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Hunted

Soulless!Sam x Reader (Drabble)

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It’s been three years since Sam lost his soul. In the beginning, it didn't seem like a huge deal. Sure it was at least in the top three things on your mental to-do list to get Sam back to himself but it was going on through bigger things. By the time Dean, who made it his number one priority, figured out a potential plan Sam was too far gone. The two of you plus Cas weren't fast enough to even try and fix his mind. You wouldn't think that a year with no soul would dement a person's brain so badly - or maybe you did and denied it. Sam disappeared shortly after you and his brother tried locking him in Bobby's panic room but after a month of looking for him, he started hunting you instead.

That was two and a half years ago since then you have been on the run from your own boyfriend. Except he wasn't your Sam anymore just like he wasn't Dean's little kid brother Sammy anymore. The hardest part of it all is you're running constantly from the man you love most, only because you don't know what he would do to you. Currently, you were staying in a motel room in Philadelphia but not for long you didn't feel safe being in one place for more than forty-eight hours. You had just emerged from the bathroom in your sweatpants and t-shirt when you sensed the shift in the room. Before your instincts could kick in and react, he already had you trapped and you knew it.

Sam has gotten you against a wall face first within seconds if not faster. There used to be a time when this position would be intimate and sexy, turned you on to no end. Times have changed, the heat of his body against yours gave you nothing but a thrill of fear up your spine. His hot breath against the back of your neck scared you more than anything else rather than giving you any excitement. You try to speak a begging word or a warning but his forearm is pressed so tightly against the side of your neck that you can't breathe. He chuckles low in his chest and it doesn't have the emotion he used to possess behind it.

”Choose your last words wisely.” Is the final thing you hear Sam Winchester say.

You choke out an ”I love you, ” and then the pressure on your throat is released suddenly. While catching your breath you turn to see Dean holding a limp Sam with Cas beside him, knife in hand. Sam was still breathing, and you all were back to square one.

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Bath Time

Sam Winchester x Reader (Drabble)

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Prompt: “I think I’m pruney enough.”

On a night after questioning multiple members of the family to the victim, who were extremely emotional, it was time to unwind. Normally you would take a quick piping hot shower and get to bed as fast as possible. But, you decided to treat yourself to a bubble bath in the tub this particular motel had provided. You made it back to the room before Sam because he had gone to a separate investigation with Dean. As soon as you had the robe off, you stepped into the tub and got yourself comfortable. You could hear the motel room door open and figured Sam would find you, it wasn’t like you made much effort for privacy. Just as you predicted, your boyfriend entered the bathroom.

“Can I join?” He simply asks with no questioning the odd position you were in, it wasn’t everyday you took a moment to relax in a bath.

“You can try.” You tease your oversized in every way boyfriend. He chuckles and takes that as a challenge, stripping his clothes off not bothering to hide his modesty. You scoot forward and he steps in behind you, easing his way down until you are sat against his chest, your legs in between his.

“This is nicer than I thought it would be.” Sam mumbles after a few minutes, you drop your head back onto his chest humming your agreement.

“Have we never done this before?” You ask, genuinely surprised that he hasn’t interrupted your bath time before. It seems you have been together for so long that everything starts to blur into each other.

“Nope, haven’t had a bath since I was probably two.” He answers, kissing the top of your head.

“Huh, I wonder why.” Nudging his uncomfortably bent knee with yours, snickering a little. If you were his size you probably wouldn’t find even the sight of a bathtub very welcoming, let alone appealing to sit in for an hour or so. Sam’s laugh vibrated against your back and you both settled in silence. The current case could wait, the two of you more than okay with holding your tongues about any questions of each other’s days. With Sam’s arms around your middle and your breathing syncing with his, you completely relax, letting the stress leave you for the time being.

The two of you sat for however long it took for your boyfriend to pass out behind you. It hurt to think about waking him if he was tired enough to fall asleep in a cramped up tub, so you tried to bare through the goosebumps forming over your skin in the lukewarm water. Eventually you had enough, and twisted to cup his cheek, softly saying his name until he woke up. It took him a second to gather his surroundings, not being the usual spot to wake up in. Once he realizes the position he is in he simply lets out a groan of a no, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist.

“ I think I’m pruney enough.” You say, slightly amused while showing your very wrinkled fingertips. Sam smiles before agreeing to get up, now you thought that was a good thing until you had the task of trying to dry him off before he got under the covers.

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The Fever

Pairing: Y/N/Luke

Rating: NC-All

Request: No

Words: 600+

Summary: Just a cute short one shot for ya’ll with da Luke feels

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Bundle of Joy

Dean Winchester x Reader (Drabble)

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Requested by @wayward-gypsy ; hope you like it!

Prompt: Birth of a child.

