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What should I do!

Now that we have who, WHAT?

Please send in comments, asks, or a message about any ideas you'd like me to write about! ❤️

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ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 ℙ𝕚𝕟𝕜 ℍ𝕒𝕚𝕣

A/N: Sorry I haven't been as active guys, I've been VERYYYY overworked with school and have not had any free time... Don't worry! I'm getting my mojo back slowly!

Characters: Y/N, Dean, Sam

Pairing: Dean X Reader

Warnings!: Violence, vampires, blood, vampire bite, lots of affection towards the end

Summary: After a prayer to their good friend Castiel, the Winchester boys are surprised when a new angel shows up - and she's full of love.

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The boys were a bit overworked, but that didn't stop them from taking on another hunt. At the moment, they were trying to locate a vampire nest.

"I can't take this anymore. We haven't heard from that bastard in months. Did he just forget about us?" Dean asked, obviously frustrated.

Castiel had been MIA for a little over six months now, leaving the brothers on their own.

"Why don't you try calling for him?" Sam suggested, his lips pressing into a flat line. He hadn't given up on Cas, and he hoped Dean wouldn't either.

"Like I haven't tried!" He rolled his eyes, getting up and walking to the fridge. He tossed his empty beer bottle in the trash and swung the door open, grabbing two cold bottles.

Sam sighed and rubbed his forehead. He leaned back and resting his arm over the back of the chair. "Just try again, Dean." He advised, and he got a nod in response.

Dean rested his palm against the counter and hummed for a moment, an annoyed edge in his voice. "Cas, can you get your ass down here and help your friends?"

It was obvious he was being mostly sarcastic, now cracking open his beer. "Whats a man gotta do to get an angel?" He scoffed.

Thats when they heard the wings.

"What the hell?" Sam murmured, standing up and looking back at Dean, who whipped out his gun in a heart beat.

The angel that stood before them was definitely not Castiel, and it was not an angel they had met before either.

She had long, light pink hair and rather pale skin. She was wearing a short white dress and had a heart tattoo on her shoulder. She looked interesting.

"Hello," She said with a soft smile, her cheeks already a bit flushed. "I'm Y/N, and I may not be an angel, but I assure you I'm just as helpful."

"If you're not an angel, what the hell are you?" Dean asked, stepping a bit closer. He gave a quick look at Sam to make sure he was armed as well.

"Well... I'm a cupid." She held her hand out, showing her bow in her palm. It didn't show up black like normal, though. It was white.

The boys exchanged quick glances, and she cleared her throat. "I understand I'm not the exact angel you called for, but I'd still like to help."

Sam raised a brow, just as skeptical as his brother. "Why would an angel want to help us?" He questioned, and Dean chimed in as well. "And how the hell do you know who we are?"

She chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand. "Dean, every being in the world knows who you two are." She took a cautious step forward, and smiled.

"You didn't answer Sammy's first question." He barked, his hand jerking the gun closer. Her eyes practically dodged his, now focusing on the book Sam was reading.

She teleported behind them, scanning the pages quickly. "Vampires are disgusting creatures..." She mumbled.

Both the boys turned around, moving around the table to get a better angle on her. "Well, good thing we aren't looking for company. Flap your pretty little wings and fly away." Dean remarked, and she bit her lip.

There was a silence for a moment, her fingers tips tracing the edge of the table.

Then she was gone.

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Y/N was a little upset that the boys didn't welcome her, even though she knew there would be suspicions.

She had heard that they were guarded, but she didn't understand why they didn't trust her. She wasn't a threat to them, if anything she was going to protect them.

To settle it, she figured she should talk to them again, which is why she was now standing in the middle of an old asylum.

"Listen, sweetcheeks, we already said we don't need your help, alright?" Dean nearly shouted, his adrenaline pumping.

Dean had just ganked two vampires, unsure if that was all. Now, he was wasting his breath arguing with a pipsqueak.

"I heard you say that, I know! But I can be helpful! I want to help!" She insisted, trying not to get intimidated by the way his figure towered over hers.

He stared her down, a firm grasp on his machete. "We don't need your help. You need to go do your damn job and shoot people with your little love arrows."

She huffed, her cheeks a pale red. "I don't want to! My job is repetitive and boring! I want to be a hunter with you guys!" She shouted, her voice echoing off the walls.

Before Dean could respond, she had shoved him back, accidentally slicing her hand on his blade.

A vampire charged at her, and she grabbed it by the collar, pressing her hand to its forehead. A bright light shone through its eyes and its teeth retracted. It was dead immediately.

She turned on her heel, a bit out of breath. "Behind you!" She yelled. Dean swung his machete in the air, slicing the vamps head off in a quick swoosh.

"How the hell did you know they were there?" He asked, followed by an airy laugh. He was shocked.

She scratched the back of her neck, feeling a bit shy. "I could feel their footsteps, they kinda create vibrations." She admitted, and he smiled.

"Alright, fine. That was kinda impressive, sweetheart." He teased. She gave a small smile and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "I told you I'm helpful."

They began cleaning up the mess, preparing to burn the bodies. Dean had stepped away to call Sam and let him know that everything went well, and they might have a new buddy.

After she set the bodies on top of each other, she could hear footsteps. Just like from earlier.

"Dean?" She questioned, carefully walking around the room. There was hardly any light in the building, and she could feel her anxiety rising.

After a few moments of silence, the footsteps grew closer and she stepped back, weary of her surroundings.

"Hey sweetheart- Woah, hey, you alright?" Dean asked, pausing when he saw her.

She let out a sigh. "Jesus, you scared me. I thought you were a crazy blood sucker!"

He raised a brow and chuckled, "Someone's paranoid. Come on, let's wrap this up." He said, waving her over.

She nodded, but before she could make it far she was dragged back, earning a loud shriek from within her.

The vampire opened wide before biting down hard on her neck, and she felt it's teeth slowly sink in.

Dean nearly charged forward, and just as quickly as it happened, the monster was dead. It's head rolled onto the ground, and Dean grabbed her hard, pulling her flush with his body.

"Hey, hey, are you okay?" He asked hurriedly, tilting her head up to look at her neck. She was still a bit shocked, mouth slightly agape.

She nodded, swallowing hard. She placed her hand on her wound and healed it, but there was still a bit of bruising.

"I'm fine, yeah. I just, uh, I didn't expect that." She let out a nervous laugh and he gave her a reassuring smile.

"Good, I'm glad you're alright."

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It had been a few weeks since the hunt, and she now was apart of their little group. She didn't know if they considered her family yet, but she hoped one day they would.

Y/N was laying in Dean's bed, her legs in the air behind her as she waited for Dean. He was showering, and she was getting impatient. She had a surprise for him and couldn't wait for him to see.

She heard the water turn off and she sat up, legs dangling off his bed. He opened the door and was caught of guard when he saw her.

His towel drooped low around his waist, and his hair looked like he had just run his fingers through it. He looked hot.

His brows furrowed together, and she tried not to stare. It was definitely a bit awkward for her, but he found it cute. The way she tried not to stare at his body, but couldn't seem to look away.

Her cheeks were bright red, and he couldn't help but smile at that. "Watcha doin' in here, sweetheart?" He asked, and she cleared her throat.

"I, uhm, I was going to show you something - a surprise. I got a surprise for you, I mean, I have a surprise for you." She spewed, rambling out words as fast as she could.

He chuckled and walked up to her, looking down at her with a small grin. "Alright, whats the surprise?"

She stood up from his bed, closing the gap between them. Their bodies were touching, and the back of her legs were flat against the bedframe.

"I uhm, I got a tattoo." She said, worried he would find it uninteresting. "It's the one you have right there." She poked the anti-possesion tattoo on his chest, her cheeks red as wine.

He bit his lip and smiled. "Oh, did you now? Come on, don't be shy. Show me, hun." He insisted, leaning down to meet her eyes.

She nodded, carefully turning around and lifting her shirt up. It was a few inches above her waist, in the center of her back. She had it done with pink ink, and it looked perfect.

His hands found her hips, pulling her closer to him. His hands rose up and lifted her shirt more, tracing his thumbs over the new, sensitive mark.

"That is adorable, sweetheart." He said, his breath hot against her neck. He nearly groaned when he saw her thighs squeeze together. He squeezed her hips before spinning her around, making her suck in a breath.

"Thank you, Dean. I got it, uhm, just for you." She mumbled, feeling a bit flustered. She was really happy he liked it, and she really loved the way his hands were touching her.

He grinned, tilting her chin up with his knuckle. "Just for me, huh?" His thumb caressed her cheek, his eyes staring down into hers.

