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i have 15 drafts half written..

someone help me find the strength

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your camera roll with dean winchester as your boyfriend !

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and i’m so impatient when you’re not mine i just wanna catch up on all the lost times

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☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 i love you, i'm sorry...pt three

Dean Winchester x Reader

final part! one, two.

angsty, lovers to enemies back to lovers, timeline inconsistencies sorry!

she/her pronouns with no physical description

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Over recent years your relationship with Dean had turned from toxic to somewhat of a sibling rivalry. You had begun hunting with the Winchester brothers more often than not and every time Dean found something to pick on you for; but recently it begun to feel more like fond teasing.

"You were going to get yourself killed!" "I had it!" "Oh you had it? That bitch had your knife and -" "And you were bleeding out all over the floor!" Sam rolled his eyes as you he walked into the bunker, dinner in hand. He had gotten used to you and Dean bickering but it still made him laugh, neither of you willing to see how much you really liked each other.

"Food's here." Sam announced, interrupting your argument. "Thank God." You muttered, taking a seat at the table as Sam passed your food to you. Making sure to sit as far from Dean as you could manage.

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"Ah shit." You hear Dean groan from his bathroom. "You ok?" You peeped around the corner to see Dean's torso covered in blood, the bandages he had haphazardly wrapped around himself hadn't been enough. "Yeah I'll survive." He mumbled, tossing the blood soaked bandages into the trash and began attempting to clean his wound. You took a step into the bathroom "sit, let me help." For once, Dean did as he was told. No complaints. No sharp comeback. This must really be hurting him. You took the fresh bandage from him and began gently wrapping it around his muscular frame. Dean winced, "'m sorry. Nearly done I promise." You say kindly, cleaning the surrounding area. Dean nodded, closing his eyes.

Moments like this were few and far between, but when the stars aligned and the two of you put your issues aside it felt right. You felt 16 again, laughing with one another, caring and looking out for each other. You still felt that spark whenever you touched.

"How did you get so good at being a nurse?" Dean chuckled, distracting you from your thoughts. You shrugged, soaking another cloth in alcohol. "I was hunting by myself for a while, I had to learn pretty quickly I guess." Your eyes wandered, looking over Dean's toned body, you'd seen it before obviously but never allowed yourself to really look. Look at the way his tanned skin glowed, even when covered in blood. How chiseled his abs were- "okay now you're drooling." "What?" Your cheeks flushed pink, Dean's words pulling you quickly out of your fantasy. "I was only kidding." He said playfully. "Look all you want." "Oh god help me." You groaned, laughing. Carefully placing the last wrapping on Dean's wound. You lean back against the wall, looking up at the man you once loved. "All done, don't get it wet for 24 hours, I'll clean and re-dress it in a couple days." "Thanks." He says, picking up his t-shirt and putting it back on.

The two of you sit in that bathroom silently for a few minutes, not knowing what to say to each other. It was Dean who finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry." "For what?" You ask gently. Not sure what to expect. "For everything. For being a jerk all these years, pushing you away, and most importantly, breaking your heart." The boy admitted, his sparkling green eyes meeting yours. "Dean-" "No, don't you dare say it's okay or that you forgive me. My biggest regret was hurting you. You were everything to me." Your jaw dropped, you had never expected this. Silently you reached into your pocket and pulled out the birthstone necklace Dean had gifted you all those years ago. "Is that?" He whispered. You nod, "I've always kept it with me, it makes me feel protected." Dean pulled you closer to him, leaning down, one hand brushing your cheek, he kisses you. His kiss was rough yet sweet, full of desperation. The faint smell of whiskey on his breath. You melted into him, fireworks firing all around you, this kiss felt right, this kiss felt like home. Your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing the two of you closer, you felt his warm body pressed to yours.

Dean brought you to his bed, laying you down, not daring to break the connection. You smiled into the kiss, your fingers making their way through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. Dean moaned softly into the kiss, leaning back only for a second to remove his shirt. "Why did I ever break up with you?" He moaned, kissing your neck feverishly. "You're so fucking hot." You giggled, helping him undress completely. You were in awe, he looked like a god above you. "You've got a lot of time to make up for Winchester." You retort, pulling your shirt over your head. "We've got time." Was all he said in response.

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The next morning you awoke comfortably, your head resting on Dean's bare chest, one of his arms wrapped around you, the other resting above his head. You looked up at the sleeping man with a childish smile. You never thought you would be in the same bed as him again. You placed a soft kiss to his chest, snuggling back in to him. "Can you smell food?" Mumbled Dean groggily. "Yes..." You groaned playfully. "Does this mean we have to get up? Because you're hungry?" He kissed the top of your head, breathing in your scent. "Yes, I'm starving." You sat up reluctantly, and looked over to see a bag of fast food on the motel room table. "Looks like the breakfast fairy brought us something." You giggled, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. "Thank god." Dean said, walking over to retrieve the food, but not before placing a soft kiss to your lips. Last nights scenes replaying in your mind. Dean returned to the bed with breakfast, he tossed you a piece of paper.

For the lovebirds, call me when you have clothes on. Love Sam.