It felt like just yesterday you were sitting Dean down, literally, you made him sit down, to tell him you were pregnant. The two of you went through a wide range of emotions, probably every one that was possible. 

The first month or two was easy, once you had both made peace with the situation. You didn’t really feel much different at all, the only thing that changed was you taking prenatal vitamins every morning, and Dean scolding you if you forgot. Once in a while, you would get tired enough to take a nap even if it was only an hour after you woke up. When the second trimester hit, so did the hardcore all-day sickness. You scowled at anyone who asked about “morning” sickness. But at the same time, your belly was starting to grow. It was very exciting at first, to see your baby making progress, that was until trimester three hit. Then everything after that was discomfort, discomfort, and more discomfort. You could hardly get your own shoes on, nothing fit, and everything pissed you off. Especially Dean.

Now, after a whole forty-one weeks, you were finally in the hospital waiting impatiently to meet your baby for the first time. You had originally wanted to try a home birth, but you had done the research and saw that you would still need to find people to come to the home and help you. Picturing strangers coming to the bunker to help you give birth to a baby wasn’t the most comforting suggestion to Dean nor Sam. 

So with that being said, you had compromised to do it at the hospital, unmedicated. After a long and hard contraction, Dean had started mentioning the epidural he had “read about”.

“Y/N, please think about it again.” Your boyfriend pleaded, a little less casual and a lot more stressed than the last three times. You could tell he was getting more anxious at your painful groans as time progressed.

“I already have, and I still stand with my plan, Dean.” You grunted at him as another burst of pain came hardly a minute later. Last time you were checked they had told you that you were at a whopping seven centimeters. When they showed Dean the scale of how big that was he stared with a perplexed expression as his brain tried to wrap around the image.  

Within the next half an hour it was as if someone hit the fast forward button and a good three or four nurses and your doctor were ready to deliver this baby. During the pushes, Dean was amazing at hiding his anxiety as he helped you through the process, cheering you on and doing all the breathing in between right along with you. Looking back on it would probably make you tear up, but while it was happening you still loathed him for putting you through this pain, whether it takes two to tango or not.

The nurse later told you that you had pushed for about an hour and a half, but you would swear it felt like a week. 

As soon as you heard the first cries of your first child, you started balling and squeezing Dean’s arm in anticipation.

“It’s a girl! Congratulations!” 

You looked up at Dean who also looked down at you and locked eyes with a smile. Both of you already reading the name out in your heads together.

Charlie Marie Winchester. 

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Drabble Requests

If anyone has any for Sam or Dean Winchester, or I guess anyone from supernatural, just lemme know and I’ll try and do them, I’m bored.

PS: I’m very new at this so I’m trying to start small with my range of characters…

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Movie Night

Sam Winchester x Reader (Drabble)

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(REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!! Honestly, this is just fluff because Sam deserves it.)

Prompt: “Did you just smack me in the ass, with a banana peel?”

It was nights like these that almost made everything you both have been through worth it. Sam wasn’t tense, his smiles were genuine, and his laughs weren’t forced for someone else’s comfort. Dean had gone out and confidently claimed he wouldn’t be back till morning. Alone time was being completely taken advantage of and movie night was in full force. That was until you had the sudden desire to eat all the ice cream in the bunker.  

“Let’s go all out and make full-on banana splits.” You decided as you spotted the bundle of bananas on the counter that Sam definitely bought. He agreed and slid them over to you while he scooped the ice cream that you complained to was too hard to do yourself. 

“Does this mean I get to pick the next movie.” Your boyfriend teased, and then looked back down at his scoop job when you gave him an iffy face. When you were walking past him to toss away banana peels he muttered a comment about your bad taste in films. As a knee jerk reaction you went to smack the first thing you could, which was his ass, but you also still held the peel.

“Did you just smack me in the ass, with a banana peel?” Sam asked, with a confused smile on his face. You went to confirm his suspicion until you suddenly had a nose covered in ice cream. Your first instinct was to be mad, because it’s cold and sticky, and honestly a waste. But then you saw his face, the happy, carefree Sam that you only get to see so often, so you went along with it and laughed. 

After Sam cleaned off your nose, with his mouth, you topped off the banana splits. Both of you going back to the TV in your shared bedroom with bowls in had, not a thought about the impended cases that’ll be in the future. Just you and Sam, bowls of sweets, and movies that he’ll forever critique. Everything you’ll ever need.

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Took You Long Enough

Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam (Drabble)

Requested by @jonsey44 ; thank you for being my first request!!

Prompt: Dean and Y/N’s first kiss, they’ve had feelings for each other for a while, but were both nervous making the first move.