She nodded, but before she could start rambling again he kissed her. She grabbed onto him, feeling the way they melted into each other.

He grabbed her and lifted her up, her legs wrapping tight around his waist. "Fuck, ive wanted to do that for awhile." He groaned, his free hand making its way up her shirt.

She smiled against his lips before pulling away. "Really?" She asked, and he looked at her in disbelief.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands meeting her thighs. "Of course, sweetheart. Hell, the second you saved my ass I wanted to make you mine."

She giggled, placing another quick kiss to his lips. "So why'd you do it now?" She questioned, her hands making their way to the back of his neck, running her fingers through his hair.

He smirked. "What, make you mine? Oh baby, it was getting harder to resist. And then you show me your new little tattoo, how was I suppose to control myself?" He teased, and she laughed even more.

He kissed her again before pulling her off and setting her down. "I'm gonna get dressed, and then how about we cuddle up and watch a movie or something?"

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After he got dressed, which was really just him putting on sweatpants, he scooped her up and pressed a kiss to her head. "Ya know, you are the coolest angel I've ever met."

She scoffed, pushing his chest back, pretending to be offended. "I'm a cupid! Not a full angel."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her neck, now. "Whats the difference? You both have wings, right?" He prodded.

"I make people fall in love! Angels do nothing." She protested, not a fan of the crappy comparison.

He put on a playful shocked face and gasped, "Did you shoot me with one of your arrows?" He questioned, and she shook her head rapidly, not a fan of this accusation, either.

Their playful teasing went on for hours, their laughter filling his bedroom. He didn't even care if it was one of her arrows that made him fall this hard, all he knew was that he was in love.

And it was amazing.

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A/N: this didn't turn out how I expected but it's still okay!! I hope you guys enjoyed!!

feel free to like, follow and reblog 🎀💗

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DONT WORRY GUYS.

Im gonna upload this week I swear.

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what do you call an american bee

a usb

This isn't funny.

(I snorted and accidentally started choking on my water, and then proceeded to start laughing because I couldn't figure out why I was laughing. I shed a tear. You're funny.)

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𝓔𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵

A/N: Hi everyone! This is just a short idea I've had in my mind... I might rewrite later. I know it's been awhile, forgive me if I'm rusty 😭

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Y/N

Pairing : Y/N X Dean Winchester

A/N: This was literally all inspired by that one part of Chihiro by Billie Eilish, where it's super high pitched (Makes me feel magical)

Warnings: Blood! Violence! Angsty! Fluff at the end!

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Her mind was clear, the sunlight dancing on her skin. As she twirled and spun throughout the grass, she hummed a relaxing melody.

The scenery was beautiful. A large pond circled by a small field, all engulfed by the rich forest. The ripe shades of green, the sound of nothing but an empty mind... It was all perfect.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, two hunters were closing in on her. They knew they were looking for a witch, they just didn't expect someone so... mystical?

"Don't do it, it could kill her." Sam whispered to his brother. Dean wasn't listening as well as he could have been, all of his attention drawn to her. He sighed and shook his head.

"She'll be fine."

Suddenly, she stumbled forward, a seering pain in her abdomen. All of the sound was gone as she stared at the blood seeping from her belly.

It all unfolded in slow motion, getting shot and then tackled to the ground, a blade digging into her neck. Her ears were still ringing, but she could hear the faint sound of yelling.

"Awh, sweetheart, don't look so surprised. You knew this was comin'." The man on top of her hissed. Her eyes were wide, shock evident in her features.

The taller man stood behind him, staring down at you with guilt. Her attention was pulled back to Dean as he pushed the blade deeper into her skin, tearing the surface and leaving a line of crimson.

The sun seemed to burn brighter as he barked at her, demanding answers to questions she couldn't answer. "Don't be shy, doll. We need answers and we need them now!"

She bit her tongue, tears welling in her eyes. Dean just scoffed and adjusted the blade in his hand. "You did this to yourself."

He cut down her arm, a deep, deep slice all the way down her forearm, reaching her palm. She screamed, and the energy in the forest shifted.

Birds flew from their trees and animals scattered away.

Her hand latched onto his, squeezing it hard enough for the blade to cut into his hand. "What the hell?" He spat.

"Dean, run!" Sam shouted as he pulled his brother off of the girl.

In near seconds she was on her feet, the knife now in her hand. She approached the taller man, grabbing him by the collar and pressing her forehead to his. He collapsed without another word.

Dean grunted on the ground, struggling to get up. "What did you do to him, bitch!" He yelled, but she wasn't finished.

She twirled the blade in her fingers as she turned back for the other Winchester. When she met him, she sunk the blade into his shoulder.

Now, she was on top of him. Only now did he realize her eyes were a glowing white.

"What do you want from me?" She seethed, her face meere inches away from his. "Get off me, you bitch!" He retaliated.

She twisted the handle of the knife, sending sharp pains throughout Dean's body. "We just wanted to know if you're the crazy lady handing out wishes!" He spat, and she froze.

Her eyes flickered, returning back to their normal Y/E/C. "What about my wishes?" She whispered back, an uneasy expression weary on her face.

"They're killing people, lady! Don't you get how sick that is!" He hollered, finally gaining the strength to shove her off.

She didn't move, sitting absently on the grass. He looked down at her, anger bubbling within him. "Whats the matter, huh?"

"Thats not what I wanted." She murmured. When her eyes met his, they were glossy and sad. His jaw ticked and he gave in.

"Wake up Sammy and we'll sort it out."

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They were sitting on rocks that surrounded the pond. The silence that surrounded them was suffocating, like a pressure that kept squeezing her.

Turns out, demons don't like magic very much. Every wish she granted was one life taken. She thought she was doing good, helping people get what they needed... only to find out some asshole demon was ruining it.

Each person whose wish came true ended up getting killed - and tortured - by a demon.

She sat with her knees to her chest, picking at the fabric of her pants. Sam cleared his throat and gave a lopsided smile.

"It's not like you could've known. It's not your fault that this happened." He tried, but she just shook her head and got up, wiping tears from her eyes.

"The last wish I granted was to a little girl. We have to find her, we have to make sure she's safe."

The brothers nodded and she followed them back to the Impala. The car ride was pretty quiet, only the turned down radio in the background.

Dean couldn't help but stare at her. He even adjusted his mirror so he could get a better view.

She was just trying to help people, he thought. She didn't deserve this. He could tell that she was a kind person, the type of person he would usually tease, but circumstances were different.

He felt nothing short of horrible.

When they arrived at the girls house, it was dark. The pair snuck her inside so she could reverse the spell. She stood over the girls bed with tears spilling from her eyes.

"One day your wish will come true. I'm sorry it's not today." She whispered, placing her fingers against the girls heart.

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Dean insisted she stay at their motel, as it might not be safe for her. Sam was out on a food run, leaving the two of them alone.

"It's not fair.." She mumbled, sitting at the edge of his bed. He turned to her and raised a brow. "You'll get used to it, demons are nasty sons of bitches."

She just looked up at him and frowned.

He thought his heart melted.

She had such beautiful eyes, and her skin seemed to glow. He took a moment to really process her and all of her glory. She really just wanted to do the right thing, help people.

She was right. It wasn't fair.

He walked over and held out his hands, giving them a gentle shake so she knew to grab them. She did, and he brought her to her feet.

"What are you doing..?" She huffed, and he smiled, wrapping her in a hug. "You look like you could use one."

She let out a strained laugh, nestling her face into his chest. "Thank you, Dean."

He pressed a kiss into her hair, soaking up the moment.

It wasn't often that you found genuinely pure souls in his line of work. Everyone had a motive, some sort of agenda to work behind, but her? Not one in sight.

Just a heart of gold, a beautiful mind, and an even prettier smile. He exhaled and held her tighter.

He liked this one, and he hoped to keep her.

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A/N: Sorry it's so short and sad 😭 I didn't even know it would take that turn 😭🤣 Let me know if you want a more romantic part two! I hope you all enjoyed it <3

Feel free to like, reblog and follow!! <333

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Hi everyone!

Sorry i didnt post this sooner! Ive been taking a break for a long time. I’ll be gone for another month most likely!

this time of the year is just super busy for me.. Im so sorry for not notifying you all sooner :(

i love you all!!!! ♥️😭🤞🏼

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have you ever dyed your hair?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? If so what colors and how many times, if not then what's your favorite spn character BUT it cannot be one of the main characters.