You lent over to fish some semi-cold fries out of the fast food bag. "I didn't even think of Sam, I feel so bad now." You sulked to Dean. "Oh come on, he's a big boy. Nothing he hasn't seen before." Dean said in between mouthfuls of food. "Yeah but not me!" You picked up a shirt from the floor; the blue one Dean was wearing yesterday. You buttoned it up before getting up to look for your underwear. "Should we uh talk? About last night.." Dean asked, trying to keep his eyes off of your bare ass. "Oh, yeah. I guess I just expected us to act like nothing happened and go back to normal." You answered honestly. "That does sound like me. But really I don't want to mess this up again." You nodded, taking a seat across from him. Dean ran a hand through his hair, not knowing exactly what to say. "I really meant what I said last night. You were- are, everything to me." "Then why did you break up with me?" You say slowly, crossing your legs in front of you. The words that were so hard to say out loud, but something that had been on your mind for years, nagging at you. "It was dad, I was stupid. Young and did everything he asked me to. I thought breaking up with you would make him like me more." Your heart broke, it was something you had thought of once but hearing it from Dean made it so much worse. "It didn't." Dean continued. "Everything was the same, but I knew I'd lost you. When you helped Sammy and I that day I was in shock. I didn't know if you hated me or not, but I didn't want to get hurt again so -" "-so you put your guard up." You finished Dean's sentence. "Yeah, something like that. But. Y/N I am so sorry, I never stopped loving you. Not for a second." Dean leant forward, sitting on the edge of the bed. He touched a hand to your leg, softly, almost like he was asking permission to be close to you. "Dean." You began "I love you too, more than you know but you can't just undo all those years of hurt with one night." "I know, I'm sorry, if you don't want me say it now, because I will prove to you everyday how sorry I am and how badly I know I fucked up." He was nearly begging you now. You'd never seen Dean bare his soul like this before. You stood up, standing in between his legs now. "Okay." You whispered. "Okay?" He nodded. You smiled and leaned in to kiss him, his arms wrapping around your waist pulling you down to lay on the small motel bed. "You're also the best hunter I've met." Dean admitted in between kisses. You rolled your eyes in response.

"Ahem.." You heard the door click shut, Sam's voice startling you. You sat up quickly, pulling Dean's shirt down trying to cover the fact you still hadn't found your underwear... "I thought 12 hours was enough time, we still have a case." Sam chuckled, covering his eyes. "I'm so sorry Sam!" You apologise , sprinting to the bathroom, picking up your underwear and jeans on the way. "Well I'm not sorry, you never heard of knocking man?" You hear Dean whine to his younger brother.

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Astronomical Photographs, Harvard College Observatory, 1890-1920

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true horror 🕸️✨ pt two

billy loomis x fem!reader

summary: you were billy's girlfriend, his secret girlfriend. eventually you find out billy is ghost face...

angst, heartbreak, desire, cheating, slow burn

Part 1

"Well, well look who finally joined us. Hey loner!" Stu called out as you made your way over to his group of friends. You had to find out what happened to Casey and Steve last night. "Hey Y/N." Sidney smiled sweetly, shuffling over so you could sit beside her. "Hi." You smiled back awkwardly, feeling so out of place amongst the group. Randy was sending you death glares across the group, you raised an eyebrow in response before turning away from him. "So what are we talking about?" You ask hopefully. "What else is anyone talking about today?! You did hear what happened last night?" Tatum said manically. You nod your head in response "Its awful isn't it." "Do they know who did it?" Sidney spoke up. You hadn't even begun to think about suspects. Your mind began racing with ideas. "-nobody said you did." Billy's voice shook you out of your thoughts. You looked between Billy and Stu and noticed something was off. "So who do you think it is Y/N?" Randy asked pointedly. Before you answered you felt a familiar hand brush against yours. Without looking you knew it was Billy's. He gently ran a hand over yours in comfort. "I don't know. But what's the motive? Why Steve and Casey?"

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The rest of the day went by in a blur. You couldn't stop thinking about Casey and Steve; that look between Billy and Stu... As you reach into your pocket for the house keys, the front door flings open, to your surprise, "Mum?" "Oh darling I'm so glad you're home. I made sure to be here as soon as I heard about those poor kids. " She ushered you inside quickly, taking your bag from your shoulder. You shook your head in disbelief. "Are you being serious? I haven't seen you all week." "Yes well, I couldn't be around your father right now. Not after what he did to me." "He hasn't been here either." You say slowly. This was typical of your parents. You couldn't remember a time where they weren't arguing. "Oh." Your mother's face drops slightly. "Well, I am sorry. I thought he'd be here with that blonde skank." You rolled your eyes. You hadn't seen your father in over a month, he probably disappeared with that 'blonde skank.' "Mum, I'm fine. Honestly, thank you for coming home." You said genuinely, proving yourself up on the kitchen counter. "I'm glad you are honey. You will have company this week won't you?" She asked, turning to take a minute to fix her lipstick. "You're not staying?" "Oh no. Jeremy is taking me on a cruise. We leave tomorrow night. I just had to make sure you were okay first." She snapped her compact shut, sliding it into her ridiculously expensive purse. You didn't need to ask who Jeremy was. He was obviously your mother's flavour of the month. "I'll see if Stu or Billy will come round. But they have their own girlfriend's mum. There's a murderer running around, killing teenagers. It'd be nice to have an adult here." You say angrily. She reached out, taking your shaky hands in hers. "I know. It is horrible. But I know you'll be okay, just lock the doors and don't take any closing shifts this week. I'm sure they'll catch him soon." You rip your hands away, glaring at the woman who birthed you with tears in your eyes. "Lock the door on your way out. " You grit, before turning and retreating to your bedroom. It was so typical of her, but still it stung. You collapsed on your bed, heart sinking as you heard the front door click shut.