It was after a hunt, you and the boys did as you usually did and went out to a small bar in town. The only thing that was weird about this particular night was when Dean, of all people, turned in early. Now, it was just you and Sam sitting at one of the edges of the bar, talking about random shit. If you were honest with yourself, both of you have had more than you usually do, which made Sam prone to having loose lips.

“Why are you smiling like that?” You ask suddenly when you noticed how weirdly big his smile was getting.

“I don’t know, maybe because Dean left over an hour ago and every story you have told since then has included him.” Sam chuckled when you squinted at him after coming to the quick conclusion that he was right. 

“What’s your point?” You still scoffed at him.  

“My point is that you guys are so painfully obvious about your feelings for each other, but pretend they aren’t there.” He replies as if it’s the most annoying thing he has ever had to explain. Sam definitely had to have somehow gotten more booze into his system than you had because he spent the next ten minutes practically presenting evidence to his previous statement. You sat there in mild shock by his attention to detail for the next five, and then three minutes after that, you had walked yourself to the motel next door that you were all staying at. 

A tired Dean opened the door about to scold Sam for not having his key, but then he realized it was you. He went to speak until your lips were softly pressed against his, you were feeling bold, but that was slowly dwindling when he wasn’t kissing back right away. As you went to pull away in embarrassment it was as if Dean woke up because his hand went to the back of your head, holding you in place, and this was the kiss you had always imagined.

Once you slowly pulled away you were both slightly breathless, but still smiling like idiots. 

“This is no way a complaint, but can I ask what that was for?” He rasped, maybe he was actually asleep before you came knocking. 

You laughed lightly. 

“Your brother just opened my eyes to the fact that I am way more into you than I had thought, figured I’d take a shot while I had some liquid courage in me.” Dean smiled and before you knew it his mouth was on yours again. The rest of the night you guys spent laughing at how clueless each other were with kiss-swollen lips.

Later that night Sam finally came back to the room him and his brother were supposed to be sharing alone, but he saw you curled up asleep in Dean’s arms. When he looked at his older brother he noticed that he was still awake and mindlessly staring at the random movie on the cheap television. Dean’s eyes met Sam’s and he had the most relaxed and content smile on his face, Sam rolled his eyes.

“Took you long enough.”

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Drabble Requests

If anyone has any for Sam or Dean Winchester, or I guess anyone from supernatural, just lemme know and I’ll try and do them, I’m bored.

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Guardian Demon

(Imagine?)

Demon!Dean x Reader

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Prompt: Everyone has a guardian angel, except you. You have a guardian demon. He deals with things in a much more violent fashion, but much more effective...

(I saw this prompt while looking through my Pinterest and thought of good ole Dean Winchester right away, so here’s that, honestly it should be a Drabble if even omg.)

The city lights were dim as you walked down the sidewalk quickly away from your shitty bar shift. It was as if every douchebag and alcoholic was out tonight, and you were glad to finally be out of there. It was finally starting to cool off outside, which you were thankful for after being in a small place full of moving bodies. It was only two more blocks to your apartment building, and the street lights were getting more and more sparse. You were used to this, normally you’d just pick up the pace and get there as quick as you could. So that’s exactly what you did. 

As you were walking up the steps you heard a tussle of bodies and then a loud grunt, which made you turn around. All you saw was a middle-aged man lying unconscious on the concrete below you until you turned to the side and saw the one to blame for it. 

“What the fuck Dean?” You cursed, catching his attention.

“He has been following you this whole time,” He replies as if that excuses his actions, his eyes then roll when you continue to glare. “ I was letting him slide until he pulled this little number out.”

Dean then holds up the small knife that he probably used on the stranger. The dirty brown boots he is wearing clonk against the pavement as he steps over the body and up the stairs to meet you. 

“ I told you to stop going that far.” You still proceed to scold him, causing him to smile cheekily at you while flickering his eyes to black.

“It’s my job, sweetheart. Now, may I come in?” 

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Resistance: Part 3

Dean Winchester x OFC

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Detest /verb/: dislike intensely

- B o -

I woke up the next morning with my body completely disregarding the pillow boundary I had created the night before. My nose was smashed right up against Dean's shoulder and my hand was balled up on his chest. I slowly lifted my head, and looked at his sleeping face. Even in a deep slumber, his facial expression was troubled and guarded. The crusted blood on his temple that I somehow forgot to make him wash off did not add any softness to his hard features. As soon as I remove my forearm from his chest, his eyes blink open. I should have tried to pretend that I wasn't just studying his face, or I should have at least pretended that I had also just woken up, but I didn't. In fact, I didn't even look away or speak at first.

Dean swipes his tongue over his lips before he lazily smiles. "Mornin'."