(i don't know if I can ask two questions but 🤨👌)

HEHE Hey bestieee <3

I have dyed it before ONCE, I dyed the underneath purple but it ended up being so dark that it just looked black... erm... but I try not to dye it anymore because bleach scares me, and I would never forgive myself if I messed up my natural color lol

and UGHGHHHHJHJHJH you really said I couldnt pick a main character... Actually wait that's kinda easy, Rowena slaps so hard and I love her.

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do u like tapestry?

I love tapestry OMG, I have three in my room but I'm broke so I can't get more lol

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cats or dogs

do u have any pets

I don't know which I prefer, I love big dogs but I also love cats.

I have three cats at my house and one cat and dog at my sisters house. :)

Thanks for asking!

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yes. <3 anything. <3

Reblog if you'll PUBLICLY answer anything in your ask right now.

Im game

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pookie i just read ur latest hotch fic bro pls write more for him i beg 😭🙏

ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖

A/N: Your wish is my command <3 I hope you enjoy it! This one is more wholesome so let me know if you want something more spicyyyy-

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Reader Y/N, Jack Hotchner, BAU team

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X Reader

Warnings: Jack is lost at the beginning and Hotch saves them ,but just a lot of fluff after. (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: You didn't expect your day to begin with finding a lost kid, but it wasn't exactly a bad start...

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Y/N was enjoying a morning walk, the beautiful scenery of the park relaxing her. It was a crisp day, a cool breeze gently brushing through the leaves.

Suddenly, a young boy - maybe around the age of six or seven - ran up to her, a worried glint in his eyes. "I can't find my dad," He murmured, looking around and scratching his neck.

"Oh, uhm, okay. Do you need help finding him?" Y/N asked, a nervous panic bubbling up within her. The boy nodded frantically, picking at his nails.

She took a deep breath, realizing that she needed to stay calm to keep him calm. "Okay, I can do that. What's your name, sweetheart?" She questioned as she crouched down, meeting him at eye level.

He allowed her to take his hands, holding them carefully. "Jack. My dad was with me, but then I walked off and he was gone." She nodded along as he spoke, making sure he understood she was listening.

"Alright, Jack, why don't we walk around and look for him, okay?" She offered, and he nodded again, already studying the area around him. They walked around for a minute, Jack calling out for his dad every few seconds.

A man walked up to them, a small smile on his lips. "Hey, buddy. We were lookin' everywhere for you." He ignored her presence, only focusing on the boy. She instinctively pulled him back a bit, hunching over a bit to speak to him better.

"Do you know him, Jack?" She asked him and Jack shook his head. The man cut in, now reaching out to grab the boy. "I'm his dad's friend. Come on, Jake."

Jake.

She pulled him behind her back, shielding him with her body. "No, I think he should stay with me." She started walking backwards, Jack stumbling back with her. She was holding his wrist - maybe a little too tight - not letting the man get closer.

He kept walking towards them, insisting he take Jack with him. Out of the blue, a man jogged over and stepped in front of her. He grabbed his wallet out of his pocket and flipped it open.

"Agent Hotchner, FBI. Can we help you?" He nearly spat at the man, staring down at him with a cold gaze. The guy stepped back, clearing his throat and raising his hands. He mumbled something incoherent as he stormed off.

"Daddy!" Jack beamed, running out from behind her and hugging the agent. He wrapped an arm around him and smiled, planting his hand on top of his head. "Hey, buddy. You okay?"

Jack nodded and pointed at the young woman. "She helped me from the bad guy, daddy." He explained and she let out a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put him in danger. I was just trying to help."

The man smiled and stuck his hand out. "I'm Aaron, thank you for looking out for him." She accepted his handshake and smiled, still a bit hesitant. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you. And of course, I'm glad you found him."

She gave an awkward wave and turned to walk away, but Aaron cleared his throat. "Hey, actually, do you want to hang out with us for a bit?" He offered, and she noticed how Jack's face lit up. She let out an airy laugh and shrugged.

"Sure, why not."

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They had spent the day talking and playing with Jack. He was a bit shy at first, but once they started tossing a soccer ball around he came out of his shell completely.

After soccer, Jack heard an ice-cream truck and begged his dad to get some. He agreed, and he paid for all of them to get popsicles. When Jack went to go run around - both of them now keeping a watchful eye - she insisted she pay him back.

"It's just ice-cream, Y/N. You don't have to worry about it." He chuckled, throwing the sticks into the trash. Her cheeks were a bit flushed, unreasonably embarrassed about the situation. "Are you sure? I mean - we just met." She argued, and his smile grew.

"Yeah, but a favor for a new friend doesn't hurt." He flashed a grin at her and she bit her lip, a laugh slipping out. "Okay, okay. I surrender." She joked, and they continued on with casual conversation, moving to sit down on a bench.

Out of curiosity, she asked about his job and she was dumbfounded. He explained cases they've worked on and briefly explained some of his co-workers.

"Wow! That sounds horrible!' She snorted, non-stop giggling as he told her about an average work day. He couldn't help but laugh along with her, her radiant smile becoming contagious.

"It's not for everyone, that's for sure, but it's nice being able to help people." He explained and she nodded, her laughter subsiding. They continued to chat about it, and she lit up with excitement when he mentioned a case she knew.

"I listened to that on a podcast! You solved that?" She beamed, and he nodded, finding her joy adorable. "Yeah, it was a challenge." He added, and they compared what they knew about it.

She quickly cleared her throat and nudged him with her knee when she noticed Jack running up to them. He rambled about a cool bug that he saw for a bit before Aaron's phone rang. He excused himself and took the call.

He came back and Jack was noticeably bummed, and she had a guess as to why. "I have to go, we just got a case." He sighed, and she nodded, standing up to give him a hug goodbye.

"It was nice hanging out with you. If you want, we can exchange numbers and maybe... hang out again?" She prodded, and Jack nodded rapidly, making both of them chuckle.

"Of course, I'd love to."

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Emily and David were chatting by JJ's desk, waiting for her to return with snacks. They were planning to watch a movie in the conference room with the rest of the team. It was their day off and they felt like they earned it.

Emily glanced over when she noticed a young woman looking around, appearing to be lost. She had a visitors badge clipped onto her shirt. Both the agents noted that she looked nice, as if she was going out.

"New agent?" Rossi asked, and Emily shook her head. "No, she might be here to see Strauss, or Garcia because of that seminar thing she did." He raised his brows and flattened his lips, a nonverbal sign of agreement.

Emily walked over to her, gently tapping her shoulder. "Hi, are you here to see someone?" She asked and Y/N looked up at her, an awkward smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, actually. Uhm, is Aaron here?"

The agent's eyes widened, now reciprocating her smile. "Yeah, his room is up-" She started but was cut off by Aaron's door swinging open. "Hey, Y/N!" He had a huge grin on his face, waving her over.

She gave a quick goodbye to the agent in front of her before happily speeding up the stares, quickly getting engulfed in a tight bear hug. "Aaron! I missed you!"

He ruffled her hair and invited her into his office, now leaving them behind closed doors. JJ was now in the room, jaw nearly on the floor. "Did you guys see that?" She asked, and both Rossi and Emily nodded, confusion evident on all of their faces.

Shortly after, Derek, Penelope and Spencer all walked in, arguing over what movie the group should watch. Spencer raised a brow when he noticed the hushed conversation between the trio in front of them. "What are you guys whispering about?"

After explaining the situation to the rest of the gang, everyone was coming up with their own theories. "Wait, what about movie night?" Garcia gasped, and Morgan chuckled. "Babygirl, seriously?"

Aaron and Y/N stepped out of his office, laughing and whispering to each other. The two made their way down the stairs, seemingly oblivious to the group not too far away.

Aaron's alarm went off on his phone and he reached into his pocket. "I'll meet you by the elevator," He stated, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She nodded and left the room, the glass door blurring her a bit as she walked away.

He turned and now realized the group that had been staring him down. He took a minute to think of what to say, shrugging and rubbing his jaw.

"Sorry guys, I have my own movie date planned." He admitted, quickly making his way out of the room. "Don't worry, you guys will get to meet her another time, shes the best." He added with a smile, something the team didn't often see.

Once the two disappeared down the elevator, Spencer scoffed in amusement. "He smiled" David nodded, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Love is in the air."

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoy! Let me know if you want a part two - of like when they're at the movies-

Feel free to: Reblog, like, comment, follow and send requests!

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𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍

A/N: Hi everyone! This is a requested story (If you look on my page, its the angel!reader one :) ) I hope you like it @fruitmilkshake !

Characters: Angel!Reader Y/N, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester

Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader

Warnings: Angels, Demons, toxic ex-relationship, violence, angelic powers, abduction, death scare, angst with a happy ending, clingy-ish reader, slow burn, fluffy ending (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: After a bad break-up, you run to your closest friend. You knew he had company, but you didn't know you'd fall head over heels for a Winchester.