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You rolled over, your hair stuck to your forehead, the sun beginning to set outside your window. You hadn't meant to fall asleep. You reached out and picked up the phone, dialling the only person you wanted to speak to right now. "Y/N" Billy's voice, quiet and alluring sounded over the phone. "Hey Billy." "What's up?" "Nothing, um-what are you doing tonight? Or like, now?" You asked, why were you stuttering? "Oh, I'm kind of busy tonight. I promised Sid I'd go to her house. Y'know to check up on her. She's pretty shaken up about the whole Casey and Steve thing." He replied, sounding rushed. ...you stayed quiet on your end of the phone. Feeling disappointed. "What's wrong Y/N?" "Nothing, don't worry. I'll just call Stu or something. Was just bored." You lied. "Look I know you're lying but I can't talk right now. I'll come over as soon as Sid kicks me out okay?" "Okay." You say softly, feeling defeated. What did Sidney have that you don't. "I promise." and with that, the phone cut off. You threw it to the end of your bed. But not before dialling Stu's number, only to be met with his voicemail.

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Billy never came over that night. You decided you hated him, hated the world. Until there was a knock at the door at 7am the next morning...

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true horror 🕸️✨ pt one

billy loomis x fem!reader

summary: you were billy's girlfriend, his secret girlfriend. eventually you find out billy is ghost face...

established relationship, angst, cheating, some fluff, slow burn, implied smut (someone teach me how to write good smut im begging! it reads so cringe when I write it), she/her pronouns, use of Y/N, & description of female reader.

this has been a maladaptive daydream of mine for like 3 years, so settle in, its gonna be a long one!

word count: 1.7k

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You awoke Monday morning to the bright California sun heating up your bedroom. You kicked off the covers as you rolled over to look at your alarm clock 6.30am. Too early you thought as you dragged yourself out of bed. Dreading the thought of another week at school you headed into the shower in an attempt to wake yourself up.

Once dressed you trudged down the stairs passing a sleeping Billy on your way into the kitchen. Billy and Stu had crashed at your place last night after drinking copious amounts of beer and keeping you up late watching ancient slasher films. A typical weekend at yours. Billy had passed out on your couch and Stu somehow got the spare bed. "Good morning sunshine." Stu announced as he joined you in the kitchen. "Morning." You answered, not a morning person in the slightest. "What'cha cooking chef?" Stu asked, propping himself up at the breakfast bar. "Nothing for you." You poked your tongue out at him, "go wake up Billy or he'll be late." Stu rolled his eyes but did as he was told anyways.

You chuckled to yourself, you had been friends with Billy and Stu since preschool, you honestly couldn't remember a day without them. The three musketeers. "Fuck off Stu, I'm up!" You heard Billy shout from the living room as Stu's laughter filled the house. "Breakfast's ready idiots." You called out. "Good morning beautiful." Billy embraced you from behind, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek. "Good morning." You hummed. In the last year you and Billy had finally progressed your relationship to something more than friends. Sure you had flirted with one another since middle school but only recently had it become something official.

"My head is pounding and the damn couch fucked my neck." Billy groaned, as he moved to sit beside Stu, who was shovelling his face with food. You slid some aspirin and water across the bench for him with a genuine smile. "If you weren't so drunk last night you would've noticed there was room in my bed." You send the hungover boy a wink. He just buried his face in his hands, probably willing the hangover away.

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The walk to school that morning was refreshing, the warm breeze flowed through your hair and the leaves were just starting to fall from the trees. You walked hand in hand with Billy right until you reached the street your school was on; then he dropped your hand and gave you a sad smile. Although you had 'gone official' with Billy almost 12 months ago, just a few months before that he had started going out with Sidney Prescott. The most gorgeous girl you had ever met, you weren't very close but she was in a few of your classes. Not long after Sidney and Billy started going out, Sidney's mum was murdered and since then Billy felt too guilty to break up with her. But not guilty enough to stop seeing you on the side...

The rest of the day was uneventful. You went to your classes, pretend to care about what the teacher was talking about and counted the minutes until you could get the hell out of there. "Why don't you sit with us at lunch?" You jumped back as the sound of Stu's voice broke you from your thoughts. "Jesus Macher, you sure know how to creep up on a girl." You smack his shoulder in annoyance. "Sorry man, but c'mon I get it you've always had this loner girl vibe but you should come sit with us sometimes." You rolled your eyes "yeah with Billy's jilted lover and your cheerleader girlfriend, sounds like fun." "Aw they're not so bad and they like you." You raised an eyebrow at the boy as you began to walk down the hall. "Alright fine, Billy feels bad. Real bad. He would break up with Sid for you, you know that. But he can't right now. You hanging out with us at lunch would make him feel better." Stu begged as he caught up to you. The bell rang, signalling the end of the school day and cutting Stu off. "Alright, maybe tomorrow. But no promises. And tell Billy to grow a pear and ask me himself." Stu saluted you in answer before letting you make your escape.

Billy and Stu had always been popular, not only were they attractive and funny but they were just good at making friends. Something you were not. It was a trait you had always envied. Sure you had the party house, free booze and drugs but you didn't know how to keep friends otherwise. Except for those two boys. They always stuck by your side, even through all your awkward phases and all the times you pushed them away, especially when your parents were taking turns cheating on each other.

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After school you arrived at the video store, your second home. You loved films, they distracted you and took you to places you'd rather be when the world around you was turning to shit. It was only right you'd end up working there. "Hey Randy." You smiled at the boy, he had been working there for the last couple of months with you and he had started to grow on you. "Hi Y/N, I didn't know you were working tonight." You nodded, tossing your schoolbag behind the counter, "picked up the shift last minute." "Do you do anything other than work?" He laughed, pushing the cart full of returned movies your way. "I go to school..sometimes." You laughed.

