.” Dean was quiet as his eyes met mine. “I’ve never had someone in my corner against my dad before.”

“You don’t deserve the way he treats you.”

“I know. It’s always been hard to tell him when I need time off, or even just a break. He’s so driven and focused all the time on getting the thing that killed mom that I don’t think he even notices how he acts sometimes.”

I dropped my bag. “God, Dean. There you go again. You make up these excuses for the way he acts like its ok to treat you like a damn dog. I don’t care that he wants to find the thing that killed her, you and Sam want that just as badly but you two don’t go out endangering each other at every little possible chance you get. I’m sorry you guys lost her, that sucks, and I can’t imagine the pain you all felt, but he needs to understand that you can’t keep risking your life like he expects you to.”

He nodded at my words. “I know.” It was barely a whisper coming from him now. “I just don’t know how to tell him. You’ve seen it, the way he gets when he sets his mind to something.”

“I know.” It was my turn to nod. “You get it from him. You’re so focused sometimes on the hunt or helping someone that everything else kinda blurs.” I gently cradled his face in my hands. “There is one huge difference though. When your partner is hurt, or even struggling, you drop everything as fast as you can to go help them. You’re there in time to save me, every time I need you.”

“And I always will be, you know that, right?” Dean’s hands rested softly on my hips, drawing me in closer to his chest.

“I do.” I smiled up at him. “Now, what do you say to a drink at the bar down the street and a night spent in the car in the middle of nowhere?”

“I’d say that sounds like a great plan to me.” He let me grab the bag I dropped, pressed a soft kiss to the side of my head, and led me towards the infamous black Impala.

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[hawkeyetrained]

Run. Get to Stiles.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Hale sister!reader

Other characters: Noah Stilinski, Derek Hale

Warnings: Hunters?, blood, gun shot wounds, fear, let me know if I missed something

Summary: Hunters catch her off guard and she has to run for her life

Word Count: 1,955

Run. That was the only thing screaming out in my mind. Run or you’re going to die. Run or they are going to chain you up and torture you for information on your pack. Run or others might die.

Get to Stiles. Get to Derek. Get to Scott. Those were the next statements playing as I pushed myself as fast as I could through the woods. Get to Chris, or anyone.

Blood trickled from a wound on my shoulder, coating my jacket and soaking into the cotton of my shirt. Thank god the bullet that tore through my skin was normal, a simple hollow point that had hit and expanded into my skin, making sure my healing wouldn’t start with the offensive metal still lodged in my body.

The sky was pitch black, the moon shrouded out by dense clouds that blocked any possible light. If I didn’t have my heightened senses, I surely would have been running in circles and tripping on roots. Branches from trees were barely blocked by my hands as I ran, keeping any from scratching my face so I could focus on getting away.

“This way!” I heard a voice shout, probably looking at the messy footprints and blood drops from where I had just been a moment ago.

BANG

A scream ripped it’s way through my lungs as another bullet lodged itself into my leg, this one searing more than the last. My steps fumbled and I crashed down a drop off in the woods, tumbling my way through fallen leaves and over huge stones that sliced into my jacket, hands, and head. The bottom came all too quickly, stopping me in my place almost instantly and knocking the breath from my lungs.

I pushed back my messy hair from my face and pulled myself back onto my feet, eyes flashing as I tried to figure out what way town was. Lights flickered at the top of the hill I had just fallen down, and without thinking I just headed off in the direction that would take me away from them.

Dawn had to be approaching. My legs ached and my lungs burned from running for hours. My head swirling with everything I was telling myself. Run. Don’t stop, run. Get to Stiles, get to Derek, get to someone.

Street. You’re running on a paved road. You’re back in the city and the sun is coming up. Go, run, Stiles isn’t too far away. Get to him and call Derek. That’s his house. There’s his car, and his dads. Scream. Wake him up. Draw attention.

“Stiles!” My voice was no where near as loud as I wanted it to be. Exhaustion and the burning in my lungs from running taking its toll. My skin had to be pale in color by now. My jeans and shoes clinging to my body from the blood that never seemed to stop pouring from my wounds, hair sticking to my head from my sweat dripping down. “Stiles!” Again, I called out for the boy who was always at my side.

His front door opened and out came the sheriff followed closely by his son. “Y/N?” Stiles voice called from the front step. “Oh my god.” His dad had made it to the bottom of the driveway, stood with his hand on his hip, his gun, as he watched the road and woods behind me as I slammed into the chest of his son. My arms wrapped around Stiles, clinging to the boy as tightly as I could while trying to calm my racing heart.

“I can’t-I can’t run anymore.” One of his arms held my waist to him while the other rested on the back of my head, helping me realize I was finally safe.

Soft golden rays of sunlight began to strike through the dark sky, giving light to just how bad a condition I was actually in to the two Stilinski men.

“Honey, what were you running from?” Noah turned from the woods to look at me

“Hunters.” My voice shook as exhaustion began to seep into my body. “So many. Never seen them before.”

“I got you now.” Stiles hugged me tighter, brushing his fingers through my hair.

“You’re hurt.” Noah noticed the blood soaking nearly everything I wore. “Bad.”

I shook my head. “Jus’ need the bullets removed. I’ll be fine.” My arms wrapped tighter to Stiles, eyes dropping closed as I finally got my breathing under control. “Need help.”

“I got you now. We’re gonna help you. You’re safe sweetheart.” Stiles pressed a kiss to the side of my head before unwrapping one of his arms and helping me into his room upstairs. “Umm, ok. I’m gonna go grab the first aid kit, and some clothes you can change into. Give me a sec, ok?”

I nodded at him before he took off for the things he needed. I took this time to start pulling my blood soaked clothes off to make pulling the metal from my skin easier. My shoes and jeans were the first things to go, being tossed into the corner of his room that held an empty laundry basket. The jacket was a bit harder to pull off with how badly my shoulder burned as I pulled the fabric away.

“Woah woah.” Stiles threw his supplies down on the bed and helped pull the jacket off my arms when he saw the pain in my eyes. “Let me help.” His hands were gentle to trail up my sides and bring the cotton over my head, leaving me in my bra and underwear, both slightly red stained in a few spots. “You wanna lay down for me? So I can get the bullets out?”

A hum escaped my lips as I crawled into his bed and rested my head on his soft pillows. I could feel his hands shake and hear his breathing pick up when he caught sight of my wounds and all the blood that covered my skin. “Hey, I’ll be ok. Wanna grab your dad to get the bullets out?”

“No.” He denied, fingers of one hand resting gently on the inner side of my thigh to turn my leg towards him. “I can do this.”

“I know you can.” I reassured him. “Take a deep breath.” He did, then moved the tweezers into the small hole in my leg. I gasped in pain as he moved the metal around a little, apologies falling from his mouth as he worked. As quickly as the pain started, it was over and the bullet was pulled from my leg.

“Ok. I got one.” He pressed a handful of gauze to my wound to stop some of the blood from running down my skin. “Got one more to go. You’re doing great.”

“So are you.” A small smile crossed my lips as I caught a glimpse of his shoulders relaxing and his hands staying steady. “This one’ll be a little harder. I could feel it trying to heal around the bullet so it might need more force.”

“I-yeah, ok.” Stiles took another deep breath as he slid up the side of his bed to get a better look at the wound on my shoulder. “Take a deep breath sweetheart.” He was the one telling me to calm my heart rate now.

Just like the last wound, it burned just as much if not more. My hands fisted into his sheets as he dug for the bullet, my mind pleading with my claws to stay away and my eyes to not glow from the pain.

Stiles fingers slipped on the tweezers and pressed into my skin, a growl rumbling in my chest from the pain and remaining fear from running all night. “Sorry, I’m so sorry.” Finally he pulled the bullet out and pressed another mass of gauze to my skin, a sigh leaving my lungs as the healing finally started pulling my skin back together. “I got it. You’re gonna be ok.”

“Thank you.” I smiled tiredly to him. “Can you call Derek? I gotta warn him and I’m sure he’s worried sick.”

“Yeah. I’ll call him. You wanna take a shower?” He pulled his phone from his pants pocket. “You’re kinda covered in blood.”

I took a quick shower, blood running down the drain and being replaced with the smell of Stiles from his few products now coating my skin. His hoodie and sweatpants were sat on the counter when I stepped out, allowing me to change and bush my hair before I joined the Stilinskis in their living room.

Just as I sat down, the front door slammed open. Both Stilinski men jumped from their seats and turned towards the door looking ready to fight off any possible hunters, only for my brother Derek to be stood in the threshold.

“Oh my god.” He mumbled, rushing towards me and pulling me into his arms. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” His hands pulled my face to look at his, his bright blue wolf eyes staring into my golden ones. “What happened?”

“Hunters.” I stated, pulling away and sitting back beside Stiles, his hand coming to rest on my thigh as I pulled my legs up and into my chest, practically curling into his side. “Found me as I was leaving work. Pretty much ran through the woods all night.”

“Are you hurt?” He questioned, sitting to Noah’s side.

“Not anymore. Stiles pulled the bullets from me. Saved my life.” I smiled up at the boy I was hopelessly in love with.

“I can’t thank you enough Stiles.” It was one of the few times I had seen my brother look a little helpless. Knowing Stiles was able to save my life lifted a weight even he didn’t know was on his shoulders.

“I’d do anything for her. You all know that.”

“We need to warn the others, about these hunters in the woods. I don’t know how they are doing it, but I didn’t hear them come up behind me or even smell them before the bullet hit my shoulder. I thought they did something at first, put something in the air, but they managed to completely surprise me.” My hands wrapped around the one Stiles had on my leg, my head resting against his shoulder. “I can’t take anyone else dying. Not after everything we’ve been through.”

Losing each member of the packs ripped at my heart until it was a shredded mess in my chest. That is until Stiles came to my side and mended the tears. Sure, he had been there from the start, just like I had, but we only just realized how in love with each other we were when he was possessed last year.

“I’ll get the word out to the pack, let everyone know to not be alone and to keep an eye out for absolutely anything.” Derek had his phone in his hand already. “No one goes anywhere without someone else with them.”

“They need to know about the surprise part. Can’t be cautious if they don’t know I couldn’t hear the hunters attack.” Stiles gripped me a little tighter. “Can I stay here for a little while? I really don’t wanna be too far from you at the moment.” My eyes glanced up at Stiles.

“Of course.” He looked to his dad and then Derek. “You can stay as long as you want.” I cuddled into his side tighter. “We’ll protect you.”

It may not be easy, this fight against the people who know of us and are scared of us. But I knew one thing, as long as I had the pack, my bother, and Stiles, we’d be able to handle anything.

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[hawkeyetrained]

You Were Dead

Sam Winchester x Fem!reader established relationship

Other Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Jack Kline, Mary Winchester, Lucifer, Rowena (mentioned), 

Warnings: canon violence, language?, guns, death, grief, mention of wounds, blood, vampires, that’s it I think?

Summary: While trying to find Jack and Mary in the Apocalypse world, Sam is attacked by vampires

Word Count: 2764

With everything in place, we were all ready to go through the rift to save Jack and Mary. Sam stood by my side; his hand held tightly in mine to help calm my nerves. Rowena had managed to subdue and restrain Lucifer in order for us to use his grace and keep the rift open as long as possible. Seeing him up close again after all these years, anger and fear coursed through me for all he had put Sam through.

Dean stood off to the side of us with Cas and Gabe, discussing a few different things before we went through. “Ready?” Sam looked down to me.

I took a deep breath and nodded at him. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

___

After a few hours, we were all marching through the woods of the Apocalypse World, on our way to Dayton where it was said that Mary and Jack were staying. I walked between Sam and Gabe, talking softly with the archangel about random things while keeping my eyes out for anything unusual.