"Morning." I breathe out and attempt to plaster the annoyed facade I have targeted towards him. A majority of the warmth leaves the bed and exposes my body briefly into the colder air when Dean leaves the bed. I remain in my spot for a few more minutes, my mind was in awe that it got a full nights sleep.

When I get downstairs, I have already gotten dressed for the day and fixed my hair. Dean is cooking breakfast as Riley sips coffee, and Sam is sitting at our kitchen table with his laptop on in front of him. I immediately go towards the steaming coffee pot which required me to squeeze myself between Dean's back and the counter. After I pour the coffee into my cup and leave it black, I make a face at the bacon that is sizzling and spewing grease in the pan.

"Oh, please don't tell me you're one of those health freaks too." Dean groans, and Riley laughs at him.

"Sorry, I would hate to die of a heart attack after all I have been through, seems a little anti-climatic." I reply and take a seat at the table across from Sam. Dean exaggeratedly rolls his eyes, making a point of stuffing bacon into his mouth in a detesting manner. Sam takes our suddenly small looking mug into his hand and downs the rest of his coffee. He proceeded to announce to his brother that he found another case not too far away. And he also adds that they'll just go ahead and head home afterwards since it is down that way.

I almost thought I might possibly feel a little bit of disappointment when he finished talking. I don't know if it was because something in me enjoyed having new faces around. Maybe it was because I was gonna miss having a chance at another full nights sleep. Or it was the gut feeling that it wasn't a good time for them to be leaving. I never voiced my thoughts that I had during this moment, because I knew they would never listen to that kind of thing. It takes them less than ten minutes for Dean to quit eating, and for Sam to pack up his computer and jackets that Riley washed for them. Riley also walks them both out to the car, I catch her kiss Sam's cheek while Dean wasn't watching before both men get into the vehicle. The pit in my stomach only grows stronger as I watch them drive away.

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It began with the screaming of the name "Sammy" before the visual of Sam Winchester trapped with long sharp clawed fingers wrapping around his throat interrupted the blackness. The image pulsates and the fluorescent green eyes over the Winchester's shoulder become suddenly noticeable. He seemed to be out of breath and his hand is twitching against the werewolf's filthy one. Every small flinching move of Sam's finger would cause the wolf to tear his claws further into the skin of his throat.

"Dean, don't!" said Sam, trying to be stern in his breathless state. After another pulse, Dean's livid and tense face appears. I could see Dean lunging for the creature that has his little brother at his mercy. Before the older brother could play out his attack another werewolf, out of nowhere, appeared. The monster took him down from the side before Dean even saw it coming. I felt like I was there with them, I wanted to scream, run to them, do something! It felt as if Dean was staring directly at me as the wolf tore into his stomach and then his cheek. Actually he was staring directly at me, and I could honestly swear he was mouthing my name with no sound.

I spun around to see if he was looking at anything behind me, and I wanted to fall to my knees. There laid Sam, neck torn to shreds, and a gaping hole in his chest where his heart should be. It was as if someone had turned the volume back on in my ears because I could finally hear Dean yelling. He was yelling for his brother even though he was being brutally injured at the same time. I wished so badly that I was able to take a step towards either of the men, but my mind had me planted in one spot. Once I had managed to make some steps, no matter how much I quickened my pace, Dean seemed to get farther and farther away from me.

He began shaking his head as he noticed me running towards him, everything had gone silent again. It didn't make me stop moving though. The thing that did stop me had no distinct face, they were something I saw a lot. I was pinned to the endlessly ebony colored environment, Dean still feverishly shaking his head. My airway felt like it was inclosing on it's self and I began to scramble at nothing. My vision got blurrier every time I blinked, but I could tell that Dean's fighting had weakened.

The last thing I could remember was a moment of clarity when I looked at Dean's bloody, dead expression before I heard another voice scream my name.

"Bo! Wake up!" Mine and Riley's heads almost clashed into each other's when I jerked awake. She has a reflex for moments like this where she automatically moves her's away as soon as my eyes open.  "What happened this time." She asks softly.

I suck in a shaky breath, pushing my flyaway hairs off my forehead. "I don't know, I've never had them feel so real before."

"Who was it?" Riley questioned, as she rested her steady hand over my trembling ones.

"I was watching Sam and Dean get attacked by werewolves, and I just couldn't save them no matter how hard I tried." I reply, sniffling. Riley nods slowly, it sounded like a normal nightmare for someone like me to have. "Riley, this one was different...it's hard for me to even believe it didn't actually happen."

"I'm sure they are totally fine, your mind probably just turned the thought of them hunting something as simple as werewolves into a horror show from the lack of sleep."  She tries to reassure me, but I still had the inkling that something wasn't good about this. I go to protest against her claim just as she shushes me. "I'll stay in here, try and sleep again." She commands, and then get herself comfortable beside me.