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The brothers were minding their business, Dean cleaning his guns and Sam working on his computer. Castiel was sitting and talking to Dean about an odd feeling he's been having.

"Something is not right... I've been sensing it throughout the week. Dean, I think something is wrong." He explained, waving his hands around his lap.

Dean shook his head, pointing a disabled gun at his friend. "It's nothing, Cas. You're just bein' a paranoid son of a bitch." He nodded and stared his lap, processing Dean's words.

Suddenly, he felt a wave of energy overwhelm the room. He sensed it before the brothers did, a loud screeching burning their eardrums. Sam's laptop screen shattered, along with all the dishes in the sink.

Castiel took a moment to stand up, a force nearly holding him back. Accompanying the deafening sound was loud bangs at the door. He swung the door open and suddenly everything went silent.

Dean jolted up from the bed, gun in hand. Sam turned and grabbed his knife, standing next to his brother. They couldn't see past Castiel's shoulders, but they noticed how his demeanor softened.

"Y/N?" He breathed out, forcing you into a tight hug. "What happened?" She pushed him away, hot, rage filled tears streaming down her cheeks.

"I need help." She muttered, wiping her eyes with the back of her wrist. He nodded and pulled her into the room, closing the motel door behind them.

After a lot of explaining, Sam and Dean finally came around to her. "So, you're an angel, you were dating a demon, he's crazy and now he's trying to... Kill you?" Sam summarized, raising a brow.

She nodded, holding eye contact with the man. He cleared his throat, a bit uncomfortable. "Okay, so what the hell are we supposed to do?" Dean scoffed, tossing his phone onto the nightstand.

His brother glared at him, trying to be empathetic with her situation. Her fists balled, nails pressing hard into her palm. "You aren't gonna do anything. I came here to be with my friend. Not you." She remarked, standing up moving away from them.

Sam stood up and came to her side, pressing a reassuring hand to her shoulder. "Hey, we can help you. We've dealt with way worse than a crazy demon." She pushed his hand off and scowled, brows furrowed tight.

"Castiel, are you going to help me, or not?" She asked, ignoring the brothers completely now. He nodded and stood up as well, standing incredibly close to her.

"Of course, you have my word."

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Sam was cooking breakfast in the bunker. They had returned home from a case the night before, beat up and exhausted. He figured this would lighten the mood.

Y/N had been going with them, and honestly it wasn't terrible. She was a great asset, always healing them when needed. She was a lot stronger than Castiel when it came to their powers and she understood social cues better, which they all liked.

Sometimes, she would still get a bit confused with the brothers slang, but she was overall really smart. She had been around for thousands of years, with the same body and same age. She had seen horrific crimes throughout her life, slowly losing faith in her human companions.

Sam was different though. Both of the brothers were different, but Sam consumed her mind. His personality, his smile, and oh god, his kindness. He was so generous to everyone, even to her, and she adored it.

"Hey, Angel. How'd you sleep?" He asked her, dragging her away from her thoughts. She smiled and walked towards him, wrapping her arms around him and resting her head on his back. "I don't need to sleep, Sam. You know that."

He chuckled and nodded, clicking the stove off. "How could I forget." He joked, turning to wrap his arm around her. She picked up a piece of potato from the pan and ate it, giving him a grin. "Delicious, tastes like nothingness."

Dean cleared his throat in the doorway, raising a brow suspiciously. "Hey, lovebirds." He muttered, still a bit tired from waking up. Sam's cheeks warmed and he patted her arm, "We're just friends, Dean." He responded, moving away from her and serving the food.

She felt a small pit in her gut. Unsure as to why, she brushed it off and sat down with them, something Castiel made her do to be "a part of the family."

They chatted about the case, but her angel companion made the conversation short-lived. "Has Kedron interacted with you at all, Y/N?"

She stiffened, giving him an awkward look. "No... We can talk about this privately, if you wish to continue." She mumbled back, earning a concerned look from Sam.

"We're here to help, too. We are all going to be involved in this fight." He told her, engulfing her hand in his. He gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed her hand.

"Yeah, okay. Fine, but I don't want you getting hurt." She murmured and he smiled. Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. "But I can?" The table broke out in a small fit of laughter, Y/N clarifying that she wants everyone to be safe.

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"Cas, this was a bad idea!" Dean hollered, his head slamming into the pole he was tied to. All of them were tied up, Dean doubled-down inside of a devils trap.

Sam was half conscious, and Castiel was only restraining himself because a blade was being held to both the brothers throats. Y/N was knocked out, a man circling her like she was prey.

"I've missed this..." He cooed, twirling a knife in her hair. Sam lulled his head to the side, groaning quietly. "Get away from her." He muttered, squirming against his ropes.

Kedron laughed, an obnoxious sound that made the brothers cringe. He pranced over to Sam and nodded to the man behind him. He yanked the Winchester's head back, a firm hold on his hair. A guttural sound left him, bellowing deep from within.

"You, Sam Winchester... I've learned so much about you, and God! You make me sick." He spat at him, his blade tracing Sam's jawline. Behind him, Y/N was waking up, eyes fluttering open slowly.

Her pupils nearly disappeared when she realized what was happening. Kedron was slicing a line down Sam's chest while Dean and Castiel begged for him to stop.

The lights in the room began to flicker and explode, glass showering the ground. The demon lit up, a wicked grin highlighting his features. "Good morning, Sunshine!" He exclaimed, and she heard Sam struggling.

"What did you do to him?" Her voice was quiet but sharp, anger seeping through her skin. He just smiled, toying with the hem of her clothes. "Is he hurt?" She reiterated, and her answer was Sam screaming out in pain.

She watched over Kedron's shoulder as a man then moved over to Dean, cutting deep within his belly. "No!" She screamed, but he continued torturing them.

He was whispering something in her ear, but she was so overwhelmed, so furious. She watched as a man returned to Sam, sitting him up pressing a blade to his throat.

No.

Within a second she had blasted everyone back, freeing herself from her bindings. She brought the blade Kedron was holding to her hand, holding it with an iron grip.

She got on top of him, holding him by the throat. "You shouldn't bring a demon-killing blade to a fight. You buried your own grave." She growled before stabbing his heart.

After butchering everybody in the room, she finally reached a sense of control. She dropped the knife and ran to Sam, holding her hand to his chest to heal his wounds. "Sammy, answer me. Answer me, dammit!" She pleaded, tears welling in her eyes.

She turned when she heard a thud, adrenaline coursing through her body. Castiel nodded at her as he took care of Dean, letting her know she was fine.

She didn't feel fine. Sam wasn't waking up and she couldn't stop shaking. Her breath was shallow as she tried to heal him again. She couldn't focus, couldn't get it right. "Wake up, Sam!" She screamed, hard sobs following after.

He just laid there, motionless and stiff. She crawled backwards, repulsed by what she caused. "It's my fault... It's my fault." She choked out, her palms digging into her eyes.

She was crying so hard, coughing and choking on her own tears. Her eyes were swollen and bloodshot, shut tight as she cursed herself. It's all my fault, I killed him, it's my fault. She chanted in her head over and over again, tearing herself apart.

She gasped when she felt two strong arms wrap around her, pulling her flush with his chest. "Hey, hey... It's okay," Sam croaked, his throat incredibly dry.

"S-Sam?" She sighed in relief, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing him tight. She rambled incoherent apologies and other statements, but he just quieted her and did his best to soothe her.

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Y/N wouldn't leave his side, constantly making sure he was okay. Right now, he was in his room watching T.V and she was sitting next to him, fidgeting with the blanket.

She kept glancing over at him, as if to check he was still there. After this repeated for a good thirty minutes, he sighed and grabbed her arm, pulling her onto his chest,

"What are you doing?" She blurted out, pawing at his chest to push away. He hugged her waist tighter and chuckled. "Calm down, Angel. I'm just cuddling."

She nodded and instinctively started tracing the outline of his abs, her hand enjoying the warmth beneath his shirt. "Why?" She mumbled and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Because, it's not just your job to make sure I'm comfortable."

She raised a brow and maneuvered fully on top of him, his hands finding their place on her thighs. "But it is my job... I mean, I don't get paid for it, but it's my responsibility." She countered, and he smiled, resting his forehead to hers.

"And it's my responsibility to make sure you're okay, too." She tried to protest, but he continued. "Don't argue with me, just accept it." He finished, and she couldn't help but smile.

She reached her hands up and started playing with his hair, his smile growing as well. "Sammy, you know you're the nicest human I've ever met." She whispered, and he tilted his head. "Yeah?"