Just as we were getting comfortable with our new surroundings, screams cut through the air, alerting all of us. Each of us exchanged looks before we all took off for the sound, sprinting through the woods. We rounded the corner to find a man and a woman on the ground, a large monster with sharp fangs coming out of its entire mouth. Dean yanked the monster back while Sam whipped his machete out and cut its head off. I went over to the girl and held my hands out to pull her to her feet. “You ok?”

She nodded quickly. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“The hell was that thing?” Dean asked as he helped the man stand.

“What do you mean?” The girl shrugged her bag higher up her back and looked at us like we didn’t know a thing. “A vampire.”

My face dropped and I looked over to Sam, thousands of questions in my eyes about the monster. “That’s not like any vamp we’ve ever seen.” Sam told her, joining my side.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Sam, Dean, Y/N, Gabriel, Cas.” Sam introduced each of us and pointed with his machete. “We uh…”

“We’re not from around here.” I finished for him.

“Tell me,” Dean shifted his gun in his arms. “What makes a blood sucker look like that?”

“Starvation.” The man answered. “When Michael’s armies started to wipe out the humans, they didn’t think of the monsters and what would happen to them when their food source dried out. Turns out, not eating, makes them wild. Nothing but pure, stupid appetite.”

We were all silent, taking in the information as we stared at the decapitated head on the ground. “Where you guys headed?” The girl asked.

“North.” Dean pointed in the direction.

“To Dayton.” The girl nodded in agreement. “We were going that way too. We heard that the rebels Jack and Mary set up a satellite outpost.”

I glanced back over to Sam and took a few steps closer to him. “What do you mean you were?” He asked, stepping up to my side.

“Me, Floyd, the rest of our group, we were crossing north through the Morehead Tunnel. Stumbled into a whole nest of those things.” My eyes trailed down to the body on the ground as I tried to picture more of those things at once, they could certainly overwhelm us.

“Nine of us went in, only me and Maggie came out.” Floyd told.

“This tunnel, is it the only way north?”

“It’s a long way around, the tunnel is the quickest way.” Maggie adjusted her bag.

Gabriel took a step forward. “If the long way is the safe way.”

“No.” Sam immediately shot down. “We’re already two days away from Dayton as it is. We don’t have time for a detour.”

With that, Sam struck up a deal with Floyd and Maggie to get us to the tunnel and we would protect them the best we could, sending us all north for the tunnel to get us to Dayton and bring Jack and Mary home.

I trekked on, making sure my knives were still in their place, my gun on my hip, and my angel blade stuck up my jacket sleeve. Everything in this world was dark and grey, all the life and happiness that it once held was now long gone. I went to twisting the ring on my left hand, turning it around and around, a nervous habit I had picked up over the last few months.

It was beautiful, my ring. Sam gave it to me months ago, asking me to marry him, even though we wouldn’t ever have a large party. I had been in love with Sam forever, even when he was at college with Jess. I supported him through all of his decisions, even the ones that would take him out of my life.

The tunnel came into our view faster than I thought possible. We all turned our lights on and walked in, going slow as to not startle anything into jumping us. We each cracked a glowstick and let it hang around our necks, so we’d be able to find each other if we dropped the flashlight.

Just as we were surrounded by darkness and a bit of the way into the tunnel, a loud groan and then a scream came from Floyd and Maggie. I turned my light on the two, holding my gun up a bit higher in preparations for a monster. “Sorry.” Floyd muttered, heaving himself up. “Tripped.” He jumped as he got up, his light going to a torn-up backpack and bloody shoe.

We continued on slowly, watching and listening for anything that could hurt us. Dean had taken the lead, Maggie and Floyd following, with Sam, Cas, Gabe, and I at the back. Snarling caught my attention, and I flashed my light over to a vampire crouched over a body. “Wait, let me.” Sam stepped forward in front of Maggie. I followed behind, taking his light so he could kill the vamp.

I couldn’t shake the feeling of fear that filled my veins as we continued through the cold stone walls. Something jumped out in front of me, causing a loud shriek to escape my lips. Sam’s fingers wound into my jacket and he pulled me back out of the way harshly, allowing enough time for Dean to kill the vamp. “You ok?” Sam checked me over quickly, his eyes wide. I nodded, resting my head against his chest for a moment to calm my frantic heart. “Let’s keep moving.”

My feet trailed after Gabriel, walking along as I listened around me. I could faintly make out a shuffling sound in the distance of the tunnel, but I wasn’t sure if it was an issue, because we quickly came up to a small source of water dripping in from a hole in the ceiling. The space was quite large with an opening that broke off into a few different sections. Dean took the opportunity to look through the few possible exits while the rest of us stood around keeping watch and looking up through the hole that provided us a bit of natural light. “Hey.” Dean called, grabbing the attention of each of us. “We got a blocked passage, need to move some rocks.” This sent the angels to work, slowly moving the rocks out of our way.

More shuffling sounded from behind Sam and me, making him turn to face it, one hand holding his blade, and the other resting protectively on my back. Again, the sound came from another blocked entrance, making me turn my head away from Sam to follow the noise. “Guys!” Maggie alerted us to the noise.

I picked one of the archways, like everyone else, and trained my light on it, waiting for the next noise while Sam looked further into his, and Maggie hers. “Dean?” Sam was letting Dean know that he thought something was wrong.

Just as I took a deep breath, all hell broke loose. A vamp had made its way out of its hiding place and jumped Floyd, sending Maggie to help. Sam turned his back to pull the vampire off Maggie, not noticing that one came out of the hole he was watching. I jumped in to help, lifting my foot to kick the vampire in the chest and heave it away from Sam. Maggie yelled, struggling with the vamp on her, Sam telling me to go help.

I rushed over to her, getting there the same time Dean did. He quickly pulled the monster off causing Maggie to fall back. My hands were quick to lower my weapon and help catch her before she crashed to the floor. She scrambled back a bit just as another vampire fell down on top of me.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins and I let out a short yell as I pushed the creature back far enough to move my blade. My eyes barely caught sight of the vampires surrounding Sam in the background. “Sam!” I called in fear for his life. My hands pushed harder at the body on top of me, frantically trying to get up in order to help him before something horrible happened. Just as I sunk the blade into the neck of my vampire, I heard Dean call out for his brother.

“Dean!” Sam’s voice called loudly for his big brother to help him. Sliding the blade across the neck of my vampire, I could see Sam be forced down to his knees and a vampire rip into his neck, blood spewing out of the hole.

“No!” My voice shrieked before I could even think. I quickly shoved the body off me and got to my feet, completely forgetting to grab my light as I sprinted to where the two vampires dragged Sam’s body off through the tunnel. Arms wrapped around my waist and restrained me from going further into the darkness. “Let me go! Please!” Tears were streaming down my face like a waterfall and I scratched at the arms around me. “Sam!” The way I was screaming, I knew I would lose my voice and kill my throat. “Sammy!”

Cas ran around me into the tunnel as I continued to reach out. “Sam? Sam?” Cas called out for the younger Winchester to reply.

“Sammy?” Dean ran further forward than I was allowed, meeting Cas at the entrance, without Sam.

“No.” This time, my voice was barely a whisper and my body felt like it was thousands of pounds heavier. The body behind me sank to the ground with me, Gabriel’s arms coming around me tightly to help muffle my sobs. “Sam!” I cried, dropping my weapon to the floor as I nearly screamed his name.

___

We got moving not long after that. Dean was dying on the inside but was keeping a strong face for the rest of us as we marched on to find Mary and Jack. I had completely shut down, no weapon being held in my hands, no words coming out of my mouth, no more tears. I didn’t know what to do now. I knew we had to get Mary and Jack back to the rift before we ran out of grace from Lucifer, but I didn’t care about going back home anymore. Home meant I had to see all the Sam’s things, the room we shared, the life we had.

My head kept flashing back to the life Sam and I had.

We had met nearly twenty years ago on a hunt in which I got captured by an old school witch who was killing people all over town who got too interested in her work. Sam had been the first to find me and unhook me from the getup the witch had me in. Without him, I would have been dead. After that, I had stuck with the boys, learning more about hunting than I ever thought possible. Years after we had first met, Sam and I grew inseparable, to a point where we shared motel beds rather than me getting my own room or forcing one of the boys to sleep on the couch. We researched together, went on food runs, even did a few small cases on our own when Dean was too tired to go.

Four years ago, Sam and I had finally gotten together officially, and everyone was thrilled, even Dean. We were like lovesick children and Dean would always comment on how “we were so mushy he wanted to throw up”. That didn’t stop him from encouraging Sam to ask me to marry him. Dean was there and even helped set it up. Recently, Sam and I had been talking about a family. It may not be normal or easy in the life we have but we both considered the idea of little Winchesters running around the bunker.

As we walked, that was all I could think about, to a point where I didn’t notice we stopped. My eyes snapped back into focus to see Gabriel causing angel sigils to go out around a group of trees. People came out of the trees, holding guns that were aimed in our direction. Gabriel, Cas, and Dean all raised their weapons in defense, but I only watched on, not moving to do anything at all. “Woah, we’re not here to fight.” Cas tried to reason with the people of this world. “We’re looking for…” He trailed off, making my eyes glance up to see Mary walk towards us. “Mary.”

She acknowledged Cas before going over to Dean to wrap him in a hug. “How did you even find us?” I knew Mary was smiling even if I couldn’t see her face, but Dean only stared in front of him, sadness clouding his eyes. They exchanged a few words before Mary came over to me and quickly hugged me tightly. “I’m so sorry sweetheart.” She whispered in my ear, causing a new batch of tears to flood my vision.

I was the one to pull away from Mary and took the chance to wipe my eyes and step to Gabriel’s side, not wanting to talk about it. Gabe slid a hand across my back comfortingly and pushed me to follow the rest of the group that Mary was leading to camp.

When we got in, I took my place on the floor of a porch to a small house structure. My blade was placed on the floor beside me and I pulled my knees up to my chest. It felt like a hole was punched straight through my body. I felt like I couldn’t breathe with Sam gone, like my world was literally ripped away from me. Gabriel had been kind enough to stick by my side, even after Cas told Jack about the incident.

“What didn’t you bring him back?” Jack looked to the archangel seated beside me.

“I’m not strong enough.” Gabe was soft spoken, not wanting to set off the half-angel any further. I sat twisting my ring around my finger, thinking of the family that I, that we lost today. Tears leaked down my cheeks again, but I made no move to wipe them away, instead letting them leave trails down my skin.

Suddenly, bells sounded in the air. I raised my head and looked to Gabriel first, seeing if he could sense any danger. Instead, he was looking to the entrance that we had walked through a few hours ago. In limped a man with blood across his throat, a plaid shirt, and long brown hair, Sam. I was running the instant realization hit me. “Sam!” I screamed as I crossed the compound quickly. He reacted fast enough to open his arms as I slammed into him, my arms around his neck with his at my hips. I pressed my face into his neck and slid my fingers up through his hair, telling myself that he really was there. My tears had come faster now, this time not grieving. I pulled away for a moment, looking up into his ever-changing eyes. “You were dead.” My voice cracked loudly.

“I’m ok.” He stated, pulling me back to his chest and taking a deep breath. “I’m alright.” My chest was loosening from the knot it was in and I was finally able to breathe properly again as I clung to the man I loved.

“You’re ok.” My voice was still shaky, but it was stronger as I reassured myself that Sam was real.

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[hawkeyetrained]

Shifters

Dean Winchester x Fem!reader established relationship

Other Characters: Sam Winchester

Warnings: canon violence, language?, guns, kidnapping, mention of wounds, that’s it I think?

Summary: While Sam and Dean are out doing surveillance, shifters come in and take her 

Word Count: 2337

I was tasked with the research while the boys went out to watch the man we were sure was our shifter. I had been sat on my motel bed for a few hours, music playing softly in the background while I read from the lore books Sam gave me. Dean had promised that they wouldn’t be too long, so I wasn’t overly worried that they had been gone for about two hours. I simply figured they had stopped for food and would be on their way back shortly.