With one hour left of your shift you were bored shitless. Monday nights were always dead quiet but it was easy money, so you always took the shifts when you could. You were sitting up on the counter, a bag of red liquorice in one hand and an old VHS in the other. "-directed by John Carpenter, released in 1982, set in Antarctica -" "The Thing." Randy shouted "C'mon where's the challenge in that?" You were reading synopsis of random movies and making the other guess, it was your favourite way to pass the time, especially since the two of you were so competitive.

"It's a sequel , directed by Stephen Hopkins and it was a total flop, released in 1990." You rolled your eyes before answering "Predator 2, obviously-" your winning streak was cut off when the door opened and Randy let out an irritated sigh. "Billy!" You grinned as the familiar boy stepped into the store. "Hey Y/N, I just stopped by to say hi, I know how slow Monday's can be." He handed you a bag of your favourite candy and placed a kiss to your forehead. Randy let out a groan, pretending to throw up at the sight of you two. As if by instinct, Billy spun around and launched at the boy. "Got a problem, Meeks?" He questioned, pulling Randy by the collar. "With you? I've got several." Randy bit back. "Boys boys stop with the pissing competition, you're both manly enough." You sighed, jumping down from the counter. Billy let go of Randy's collar but not before shoving him into the shelf first. "Sorry." he apologised, "call me when you get home ok? I'm sure Stu will have made himself at home by the time you're there." He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before leaving.

"Psycho." Randy muttered as the door slammed shut. You pretended not to hear him. You've known Randy's feelings towards your friends for a while now; it's not like he's been afraid to voice them. "Be honest with me-" Randy began as the two of you tidied up the shelf Billy had knocked over. "-what do you see in him? I know you've been friends forever but surely you can see he's a terrible person." You slammed a battered copy of Titanic into its spot on the shelf; making Randy flinch. "You think he's a terrible person. I accept that. He has been nothing but caring, generous, and understanding to me. So please, just drop it." "Is that why he's dating you behind Sid's back?" Randy pushed. You narrowed your eyes at the boy, your blood boiling beneath your skin. Your relationships problems were nobody else's, no one could possibly understand what you and Billy had. Especially not Randy. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed the clock had just ticked over to nine o'clock. Closing time. You turned on your heel and picked up your bag. You had nothing more to say to Randy Meeks. "Thanks for closing by yourself tonight." You tossed over you shoulder, slamming the door behind you.

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"Casey, Steve, Tatum, Randy, Sid obviously, what about that chick from Top Story? She'd make sense right?" Stu snickered as he read out the plan to Billy one final time. Tonight was to be the night. The night they had been planning for a year. "Yeah, good idea. If we can get her here..." Billy trailed off deep in thought. Stu scribbled something unreadable on the scrap paper they were using before speaking again "what about Y/N?" Billy's head snapped up in an instant, his eyes darkening. "What about her?" "Y'know we can't just leave her out. It'd look suspicious. The three of us makin' it out." Stu drawled. He had tried to bring it up in their previous discussions but Billy would also ignore it. "No." Said Billy sternly. "Why? Because you loooooove her?" Stu teased. "No asshole. She's off limits. End of discussion." "There'll be lots of people at my party man, can't make any promises that she won't get caught up." Stu's mouth curled up in a smile at the thought of it. Of course he loved you, you always looked out for him, cooked him the most amazing food and were always down to go along with his stupid plans. He didn't want to kill you. But he wanted this plan with Billy to work out more. "I said no. She's not allowed to come to your party anyways, so problem solved. Besides every good movie needs a final girl for the sequel..."

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"Did you hear? Casey and Stu were murder last night!" "Really? What happened?" "Gutted, it was brutal."

You heard the conversation of a group of girls passing by. You had just arrived to school, and it was abuzz with police, reporters and concerned parents. What had happened last night?

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my boy | billy loomis

Billy loomis x reader

Non-gendered reader, no use of Y/N, mini one shot, what it’s like dating Billy

Word count: 300

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Billy Loomis is toxic, psychotic, and insane. He’s possessive and a flirt, but so damn handsome.

Billy always has a hand on you. Holding you by the waist, wrapping his arm around you tightly. Intertwining your fingers loosely, running his thumb along your knuckles. If he can’t touch you, he always has an eye on you. You’re his and he’ll never let you stray too far.

Billy kisses you like the world is ending. Full of desperation and passion. Clutching your face in his hands, barely breaking away to breathe.

As much as he adores you, Billy still enjoys terrorising you. Calling your phone teasing you with his ghost face voice. He’d never actually hurt you, but he gets off on hearing the fear on the other end of the phone. Once he even made Stu break into your house so he could show up to save you. And fuck you silly while high on the adrenaline…

Sure he was flirtatious with other people but you were the one. Never letting another person put their hand on him. Only you.

He loved making stupid jokes to make you laugh. It was the only time he seemed soft was when you were laughing together. Only when no one was around of course. Passing you notes in class to make you giggle, knowing it would get you into trouble.

Date nights usually consisted of the two of you (and sometimes Stu) cuddled up on the couch watching horror films. Prom Night, Halloween, The Exorcist, My Bloody Valentine, you name it, you've probably seen it. Billy would always over explain his favourite scenes to you, whispering in your ear as you watched the tv. You never thought about how he always seemed to get turned on when the final girls were being murdered.

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long lost ᯓ★ˎˊ˗

soldier boy x female reader

fluff, angst, reunited lovers, secret lover, lets pretend soldier boy is a good person, implied smut.

summary: butcher is hell bent on finding what killed soldier boy, he went on his own mission to find soldier boy's rumoured mistress for answers

word count: 2,028k

set in season 3, I haven't finished the boys & tbh I will get some things wrong and there's some stuff I straight up made up but its fanfiction so ignore it.