She nodded, a quiet giggle escaping her lips. "Yeah, you are, and I really like you for it." She added, and he chuckled. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, stroking her hair back.

"I really like you too, Angel."

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! This was my first angel reader fic, this took WAY longer than I expected and I am SO sorry. I didn't proof read it so let me know if there are any mistakes <3

Like, reblog, follow, and comment <3 :)

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A/N: Hi! This was third most requested on the poll! I hope you guys enjoy, it took me forever to think of a story OMG!

Characters: BAU Team, Reader Y/N

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner X Reader

Warnings: Soft!Dom Aaron, description of crime scenes, antagonizing, sensitive neck area, implied smut but no actual, teasing, lots of kissing towards the end, pretty cute ending, praise kink, spitting (spits into her mouth once), getting interrupted (they were just kissing, don't worry), (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: After getting on your new boss's bad-side, you face his irritation throughout your case. When you get back, however, it seems he's a better profiler than you thought.

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It was her first official day at the Bureau. She had been training alongside a different team for a few weeks before being sent to work with the BAU.

When she entered the conference room, she was greeted by a woman in a dashingly bright outfit. "Hi! I'm Penelope Garcia, technical analyst for the BAU. You're the new agent, right?"

Y/N nodded and shook her hand, a faint smile on her lips. "Hi, yeah. I'm Y/N Y/L/N." She stated simply, pulling out a chair to sit down. Penelope stepped out of the room for a moment, calling the rest of the team in.

One by one, they all piled in. Two other women came to shake her hand and she declined, passing it off with a joke. They didn't seem to mind, sitting down beside her and engaging in small talk.

The last person to come in was an older man dressed in a nice suit, clean cut black hair and dark brown eyes. She perked up, recognizing him immediately.

SSA Aaron Hotchner, BAU Unit chief.

"Y/L/N, good to finally meet you. We've heard great things." He complimented, reaching out to shake her hand. She gave a sharp smile, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Thanks, unfortunately I can't say the same about you." She set her hand on top of his, gently pushing it down to decline his offer. He noticeably stiffened, and the room filled with tension. "Excuse me?" He questioned, brows knitted tight together.

"I mean, you're practically a rogue agent. You're constantly under the microscope," She shook her head with a quiet laugh, "And from what I hear, you've always been off the rails, even with a stick up your ass."

Before Aaron could respond, Garcia interrupted, getting into the grimy details of a murder in Colorado. After the brief, everyone exited the room, leaving Y/N and Hotchner in the room alone.

His hand clamped down on her shoulder, squeezing tight as he leaned in behind her. "I advise you to stay in your lane. Keep that dirty little mouth of yours shut." He whispered in her ear.

She felt her breath hitch in her throat, heat rising to her cheeks. He patted her on the back before stepping out, returning to his office to collect his to-go bag.

She stood up and grabbed her bag from beneath her, already prepared for her first day. When she made it to the jet, she claimed a seat next to the blonde woman, who she vaguely remembered as Jennifer.

"Rogue agent, huh?" The older man in front of her asked. She studied him, his fingers in a triangle shape resting on the table, grey hair blooming within his black strands.

She grinned and nodded, leaning back into her chair. "I can't repeat what I've heard?" She prodded, tapping her foot on the ground. She knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but she didn't care.

As if he read her mind, he hunched forward and reciprocated her smirk. "Not if you want to last longer than day one. You may have heard some interesting things about Aaron, but I'm sure you've also heard that he doesn't take bullshit from anyone. Especially not from beginners."

She swallowed hard, feeling everyone's eyes on her. She tried to think of a witty response, something to drag her out of the pit she was in. Her brain paused when the same hand from before ruffled her hair, a stiff smile on Aaron's face. "I'm sure it was a mistake on her part. Right, Y/N?"

She nearly choked, reaching up to fix her hair. "Whatever helps you sleep at night." She croaked out, an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. Rossi just shook his head and 'tsked' in disapproval.

After another quick conversation about the case, Aaron paired everyone up. "Morgan, JJ, you check out the body. Rossi, Prentiss and Reid, set up with local PD."

After not addressing her, she raised a brow. She turned to face him, an annoyed look on her features. "What about me?" She questioned, and he gave her a smug grin.

"You're with me. We'll examine the crime scene." Was all he said, turning his attention back to the file. She slumped in her chair, glaring at Morgan when she heard him chuckle.

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"So what do you see?" He quizzed her, motioning towards the crimson stained kitchen. She studied it for a moment, chewing the inside of her cheek as she thought.

"Rage fueled kill. Blood painted on the walls, clearly over-kill. He doesn't like authority figures, this is the third he's killed this week." She explained and he scoffed.

"You aren't projecting, are you?" He asked her, and she froze. "What do you mean?" Her fists balled up, biting her lip to withhold any rude remarks she might let slip.

"You have issues with figures of authority. You tried to embarrass me in front of my team, and the whole drive here you ignored everything I've had to tell you." He stepped closer to her, his dark eyes boring into hers.

"If I had to guess I'd assume parental issues. You have a sharp tongue, a defense mechanism to keep people at arms reach. Should I keep going?" He had a stern, yet calm look in his eyes. She bit her cheek and pondered, unsure how to respond.

"You're uncomfortable." He noted and she raised a brow. "Am not. You're not as intimidating as you think, Aaron." She snapped back, and he stepped even closer, his face mere inches away.

"I didn't say intimidated, but thank you for letting me know that's how I make you feel." He smiled down at her, making her stomach churn. She turned on her heel and hurried out, slamming the front door behind her.

He chuckled and shook his head, walking out behind her. "Where are you going?" He asked and she crossed her arms, stopping at the end of the road. "Away from you." She muttered and he stopped a few feet in front of her.

"You're acting like a child. Get in the car, now." She huffed and brushed past him, ramming her shoulder into his as she went. He had to hold back from grabbing her and slamming her onto the car.

She slid into the passenger seat, throwing her feet up on the dash and sinking her teeth into their spot in her cheek. Aaron got into the driver seat and stared at her.

"I understand this is your way of defiance, but it's not amusing. Legs down." He ordered and she unwillingly obeyed. "Sorry." She spat, sarcasm creeping in her tone.

"Being a brat isn't gonna work for you, not with me at least." He warned her and she barely nodded, glancing over at him. She didn't know why, but she kind of liked it when he talked to her like this.

However, she couldn't help but want the softer side of him too. He felt her staring as he drove to the local police department, finding it cute when he looked at he and she turned away.

"You're a lot more shy than I expected." He told her, making her look away again. "Pardon?" She croaked, heat rushing up her neck. He set his hand down on her knee and his thumb rubbed circles against it.

"Nothing, just keep your act together."

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After the case, Y/N was waiting in Aarons office. They had tension all throughout the trip, getting her in trouble and now having to have a mandatory "behavioral conversation."

When he entered the office, he closed the door quietly and turned to face her. His face was stone cold, unreadable and harsh. She bit her lip and fidgeted in her lap, picking at her nailbeds.

He sat down in front of her and cleared his throat. "Is this what you wanted?" He questioned her, catching her off guard. "I don't understand?" She responded, her tone rising at the end a bit too high for her liking.

"I'm a profiler, Y/N. It's my job to study behavior. What did you think you would get by throwing tantrums?" His words made her squirm, understanding what he was referring to.

She didn't respond, looking down at her legs and trying not to drown in humiliation. He chuckled and stood up, making his way behind her. He slowly started to knead her shoulders, earning a quiet gasp from her lips.

"I know, Sweetheart. You just want to be a good girl, yeah?" He cooed, adding more pressure and making her moan. She nodded and squeezed her thighs together. "Th-this is inappropriate." She mumbled between quiet groans and he smiled down at her, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

"You don't seem to care about what's appropriate or not, don't start pretending now." He whispered and she melted, her hands clawing at her knees.

His thumbs pressed into her neck, pressing nerves within and making her recoil, an unexpected moan bellowing out of her. He quirked a brow and raised one of his hands around the back of her neck.

"Well, that was interesting." He remarked before squeezing down on the pressure points, forcing her to curl up, such an intense reaction from such a little gesture.

Incoherent whimpers and whines escaped her lips, her hand buried between thighs as she tried to gain friction. He chuckled and shook his head. "Needy girl."

He jerked her head back, forcing another moan out of her. Her mouth hung open, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed. He loomed over her, spitting into her mouth.

He took his hand away from her neck and spun her chair around, crouching down in front of her with a small smile. "Swallow, pretty girl."