It was now nearing midnight and I was tempted to call Dean and ask where they were when there was a sudden knock on the door. I sat the book down next to my phone on the bed and stood, holding tightly to the ivory gripped pistol Dean had given me for my birthday. My feet made no noise as I went to the door to peek through the hole. My eyes caught sight of Dean standing on the other side, Sam behind him. I sighed loudly and put the gun into the back waistband of my jeans. “You forgot your key, didn’t you?” I asked as I pulled the door open.

“Not exactly.” Both boys walked in and as I shut the door, I noticed Sam closing the curtains to the window. I felt my nerves skyrocket instantly. I slowly walked over to the two Winchester boys and stood beside Sam as Dean sat on the bed.

“How did the research go?” I asked, trying to see if I had a reason to suddenly be nervous, Dean should give me an odd look and tell me they didn’t do research, that I did.

Dean looked up at me. “Went okay, I guess. I don’t think we found anything to go off of though.”

I forced a smile on my lips and snagged my phone from the bed. “I’m gonna go grab a soda. You boys want anything?”

“Nope.” Dean said and Sam shook his head. My fingers wrapped around my bag and a brown coat that belonged to Dean as I walked out the door. I stepped into the hall and pulled my phone from my pocket as I walked over to the vending machine. My eyes trailed across the parking lot, looking for the familiar Impala, but I didn’t see it. As I stopped at the machine, I pressed on Dean’s name and put the phone up to my ear.

“Hello?” Dean asked as he answered the phone. “You ok? How’s the research going?”

My blood ran cold. “I need you guys to get back here, now.” I tried keeping my voice calm as I walked away from the vending machine and out into the parking lot, sliding Dean’s brown jacket over my green tank top.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Dean’s voice was panicked, and I heard the Impala rumble to life as two doors shut. “Are you ok?”

I took a deep breath and glanced over my shoulder towards the motel room. “No. There’s shifters in our room.” My hands shook as I tried finding a car that I could break into without the alarm going off. “Please, come get me now.” Just as I stopped walking, I was suddenly aware of the presence behind me and before I could turn, or alert Dean, I was hit, and my vision went black.

!@#$%&*

Mumbled talking woke me up. I groaned as I pulled my head up and took in my surroundings. It was cold, dark, and damp, everything that described the sewers, great. “She’s awake.” I could hear Dean’s voice drift through the room. My arms tugged against the bindings and I glanced down to see thick wire wrapped around my skin under the coat, already creating cuts. “How are you feeling? Got a headache?”

“Go to hell.” I said, doing my best to glare at the shifters in front of me. “What do you want?”

Both shifters laughed. “Years ago, two other monsters caused a lot of issues for the Winchesters, going on that killing spree and sending the FEDS after you. Remember that?” Sam taunted me, a smirk on his face. “Why not do it again? And start with the pretty little girl they run around with.”

“Poor Dean will be heartbroken if he comes to rescue you, only to find you already dead, and by the gun he gave you too.” The Dean shifter stated, waving my pistol around in the air. I froze in my spot on the damp floor at the sight of my gun. “But let’s have some fun first.”

!@#$%&*

             Nearly four hours passed, and I was now littered with bruises and cuts. Sweat covered my body and my head pounded with a headache. The shifters had ditched me about twenty minutes ago when they realized the boys were close to finding their hiding place. My pistol was on the ground about ten feet away from me but with the bindings on my wrists that tied me to a concrete post, I wasn’t going anywhere.

I had been working to undo the wires around my wrists for five minutes and I was now able to yank my right hand out and turn in order to get my left. Just as I could make out footsteps from behind me, I managed to get my gun and aim it at the intruders coming in to finish me off. “You take one step closer to me and I will blow your freaking heads off!” I shouted at the two sets of footsteps coming closer to my fragile body.

“Sweetheart?” Dean’s voice trailed through the concrete. “It’s me, and Sammy. We’re here to take you home.” He rounded the corner slowly with Sam right behind him, they both had their hands up in the air.

My heart pounded because I wanted to believe so badly that he was my Dean, but I couldn’t trust him yet. “Put your guns on the ground.” Both Winchesters complied without saying a word, setting their guns down on the ground and gently nudging them closer to me. “How do I know you’re the real Dean and Sam?”

Sam stepped forward and with my fear, I moved the gun over to him, making his hands raise even higher in the air. “You were doing research earlier, for the case. We went out to watch our suspect, obviously we got the wrong guy.” He gave me the answer I was looking for from the shifters in our room.

My eyes flashed to Dean then, waiting to hear what he was going to say. “Give me the ring.” I sent him a confused look, keeping my gun up. “The one you wear around your neck on the chain, the one that matches yours. Give it to me. It’s solid silver, right? If I were a shifter, I wouldn’t be able to wear it or even touch it without burning my skin. Give it to me.”

“Ok. You move when I get the ring and I swear I’ll shoot.” The Sam and Dean in front of me nodded, stepping back half a foot and allowing me to pull the ring off the chain and toss it over to Dean. He caught it and slipped it onto his left ring finger. “See, it’s me.” My pistol slipped from my fingers and dropped to the ground with a clank as Dean rushed over to me, tucking me into his chest as I sobbed. “I got you. You’re ok now, you’re safe.” He was whispering into my hair as I cried into his shoulder and clung to his body. I’ve never been more scared in my life than I was when I didn’t know if I could trust the Dean in front of me, since I knew my Dean would never hurt me.

“Did you kill them?” I asked once I was able to find my voice.

“Yeah baby. We got it. Damn thing looked like Sam.” He reassured me and helped me to stand.

I snagged my gun from the ground and held it tightly. “What about the other one? The one playing you?”

“We only found the one. Are you sure there was two?”

I nodded quickly. “Yeah, it was you and Sam that came into the hotel room. You didn’t kill two?”

Dean looked up to his little brother. “Get her to the car. I’m gonna kill this son of a bitch for putting its hands on my girl.” Sam took my hands and helped me over the cracked stone.

“Dean please be careful and come back to me.” I told him as he walked further into the sewers and Sam led me out to the car.

“Can I clean your cuts?” Sam asked as he let me lean against the side of the Impala. I nodded weakly at him and allowed him to clean the blood from my wrists and wrap them in white bandages to keep them from getting infected. “We’ll have to change the bandages at least twice a day until the cuts close up.” I nodded yet again to his words and kept my eyes out for either Dean or the shifter. “You alright?” Sam joined my side finally and leaned back against the car.

“I’ve never been more scared in my life, not knowing if I could trust you or Dean. And then you said you only got one of those damn things. Dean’s alone searching for the shifter and I want to help him so bad, but I can’t, what if I kill the wrong Dean?”

“You can’t think like that. My brother loves you more than anything in the world. He was out of his mind searching for you when your phone call suddenly cut off.” Sam’s arm wrapped around my shoulders in a protective hug. “You’re safe and Dean will kill the shifter, we have nothing to worry about.” I took a deep breath. Sam was right, he was always right. I pulled the sleeves of the jacket down over my hands as I watched the dark space for any signs of movement. “Can I ask you something though?”

“Of course.” I stated, turning my head slightly to look at the youngest Winchester.

“What’s with the rings? Dean said his matches yours?” Sam questioned.

I sighed and held out my left hand to him, showing off the stunning silver ring decorated in diamonds. “It was my mothers. Remember when I took Dean out to meet her a few months ago?” Sam nodded quickly, still looking at the ring. “Well, before she died, she asked for a few moments with Dean alone and I guess that’s when she gave it to him. A few weeks ago, he asked me to marry him.” I smiled softly at the memory. “I cried and Dean was over the moon with happiness when I said yes. We know there will probably never be anything official in order to keep our names quiet, but I found the ring he now has last week and gave it to him.”

“Then why did you have it?”

“Dean wanted to tell you in his own way. He wanted to make sure you were ok with it before he did anything. I’ve been keeping it safe while he thought of a way to tell you.” Sam’s arms suddenly wrapped around my body in a tight hug.

“I couldn’t be happier for you two. You’ve been a sister to me for a long time.” He leaned back and gave me a bright smile. A snapping branch in the distance broke the happy moment between the two of us. “Stay here and keep your eyes open. I’m going to go get my gun.” Sam walked off to the trunk of the car and just as he was about to open it, Dean walked out from the wooded area, holding his hands up in the air.

My eyes scanned his body for any signs of injury and when I found none, I relaxed slightly into the car. “You kill it?” Sam asked, dumping the medical supplied back into their spot in the trunk.

Dean nodded sharply. “Yup. Damn thing tried to run.”

As I was watching him walk closer to us, I noticed another body walking out from the same area of the woods. “Sam?” I took the few steps closer to the youngest Winchester, my eyes flashing between both bodies. The two of us pulled our guns and raised them in the air, alerting both Deans to the weapons.

“Stop where you are.” Sam called. My hands shook as I stared between the two bodies that resembled the man I love.

“Dean?” My voice was shaky. My gun was trained on one and Sam had his on the other, both of us doing everything in our power to make sure we killed the right Dean.

“Sammy.” The Dean that Sam covered said. “Sammy, put the gun down.”

“Are you crazy? Kill him!” The Dean in front of me yelled.

“Shut up!” I shouted over the both of them as they began to argue. “Stop.” My eyes continued to search both bodies to find something to tell me they were real. Just as I was about to give up, I noticed the small band of silver wrapped around the left ring finger of the Dean in front of me. Doing a double check of the other body, and finding no ring, I shot off a round into the body Sam was watching.

“Wha-no!” Sam lunged forward.

I took a few deep breaths just as strong arms wrapped around me. “You’re safe.” Dean leaned his head on my shoulder and hugged me tightly. “I’m here.”

“Dean?” My voice was soft and scared as I clung to his body with the little energy I had left. “Thank god.”

“How did you know?” Sam asked, joining our sides.

I simply grabbed Dean’s left hand and held it up, showing Sam the simple band of silver. “Shifters can’t touch silver.”

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[hawkeyetrained]

You Can Lean On Me

Derek Hale x Fem!reader

Other Characters: Ethan (slightly), Chris Argent (slightly), McCall Pack (mentioned)

Warnings: canon character death, sadness, crying, blood mention, wound mention, sad McCall pack, shock

Summary: When Allison dies fighting the Oni, she relies heavily on Derek.

Word Count: 1010

A/N: If you’d like to be added to the tags, or have a prompt idea, please let me know!

Allison was dead. A horrible fight against the Oni; an arrow to the chest of the creature and a bright yellow light, then she was falling, a sword slipping from her side as Scott caught her. I couldn’t move. 

Lydia and I had grown up together as best friends, and once Allison moved in, our duo became a trio. The three of us did almost everything together. We were there for her when Kate was killed, when her mom died, and now I was left watching her die in Scott’s arms.

There was nothing I could do in this fight. Being human and completely untrained left me at a great disadvantage, but with Kira, Allison, and Isaac fighting the Oni while Stiles and Scott went looking for Lydia, I knew I was going to be ok. I was Lydia’s connection to the world out here while she was inside. She could feel almost everything while focusing on me, something we had noticed when the alphas were in town a few months ago.

Isaac was frozen in his place, no longer fighting the now unmoving Oni; they seemed to be just as shocked as us. Kira had kicked one back for the final time when the smallest sliver of sun peaked from beyond the horizon. My hands shook as I watched Allison and Scott talk in hushed voices. Tears ran from my cheeks, mixing with the rain that dripped from my hair and the sky. My clothes were soaked through, and I knew we all needed to get out of the rain, but no one was able to move.

It seemed like hours later when Allison’s hand slipped from Scott’s grip, when he let out a heart-breaking roar, when Chris finally ran through the outer fencing. The rain was still pouring down, now seeming to come harder than before, but I couldn’t move. She was alive and joking with me only hours before, handing me a knife to keep in my pocket incase anything got too close, the silver of the blade had shined brightly in the lights of her room.