I huff and lay back down, when I close my eyes all I can picture is the look on Dean's face as he yelled for me and his brother. Then the image of Sam's lifeless, and heartless, body on the ground. As I laid there and relived that horrible nightmare, I tried to have a little bit of faith in someone out there who may have been listening. I hoped that those guys actually made it out of that hunt with only a scratch, or two. The thought of calling Sam or Dean also crossed my mind, but I also had too much pride to let Dean think I cared if they, in fact, were just fine.

"I can feel you over thinking this." Riley grumbles from beside me. I roll my closed eyes and turn my back to her. Before I can even think about trying to sleep again, there is a pounding at the front door downstairs. We both sit up and make our way down there together. Riley peaks through the peephole before she curses under her breath.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I have never seen her whip that door open so fast, and I wish she had been able to do it faster after I see what lies on the other side.

A broken looking Sam, and a bloody and beaten Dean leaning into him. Riley quickly lets them in and gets Sam to put Dean on the couch, she then glances at me and gives me the "why are our lives like this" look. I start springing into action when Sam is slicing away at Dean's layers of clothing, as he tries to show us where he knows the injuries are. Quickly threading a needle, I get on my knees beside the couch and start stitching up his wound, as Dean goes in and out of consciousness with Riley pouring alcohol on the slashes in his stomach. I vaguely register the small trying-to-be-postive sentences that Sam is trying to convince his older brother about.

Once the stitching becomes the only job left, Riley takes the rubbing alcohol and starts assessing Sam's needs. Dean lets out a loud pained groan at one particular stitch that I put through him.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." I stumble out words, apologizing for the pain and because I never spoke up before they left for this hunt. If I could have truly just tried to stop them, I could have stopped this from happening. If me and Riley would have followed them like Riley had suggested earlier, we could have helped. But we didn't do any of those things, and now here I am sewing up a man I met just days ago, his blood all over  my hands and probably the couch.

"Okay, you're pieced back together, here is your reward." I put the bottle of whiskey that is with our first aid materials to his lips and lets him drink as much as he desires. As soon as the liquid is down his throat, I can see him use his last bit of determination as he drops his head back.

I stand up, giving Dean one last look to make sure I had not missed anything, and go to wash myself off. I shake my head and squeeze my eyes shut tight for a moment, as the nightmare scenes coming flooding back to me when I see the blood washing down the drain.

Looking at Dean's bloody, dead expression. Him yelling my name, shaking his head violently to stop me from coming to him. Seeing and hearing the pain in his voice as he screamed for his little brother to be okay. Not being able to help them. Watching the aftermath of both Winchester brothers dead, and not coming back.

"Bo. Are you done?" I snap out of my daze when Riley asks if I can get out of the way so she can get a shower set up for Sam. I nod, moving out of the way, and go to the living room. Dean is officially passed out on the couch, I take his shredded clothes and toss them away, making it so at least there was a minimal amount of blood left around him.

I take a silent seat in the recliner across from the couch, and close my eyes, feeling more relaxed, and more like I had the night before. Secure, and at a peace of mind, knowing that they were both okay without knowing why that was so important to me.  I fall asleep in a cramped balled up position on that chair, slightly registering the sound a shower starting, and a quiet snore from the man across from me.

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Ugh, this was short, but I rather it be a quality short chapter than a long forced chapter, so oh well.

Thanks for reading!

-Sam

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Resistance: Part 2

Dean Winchester x OFC

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Loathe /verb/ : feel intense dislike or disgust for.

- B o -

My wrists were raw, and my arms finally stopped buzzing with pins and needles and have gone to no feeling at all. Except for the fact that the dead weight of them felt even heavier. Any blood on my skin was now dry and crusted into patches. The room was silent, but it made me feel less alone than I would with sound. I guess it turned out that Sam and I were slightly underestimating how many vampires were in the nest. I can briefly remember sneaking into the old home with Riley slightly behind me. I can still hear her yelling out for me when I had my back turned. I still feel the scrapes around my waist and the grip marks up and down my torso from where I struggled against the son of a bitch. Despite all of that, I am unable to shake the anxiety of not knowing if Riley is okay. Without being able to resist the pain surrounding me, my brain decides to end its thought process, and it's lights out.

- D e a n -

I didn't know what time it was when Sam was repeatedly pushing me to wake up. At first, his voice sounded muffled and far away, but as the words started to comprehend in my mind, I was wide awake.

"What did you just say?" I bark out at him with the gruff voice sleep tends to give me. Sam scoffs and rolls his eyes, he must have figured I hadn't been totally aware the whole time he was speaking.

"Bobby called," He gives a pause to see if I'm really listening this time, he continues when I give a nod. "The girls, Bo and Riley, haven't called him back since before going into the vamp nest." I make a hand gesture to give off a "what is your point here?" message.