She obeyed, nodding mindlessly as she did. He kissed the top of her knee and then stood up, gesturing for her to do the same. He cupped her cheek and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Go to your office, get all your paperwork done, and then come meet me back here." He looked so comforting, and he felt that way too. "Okay.. I can do that." She spoke barely above a whisper, still flustered from the situation.

He smiled and leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. She wanted more, but didn't say anything, just carefully pulled away and walked towards the door.

He grabbed her arm and brought her back to him, her chest flushed with his. "Use your words." He prompted her, and she bit her lip, a small smile of her own growing.

"Kiss me, please."

He leaned down and their lips met, a slow but passionate kiss. His hands slid around her waist and he crossed his wrists above her hips, bringing her impossibly closer.

Her hands cupped his cheeks and he smiled, the warm feeling of her palms making his shoulders relax.

Suddenly, Penelope and Emily barged through the door, David, JJ and Morgan not far behind them. "Dinner at Rossi's-" Penelope started in a cheery voice, but froze when she saw them.

Quickly, Y/N broke away from Hotch, her back to him as she smiled awkwardly. Emily's jaw was practically on the floor, and Garcia gasped.

"Oh my," She whispered, and Morgan glanced over her shoulder, quickly catching on to the situation. "Aaron. Hotchner. Gettin' some lovin' from the newbie is not something I expected." He teased and Y/N felt her face warming, something she was getting used to now at the BAU.

"Guys, it's not-" Aaron started but was quickly cut off by JJ. "This was not something I had on my bingo card this year." She joked as she sped away with Reid, who was quickly mumbling some facts about business hook-ups.

Following in suit, Penelope grabbed the door handle and apologized repeatedly. "Just come find us when you two are done." She said quickly as she slammed the door.

Aaron leaned down and snaked an arm around her, pulling her closer once more. "We'll catch up on this later." He said as he kissed her temple.

"Do I still have to do my paperwork?" She asked in a fake-innocent voice. "Absolutely," He said before leaving soft, bruising kisses down her neck. "But you can wait until tomorrow."

She rested her head back on his chest, breathy moans parting her lips. "That's not fair. I should get special privileges now." She pleaded and he sunk his teeth into her neck, making her gasp.

"You're a smart girl, you can do a little bit of work. I'll even reward you if you do a good job." He teased, squeezing her hip with his free hand. She giggled and moved his face up to kiss him, their lips easily melting together.

"Hurry up you two! This is Y/N's first cooking lesson!" Garcia yelled through the door. Hotch let out a quiet groan as he finally pulled away, placing a few more quick kisses all over the side of her face.

She giggled and hollered back, "We're coming!" He gave a playful tap to her ass and she waited for him to grab his coat before leaving. "I didn't expect that sleeping with my boss would make my co-workers like me so much." She joked and he raised his brows suggestively, collecting his stuff from beside the desk.

"We haven't slept together yet, but that's a great idea for dessert."

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! I finished this at three AM so I'm sorry if its a bit rushed or messy. This is my first Hotch fic so it took me a bit longer to get a decent idea.

Feel free to send in requests! <3 Like, comment, and follow :)

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I'm thinking of changing it to a mesh between criminal minds and supernatural because I want to start primarily writing criminal minds and SPN. Is this a good ideaaaa??

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A/N: It's summer! I figured I should write some summer fics <3 I hope you enjoy! Let me know if there are any errors <3333

Characters: The BAU team, Reader Y/N

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Warnings: just alll fluff, minor alcohol reference, FLUFF!!!

Summary: After a rough case, everyone decides to unwind with a nice slumber party - as Garcia would say - at the beach.

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Y/N loaded into JJ's car with Emily and Penelope, stuffing their bags into the trunk before her and Emily slid into the back seat, Penelope taking the passenger.

Jennifer was talking about her relationship with Will, and how generous he is for agreeing to stay home with Henry. "Well, hold up. Now that we're on the topic, have you and Reid made a move yet?" Emily questioned Y/N, earning an excited Oh yeah from Garcia.

"Seriously? Me and him aren't even together-" She tried, but the ball of energy in front of her wasn't having it. "That is the point! Oh. My. Goodness! Today, at the beach, you, you and him!" Penelope explained, flailing her hands around in excitement.

"Yeah, I mean you're gonna be lookin' all hot in your bikini. Might as well make a move." Emily added, making Y/N roll her eyes. "Guys, cut it out." She deadpanned, an annoyed edge in her voice.

"What's up? I thought you two liked each other?" JJ prodded. Y/N groaned and her shoulders slumped. "I'm not the prettiest girl in the world. I doubt seeing me in a bathing suit is gonna change his mind on that."

All three of the girls next to her gasped, a bit dramatized, and turned to face her. Jennifer looked at her through the mirror and gave her a 'Bitch please' look. "What? I'm just being realistic!" She tried to defend herself.

"You're being pessimistic!" Penelope argued, Emily nodding along with her words. JJ pulled the car over at the edge of a hill. Penelope raised a brow and stared her down, "The beach is down there? Are you serious? What part of no exercise do you not understand!"

The girls laughed and collected their stuff from the trunk. They were wearing their swim-suits underneath their t-shirts, not bothered to put pants over.

Y/N walked to the beach, stepping carefully around rocks as she made her way down the hill. She hopped down once she made it to the sand, then used her hand to shield her eyes from the sun.

Hotch and Jack were in the water, playing what seemed to be tag. Rossi was drinking wine underneath the fortress of shade they made, laying back in a comfortable chair.

Derek ran over to them, a huge grin on his face. "Hey ladies! Where the bikinis at?" He helped Penelope down and pulled her into a hug, then looking back to the rest of them.

"You're such a tease." Emily joked, following Y/N to the canopies. Y/N set her stuff down on her new-claimed chair and tossed her hair over her shoulder.

Spencer ran up to Morgan and Garcia, rushing to explain the cool rock he found. "It's sea glass! Look," He lifted the pink crystal up to show Garcia. "It's a natural piece of rock, and it gets it's glass like look from, from, uh-"

He started stammering when he noticed Y/N slip her t-shirt over her head, leaving her in a small, black bikini. He tried to continue speaking, he really did, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.

She was marvelous, curves and all. Morgan noticed and nudged his shoulder. "Ooh, someone has a crush." He teased and Spencer quickly turned his focus away from her. "I do not. Anyway-"

He continued to teach them about the importance and history of sea glass for a good fifteen minutes, Derek yawning comically every few minutes.

Y/N ran up behind them and jumped on Reid's back, hugging his torso tight. "Spence! Come on, let's go swim!" She insisted, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from his conversation.

Penelope gave Reid a thumbs up and then went with Derek to set her stuff down. Spencer followed her to the water, trying not to look below her waist. Jack ran up to her and they could see JJ scolding Hotch.

"You should've told me you were bringing Jack! I would've brought Henry!" She explained to him and he nodded putting his hands up in defense.

"Y/N! Can you swim with me!" Jack asked, and she crouched down, brushing her ass against Spencer's crotch without realizing. He stepped back, swallowing hard.

"I'm not the best swimmer, so maybe we should bring Spence with us?" She offered, and Jack nodded, taking her hand and dragging her deeper into the water.

Spencer turned and saw Morgan running after her, Jack's giggling growing. "What are you lau-" She started, but Derek lifted her up and ran her further out, throwing her far out into the sea.

She was screaming and cursing, laughter bellowing from everyone. Y/N was shivering as she ran out of the water, grappling onto Morgan and pushing him down.

Spencer was laughing hard, trying to cover his mouth with his hand to conceal his amusement. She glanced at him, a wicked grin tugging up the corners of her mouth.

She charged after the man, jumping on him like she had earlier. He caught her effortlessly and spun her around, dizzying her no doubt. JJ took out her phone and started recording, and David refilled his bottle of wine. "Young love." He said in a sing-song voice.

"Okay! Okay! Put me down!" Y/N begged relentlessly, kicking her legs and squealing. Spencer didn't want to, he liked being this close with you, but he gave into her requests and tossed her back into the water.

She shrieked and crawled out of the water as quick as possible, wiping sand off of her knees. Spencer studied her, his cheeks warming as he traced her body with his eyes.

"Hey, Lover-Boy! Get over here, we got sandwiches!" Derek called out to them. He looked down at her, a playful grin growing on his lips. They'd known each other for forever, accumulating a secret language over the years.

Race you? He asked with his eyes, and she bit her lip in agreement, her eyes twinkling. They started running, and he easily took the lead. Suddenly, she gasped and grabbed her knee, a low groan escaping her throat.