Now, that knife felt like it weighed a ton as Chris picked up his daughter and was followed by the pack out towards his car. My feet though, were practically cemented to the ground below me. Scott and Isaac had walked on either side of Chris, almost like they were guarding the Argents’, Lydia was helping Stiles out of the building, and Kira followed slowly behind all of them. My eyes were glued to the place that Scott and Allison had been just moments prior, watching as the dark red of her blood mixed with the rain and washed away.

“Y/N?” A voice called from by the fence my friends had vanished through. “We’re all leaving, let’s go.” It sounded like Ethan, his voice shaking a little as he called out for me, but I still couldn’t move.

“I got her. You head back with the others.” That was Derek’s voice now, telling the twin to follow along with my friends. “Y/N/N?” He was getting closer to me now, his voice gentle as to not startle me. “You’re soaking wet, we should go.” Derek’s hand met my shoulder softly, yet it still caused me to jump away from him. “Hey, you’re ok.” My eyes were wide with panic, looking up at the equally as soaked werewolf in front of me.

“Derek?”

“It’s me.” He nodded. “I got you, you’re safe.” His hair was dripping as it matted down against his forehead.

My breath shook. “Alli-Allison, she’s…” Eyes flashed back to the spot she was just in. “She’s dead. Derek, she’s dead.” My hands were beginning to shake harder and harder, air seemingly not quite reaching my lungs as I breathed in. “Derek.” The last call of his name cracked as sobs escaped my lips.

His arms quickly drew me into his chest, one wrapped around my waist and the other holding my head against him. “I got you. You can lean on me. I got you.” He continued to whisper things in my ear, his hands never leaving me and his arms never faltering in their grip as I cried into his chest. The rain pounded down around us, soaking the pavement, water drops dripping from my hair, my clothes, Derek’s hair, and clothes as he just held me though the storm.

In the coming hours, Derek had managed to get me back to his loft, changed into large, warm, and dry clothes before holding me again while we watched the sun rise from his couch. Chris had come over an hour or so after that, wanting to go over what to say to the cops with me.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Derek defended from the doorway, stopping Chris from coming in. “I don’t think she can handle it quite yet.”

“She has to. They’re already looking for her to ask her a few questions and she needs to match her story with the others.” Reluctantly, Derek had let Chris come to talk to me. We went over the story nearly eight times before he was happy with my answers. “And what do you say if you can’t think of something? If they want details that you can’t give?”

My hand was clutched tightly to Derek’s. “It all happened so fast.”  My eyes welled up with tears again as I looked up to the father who just lost his only little girl. “I’m so sorry.” This time my voice was barely a whisper. He only patted my shoulder as he stood to leave, telling Derek he would shut the door behind him. Once the door shut, the tears I had worked so hard to keep at bay while Chris was here flooded down my cheeks, my head dropping to Derek’s shoulder.

“I got you.” He mumbled yet again, shifting to pull me closer to wrap me in his arms tightly. “I’ll always be here for you. You can lean on me for anything, you know that, right?”

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[hawkeyetrained]

Bait

Derek Hale x Fem!reader 

Other Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles, Lydia, Scott, Malia (mentioned), Liam (mentioned)

Warnings: angst, fighting, cuts and scrapes

Summary: When girls are being killed in Beacon Hills, and looks just like her, she gives the idea of using herself as bait.

Word Count: 2,427

Summer in Beacon Hills brought on a heat wave this year, making everything in the supernatural world that much harder. Lydia and I had gone shopping a week or so prior, so the two of us had gotten lucky with some clothes prepared for the heat, but the rest of the pack didn’t think to plan ahead. Most of the boys had traded in their long sleeves and flannels for t-shirts fairly quickly, opting to get out of the werewolf heat along with the heat from the sun.

The pack and I had been close since Scott first turned. I basically grew up with Lydia as my best friend, and Scott and Stiles were always around. When I first met Derek, I was in the woods with the boys when they had lost Scott’s inhaler. Ever since that day, the former alpha and I had been inseparable.

Now, we were halfway through our summer break before senior year and facing the latest big bad that decided to terrorize our little town. Stiles had noticed the pattern far before any of us did, alerting us to the bodies of young girls who had begun turning up in the woods, all having one scary connection. The four bodies that had been found were all going into their senior year here at Beacon Hills High and had H/C hair and E/C eyes, just like me. When Derek heard of the connection, I was no longer allowed to go out into the woods at all or be left alone anywhere. I was to be watched 24/7 until we caught whatever was killing the girls. I was alright with his plan, wanting to make him happy, but I was also scared that I would be the next body in the woods that Sheriff Stilinski would find.

“Hey.” A voice snapped me from my daydream on the couch in Derek’s loft. “You alright?” It was Peter, knelt down in front of me, his eyes full of worry.

I nodded and gave him a soft smile. “I’m ok.” Of his relationships with the rest of the pack, he and I got along the best. Peter could sense the love Derek and I held for each other, basically from day one, and was very protective of that. He never snapped at me, would bring me what I needed if I asked for it, and had volunteered to stay with me when I worked or needed a ride if Derek happened to be busy.

“You’re lying.” Damn the werewolf hearing. “Your heartbeat changes when you lie, it almost literally skips a beat.” He had a soft smirk on his face to show me he meant no offense.

I ran a hand through the ends of my hair as the last of the pack finally showed up for the meeting. “Just worried, I guess.” He stood and held his hands out to pull me to my feet, allowing me to drift over to Derek’s side as the meeting began.

“Any leads?” The true alpha asked, earning shaking heads and shrugs from the rest of the pack.

The werewolves went back and forth for a while, exchanging ideas on how to catch the new creature, trying to figure out what exactly it was, while Lydia and I shared looks between the two of us, almost having a silent conversation.

So, when I spoke up, she wasn’t all that surprised. “We know what it goes after.”

“We do.” Peter nodded, trying to see where I was going with it and wanting to see if he’ll need to calm his nephew down when I made my point.

“What if we set up a trap?”

“And how do we do that?” Derek’s eyes locked on me with his arms crossed over his chest.

I took a moment to square off my shoulders and hide the fear creeping up in my body that nearly everyone in the room could smell. “You need bait, to draw it out.”

“We can’t just send some random girl from the school, that knows nothing of the supernatural, out into the woods and hope they don’t get killed before we find our monster.” Stiles retorted, throwing his hands in the air.

I rolled my eyes and watched as Lydia smacked the back of his head. “She doesn’t mean someone random.”

Her comment made every set of eyes land on my face, my cheeks going red from all the attention. “What? We know that whatever this is, likes girls going into senior year here with H/C hair and E/C eyes.” I waved my hands to my face. “I kinda fit the description if you don’t remember.”

“No.” Derek growled out quickly. “No way in hell are you going to play bait for this monster.”

“Derek’s right.” Peter agreed with his nephew.

I groaned. “I can’t just sit around and wait for another body to drop when I know there’s something I can do! I get it, I’m human and therefore have no chance against this thing, but I’m also not saying I’ll be alone. Scatter yourselves through the woods, keep an eye on me as I walk around. This could be the only chance we get to stop this thing before it kills another girl we’re supposed to graduate with!”

“Not going to happen.” Came from Derek again.

I was about to speak again when Stiles’s phone rang through the loft. He answered quickly and had a quiet conversation with whoever was on the other end. “So, that was my dad.” My movements froze and I could feel Derek stiffen up next to me. “There’s another body, a lot closer to town this time.”

“Who?” Scott asked.

Stiles shrugged. “Caroline Mathews, I think he said. She’s been missing for three days.”

Caroline and I had the same chemistry class back in sophomore year, we were even lab partners for the better half of the year. “I knew her.” I mumbled.

This was the first girl to die with one of us truly knowing her. It had just been newer girls to the school that we all hadn’t met yet, or ones that we never shared classes with throughout the years. “Really?” Lydia came over to my side as I gave her a nod.

“She was my lab partner in chem two years ago. We used to joke around with Miss Mitchel that we were each other since we looked so alike.” Lydia wrapped an arm around my shoulder comfortingly. My eyes flashed up to Derek. “Please, you have to let me do this. I don’t want more families suffering because their daughter was killed. It’s bad enough we’re up to five now. Please.” My eyes were wide, and my heart pounded in my chest, waiting for the next “no” to leave his lips.

He hesitated before dropping his crossed arms and grabbing my hand. “Can we talk a minute?” I nodded, taking his hand tightly and following him out onto the balcony and into the summer heat. “You really want to risk your life on something we can figure out soon?”

“I know you’re scared, ok, I’m scared. But I also don’t want anyone else dying when there’s a chance that I can help stop this. Please. I’ll do everything you say and stay within eyesight. I swear to you.”

A deep sigh left Derek’s mouth and he suddenly pulled me into his chest tightly. “You do exactly as I say, and we do this tonight and tonight only. Anything goes south, you yell for help, even if we’re right there.” I nodded into his chest, hugging him back before we both went back inside to tell the pack of the plan for tonight.

Six hours later, I had added a green jacket to my outfit and had begun walking around the woods. The sun was slowly setting, and the rest of the pack was spread through the woods, Derek and Peter closest to me, flanking both of my sides about 500 feet away. The rest of the pack was spread out, listening for any strange sounds that shouldn’t belong or any odd scents. My heart pounded in my chest as I wondered around the woods, trying to keep track of where I was and where I had come from. I knew Derek wouldn’t let me get lost, but I wanted to make sure that I could run if I needed to.

My phone buzzed in my jacket pocket, my fingers flying to the object and pulling it up. A text from Lydia lit my screen up. Anything yet?

I quickly typed a message back. Nothing.

A message from Derek was next, popping to the top of my screen. Take a deep breath. You’re safe. Only a little longer before we call it a night.

My eyes flickered in the direction I knew Derek was following me, my eyes searching impossibly in the dark for him. I left the message open, not really knowing what to say or how to tell him that I was absolutely terrified being out in the woods, even though it was my idea to start.

Suddenly, there were heavy footsteps coming up from behind me, and moving fast. I quickly locked my phone, trying to slide it back in my pocket. Just as I was about to yell out for Derek and Peter, a body slammed into mine, sending me crashing to the ground and my phone flying away. Fear gripped me like a vice, squeezing my chest tighter and tighter as my brain tried working on what to do. I knew I needed to call out for the two Hale’s in the woods, to get up and run as fast and as far as I could, but nothing was working.

Deep growls filled the woods next, hands gripping onto my arms and pinning me into the dirt. I finally managed to crack my eyes open to get a look at what was huffing loudly, only to come face-to-face with an unfamiliar werewolf. His face was shifted, deep brown hair ruffled around his face and fangs barred at me with glowing blue eyes.

My chest tightened as his claws started digging into my skin. God, where were Derek and Peter? I struggled in the wolf’s hold, trying to pull my hands free, kicking against his weight but it was useless. Then I remembered Derek’s rule; yell, even if I knew he and Peter were close.

Taking the deepest possible breath, I finally managed to get my head together. “Derek!” My voice came out as a shriek, piercing through the air. “Derek, Peter!” I screamed, pulling as hard as I could against the weight. The hand that had been wrapped around my right wrist was suddenly squeezing at my throat, cutting off any other screams.

“No one’s here.” The wolf taunted. “It’s just you and me.” A sick smile crossed his face, enhancing the supernatural features. His claws pressed harder into my wrist and throat, a gasp of pain leaving my lips as he seemed to toy with me. “No one’s coming for you.”

The clawed hand at my throat raised into the air above me, making to slash at my throat, but before he was able to, a body crashed into him. The strange wolf and someone else went tumbling a few feet away from me, allowing me just a moment to sit up and huff in a few breaths of air before hands were wrapping around my shoulders.