"Jesus Dean, he's worried about them, it's been a few days and he wants us to check everything out since we're closer." After that, it takes us about fifteen minutes to get on the road and back towards that small, dreadful town. Sam rattles off directions here and there to get us where we are supposed to be, and we are at our destination by the evening.

By the time we get ourselves quietly into the house we both know that there has to be multiple vampires in there just by sound. I gesture for Sam to go one way down the hall and I point towards the downstairs doorway that I am going down.

- B o -

I don't know how many hours or days I was out for, but when I wake up it is to the sound of clashing and a familiar voice yelling something along the lines of  "suck on this, you son of a bitch!". It was the first time I felt relieved to hear that voice. And it was also the first time I cracked a bit of a smile in however long we've been here.

I give several attempts at screaming, but it takes me a minute of swallowing a bunch before my throat is wet enough to speak. As soon as I get the chance, I yell out Dean's name. There is more crashing after I hear him call back to me. While I could only wait, I hoped that Sam had come along too, and that he was taking care of Riley because that would give me a second chance to get out of here. Not that I didn't believe Dean could handle this at all, but you never know. When the door finally creaked open, it happened so slow that I thought it was gonna be a vampire instead of Dean. But then I saw his face as he came closer, and it didn't look like the same cocky Dean that was content with himself that I had met days ago. His features were taut, eyebrows frowning at me, and his jaw protruding with how tight his teeth were clenched. In addition to that, he had the glistening crimson blood down the side of his face in contrast to his fair skin.

His hands go up to the ropes around my wrists, with a machete in one, and he cuts my arms down. I almost fall to my knees as soon as my feet hit the ground, but he was ready to catch me before that could happen. Wrapping one arm around the bottom of my back, he holds me up against him so he can untie the remaining rope attaching my hands together. Once they are separated and I have gained my footing back, he looks me over the same way Riley would do. His angry eyes search for any evident injuries that are in need of attention, but luckily none are visible, which saves me the extra embarrassment. He moves himself partially behind me, and rests a rather gentle hand on my back, nudging me to walk out of the room and up the stairs. His hand doesn't leave my back until we are outside and in sight of Riley and Sam.

Riley immediately leaves Sam's side and pulls me into an embrace that speaks louder than any words can describe. We both can tell each other that we're okay just by a single pat of the back or a squeeze of a shoulder.

"You're alright." Her statement comes out with a questioning undertone.

"We can talk about it when we get home." I say quietly to her. Riley nods and turns back to Sam and Dean. As she proceeds to thank them both, Dean is looking at me over her head, and I can't bring myself to look away. The only reason I do is because I hear Riley utter something about inviting them to stay at our house for the weekend.

"Yeah, that sounds easier than going all the way back to Kansas right away, Dean?" Sam asks, and the pressure of Dean's gaze is removed from my head. His reply is a simple shrug and nod. Our house was about an hour and a half away from the town that the nest was in, that's why Bobby called us about it. I figured the boys just heard about it from news articles. Riley parks her car in the single garage of our home and lets Dean park in the driveway. We head in through the door connected to the garage and I let Riley take on assigning Sam and Dean a place to crash, as I head upstairs to the bathroom to clean up. After ten minutes of me standing in the mirror with a sports bra and my dirty jeans on, someone knocks on the door. I straighten out from my twisted position that I was in from trying to see all of the scratches, and open the door.

Dean scratches the back of his neck and gestures behind him towards the stairs. "Sam offered to help Riley patch herself up and she let him, so I was wondering if you needed uh- help?" He shifts his weight from one leg to the other as I blink at him.

"I think I'm okay, thanks." I turn back towards the inside of the bathroom, and he sucks in a breath at the sight of my back. And I know he didn't do that because he was particularly attracted to my back, but because I could feel the dry feeling of old blood somewhere on there and he got the first view of the wound.

"How do you plan on patching that up on your own?" He questions amusedly and I shoot him a dark look.

"I'll figure it out." I say defensively and he laughs, taking a seat on the lidded toilet.

"I'd love to see that." He smirks, and I'm temporarily back to loathing him. I twist back around to try and position my back into view of the mirror, but also not too far to where I won't be able to turn my head to see it. With a quick glance in the glass, I can see Dean looking back at me, face still smeared with blood, but a goofy smile forming his lips.

"It's not funny." My voice is stern and offended at the same time. Dean stands up, goes to the counter-top, and picks up some rubbing alcohol and a cotton pad.

"Didn't say it was." He defends himself, lifting the contents in his hand questioningly. I sigh and straddle the toilet seat, so he now has access to my back. First, he presses a wet washcloth to the wound to wipe away the blood, but when he starts applying the alcohol soaked cotton to it, I wince and hiss. Dean mutters an empty apology, and his arm comes over my head to the open cupboard above the toilet where the stitching material is.