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A strong smell hit your nose as you were dragged down the stairs - the room smelt musty and damp, like you were in someone's basement. The cuffs on your wrists were starting to pinch now, you wished whoever had kidnapped you would hurry up and get to the point so you could get these things off.

"What the fuck Butcher?" you could hear a voice ask in shock as you were being jerked down into a chair before the blindfold was finally ripped off of your eyes. What the fuck kind of name is Butcher, you thought. "Fucking about time." You snarled at the tall man who had brought you here. "Who is this?" The same man who had spoken before asked your kidnapper. He was scrawny and genuinely appeared terrified. "She's someone who can help us find what killed Soldier Boy." Your kidnapper answered, his voice low and raspy. "Is that seriously what this is about?" You spoke up. "You could have just asked instead of dragging me all the way here...unless blindfolds and handcuffs is what gets you off." You look at the two men with one eyebrow raised. "Oh really? So you'd just tell me what poison is strong enough to kill Soldier Boy?" The man you now knew as 'Butcher' crossed his arms over his chest. "I would." You said teasingly. You had had your fair share of men like him and knew he wouldn't hurt you if you had information he wanted. Butcher rolled his eyes, "well go on then." "Cuffs off first." You demand. "Not a chance." "Well guess you'll have to kill me. I'm not telling you shit."

The scrawny man took Butcher aside, poor guy looked so confused, you wondered if he had been kidnapped too. "You can't just take people as hostage because they might know something about Soldier Boy!" "Not might. She definitely knows what happened. You really don't know who she is?" Butcher asked Hughie, keeping one eye on you. Hughie shook his head, allowing him to continue. "That is Y/N. She's a Supe but was never considered powerful enough for Vought. To be honest I don't even know what her powers are. She was rumoured to be Soldier Boy's girlfriend." "Hang on, I thought Soldier Boy was with Crimson Countess." Hughie interrupted. "No, no that was like his stage-wife. This girl was apparently the real deal."

"Hey boys I'm still here and my wrists are killing!" You shook your restrained hands for effect. "Are you sure? She looks way too young." Hughie questioned. Butcher only offered a shrug in reply, as he walked back over to you. "Now sweetheart, if I take these cuffs off, you'll tell me everything you know and continue to help us for as long as we need you. Understand?" Butcher knelt down so he was at your eye level. You breathed in, he smelt like cigarettes and scotch, disgusting. "Fine." You lied through your teeth. Butcher reached around and unlocked the handcuffs, freeing your wrists. "Thank you." Butcher pulled up his own chair across from you. "Now tell us, what you know about Soldier Boy."

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"He's not dead." You say nonchalantly. "You're lying." "You think there's anything out there strong enough to kill him?" It had always offended you that everyone dismissed Ben's death so quickly. He was invincible, the strongest Supe the world had ever seen and they all thought he was dead. "Then where is he?" Butcher was getting frustrated, he hadn't expected you to be so calm. "You think if I knew, he'd still be there?" You asked, starting to get frustrated yourself. Not a day went by where you didn't think about him, wishing you could bring him back. "For fuck's sake!" Butcher stood up, storming out of the room. You stretched out in your chair, looking around the room for the first time since arriving. "I'm sorry about him - about all of this." Hughie offered. "You could just leave, I'll take the blame, I swear." You laughed, he seemed sweet. Clueless, but sweet. "Thank you, but what does he want to get out of all this anyways?" Hughie looked around the room quickly before answering you "we want to take out Homelander."

And there it is. You hated the Homelander as much as the next sane person but you failed to see how anyone could even come close to hurting that racist, soldier boy wannabe.

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You had given up helping Billy and Hughie on finding Soldier Boy. You gave them all the information you had but it was limited - Ben always kept you at arms length away from his work. Not wanting you to get involved with Vought or his teammates.

You were laying in bed, attempting to sleep off a hangover when your phone buzzed on the bedside table. You tried ignoring it but whoever it was, was persistent. “What’s so important?” You grumbled into the phone. “Good mornin’ to you to sweetheart.” The familiar voice of Billy Butcher rang in your ears. You rolled your eyes, you had thought you were done with him. “What is it Butcher? I told you I can’t help you anymore.” “We found something you ought to see.” He said slyly. “Mhmm. Well it can wait until my brain stops pounding against my skull and -“ “We found him.” Butcher interrupted. You shot up in bed, heart racing “come again?” “You ‘eard me. Now you know where we are, so I’ll see you soon.”

The call dropped and so did your jaw. Was he lying? You had done nothing but help him on his suicide mission. But with that small seed of hope in your heart, you jumped out of bed and got ready as fast as you could. Gulping down painkillers and water and brushing out your hair before racing out of your apartment. Butcher was going to experience a slow, painful death if this was all just a plot to get you there.

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You finally arrived at Billy's, straightening your shirt and taking a deep breath in before banging loudly on the door. You knew Ben had been sold off by his team and deep in your heart you knew he had survived whatever torture they submitted him to but you never had any proof. You hadn't seen or heard anything of him since 1984.

You heard the scuffle of footsteps down the hallway when Hughie answered the door, ushering you in quickly. "Hey, that was fast." He said surprised. You only gave a small smile in return before following him round the corner. Your breath became caught in your chest as you saw him. Soldier Boy. Standing in front of you, looking like he hadn't aged a minute since you last saw him. His hair brushed neatly back, his old uniform fitting him like a glove, contouring his muscular frame. Those beautiful ocean blue eyes, making contact with yours made you weak.