“No! No, let me go!” I screamed, smacking at the hands on me.

“Hey, hey.” A familiar voice soothed. “You’re safe. I got you.” Peter turned me in his arms, grabbing at my chin to make me look up at him. “Look at me. You’re ok.”

I took a shaky breath and finally looked up to him. “Peter.” My word fell as a whisper.

The older Hale nodded, pulling me against his chest as new growls filled the air. Peter pulled me a bit farther from the space he had found me in. I turned as we got to the side of a large tree, Derek, Scott, Malia, and Liam were all stood in a line between me and the other wolf. I could hear Scott trying to talk with the wolf, but Peter’s gentle hands on my wrists distracted me.

“Are you alright?” He asked, voice low and very quiet. I nodded shakily, glancing down to the half dozen moon-shaped cuts along my wrists. Peter’s arms were laced with black veins as the pain subsided, his eyes looking at the scratches on my neck.

“Thank you.” I shuddered, no longer liking my own plan, but I was glad that the pack had found the wolf, and not another girl I was to graduate with this year.

A loud roar seemed to shake the ground, and I managed to catch sight of Derek slamming the wolf into the ground. It seemed like he had tried making a run between him and Liam, aiming for me yet again. Peter was in front of me the moment he caught his nephew’s movement, his teeth bared and a growl rumbling his chest.

“Leave.” Derek hissed, his teeth shining in the moonlight. A threat that I couldn’t hear left his lips, the wolf on the ground seeming to come back to himself a little. “You three, make sure he leaves.” Derek pulled the wolf up and shoved him towards the werewolves and werecoyote. After the wolf and our three pack members were far enough into the woods, Derek finally turned to me, his fangs retracting and his eyes softening from their bright blue back into his usual eyes. “Are you alright?” He asked, coming up and instantly wrapping his arms around me.

I nodded carefully into his chest. “I am now.”

He pulled back and gently took my hands into his, turning them over to check the cuts. “He did this? He say anything to you?” His hand then cupped my cheek as he raised my head to look at my neck.

“His claws.” I answered the first question. “And nothing important. He tried scaring me more than anything. Said no one was coming.”

“I should have come faster. He set traps in the woods to draw our attention away.”

My head shook at him. “You saved me. I’m sorry I had this plan. I know you didn’t like it.”

“It’s fine now. But you’re never playing bait again, you hear me?” He started leading me out of the woods, back towards the pack.

“I hear you.”

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[hawkeyetrained]

Negan’s Sister

Daryl Dixon x Fem!reader Negan x sister!reader

Warnings: angst, language

Summary: My take on s6ep16 and what follows. No real spoilers, it’s pretty much a rewrite and I changed the plot a bit. Negan finds his sister, who he thought was dead, in the line up

Word Count: 2,369

The group had been keeping something from me, and a lot of the other Alexandrians, and I could tell it was something big. I had tried getting Rick or Daryl to tell me but every time I brought it up, they just dropped the subject or didn’t answer. I was starting to get frustrated, especially with my best friend being pregnant. Maggie was only a month or two along and I was so happy for her, she being just as happy. I thought it would only be fair for the group to tell me so I could help protect Maggie no matter what.

“Daryl!” I begged for the hundredth time in the past hour. “Why won’t you guys tell me anything? You leave one night with ten guns and come back with no ammo and no explanation. What’s going on?” I pulled at my hair.

“Y/N, I just can’t tell you. Rick’s orders.” He sighed and rested his head on the table.

“Look, my best friend in the whole world is pregnant and I need to be able to protect her! She’s like the sister I never had.” I told him, my face getting red with my anger.

“You don’ need’a protect her from anythin’.” He put his hands on his head, his voice full of sadness.

I groaned. “Then where did the bullets go?” He didn’t respond, just kept sitting at the kitchen table. “Fine.” I grumbled and stood up, harshly sliding my chair back into place and stalking upstairs. I went into the room Daryl and I now shared and slammed the door.

“Don’ be such a child!” I heard Daryl yell up the stairs.

“Fuck off!” I screamed back.

I had been in the room for a few hours, not trusting myself to go back down in case Daryl were to set me off again. I was about to fall asleep when I heard the front door open and shut, then two rushed voices started talking downstairs before footsteps came up the stairs and a knock sounded at my door. “Y/N?” I heard Rick ask softly.

“What do you want?” I spit through clenched teeth.

“I need your help.”

“Bull shit.” I called. “You haven’t needed my help for the past month and a half.”

He sighed. “It’s Maggie. We need to get her to the Hilltop now. She’s in a lot of pain.” My head snapped up and I scrambled to open the door, my weapons belt already on my waist.

“What’s wrong? Is she ok? Is the baby alright?” I ran out of the room with him following behind closely. “Where?”

“RV, we need to go now. She was askin’ for you.” I ran out of the house and down the street to the waiting RV, most of our group already inside.

“Maggie?” I walked on and went into the back where the beds were. She laid on the bed, her eyes squeezed shut and her teeth clenched together with sweat dripping down her head. “Oh my god.” I knelt down on the carpet and took her hand in mine. “Everything’s going to be fine. We’re going to get you to Hilltop and have Jesus’s people look at you.” I told her softly, a small smile on my face as to not freak her out anymore. Someone started up the RV and we drove out, the group packed together and sat in silence, except for Maggie’s moans of pain.

I sat with her the whole way; my hand held in hers even as she fell asleep halfway through. We didn’t make it as quickly as we hoped, road blocks seemingly set up at every possible turn towards Hilltop. Groups of men, each larger than the last, all armed with huge guns and enough cars to block us in all said the same thing, that we needed to give them everything we had. I had stayed back in the RV with Maggie as the group dealt with the people and tried to figure out what to do.

“You alright back here?” Rick asked, coming up beside me as the RV continued down the road.

“Yeah, I guess. She’s holding out.” I spoke.

“Guys. It’s another block.” I heard Eugene say with a shaky voice.

“Shit.” Rick cursed and went to the front of the RV.

When they came back in, they sat at the table with a map for a while, trying to find another way to the Hilltop. We realized that there would probably be more men at every turn and huffed in defeat. We sat silently, Aaron taking my spot, and I, now with Rick up front. Eugene came up with the idea of us getting as close as possible before letting us out and him continuing driving, drawing the attention to him as we snuck through the woods. Rick gave in and had us pack up weapons, another pistol getting tucked in my waistband. I had to admit, Daryl and Glenn not being on the RV had me worried, but I couldn’t do anything if he didn’t want to face me right after I yelled at him like I did.

The men helped Maggie onto a homemade stretcher and carried her out of the RV and into the surrounding woods with us. I stayed beside Maggie, keeping an eye on the woods around us as we walked. Maggie’s face was covered in sweat, and she looked pale with the dark circles under her eyes standing out. She groaned in pain every time one of the men jostled her, resulting in them saying sorry more than a million times. We were making pretty good time until two-note whistles filled the air, grabbing our attention. I pulled out my gun as we ran forward, hoping to hit a clearing so we could see through the darkness, and fortunately we did. We set Maggie down and stood around her protectively, keeping our guns raised high. “Good, you made it.” Someone with blonde hair and a scared-up face said, coming out from behind a tree. “We’ll take your weapons now.”

“We can talk about…” Rick got cut off sharply.

“We’re done talking.” The man snapped. “Gonna need you on your knees.”

“Dwight!” Someone else called. My head snapped to the voices location and fear filled my heart, praying nothing would happen to us.

“Yeah!” He yelled back. “Alright, let’s meet the man.”

We were shoved to the ground. Michonne, Carl and Rick off to one end, our new friends in the center, Aaron, and I on the opposite end. Someone walked out of our RV a few yards in front of us. “Are we pissing our pants yet?” The man had a black leather jacket on and held a bat wrapped in barbed wire. I stared at the man, not believing who I was seeing in front of me. My brother held the bat in front of my new family as a few other men threw Rosita, Glenn, and Daryl to the ground on my side.

“Daryl?” I whispered in agony. He was pale and had a bloodied blanket thrown over his shoulders.

“Y/N?” He stared at me with wide eyes. I began to shake; I had left my brothers group almost two years ago when he started killing people to get supplies. He probably thought I was just lost, that I disappeared when a horde of walkers hit us, or maybe he thought I was dead.

“I gotta pick somebody.” Negan was walking around our semicircle of people, his bat named Lucille hanging in their faces. “I just can’t seem to decide.” He stated with a cruel smile on his face. “Oh, I got an idea. Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, catch a tiger by his toe.” He trailed over everyone except for me, my eyes locked on Daryl the whole time. “If he hollers let him go. My mother told me to pick the very best one and you are it.” His bat landed in front of Daryl, and I let out a strangled scream.

“Negan!” I jumped forward only to have one of the men catch me. “Let go of me you son of a bitch!” I thrashed in his arms as tears ran from my eyes and matted some hair to my face. “Look at me!” I screamed as I thrashed in the arms of the man holding me.

He turned his head slightly, his sadistic smile dropping once his eyes found mine. “Y/N?” His bat fell slightly, and I felt hope slightly rise in my chest.

“Hey.” I whispered but when the arms tightened, I screamed again. “Back the hell off man!”

“You best let ‘er go!” Daryl shouted, jumping forward himself only to get held down in the dirt. “I’ll kill you if ya touch ‘er!” Rick and Aaron yelled at Daryl for moving, worried he’d get killed that much faster.

“Negan, you know this girl?” The blonde scarred man came out of the shadows with a gun held tightly in his hand.

“Let ‘er go or you’ll regret it!” Daryl kept screaming at the men. “Get yer hands off ‘er!”

“Yeah, that’s my baby sis. The one I thought was dead. Where did you go?” Negan turned fully to me and the man holding me dropped his arms, letting me stand fully.

“These people found me half alive, they kept me safe. Please, don’t hurt them.” I begged, my eyes flashing to Daryl.

Negan’s eyes followed mine and his smile dropped completely. “You, and him? The damn redneck? Hell no.” He growled. “Ain’t no way my baby sister is with a man like that.”

“You’re not in charge of me, you can’t tell me what to do! If you want to kill someone, go ahead, but it’s me you kill and you let them go, you let him go.” I looked around at the people who were more family than my own blood in front of me. “You kill me and live with it.” I was shoved to the ground once again as tears ran from my eyes at the thought of leaving my family, but it was worse when I thought of Judy or Carl losing their dad, or Maggie and Glenn with their baby. “Please, just let me say goodbye to him. Please.” My brother had a very confused look on his face but didn’t stop me from shoving the man off Daryl and crawling into his arms, hiding my face in his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I cried, my tears wetting his shoulder.

“No, I ain’t lettin’ ya do this. No, I can’t lose ya too.” I heard his voice shake and crack as I sat in his lap, his arms holding me tighter than ever, as if I were to slip away.

“I love you, no matter what, I will always love you.” I was ripped away from Daryl then and he let out an animalistic growl and grabbed for me. “Daryl, don’t give up, you hear me? Don’t you dare quit fighting just cause I’m gone. I don’t want to see you too soon.” My eyes started stinging due to all my crying and I faced my brother, knowing I couldn’t look at the love of my life right now.

“No, no, no, no.” Daryl begged, tears running down his face and his hair messily pushed back. “Please.”

I looked up at my brother, all fear draining from me. “Do it. Do it and live with it.” I listened as the men around me silenced, the only thing being heard were Daryl’s pleas for my life and the group crying and pleading, only much quieter than Daryl. “Do it!” I screamed.

He raised his bat, and I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping for it to be quick. “God damn.” I heard Negan mumble. “Get up, you better get out of here like a bat out of hell before I change my mind.” I looked up at him once more, everyone too stunned to move. “Move!” He barked, sending me a gentle gaze before turning back for his cars. I got up and gave him a quick hug, thanking him for sparing us and letting me go.