He turned and rushed over to her, crouching by her side. "Hey, what happened? Are you okay?" He asked and she shook her head. "I think I pulled a muscle." She explained and he frowned. "Let me take a look at it,"

When his hand met her calf, she grabbed it and pushed him face-first into the sand. "You can't beat me, Spencey!" She taunted as she ran towards the canopies, leaving him in the wind.

He stood up and jogged over as well, catching the sandwich Emily tossed at him. "That wasn't fair! You cheated." He bargained, and Hotch shook his head, Jack mirroring his actions. "That seemed pretty fair."

Y/N just giggled, reaching into the cooler for her drink. She preferred Truly drinks over beer or wine, the fruity taste more enjoyable in her opinion. She moved things around in an attempt to find them, but had no luck.

"Seriously? Did we forget my shit?" She all but whined. The sun was gonna start setting within a few hours and she wanted to end the night with a buzz.

Penelope looked over her shoulder, helping her search the ice-chest. "No, no, no. I swear I packed them!" She said as she aimlessly looked around.

"You can share my wine, and that's a limited time offer." Rossi proposed, fake cheering his glass in the air. She just shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek as she tapped her hip.

"Oh! In the pink ice-chest! I left it in the trunk, I'm sorry!" JJ cleared the air, shoving her phone into her top - a make-shift pocket. "I can go with you to get it if you want?"

"I'll go with her." Spencer offered, nearly cutting JJ off. "Oh, yes, yeah. You two go ahead." She said as she waved them over to the hill trail.

Y/N made small talk as they walked up to the car. She was walking in front of him and he found it quite tantalizing, having to divert his eyes somewhere else every few seconds.

When they reached the car, she popped the trunk and Spencer raised it. She unlatched the cooler and hooted in triumph. "Yes! God, I can't live without these." She cracked open a can and took a swig, lifting it up and offering it to Reid.

"You know I don't drink, Y/N." He explained and she rolled her eyes. "Right, right. Can't believe I forgot." She said sarcastically, setting the drink down onto the trunk bed. "Also, you're carrying that. You're the strong one here."

Spencer scoffed and shook his head, finding her childish behavior amusing. Something else was on his mind though, something he wanted to do while she was still sober.

"Hey, Y/N?" He stepped closer, nearly trapping her by the car. "Yes?" She felt her heart flutter, the close proximity letting butterflies loose in her stomach.

Before she knew it, he had kissed her. It was soft and slow, his plush lips moving gently against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, more passion seeping in.

He pulled away, a boyish smile playing on his lips. "I've wanted to do that for awhile. I really like you, Y/N." He told her and she knew her cheeks warmed.

"I really like you, too." She said before kissing him again. He smiled into the kiss and then scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder. He grabbed the cooler and her drink in the other hand, beginning to walk back down the path.

"Put me down, Spence!" She squealed and giggled, his laughter only making hers grow. "This is what you get for throwing me in the sand!" He chuckled, bouncing her up his shoulder more for a better grasp. She yelped and then broke into loud fits of laughter along with him.

The group watched them as they came back down, shit-eating grins on all of their faces. "Finally," Aaron said. Morgan turned around and pointed at him, "I knew they had a thing for each other!" He exclaimed and the group broke out into their own laughter.

"We all did!"

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoyed! This was super fun to write! Leave requests if you have any <3 Follow, like and comment <33

[deanscherrypie420]

Hi! I wanted to ask your opinion about a escenario that i've had in my head for a long time ago now :D.

Imagine; So... The reader is an angel in a human body, who has lived for a long time thanks to her inmortality and her ability to keep her same apperience. So, she met this demon a long time ago, and she falled in love with him, and They spended almost an eternity together, but after almost a decade of their relationship, the reader starts to realise that this demon isn't good for her, so she breaks up with him (this happened in the same time when Dean and Sam were adults, like... In season 12) and then she meets Sam, and she starts a friendship with him that ends up on both of them falling in love, so the reader is now in a relationship with Sam, but her past still haunts her, because she knew that the demon she loved didn't really like the idea of leaving her....

So.... Yeah, It's too weird, but.... Yeah :D, what do you think?

Hi! Wow! For some reason the idea of an angel reader like.. never crosses my mind but THIS? Honey I feel inspired. I really like this idea! My only tweak would be that the reader knows the Winchesters a bit before the break-up/ Just so that the boys have an idea of who she was dating as well, and it could add a dynamic to Sam liking her.

This is really creative and I love it! Feel free to reach out and let me know you if you write it/want me to! <3

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Demons Blood - Part Five

A/N: So sorry it took so long for part five! I hope you guys like it <3 I'd read the previous parts on my page for more context :) they are a bit further down... ENJOY! (There is a bit of a gap between this chapter and the last chapter, BUT IT WILL BE FILLED!!)

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader Y/N, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Bobby

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Warnings: Angst, arguing, crying, physical altercations, mentions of past sexual actions but no actual smut, demons, devils trap, alcohol, drinking, heavily intoxicated reader, injuries, (Let me know if I missed anything!)

Summary: You were born a demon. You don't know why, but you have demon blood in your veins. You've lived with Bobby since you were little after your father abandoned you. The Winchesters have been accompanying the home for awhile now, and the tension between you and the older Winchester is undeniable.

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The sound of the front door opening startled Y/N awake, pushing herself off the couch and knocking over a book in the process. She rubbed her eyes as the men stared at her, the taller one striding over to clean up the coffee table.

"Hey, you alright?" Sam asked as he picked up the book, closing it along with the rest and setting them down. She nodded and stretched her arms out, not bothering in small talk.

She stood up and trudged to the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of coffee from the pot. "Why'd you sleep on the couch, Sweetheart?" Dean questioned as Bobby went to the bathroom.

"Because I stayed up trying to figure out the case, Winchester." She snapped back quickly, not in the mood for either of the brothers. They nodded and Sam skimmed over the books, raising a brow as he read quietly to himself.

Bobby came back out and clapped her shoulder, giving her a gentle shake along with it. "You work yourself too hard, kid. Take a break." He instructed and she glared at him, clutching her coffee tighter.

"Get away from me." She spat, flicking her eyes to black. He stared at her in shock for a moment, the brothers in sync. He stepped back and raised his hands, walking slowly and nodding for the boys to follow him.

She bit her lip and cursed herself once they left, her knuckles whitening from her tight grip on the mug. She felt her rage boiling over, the feeling she has tried so desperately to conceal rising to the surface.

She screamed and turned, chucking her cup into the sink. It shattered into dozens of pieces along with a plate that was collateral damage. That was only the beginning. She ran her fingers through her hair and exhaled, trying to calm herself down.

Her attempt failed.

She stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her. She grabbed an iron rod from the burn-hole outside and made her way to the many junk cars surrounding the property.

Screaming and swearing was paired with each car she destroyed, broken shards and metal flinging from the scrapped waste. After a while of letting out her anger, she dropped her weapon and took a deep breath.

"I feel better now." She told herself, prancing back inside. When she stepped in, she was met by horrified faces. She bit her tongue and plastered a smile on her face - more for her than them.

Sam scratched the back of his head and coughed, an awkward sound bellowing from his throat. "Are you, uh... are you okay?" He asked and her jaw ticked, her grin straining.

"I'm perfect. That was actually pretty fun, you guys should try it." Sarcasm was evident in not only her tone, but her expression. Dean stepped closer to her, breaking the perfect line the boys were in before.

"Sweetheart, you can talk to us if something's-" He started, but she laughed. A hearty sound that confused the three of them. "I can talk to you guys? You guys keep secrets from me! Why would I trust any of you?"

That was all she said before walking over and patting his chest, "Keep dreamin', De." Then she was gone, retreating to the safety of her bedroom.

Bobby glanced at the brothers, an empathetic glint in his eyes. "She's changed..." He whispered, shoving his hands into his pockets. Dean nodded and Sam shook his head.

"I think I should talk to her." The older Winchester announced, earning skeptical glances from the other two. "Dean, I think you're the last person she wants to talk to." Sam explained.

Bobby evacuated, not wanting to be a part of the brothers scuffle. Dean straightened his posture, staring his brother straight in the eyes. "Sammy, I'm the one who pissed her off. I'm the one who lied to her. I'm the one who's been controlling her. I think I should be the one to fix it!"

Sam just shook his head and scoffed. "I doubt she wants to argue with someone who's been micro-managing her!" The protest seemed to bounce right off his brother's thick skull.

"I haven't been 'micro-managing' shit! I've been keeping her ass out of trouble!" Dean fought back, throwing his arms in the air in exasperation.

Sam shook his head again, looking up to take a breather. "That's what you say, but you know damn well it's more than that."

"What are you talkin' about, Sammy?" His brother questioned, moving closer, his pupils now blown.