"Y/N?" He asked in shock, taking a step toward you. Your legs were shaking, you didn't know what to say. Was he still the same man you had fallen in love with all those years ago? "H-how? Where have you been?" You managed to get out. Trying to not be too hopeful. "Russia. God you're still as beautiful as ever." "I know you were in Russia but how are you here? How are you still alive?" You question, brushing off his flirtation. "It's a long story. But c'mon you think those Russians could kill me? I would've thought you had more faith than that." "So you're still you? They didn't clone you or something? This isn't some kind of sick joke?" You look pleadingly between Billy and Ben. "No joke sweetheart. It's really your lover boy in the flesh. Original costume and all." Billy teased. Tears welled in your eyes as you embraced Ben in a hug. "I always believed you were still alive." You whispered to him. He pulled back for a moment, taking you in before kissing you passionately. You suddenly felt 25 again. Your hands found his hair and you pulled him closer, never wanting him to be away from you again.

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After briefly reconnecting with Ben you found your self sat at the table with him and Hughie. More specifically sat in Ben's lap, a glass of whiskey in your hand. "Ok I need to ask, how old are you?" Hughie questioned. You narrowed your eyes at him, "how old do I look?" "Not a day over 27, that's why I'm asking." You took the blunt from Ben's mouth, taking a moment to inhale before answering. "Hughie, google is free...but my cells regenerate 100 times faster than human cells, which means I heal almost instantly, it also stopped the aging process when I turned 30. It was a side effect of compound V. I didn't get any of the super powers my parents had hoped for." You returned the blunt to Ben's mouth but not before placing a gentle kiss to his lips first. You didn't care about your blatant public display of affection; you hadn't seen your man in over 30 years, you deserved it. "Holy shit. So you're like immortal or something?" Hughie asked, intrigued. You shrugged "I've made it this long, I guess only time will tell, unless someone tries to kill me." You reply honestly.

Butcher calls for Hughie from the next room, leaving you alone with Soldier Boy. "I've missed you so much." You whisper to Ben, turning around in his lap to face him. "No need to miss me anymore. I'm here and this time there's no way to get in our way." You rest your forehead against his, "I haven't had a chance to show you how much I've missed you yet." "Oh really?" He runs a hand through your hair. "Mhmm" You nod. "You should come see my apartment tonight, it's a lot nicer than the last place I had." He chuckled at that, remembering your last home; it was styled straight out of a 70s magazine. Brown patterned wallpaper with deep burgundy shag rugs and an orange couch that always faintly smelled of cigarettes. You had both made it a goal to have sex on every surface of that house. You kissed Ben's cheek lightly, bringing him back to reality. "Why wait until tonight?" He asked teasingly.

When Hughie and Butcher returned to the kitchen you and Ben were long gone.

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It was the middle of the night, Ben was fast asleep in your bed, but you couldn't sleep. The excitement of the day keeping you up - you were almost afraid if you went to sleep Ben would disappear again. You brushed a strand of hair back off of his face, he looked so peaceful as he slept. It reminded you of when you first met.

He was a soldier in World War 2, you were a nurse. It was a typical love story. He was your favourite patient. You were tasked with treating those soldiers who were undergoing the compound V trials. Watching over them and keeping an eye on any unusal side effects. "Is everything ok?" You had rushed to Ben's bed after he was heard crying out for help. "No, it's my heart I think." "What's wrong?" "It's breaking because you won't go out on a date with me." He said with a smile. "Benjamin! You have to stop that." your cheeks flushed pink "I have people in real pain." "This is real pain, only you can fix it." You rolled your eyes with a smile. "Goodnight Benjamin." After the war he came straight to you, kissing you out of pure joy and begging you again to go out with him.

"Stop staring, it's creepy." Ben mumbled, pulling you out of your memories. "Sorry, it's not everyday your boyfriend comes back from the dead." You tease, resting your head on his chest. "What were you thinking about?" "Us. In those early days. You remember before you became Soldier Boy." "Of course I remember. I could never forget you in that sexy nurses uniform." He kissed the top of your head.

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I hope this was okay! Im just a casual fan of the show so hopefully it wasn't too ooc.

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☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 i love you, i'm sorry...pt two

dean winchester x reader

part 1 here

ex lovers to enemies (potentially back to lovers) angst, hurt/comfort, fem!reader, no use of Y/N, bestie!sam

she/her pronouns but no physical description and no sexuality mentioned

definite timeline inconsistencies with the show oops

word count: 2.6k

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Dean let out a pained cry, his back slamming against the concrete wall, the demon he was attempting to fight had a knife pressed hard against his throat. Sam was down the other end of the room, slumped over in pain. This was it they both thought. Finally up against a demon strong enough, smart enough to beat the both of them.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out loud, before the demon fell backwards in pain before he was stabbed right through the heart, killing him instantly. Dean slid down the wall, trying to catch his breath. "Thanks." He wheezed. "You're welcome." An all too familiar voice replied. Dean's head snapped up to meet your gaze. "What the fuck?" He muttered, coming to his feet. His head spinning from jumping up so fast.

You ignore him, walking over to Sam to check on him. He was alive but terribly injured, blood pooling beneath him but you couldn't see exactly where it was coming from, bruises litter his face, you help him up "what are you doing here?" Sam manages to ask. "Saving your idiotic asses obviously." You answer seriously. "Now stop asking so many questions and let's get you guys out of here and patched up before you bleed out." "Woah, woah. stop right there. We can handle ourselves, we're not going anywhere with you." Dean snarls, pulling his brother off of you. "Fine. Next time a demon nearly tanks the two of you, I won't step in to help. Besides, you look like you're in great shape to stitch up your own wound." You say frustratedly pointing out the open wound on Dean's stomach, blood seeping through his shirt. Sam took Dean aside, gesturing for you to give them a minute alone. "C'mon man, she did just save our lives and you're bleeding out pretty bad." "No way. I'm not letting her touch me."