“Negan, you can’t just let them go.” The man who dragged us here shouted.

“I can, and I will. You do anything to these people, and I swear to god I’ll kill you right where you stand. Get the hell out of here.” He waved us off and I grabbed for Daryl, him holding me tightly and crying into my hair.

“I’m here. I’m ok, I’m here with you.” I sobbed into his chest. He stood up, me still wrapped in his arms and carried me to get his crossbow from the ground. I held onto his arm as Negan threw the keys to the RV at me, mouthing an ‘I love you sis’. I mouthed a ‘thank you’ back and threw the keys to Rick.

Once we were all situated on the RV and on our way to Hilltop, I cuddled myself into Daryl’s side. “So, your brother, huh?”

“Mm hmm. Yeah, he was like a best friend when we were little. It all changed with this new world; it broke him. He became sadistic and did anything to get supplies from other groups by beating one of their members to death. When the horde came through our camp that night, I finally had my chance to get away.” I wrapped my arms around him and wiped the tears from my eyes.

“Y/N.” A young voice said from my left. I turned to see Carl, his bandage slightly red and tears trailing down his cheek by his good eye. “Don’t you ever do something like that again.” He leaned in and I caught him in a hug.

“Ok bud, I won’t, I promise.” I hugged him tightly as Daryl whistled.

“Alright Romeo, give ‘er back.” He smirked and I laughed, letting Carl lay his head on my leg and I leaned back into Daryl’s side. “I agree with the kid though, don’t ever go doin’ that again.”

“I’m sorry. I love you.” I kissed him gently and cuddled into his side once more.

“Love you too.”

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[hawkeyetrained]

You Can Trust Me

Derek Hale x Fem!reader

Other Characters: Kate Argent, Scott, Malia, Stiles (mentioned), Lydia (mentioned), Braeden (mentioned)

Warnings: slight spoilers for s4ep1&2, cannon level violence (though nothing too graphic at all)

Summary: When Derek gets turned back into his younger self, she promises he can trust her.

Word count: 2594

Scott, Stiles, and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. I moved into town when I was just 10 years old, instantly becoming friends with the two. That’s how I met Derek Hale, and how our crazy involvement with the supernatural began.

Derek and I had a different relationship than the rest of the pack. He would often keep me in the loft if the current threat ever got too close, opting to have Peter stay back and keep an eye on me instead of allowing me to help like Stiles. For the last few years, the crush I had on Derek only grew stronger and Lydia was the first to call me out on it. When we were sitting in the loft for one of our pack meetings, she had noticed how I tuned Scott out as he talked but instantly focused on Derek when he spoke. She had nudged my side, making my cheeks burn pink, and later took me out for dinner to talk about what she saw.

We talked at the diner for more than two hours about my crush, going into detail on everything that she could get from me. I had her sworn to secrecy to not tell anyone for fear that he would completely reject me.

So, while broken down on the side of a road in Mexico, she had stuck to my side in an attempt to keep me calm. Stiles was busy fixing his Jeep, Malia and Kira keeping watch on the sand around us, while Lydia and I tried to attempt helping Stiles. Scott had gone off with a woman named Brayden in search of Derek, promising to be back by morning.

I spent the night sitting on the ground by the front tire of Roscoe, Stiles’ jeep. Lydia kept sending glances my way all night, but I ignored her until I was able to see the motorcycle coming back down the road just after sunrise.

Scott had jumped off to grab my arms, pulling me off to the side. “Hey, he’s alright, but something happened in that church. Derek, he’s different.”

“What do you mean?” I tried pulling away only for Scott to stop me. “What happened?”

“I don’t know what happened.” Scott shrugged. “Something changed him, made him younger.”

I spent the entire ride home in the back of Stiles’ jeep, worrying over Derek and wondering why he wasn’t waking up. Once we got back, we went to Deaton’s office first. Scott had called ahead, letting the doctor know about our situation and to see if there was anything he could do to help. Once we got Derek inside and laid on the exam table, everyone watched as Deaton worked for a few minutes on checking for anything unusual, and once coming up empty handed, he sent everyone home for school in a few hours.

“Someone should stay here with him.” Scott mumbled to the group as we turned to leave.

“I think it should be Y/N.” Lydia said, stopping in her tracks.

“What?” I looked up at her. “Why me?” My cheeks were stained a soft pink.

“Out of all of us, you and Derek were closest. And he trusts you the most.” She explained. “When he wakes up, I’m sure he’s going to be confused. You’ll be the only face he’d want to see.” Everyone seemed to agree with her, so they headed out to gather their things for school while I went back into the exam room to join Deaton.

It seemed like hours passed since my friends had left. Deaton had continued to check on Derek when he needed breaks from his paperwork in his office. I had sat myself down in one of the plastic chairs, pulled up beside the table, my arms crossed on the metal surface with my head resting on them. My phone would occasionally go off with a text message, one of the pack members checking in, but there was never much to say other than a finger twitch or a deeper breath than I had been listening to all day.

Deaton had come back in yet again to check on Derek, but this time, the young wolf’s eyes snapped open, his body launching up into a seated position. The doctor had been fast enough to grab my arms and yank me back before I was swiped at by a clawed hand. The boy’s eyes softened ever so slightly when he got a look at our faces and heard our racing heartbeats, but it wasn’t long before he was running out of the clinic.

Stiles and Scott were able to get Derek from the police station hours after he ran from the clinic, the three of us headed towards Scott’s house. Scott’s phone buzzed in his pocked and he told us how he had to go take care of something, leaving Stiles and I alone with Derek.

Derek had seemed apprehensive about following Stiles into the McCall house, but a soft smile and a few encouraging words from me and helped him follow us inside. “Scott?” An older male’s voice called from the kitchen.

Stiles and I shared a worried look, and before we could turn around and get out, Scott’s father showed up in the doorway with a paper bag held in his hand. “Um, hi.” I greeted, offering a slightly awkward wave.

“Stiles. Y/N.” Mr. McCall nodded to us. “Who’s your friend?”

My eyes flashed to Derek, trying to think of a believable excuse. “He’s my cousin.” Stiles blurted out, wrapping an arm around Derek’s shoulders. “My cousin Miguel.” Both Derek and I looked to Stiles to see if he was serious or not, and to our horror, he was completely serious.

We were all quickly pulled into the worst dinner of our lives. Scotts father continuously asked Derek questions, obviously seeing right through Stiles’s lie, but Derek was able to play along. I ate a little food before excusing myself and heading up to Scott’s room, wanting to call him and warn him of his father being home.

I barely managed to send the text before the door was being pushed open. “Y/N?” I recognized Derek’s voice as he called out, not wanting to startle me.

“Yeah, come in.” I smiled at the Hale boy, sliding my phone into my back pocket, and sitting down on Scott’s bed. “How are you holding up?” I asked him as he sat down beside me, leaving more space than usual between us.

Derek shrugged. “It’s all so confusing.”

“Is there anything I can try to help with?” I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders again. “I don’t even know what to ask. I mean, you three look at me like you know who I am, but I’ve got no idea who you are.”

A deep sigh left my nose as I adjusted, pulling my legs up under me and turning to face him. “You’re Derek Hale. You’ve helped us through a lot recently, taught all of us a lot of things about the supernatural world.” His dark eyes lifted up to watch me. “You’ve saved all of us too many times to count. It’s been a hard few years for all of us.”

“If I’m going to be honest, I’m a little scared.” His voice dropped to a whisper, almost like he didn’t want anyone hearing his confession. “I woke up in a strange place, surrounded by strange people, in a city that doesn’t even have my home, and no one will tell me what happened. I don’t know who to trust.”

My fingers twitched together nervously. “I know how scary that must be, but I can tell you one thing. You can trust me. It’s gotta be weird having people know you without you knowing them, but we are actually really good friends. You’ve watched out for me since we met. Let me help watch out for you until we can figure out how to help you.”

“I can trust you.” He didn’t phrase it as a question, more so a way for himself to finally believe it.

The window creaked from behind Derek, alerting both of us. Derek’s arm had crossed protectively over me as he turned to look for the cause of the sound, something he did normally that was showing through his younger self. “Kate?” Derek’s eyes adjusted to the dark of the night faster than mine, but I was able to see her climbing through the window.

“Hey, handsome.” She greeted with a smile. “Been a long time.” Right, Peter killed her, or so we had thought. “Longer than you think.” Her eyes flashed back to me as both Derek and I stood from the bed, my feet automatically drifting closer to Derek’s side. “Aww, little Y/N, still playing shadow?” She taunted, a sick smile on her face before she came closer.

Derek didn’t tense up like he typically does. Instead, he stayed pretty relaxed, making me think that younger Derek had known Kate better than I thought he did. “Derek.” I shrunk closer to him as she got closer to me, not trusting Kate at all after what Peter had done to her.

His hand flexed at his side a little, like he wanted to do something but couldn’t think of why or what to do. “Still scared hun?” Kate stalked closer, ultimately putting herself between Derek and me. “He doesn’t even know you sweetheart.” As she continued to draw closer and closer in the dark room, I had taken steps back, trying to keep as much space between her and I as I could. “He knows me. He can trust me.” My heart started to race, images of her clawed hand swiping at my throat flashing through my head, eyes frantically flickering between her and Derek as I backed up.

In a blur, one of her hands had enclosed around my throat, holding me still and putting just enough pressure to where I was uncomfortable. “Kate, please. Let me go.” My hands reached up to try prying at her fingers, but I was no match for her newfound strength.

“Kate.” Derek’s voice growled out from behind her in a warning. “Let her go.”

A sick smile crossed her face. “If you say so.” Her hand slipped from my throat and just a second after my eyes met Derek’s, she had kicked her boot into my chest and send me stumbling back into Scott’s adjoining bathroom. The door slammed shut and I could hear something being pressed against the outside of the door.

“No.” I scrambled into my knees. “Derek!” I call, banging on the door. “Kate, let me out.” I could hear muffled voices of her and Derek going back and forth, a little worry in the boy’s voice as he said my name. “Derek don’t listen to her. Don’t go anywhere with her. You can’t trust her.”

Minutes of silence passed by before whatever was leaned against the door was pulled away and the door swung open. Stiles stood on the other side, phone pressed to his ear. I rushed out of the room, frantically looking around for Derek, but the still open window confirmed my worry. “Calm down.” Stiles tried.

“Kate took him.” I looked back at Stiles. “Kate took Derek. Ask Scott where she would take him.” My hands grabbed the keys to Stiles’s jeep from his hands before I raced down the stairs and out to the car. I jumped into the passenger seat as Stiles came chasing after me, getting into the already running car and heading towards the school.

He managed to pull up quick enough, letting me jump out and meet Scott and Malia while he went off to delay Scott’s dad. “Hey, calm down.” Scott pressed his hands to my shoulders.

“Kate took him and somehow managed to age him back, before kidnapping him, again. I can’t stay calm Scott. What if she kills him?”

“I don’t think that’s what she’s going to do.”

“Scott.” Malia called from the stairs going up to the second floor of the school. “Scott, what’s that smell?”

Chris Argent had told me stories of some of the supernatural beings he had faced in the past. I tried to check up on him as much as I could after Allison died. I didn’t have a father myself and I had seen him as a fatherly figure since Allison and I had become friends. This creature though, he didn’t have a lot to say on it, other than the fact that they were pretty much soulless creatures that were practically invincible. Berserkers seemed to scare the older Argent man, and so they scared me. I never thought I’d face one, let alone be running from one as my friends battled the other.

I had managed to put enough distance between myself and the one chasing me, but the one that Malia and Scott had been focused on caught me by surprise. It’s thick, bone covered hand swept out just as I was running past, sending me flying across the school floor and sliding up against the lockers in a corner not far from my friends.