"Need something to bite on?" He teases and I shake my head, and he starts stitching the wound together. It took a good ten minutes of whimpers held back in my throat until he finally finishes. I sense his lingering pause before he gets off his knees, and puts all of the medical supplies away.

"Thank you." I say quietly, only slightly hoping he didn't hear me, but he did. And when I move to leave the bathroom, he blocks me. Our bodies are very close to touching, they might as well be since I can feel his breath and body heat radiating off of him. I look up at him with a questioning look.

"That could have been an even closer call than it was, you know?" His amused face has changed back to the serious one he had hours ago. My head nods in agreement before he continues.

"I know that I already said we have some things in common, and not asking for help is probably the worst thing we got."

"Then I guess it's a good thing we have Bobby in common too, yeah?" I give a small smile, before slipping past him and into the hallway. When I get close to my bedroom, I glance back to see him still standing by the bathroom. After taking a quick second to make my next decision, I nudge my head in a welcoming gesture. Dean makes his way towards me, as I disappear into my bedroom he follows behind.

"Instead of making you sleep on the couch, we can share the bed, I trust that you're not gonna kill me in my sleep." As I rotate a pillow so that it is vertical on the mattress, to create a small barrier between one side of the bed to the other, I think what sleep? Dean had chuckled lightly at my comment and shook his head. He strips off a couple layers of clothes until he's in a black t-shirt. When he goes to get onto one side of the bed, I clear my throat loudly.

"What?" Dean asks, pausing his actions.

"You are not getting into my bed with those nasty ass pants on." He puts his hands up defensively and has no issue pulling his pants off, before getting in bed. I won't lie, it wasn't a bad sight to see.

Going to the bathroom, I take clothes to change into for bed and brush my teeth, wrapping my hair up in a knot on top of my head. When I get back to my room, Dean is already out cold. I leave the bedside lamp on as I get in bed beside him.  For the first time in what feels like my whole life, I fall into a deep, and comfortable sleep.

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MASTERLIST

SERIES

Dean Winchester

Resistance: (on hold, being edited)

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Imagines/Drabbles

Dean Winchester

Guardian Demon

Took You Long Enough

Bundle of Joy

Sam Winchester

Movie Night

Bath Time

Hunted

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Resistance: Part 1

Dean Winchester x OFC

MASTERLIST

Despise /verb/: feel contempt or a deep repugnance for.

- B o -

This was so normal for us, me and Riley sitting at a bar at the end of a "hard" day. She'll continuously drink while I sit and have a few beers, neither of us ever get a buzz anymore. Bartenders almost without out fail will hit on her, and she'll most likely bring them back to the room we're staying at while I sit in the car, or even at the bar if her fling takes place in the vehicle itself. I never get mad and she always offers me a free pass the next morning to do the same to her one day, but I don't use it.

"Are you sure you're cool with this?" She asks me, as the guy she's been hitting on grabs his coat.

I nod. "Riley, honestly I don't care, it's your car anyway, try and text me if he turns out to be into anything weird. " She rolls her eyes, and downs her last drink.

"You want me to let you know just so you can get some of that, I know you're into some weird shit." Laughing, she stands up, as my middle finger shoots up. I mean anyone can enjoy a little weird, but I'm not gonna be fuel to her flame. She heads out with the guy and I pretend to busy myself reading the label on the full bottle of  beer in front of me. I usually do this until the bartender asks me if I'm alright, and then when I nod he gives me another bottle. This time I'm doing it because the guy on a stool away from me is glancing not so discretely at me every few seconds, and I don't feel like talking to anyone tonight.

"If you're gonna pretend to read that at least move your eyes a little." The guy says and my eyes flick up before I turn my head to look at him, familiar. "It would make it a little more believable."

" Maybe you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't staring so hard. " I bite back and he smiles. My hand is wet from condensation on the bottle, it's lost its chill as I drink from it. Thinking this man is gonna stop talking to me and just move on to annoy someone else was the first mistake I made. The second was when I actually acknowledged the fact that he had now moved to the stool where Riley was sitting.

"Is she your sister?" He asks, I roll my eyes. "I'm Dean, by the way." Dean Winchester, I think, of course he is. My silence gives him a moment to take another drink from his glass before he licks his lips.

"Hm, I expected Dean Winchester to be a little," I look him over for emphasis. "More intimidating." And then I smile slightly. His smirk made it obvious he wasn't the least bit offended by that, taking it more as a game.

"Should I know you?" Are his next words and I shake my head because it isn't likely, me and Riley keep to ourselves. Then again, he's a Winchester.