You were leaning up against the impala, kicking rocks from under your feet, wondering how long you should wait for them when they finally returned. "Follow us back to our motel and thank you again. I don't know what we would've done if you weren't there." Sam said sincerely. "Get off my baby, you'll put a dent in the door." Was all Dean had to say.

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Once at the boy's motel room, Dean reluctantly laid on the bed as you began cleaning and stitching his wound. Sam retreated to the bathroom to get himself cleaned up and also to give the two of you some time alone. It had been almost 4 years since you last saw Dean. "Are you almost done?" Dean winced, taking another swig of his whiskey. "Do I look done?" You answered. "You're probably just taking longer so you can torture me." "Thanks for the idea." You said, tying off the end of his stitches. "There. You'll live." You stood up, snatching the bottle off Dean and taking a long sip before calling out to Sam "hey Sammy I'm heading out."

You had just made it to your car when you heard Sam calling out after you. "You're leaving already?" "I said I was coming to make sure you guys didn't bleed out, I did that, now I'm leaving." You shrug. "Please stay? I haven't seen you in so long and it'd be good for Dean too." He begged, looking at you with his big brown puppy dog eyes. You gave him a sad smile "I can't Sam, I'm sorry." "Okay fine but can we at least get a drink or something, without Dean?" You thought about it for a minute, you really still loved Sam. He was your best friend. "Yeah okay, I'd like that." You admitted. "Great, um still got the same number?" He asked hopefully. You chuckled, "yeah I do, I'm staying in town for the week so just text me whenever, okay?" With that he hugged you goodbye and you drove back to your own hotel just 10 minutes down the road.

"What'd you say?" Dean asked Sam, finishing off the bottle of cheap whiskey. "Nothing, just wanted to say goodbye." "Why?" "She was my friend Dean, what happened between the two of you anyways? You never talk about her." Sam asked frustrated with his brother. Dean narrowed his eyes "nothing, like I told you we just didn't work out." The conversation trailed off with Dean announcing he needed sleep. Sam refused to believe that your relationship ended amicably. Not with the way Dean was so quick to fire up at you and the hurt he could see in your eyes when he did.

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You entered the diner feeling nervous, you hadn't seen Sam since he went off to college; meeting up with him once or twice before your lives both got too busy. You had no idea what Dean had told him or what he thought of you. You spotted Sam in the corner booth, wiping your damp palms on your jeans you made your way over. "Hey, you actually made it!" The boy smiled, leaning down you hug you sweetly. "Of course, why wouldn't I?" You sat across from him, a steaming cup of coffee already waiting for you. "I don't know, maybe you hate me as much as you do Dean." He said with a laugh. "This is for me?" You asked bringing the coffee cup to your lips. "Yeah, black, no cream, no sugar, right?" "Yeah...you remembered." Sam Winchester truly had not changed, he was still thoughtful as ever. "Of course, it's not that difficult of an order." He joked, not mentioning it was the same way Dean liked his coffee.

"So how's Jessica? Did you ever ask her out?" You asked, hoping not to spend all afternoon talking about your relationship with his brother. Sam took a little while to answer. Shit. Had you said the wrong thing? "Um, I did. " He begins quietly. "She was killed, a few years back." Your jaw dropped. "Shit, Sam I am so sorry. I had no idea." "No it's alright, of course you didn't. Um things were good, we dated for awhile and I think she was the one but a demon got to her. Same one that got mum actually." Sam explained. "Fucking hell Sam. That's horrible. Honestly that is so shit. I'm sorry... At least you got some time with her. Really, it's like whenever your life is going well, they can sense it and come to mess it all up." You vent, no one deserved that. Especially not Sam. "I know but it's okay. I've dealt with it." He said sincerely. You nodded, taking a sip of your coffee.

"Anyways how have you been?" Sam attempts to change the subject. "Alright, y'know the usual. Just picking up hunts here and there." Sam had a way of looking right into someone's soul, a look that would make anyone confess their sins. You could tell he was waiting for you to say more, but you don't. "Okay, can I just say it? What happened with you and Dean. The last time I saw you everything was going well and now Dean refuses to talk about you." You weren't surprised, honestly you were waiting for him to bring it up but you thought Dean would've spent the last few years bad-mouthing you, considering the way you left. "He really didn't tell you?" You ask skeptically, a single brow raised. Sam just shook his head. "Alright fine, only because I know how much you love gossip." You sighed, Sam laughed, allowing you to continue. "You're right, everything was going well. Really well, but I could tell John was getting fed up with me y'know. One day I heard the two of them arguing -" "About you?" Sam interrupts. You nod, "to cut a sad story short, Dean came out of that argument and broke up with me. No explanation, just said it was something he had to do." You finished, your chest feeling tight as you relived your worst memory. You had tried to act like that day didn't exist, never allowing yourself to remember it.

"What a dick." Sam exclaimed. "That's it? He didn't explain why?" "Nope. Nothing. Now you see why I didn't want to say. Your idiot brother broke my heart Sam." Sam reached out to hold your hands in his in comfort. "I'm so sorry. He always lets dad get into his head. He really did love you." Sam said. "You don't need to apologise, I'm just glad we can still be friends. I should call you more." You give your best friend a smile.

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"I promise to keep in touch." You say hugging Sam tightly. "Good, stay safe please." He asks before you're driving back down the highway.