Both of the berserkers faces locked on me, slowly creeping closer. “Scott!” I shouted, cowering as far as I could into the corner of lockers. “Scott!” Before any of their hands were able to grab at me, a large shadow managed to knock both away from me. The berserkers went after the shadow, giving Scott and Malia enough time to come to my sides and pull me to my feet.

Once the shadow was able to scare off the berserkers, it stood to it’s full height and turned to face us. Derek, as we knew him, stood in front of us, panting slightly from the fight and running all the way up to us. “Derek?” Scott was the first to ask, holding onto my shoulder.

His eyes locked on my face, and with a subtle nod, I was running across the hall over to him. Derek’s arms wrapped tightly around my waist as I threw my arms around his shoulders. He was back, after months of wondering what happened to him and the past few hours trying to convince him that we were friends, he was back.

“Are you ok?” I asked as I took a step back. “What happened to you?”

“Kate broke into the loft and shot me with wolfsbane. I don’t remember much after that.” His hands had yet to leave my waist as his head came to rest against mine. “All I remember is that I can trust you. I did, I do trust you.”

A breathy laugh escaped my nose as he tipped his head down to press his lips against mine softly. My fingers drifted from his shoulders to his hair, pulling him closer to me. His hands tightened their hold around my waist, slowly wrapping his arms around me completely.

A cough pulled the two of us apart, my cheeks flushed a bright pink as I glanced up into his eyes. “Guys.” Scott spoke, his feet shuffling loudly against the hall floors. “We should probably get out of here.”

“Go.” Derek told him. “We’re right behind you.” I could faintly hear Scott and Malia walk down the stairs, back towards the front of the school. “Come with me.” Derek didn’t ask, seemingly already knowing my answer when I linked my hand tightly in his. “You can trust me.”

A bright smile covered my face. “And you can trust me.”

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[hawkeyetrained]

Read to Me

Derek Hale x Fem!reader

Other Characters: Lydia (briefly), Stiles (briefly)

Warnings: none, this is finally a cute piece

Summary: When she gets home from work, all she wants is for Derek to read to her.

Word count: 844

After a long shift at the little bakery I worked at in town, I wanted nothing more than to change into comfy clothes and take a nap. Children had been running around as their mothers talked, screaming and knocking things over, people had snapped and shouted at me when I told them we had run out of the cookies that just had to have, and I dropped nearly every box I picked up through the day.

I slid the large door of Derek’s loft open and stepped in, shutting it behind me. “Welcome home.” Derek greeted sweetly from his spot on the couch, a book opened in his hands, but leaned against his chest has he greated me.

“Ugh.” I groaned, dropping my bag, and marched into the kitchen to toss my keys on the counter before heading into the bathroom where I knew I left my change of clothes. My bakery clothes were tossed into a corner of the room and were quickly replaced with leggings, a white tank, and my burnt orange cardigan before I rejoined Derek in the living room.

“Long day?” He questioned as I dropped onto the couch by his side, resting my head on his chest and curling my hands into the fluffy sleeves of my cardigan.

“Children screaming, people shouting at me. I’m exhausted.” I was far too tired to go into detail about my day like I usually did when I got home. Derek’s hand began rubbing my arm soothingly, watching as my eyes drooped closed and I enjoyed the warmth radiating off my werewolf boyfriend. I shifted a bit more, laying farther on his chest while also throwing one of my legs over his hips, hiding my face in his neck.

“Now that you’re home, what do you want to do?” He wondered, his hand still tracing over my back slowly.

“Read to me.” It came out more as a soft demand than I had wanted it to, but all I wanted was to do absolutely nothing with the man I loved most.

Derek chucked and picked the book up from its slouched position in his hand. His voice began reading, from what I assumed to be the spot he left off at when I pounced on him earlier. I was completely lost about the plot of the story, not understanding the characters background enough to keep up, but listening to Derek read, even if I was confused, was comforting. I slowly forgot about my horrible day, forgetting the screaming kids and the rude adults, just focusing on laying here in the loft as Derek read to me.

His hand would only briefly leave my back when he turned the page of the book before going back to gently running his fingers over the soft material. I was nearly asleep when the door slid open loudly and a very wound up Stiles walked in. “I swear he’s an idiot!”

The slam of the metal door was enough to make me jump, Derek’s arm tightening around my body to make sure I didn’t fall off the couch, and to reassure my tired mind that we were safe. “Stiles. Out.” Derek barked at the teen with a growl rumbling in his chest. I had cracked my eyes open to glace at Derek.

“But Scott, he’s…” The boy barely got out before Derek’s signature glare was plastered across his face. “I just…”

More footsteps sounded from the hall and I groaned loudly, tucking myself further into Derek’s side, not ready to face any of the pack’s problems at the moment. “Stiles!” The voice belonged to Lydia. “Can’t you tell they need some space?” I could practically hear the girl’s eyeroll. “Leave them alone, at least for the night.”

“But Lydia...” Stiles attempted to complain but was silently shut down, from what I guessed to be another glare from Derek and now Lydia. “Ok.” He sighed and his steps faded out into the main hall of the building.

Even though Stiles left, I had yet to hear the door close. “Enjoy your night off. I’ll do everything I can to keep the others away for the evening, but I can’t promise he won’t call the moment the sun rises.”

“I’m locking the doors and turning our phones off tonight.” I mumbled to Derek before speaking up for Lydia to hear. “Thanks, Lyds, I really owe you one.”

“You’ll just have to go shopping with me.” She teased. “Bye guys.”

I waved her off without ever looking up from my place on Derek’s chest, only once the door was shut, did I move to look up at my werewolf. “I swear, we need a lock on the damn door.”

Derek’s chest rumbled with a laugh as he pressed a soft kiss to my head. “It’s at the top of my list for tomorrow.”

“Good.” My head fell back down to his chest while Derek began reading from the place he left off at when we were so rudely interrupted, this time, sending me into a deep sleep that wasn’t interrupted until Stiles called, literally the moment the sun crossed the horizon.

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[hawkeyetrained]

Favorite Niece

Derek Hale x Fem!Argent!reader

Other Characters: Kate Argent, Allison Argent (mentioned), McCall Pack (mentioned)

Warnings: cannon level violence, but nothing too bad, Derek tied up, slight S1E11 spoilers

Summary: She is the older sister of Allison Argent and, unlike her sister, knows all about the supernatural world. What happens when her aunt visits and happens to capture her boyfriend?

Word count: 1,650

My family was well known in the hunter community. Each member was trained either as a hunter, or a leader. My mother was the leader in our family, until time came for me or my little sister to take her place. Allison and I had just moved to Beacon Hills with our parents. She was a sophomore while I was a few months away from finishing my senior year. My little sister still didn’t know too much about the supernatural world we lived in, but me, my aunt Kate had been teaching and mentoring me for years.

She saw the world in a much different light than I did though. She believed that anything supernatural should be killed, while I, on the other hand, thought that those living in peace and protecting their own people and spaces shouldn’t be put down.

When we first moved here, I met Derek Hale while out in the woods, practicing my knife throwing. He had stopped running when he heard my frustrated yells and curses, coming over to investigate and make sure no one was hurt. We were instantly drawn together, neither of us wanting to stay away from each other for more than a few hours. The fact that I came from a family of hunters was one of the first topics that came up when we first got together. When I assured him that I saw the world in a vastly different way than my family, he and I became inseparable.

Everyone in the hunting world knew the Hale’s, and their story. I didn’t want to believe that someone could be horrible enough to trap a family in their house and let them burn. But when Derek opened up and told me about the night of the fire, about the pain he went through after losing his entire family, I swore off hunting completely.

Now, we had been together for nearly half a year, and when my aunt Kate came into town to visit, Derek and I had to keep things even quieter than usual. Scott and Stiles both knew Derek and I were together, but we had them keep things to themselves when my baby sister began hanging around with the three of us and Derek.

“Hi there my beautiful niece.” Kate smiled widely as she came into my room. I set my notebook down and turned around in my chair, making sure my phone was face down so she couldn’t see my messages.

“Hey Aunt Kate.” I smiled back at her, hoping she couldn’t feel my anxiety rolling off my body in heavy waves. I hadn’t been able to get a hold of Derek for hours, and with the small group of hunters in town, I was overly nervous.

“You at a good place for a break?” She nodded back to my homework. “I wanna show you something.”

“Umm.” I closed my laptop after saving my English report. “Yeah, I can stop for the night.” I slipped my boots on and grabbed by burnt orange sweater as I followed her out the front door. “Mom, dad, Aunt Kate is kidnapping me for the night. Love you!” I yelled back into the house before getting in the car. “So, where are we going?”

“I have a surprise for you.” She had been teaching me more and more about the hunting world as I had been trying to keep her off my back with my relationship with Derek. “You’ve been making so much progress in your training with me. I can’t believe how quickly you picked up knife throwing, and I swear you’re a natural shooter, so I thought I would surprise you with a very easy first hunt.”

My blood ran cold, and it felt like my heart stopped beating. “What do you mean? You know how I feel about hunting.”

Kate rolled her eyes. “I know, but you’ll have to get over it eventually. What if something comes after your baby sister one day?” Threatening Allison like that made my entire body freeze. She knew how protective I was over my little sister, how I’d do anything to keep her safe and out of the hunting world if I could. My dad had just started teaching Allison the basics, so the thought of her being thrown into hunting like I was scared the hell out of me. “You need to know how to protect yourself and your sister.”

She opened her door and got out of the car. When did we stop? “Where are we?” I followed behind her, not being able to see much as we wondered through the darkness, only to stop in the basement of what I recognized to be the Hale house. “Aunt Kate?” My heart was pounding as I followed her farther into the basement, only to come to a room with Derek chained up to a metal frame, wires connecting the metal to the circuit box on the wall, my curious eyes widening in shock and fear.

“Surprise!” She gave me a wide grin and held her arms to her side, effectively making Derek jump awake and his eyes land on my face. “What better way to kick off your hunting life than to take out one of the most famous werewolves in Beacon Hills?”

My breathing was a bit heavier as I stared at Derek. His side was bandaged up, the wires of the circuit box disappearing under the black tape, and he looked like he hadn’t sept in days. I knew Kate had been torturing him, probably sending too much electricity through his body as her way of getting him to talk and not letting him heal properly. “You...you want me to kill Derek Hale?” I looked at my aunt like she was crazy.

“Yes!” She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and dragged me closer to the werewolf. Derek bared his teeth and growled at my aunt. “See, he’s just so feisty.” She didn’t know he was trying to protect me, not himself.

“Derek?” My voice was soft, my aunt taking it as disbelief, not my fear for his life. “I can’t do this. He never did anything to me.”

Kate rolled her eyes at me, dropping her arm and going over to the circuit switch. “Sure, you can. You just have to take the first few steps.” I hadn’t taken my eyes off of his, until I heard a small click, and Derek tensed up in pain, a loud roar tearing through his chest.

“No, no, Aunt Kate, stop! Stop!” I shrieked, running over to her table, and flipping the switch off. Derek relaxed back against the metal wall, a breath of relief falling from his lips. “Stop.”

“Oh, come on sweetheart, he’s a monster. Our family, we hunt them down to make sure they won’t ever hurt anyone.” My eyes were wide as I stared at Derek, his bare chest heaving as he took in all the air he could before my aunt would turn the machine back on.

“He hasn’t hurt anyone though.”

“But he will!” Her voice was getting louder and louder, almost yelling at me. “You need to understand that werewolves are dangerous and need to be put down.”

I was silent for what felt like hours, both Kate and Derek looking at me, waiting for my answer. “Ok.” I sighed. “You want me to kill him, fine. But I don’t want you breathing down my neck telling me I’m doing something wrong. Go wait in the car.” I had to convince her that I would go through with it. My fingers trailed over the black handgun sitting beside the machine on the table, slightly trembling. “Please, just let me do this my way.”