Sam swung his arm out, motioning towards her bedroom door. "You're too damn stubborn to admit you're in love with the girl!" He shouted, and Dean nodded.

"Alright, Sammy. I'm going to talk to her." Dean finished, turning and striding away from his brother. Sam just stood there, a slightly amused laugh leaving him. "You know I'm right." He muttered.

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It had been an hour since Dean was supposed to talk to her. Y/N was listening in earlier, feeling bad that she had caused another disagreement.

She had been acting out recently. Upset with not only her family, but herself. She was so angry and she couldn't explain why. Part of it was because of Dean, she knew that. Another part was because of the secrets she still felt left out on.

But she didn't know why she was so mad at herself.

She dragged herself out of her thoughts and left her room, making her way down the hall to Dean's. She knocked on the door, the music inside fading as footsteps approached.

Dean opened the door, brows furrowed when he noticed it was her. "Hey, what's up?" He prodded and she paused. She realized she didn't have a plan; she wasn't prepared and didn't know what to say.

She thought for a moment, teeth sunk into her bottom lip. Her chin tilted up towards him, eyes locking with his. "Remember when you kissed me?"

She was shocked by her own words, fiddling with her hands as she waited for a response. He stepped closer, looking down on her. "Yeah, I do." His voice was gentle yet sharp.

"Did that mean anything?" Her voice was barely a whisper, a nervous edge in her tone. His eyes glistened with something new. She couldn't figure out exactly what it was, but it was soft.

His hand reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. He hugged her and tucked her head below his chin. His hand cradled the back of her head as he traced her back with his fingers.

"Yeah, it did." He replied, and she nodded into his chest, a new confidence growing within her. Y/N pulled away and cupped his face, leaning up to kiss him. He moved into the kiss, pushing her forward slightly so he could reach out and close the door.

The tension between them had snapped, finally giving into their hidden desires. As they wrestled onto the bed, she felt a weight lift from her shoulders, a weight only Dean could carry.

Kisses trailed up her neck, gentle bites following behind them. He needed this just as much as she did. He craved her, needed every inch of her. Needed to protect her and care for her.

He'd never admit to anyone, maybe not even himself, but he did truly love the woman beneath him.

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The morning glow seeped in through the curtains, waking Y/N from her slumber. She yawned and stretched out, arms and legs pulling away from her.

She gasped when an arm wrapped around her waist, tugging her closer to the man behind her. She inhaled the familiar scent of leather and Old Spice, a smile spreading across her features.

He mumbled something into her neck before planting a kiss on her cheek. "Morning, Sunshine." His voice was a bit hoarse, the morning edge full in his words.

"Morning, Dean." She responded simply, yawning again rolling over to snuggle into him. He placed another kiss to her forehead before getting up and dressing for the day. "Last night was fun." He joked, earning a cheerful eye-roll from Y/N.

"You were alright." She teased and he laughed loudly, comically running over to the bed and jumping on top of her. She squealed and tried to fight him off, but he smothered her in affection and kisses.

Sam knocked at the door, interrupting them and their banter. Dean groaned dramatically, forcing himself out of the bed once again to answer the door.

She couldn't quite hear the conversation but she got the gist of it when Dean's shoulders slumped, a sour attitude immediately clouding his mind.

"Hunt." He told her as he stuffed clothes into his duffel bag. She nodded and grabbed her clothes from the floor, dressing herself quickly so she could leave and get ready properly in her bedroom.

Before she left she walked over to Dean and swatted his ass, a cheesy grin on her face. She frowned when she noticed his bitter expression. "What's wrong, De?" She asked and he just glared at her.

She raised her brows, a sinking feeling in her gut. "Wow, okay. Talk to me you don't have a stick up your ass." She stated bluntly, turning on her heel and leaving the room.

He groaned and sat on the bed, resting his head in his hands. "Dammit." He cursed himself, laying back and staring at the ceiling. He thought for a long moment, trying to figure out where he would go from here.

He didn't want her to become his weakness or a leverage. He knew hunters didn't get domestic love. He knew normal wasn't exactly an option for him if he chose to keep this going with her.

He knew all the odds were against him, but he also knew he loved her, and he wanted to be with her. The only thing he didn't know, was whether loving her was worth the risk of hurting her.

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They returned to their motel after their hunt. Y/N had hurt her shoulder pretty bad, but refused to let Castiel heal it. Sam had patched her up pretty well, along with any other injuries the boys may have had.

They decided to go out to a bar to celebrate, an unusual call on Sam's part. As they got ready to go out, Sam said he would wait in the car for them.

"Dean, can we talk?" Y/N asked as she slipped her shoes on. Dean glanced over at her and fluffed his jacket out. "About what?" He responded, making her jaw clench.

She walked over to his bed and sat down on the side of it, patting the center for him to sit down. He complied and fell back onto the mattress, using his elbow as a headrest.

"I meant it when I asked if we meant something, Dean. When we had sex, did that mean something to you, or was it just a one-time thing?" She deadpanned, a serious expression across her face.

He bit his lip and forced out a laugh. "I mean, yeah. It was good, and you're really fuckin' hot." He tried joking his way out, and she knew what he was doing.

"I'm not playing around Dean, I'm serious. Are we something or not?" She reiterated the question, hoping that he would take her seriously for once.

He moved to lay on his back, his knuckles cracking as he flexed them. "Sure, Sweetheart. We're screwing around, why does everything have to be so cut-and-dry?" He prodded, and she shook her head.

Rising from the bed, she moved to her bag and grabbed a knife. She then squatted at the edge of the bed and carved something into the floor.

"The hell are you doing?" He asked as he sat up, staring down at her from the bed. She had a tight smile pulling up the corners of her mouth, twirling the blade in-between her fingers.

"Finishing the devils trap beneath your bed." She twirled around and set the blade down on the dresser. He laughed dryly and his brows raised. "Seriously?"

"I told you Dean, I'm not messing around. I don't like your little games and I'm not going to play them." She paused and gave him a shit-eating grin. "Have fun alone tonight. Hope you sleep well." She cooed as she grabbed her coat off the small dining chair and walked towards the door.

"Y/N-? Y/N, really?" He shouted after her, but she was gone before he could say anything more.

She spun his car keys around her index finger and then tossed them to Sam. "Wheres Dean?" He asked and she gave him a doe-eyed look, paired with a smirk.

"He's staying in tonight, not feeling too good." She explained as she hopped into the passenger seat. Sam seemed to accept that answer and drove them to the bar.

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When they returned to their room, she was seeing-stars-drunk. Sam helped her into the motel room and led her to her bed. Y/N's whines and protests filled the room, waking Dean up.

He rolled over and stared at her, then his brother. "What the fuck?" He questioned, sitting up and gesturing towards her. Sam shook his head, lips straight in a line and eyes wide.

"Hey, sweetheart. You feelin' okay?" He asked her, and she slugged over her mound of blankets to face him. Her face contorted and her bottom lip protruded to a pout.

"Dean... I'm sorry I trapped you here. I was just mad because, ya know, because you don't- don't like me." He was about to respond but she kept going. "Not the way I like you... I really like you. You just only like me for sleeping together." All of her words were slurred, her eyelids heavy and droopy.

Sam was standing there, tense and awkward. He motioned towards the door and his brother nodded, allowing Sam to excuse himself. Dean went to stand up to coddle her, but was forced back by the circle she put him in.

She quickly rushed to her feet, apologies spewing out of her mouth as she grabbed the knife to break the devils trap. Dean quickly moved to the edge of the bed in a panic. "No, hey, hey, lets not use a knife right now. Put it down." He pleaded, not wanting her to hurt herself.

She shook her head and sliced a straight line through the edge of the circle, continuing this multiple times to fully destroy it. Dean leaped off of the mattress and pulled the knife from her hand, tossing it to the side as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Dean, I'm sorry." She whispered to him and he kissed the top of her head. "Don't be sorry. Do not say sorry, Sweetheart. You did nothing wrong." He picked her up and carried her to his bed, holding her close the whole time.

"I'm sorry I didn't respect you. Why don't we talk about this more when you're sober, yeah?" He added as he stroked her head, feeling her relax next to him.

"I am sober... I want to talk now." She begged and he chuckled, shaking his head slightly. He lifted her up and moved her on top of him, now laying on his back. She immediately coiled around him, legs and arms squeezing him tight.

"No, you're not. Goodnight, Sweetheart."

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A/N: Hi everyone! I hope you liked this part! I know it seems kind of like an ending, but its nottt.... I think there will be one maybe two more parts! <3 If you liked this fic, check out the rest on my page!

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