A few weeks had passed since you last saw the Winchester brothers and the hole in your heart, you thought you had healed had now reopened. It felt like Dean was breaking up with you all over again, memories of your romance keeping you up at night. There had been other people since Dean, sure, but no one felt the same. No one understood you like he did, wanted you and loved you like he did. You couldn't find the motivation for another hunt at the moment, all you had the motivation for was wallowing in your own heartbreak.

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"There's no lore on this goddamn son of a bitch anywhere!" Dean exclaimed grumpily throwing another old book onto the floor. "Did Bobby call back yet?" He asked Sam. "Not yet..." Sam replied, getting up from his chair to get another beer. "What the hell are we going to do? We don't know what it is, where it came from or most importantly, how to kill it!" Dean said, slumping over in his chair. After a moment of uncomfortable silence Sam spoke up, "you know, there is someone who might know what we're dealing with." "Who?" Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean, "someone who can read in four languages and has a near-perfect memory for all things deadly." "No way." Dean almost laughed as the relisation hit him. "We are not calling her, she already embarrassed us by saving our asses against that demon. We cannot go crawling back to her now." "Why would it be so bad? We need help, she's the only other person who might be able to." "Sam, I said no. I'm not working with her." Sam rolled his eyes and waited until Dean left the room before pulling out his phone and dialling your number.

You answer the phone in two rings, "hey Sam, miss me already?" "Hey. Yeah something like that." He laughs. "Look we're working on a case, honestly we have no idea what we're up against, neither does Bobby. Do you think you could give us a hand with some research?" The line was silent for a few moments. "I don't know Sam..." "I get it, I mean you're only our last hope." He said, baiting you. "Does Dean know you called me?" Now it was Sam's turn to go quiet. "Fine, where are you boys?" "Mississippi, I'll text you the address." "I can be there in 3 hours, 4 tops." You answer, already packing up your bag. "You're the best. Thank you." "Only for my favourite Winchester." You chuckle, hanging up the call.

Within 20 minutes your bags are packed and you're on the road. Maybe this time will be different...who are you kidding, you and Dean are equally as stubborn. You think to yourself as you roll the windows down, letting the cool afternoon breeze brush against your cheeks.

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A soft knock at the door caught Dean's attention, narrowing his eyes over at Sam, one hand reaching for his gun. "Put it away." Was all Sam said as he opened the motel door. "Hey." You said quietly, embracing the younger Winchester in a hug. "Thanks for getting here so fast, we could really use your help." "No problem-" "You called her?" Dean asked gruffly. "Sure did. We need help Dean." Sam said standing his ground, as he took your bag from you. Ignoring Dean you walked over to the pile of newspaper articles and Sam's open laptop. "So what are we dealing with?" "We have no idea." Sam began, pulling up a chair and going over the recent cases with you.

"It's nearly midnight, I'm going to check you into a room. I'll be back in a minute, try not to shoot each other." Sam begged, leaving you and Dean alone. You looked up from the article you had been reading, Dean's brow was furrowed, concentrating on reading an ancient lore book, he looked exhausted. The bags under his eyes looked like they had been there for months but he still looked beautiful. It was unfair how stressed he could be but he still looked gorgeous. Lost in your daydream you didn't realise Dean had been talking to you. "-but you ever seen anything like this before?" He asked. "Uh, sorry I kinda zoned out. But this is nothing that I've dealt with, it feels so familiar though." Your cheeks flushed, you couldn't believe you got caught staring. "Well that's just great." He said, slamming the book closed. "Can we just stop. This is so childish, we can't even be in a room together without arguing. Just remember who broke up with who Dean." Your heart was beating in your ears but you had to address it. Dean leaned back in his seat, locking eyes with you. "I do remember. That's why I don't want you here." Your jaw dropped slightly, you'd never heard Dean be so cruel, you knew he was upset but you didn't realise he hated you so much. Just as you opened your mouth to respond Sam returned. "All booked in room 8 next door." He said. "Thanks Sam." You stood up grabbing your bag and slamming the door behind you."

That night you refused to allow yourself to cry, Dean was your high school boyfriend he shouldn't have this much hold on you. So you turned to alcohol, drinking a whole bottle and then some. You awoke groggily the next morning wearing the same outfit you had on the day before, your makeup imprinted on the pillow beneath you. You sat up quickly, much to your head and body's horror; suddenly having a realisation as to what the boys were up against.

Dean rolled over after an uncomfortable nights sleep, Sam's humming in the shower waking him. Dean had tossed and turned all night, thoughts of you keeping him up. You were always the one he let get away, no matter how many women he met, how many he slept with, he always ended up comparing them to you. Now you're back in his life and he couldn't handle the thought of losing you again, so he pushes. Pushing you away, so far that you might never come back and his heart can stay guarded.

He finally found the strength to get out of bed, yawning as he began looking around the room for where he threw his shirt last night, when the door flung open surprising him. "What the f-" "Leviathan." You say out of breath. "What are you talking about?" Dean asked, startled. "I know what those things are, Leviathan from purgatory." "You're a genius." Sam yelled from the bathroom. "Well now you've figured it out, can you give us some privacy. You can't just go barging into people's rooms like that." Dean said finally picking up his t shirt. "It's nothing I haven't seen before." You wink at him before closing the door.

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inbox is open! currently writing part 3 (probably the final part)

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everytime soldier boy shows up on my screen it feels like I’m watching porn. im so feral for his looks and energy 🤠😔

jensen ackles as soldier boy (the boys, 2022)

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it says something psychologically about me that I love writing all my men angsty and argumentative...