A proud smile covered her face as my eyes dropped to the ground. “Alright! I knew you were my favorite niece for a reason.” She clapped her hands together. “I’ll see you outside in twenty minutes.” Kate turned and walked out of the house. I didn’t move until I heard the car door shut behind her, then I moved quickly up to Derek’s side.

“Derek?” I placed my hands on his cheeks, turning his face to look at me. “Look at me, please.”

“Why? You wanna look into my eyes as you kill me? I knew it wasn’t real.” The pain in his words broke my heart.

My eyes filled with tears and I held onto his cheeks just a bit tighter. “Derek, I am nothing like my aunt. She is crazy and thinks anything supernatural should be killed. I can’t do that. I could never do that, especially not to you. I sent her out so I could get you free, so I could save you.” My hands smoothed down his sweaty hair. “Please, Derek, you gotta believe me. I could never hurt you.”

“You do this, and it’s not just Kate that will come after you. It’s all her hunter friends, your mom and dad, maybe even your sister someday. You’re ok with that?” His eyes locked on mine, listening to my heart for a change in pace.

“For you?” I smiled softly, resting my head against his. “Anything.” He leaned forward, pressing a searing kiss to my lips before I pulled away. “You see a key?”

He rolled his eyes. “Move.” I listened to his order, stepping back, and watching his movements carefully. Derek planted his feet, balled his hands into fists, and threw his arms forward, snapping the metal cuffs off his wrists and tearing the black bandage from his side. “Now let’s get out of here.”

“Just a second.” My feet carried me up in front of him, my hands resting around his neck as I pulled him down for another kiss. His arms came to wrap around me, pulling me closer to his chest for a moment before leaning back and taking my hand in his. “You scared the hell out of me.”

A car door slammed outside the old Hale house. “We need to go.”

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[hawkeyetrained]

SAM!

Sam Winchester x Fem!reader

Other Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Jodie (mentioned), Donna (mentioned)

Warnings: kidnapping, blood, wounds, cannon level violence, might have missed something

Summary: She was tasked with a food run while the boys did research. Someone from the boys past comes back and causes issues

Word Count: 2,203

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I had been tasked with a food run while the boys continued to research on the latest case we picked up. We were all fairly certain it was a demon, but we just wanted to be thorough. As I was putting the food in the truck of the Impala, Dean had been so generous to lend me, I felt hands wrap around my mouth and something hard crash into my head. Before I knew what was happening, everything went black.

A shrill ringing woke me up, god knows how long after. My phone sat on a table a few feet away from me, the screen lit up and the ringtone cutting through the cold, silent air. I blinked a few times to clear the fuzziness from my head before reaching over to answer my phone, my hands not moving too much. My eyes glanced above my head to see thick rope wrapped tightly around my wrists, already digging into the skin. I could faintly make out the name on my phone, Sam.

A door slammed from somewhere above my head, telling me that I was in the basement of a building, most likely a house. I quickly scanned my surroundings, looking for anything that could help rid my wrists of the rope and get me the hell out of here. Thunks sounded on the stairs, footsteps coming all the way down before I was able to even wiggle my wrists free. “Ahh, you’re awake.” A younger man around twenty said, his dark brown hair slicked back with a black jacket over his shoulders. “I was starting to think you’d never get up.”

“What the hell do you want? Who are you?” He didn’t respond to me. Instead, his fingers wrapped around some rope and he pulled, stringing my hands high above my head with the toes of my shoes barely brushing the floor. I let out a loud groan at the rope digging further into my skin. “What do you want from me?”

The man smiled sadistically. “I want the Winchesters to hurt.” His fingers tightened around the rope connected to me. “They took everything from me, and now, I’m going to take everything from them.”

I scrunched my eyebrows together in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Years ago, those boys were hunting a demon, a demon possessing my baby sister.” My heart clenched, this was personal, and personal was dangerous. “They didn’t even try to save her. She was tortured, for hours, before they killed her. I was chained up, watching them. They had the nerve to apologize to me after.”

I pulled against the rope around my wrists as best I could. “I’m sorry. I really am, but what do you need me for? I wasn’t there.”

That smirk flashed across his face again. “You know where they are.”

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Three hours later, I had a bruise forming under my right eye, a split lip, and cuts across my chest, arms, and legs, the blood staining my clothes and dripping onto my white shoes and the floor. I now had almost twenty missed calls from Sam, Dean, and Cas. Jodi and Donna had even tried texting me, but my bloody wrists proved that I couldn’t get to my phone. “Seems like your boys are really worried about you. If you tell me where they are, I’ll take you to them.”

I took a deep, painful breath and glared at him. “Go to hell.” My ribs screamed in pain as I took deep breaths, trying to stand on my toes to relieve some of the pain in my wrists.

“Where are they!” He yelled, sliding the blade of his knife down my thigh. I bit into the fabric of my shirt, muffling the pain filled scream trying to leave my lips. Another shrill ringing interrupted the cutting of my skin, and I was grateful for it. “Looks like it’s your boyfriend again. Should we talk to Sammy?” He sauntered over to my cell and hit the accept button.

“Hello?” Sam’s voice was scared as it came through the speaker, calling out my name.

“Sam!” My voice screamed for him before I even thought of it, earning myself a slap across my face. The pain brought tears to my eyes, no doubt making my mascara run down my cheeks with the salty water.

I could faintly make out shuffling on the phone and I figured it was Sam putting us on speaker so Dean could hear. “Winchester?” The man said lowly, making himself sound more terrifying.

“Put her on the phone, right now.” Sam demanded, the Impala doors shutting in the background, I was grateful they found it because Dean would surely kill me if I had lost his baby.

“Come get your girl, she won’t last much longer.” The knife was held half an inch from my neck.

“Let me talk to her right now, or I swear to god I’m going to kill you.” Sam’s voice had dropped to a dangerously deep octave, threatening the man.

A smile crossed the man’s face yet again. “You better get here quickly then, she may not be around to see that happen.” With that, he hung up and threw my phone against the stone wall, effectively shattering it.

My heart pounded as the man got closer and closer to me with that knife of his. “Just let me go. Cut me down and leave. The boys will never know who it was, they’ll never know. I won’t say anything.” I had never begged for my life before, and I never thought I would. In the world of hunting, there wasn’t always the time if your life was on the line, and right now, mine was. “Please.” I was running out of fight; my eyes were getting harder to keep open and I knew I had already lost a lot of blood.

“Hold on till the Winchesters get here. I want them to see this, like I did.” He stepped back from me then, allowing the life to slowly drain from my body as we waited for Sam and Dean to get here.

At the moment I thought I would black out; the familiar rumble of the Impala engine filled the silence in the house. My breathing picked up and my eyes frantically scanned the room, hoping to be able to warn my boys before I was killed, or they were. The man in front of me pulled a gun from his pants and stepped behind my body, holing the knife to my neck and the gun towards the stairs. “Call for him.”

“Babe?” Sam yelled through the main floor of the house.

“Call out for us!” Came from Dean, fear evident in both their voices.

The knife was pressed closer to my throat. “Sam! Dean!” I called out, hoping they couldn’t come charging down the stairs.

Soon enough, their heavy boots stomped down the stairs. They rounded the corner, their guns raised until they noticed me and my position. “You ok?” Dean spoke first, his eyes locking with mine for a moment.

I nodded quickly, the knife pressing harder to my skin. Tears cut through my makeup and mixed with my blood. “Sammy?” My voice was cracked and broken, I was close to giving up.

“You’re going to be ok, sweetheart. I promise.” He was calm and collected as both he and Dean stepped closer. “Let her go, you have us now. You don’t need her.”

“Drop it. Both of you.” Both Winchesters held their guns up and placed them on the ground in front of them. “Kick them away.” The man waved his gun towards the stairs for the guns. “You remember me?”

Dean and Sam both shared a look with each other. “Have we ever met?” Dean asked, his hands in the air as to not set the man off.

I could feel the man stiffen behind me, anger radiating from his body. “You killed my baby sister. Didn’t even try to save her! She was just a kid! And you did nothing!” His voice was rising in anger and the gun shook a bit in his hands.

Sam stepped a bit closer, his hands still held high and his eyes glued to mine. “I’m so sorry we didn’t save your little sister. I know the pain of losing your sibling, and it’s not something that feels good. Please, don’t hurt her. She wasn’t even around when that happened. You let her go, and keep me, ok? She needs a doctor, or she’s going to die, and then you will.”

“We don’t wanna hurt you.” Dean helped. “Let her go.”

The man hesitated before dropping the gun and pulling the knife away from my skin and stepping back. Sam rushed over, his hands holding the sides of my face. “You’re gonna be ok. We’re gonna get you out of here.” Dean had began trying to untie my wrists while Sam kept my eyes open, talking to me. “Keep you eyes open, honey. Come on, look at me.”

Just as I felt the rope loosen, Dean dropped like a ton of bricks. “Dean?” I mumbled, gaining Sam’s attention. Sam stepped around me and I turned my head just enough to see what was going on. Sam and the man were fighting, the gun tucked into the man’s pants. “Dean, you need to get up.” I muttered, nudging his shoulder with my bloody shoe. Dean finally got up and began to help untie me again, just as a loud gunshot went off and both Sam and the man dropped to the floor, neither moving. “SAM!” My voice was high pitched and shrill as I screamed, my hands pulling at the rope yet again and it felt like all the air in my lungs was ripped out. “Sam! Get up!” Dean stepped away from me and rushed over to his brother, pushing him onto his back.

“I’m good.” I could hear Sam talking. “Blood’s not mine.” Sam got to his feet, quickly coming to my side and wrapped an arm around my hips and heaving me up to take the weight off my wrists. His other hand went up to fully untie me, letting my arms collapse around his shoulders. “I got you, you’re gonna be just fine.” He gently lifted me up into his arms and carried me out of the house. “You gotta keep your eyes open. Keep looking at me.” Dean rushed out of the house and got into the driver’s seat, while Sam sat us in the back. “Come on, honey, keep those eyes open. Dean we gotta get her to Cas, now.”

“I’m going as fast as I can.”

My vision became blurry and I tried my hardest to focus on Sam, keep my eyes open. The black was too inviting though, I couldn’t feel all the pain when the black was filling my vision. And before I knew it, I was out, just like before.

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Soft blankets were tucked around me when I woke up. I blinked a few times to get the tiredness out then I sat up. It took a moment, but I was finally able to realize that I was back in the bunker, in the room I shared with Sam. “Sam?” I called softly, hoping I wasn’t dreaming and still hanging in the basement of the house.

My door opened quickly, Sam stepping in. “Thank god.” He mumbled as he rushed over to me, engulfing my body in a large hug. “I was so worried about you. I’m so sorry about everything.”

I wrapped my arms tightly around him, tucking my head into his neck and breathing in his scent that instantly made me calm, running my fingers through his long hair. “I thought you’d never find me.” He hugged onto me tighter, a few drops of his tears falling onto my skin. “I love you, so much. Thank you, Sammy.”

“I am never going to let that happen to you, ever again. I promise you that. I felt like I couldn’t breathe when you were gone.” He pulled back and looked into my eyes. “I love you so much.”

A soft knock sounded on my door, Dean and Cas both poking their heads in. I gave them both a soft smile and waved them in. Sam scooted to sit behind me, his legs on either side of my body and his back against the headboard. “Glad to see you awake.” Dean commented, sitting on the bed with Cas on the other side.

“Thank you for coming to get me, Dean.” I leaned back against Sam’s chest, his arm wrapping around my middle and a kiss being pressed to my head. “And you Cas, thank you for healing me.”

“I am just glad you are home, safe.” Cas smiled at me, his eyes growing soft at how Sam and I were sat together.

“I can tell you one thing.” Sam spoke. “You’re never going on a food run by yourself again. Never.” I cracked a smile and both boys in front of me laughed a bit, telling me what we would all be ok, that they would always keep an eye on me.

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