"Bo Shoemaker." And then I mentally curse myself because when the hell do I ever give my real last name. It's like that one rule totally left my mind. Dean's face seems to recognize it and he's just processing it, almost as if he'd be embarrassed if he said anything wrong.

"Shoemaker, as in-"

"Yeah, exactly." I cut in because I don't wanna hear his name out loud.

"So that girl, Riley Duncan I'm guessing?" I nod at that. "Bobby always says me and my brother-"

"That we're just like you and Sam, yeah I know and it's ridiculous." Once again he's cut off. "Look I should go, we gotta head out early tomorrow and it's my turn to drive." Liar.

Before Dean can say anything else I stand up, leave money, and walk out before conversation can go any further. I have no clue where I'm gonna go but honestly anything is better than having to discuss personal life. The spot our car was in is now empty, looking around at the last three cars left in the lot shows just how late it is. I scuff my boots against the pavement as I take short walks across the small area I'm given. My hands are shoved into my jacket pockets, and my breath fogs up the air in front of me. It's fucking freezing out here and I'm the coward that walked out just so I didn't have to face the truth. Dean wasn't innocent, but his curiosity was and all I had to do was say I didn't want to talk about it, of course he would have understood. I sit down on the curb of the sidewalk in front of the building, knowing Riley, I would be here a while.

His keys jingle as he approaches my side , and his booted feet crunch against some leaves when he steps off the curb to sit on it.

"I don't really want to talk about it. " I mumble, picking at the thread in my jeans. Dean doesn't say anything for a while, he only extends his legs in front of him.

"Yeah I get it, you need a ride anywhere?" He asks, looking at me.

"How long have they been gone?" I question, considering that it felt like ages since Riley had left me. Dean simply just shows me his wrist and the watch tells me it's been about an hour of me sitting out here.

"Yeah, the motel down the road." I answer his question and stand up at the same time as him. I can tell which car is gonna be his but I still wait for him to make the first move towards it before getting in the passenger side. We take the short drive to the motel, I thank him for the ride and get out as soon as I can.

"Hey, " I look back at him as he stands in the open doorway of his car. "What're you two in town for anyway."

"Not gonna let you steal our hunt Winchester." I smirk towards him and keep walking to our room. Giving the door a few knocks just to be safe, and hearing only the TV playing some ridiculously fake action film gives me the clear to go inside. Riley is on her bed, staring blankly at the screen. When she sees me the TV gets turned off, and her eyes close, she had been waiting for me to come back before she could comfortably fall asleep. The blankets are extremely thin, and my old shirt and shorts don't do much justice for any extra warmth. My eyes close, but I never fall asleep, as always.

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The next morning we were up early, much to Riley's protest, in our smartest clothes, as we speak to some of the victim's family and friends. The guy's sister and roommate didn't have much information for us when I looked at the notes I took. I look up for just a second to acknowledge the waitress before looking back at my papers, the lady sets the plates down, it's mostly Riley's food anyway.

"Come on, take a break." She says with her mouth already full of pancake.

"We're missing so much yet I feel like it's right in front of our face." Dropping my pen, I replace it with my coffee mug and drink the rest of it.

" We'll figure it out." She assures and when I finally give her a real look her eyes are pointed in a direction outside. I turn my gaze to match hers and see her focus is on the Winchesters. I knew this would happen, I just had hoped I was wrong. What else would practically the most well known hunters be doing in a small town like this.

"Damn it, they're gonna take our hunt. " I groan.

"They can try, we were here first and I bet you got more of a lead anyway. " I go to argue because I know of Sam's records, and he's good at what he does when it comes to research, but Riley's chugging a cup of coffee and walking out the door before I can speak. Leaving a bit of money on the table and rushing to pack all my things up, I follow after her.

"Listen, what we had was great last night but that doesn't mean you can follow me." Is Riley's opening line towards Sam when I get out there, Dean laughs and Sam half smiles shaking his head. They're probably coming from where we just were based on the suits they're in. I finally reach her side and fix the strap of my bag on my shoulder. The boys look at me for a second before looking back at Riley who isn't done talking yet.

"This hunt is ours so don't even think about meddling in on us. "

"Hey, what's wrong with a little help?" Dean says with that smirk I already despise.

"We don't need help." I snap back at him. But then I get confused when Riley doesn't back me up.

"Bo, we could use some help, you said yourself that you didn't have enough, they might have what we're missing" She speaks quietly to me and I'm pissed because she's absolutely right and I still don't want their help.

"We're heading back to where we're staying, you guys can come with us and we'll see if we can piece anything together." Sam offers, the quiet conversation Riley was having with my ear probably wasn't too secret being we're only a few feet away.

"Yeah that's good, Sam come with me." And with that me and Dean are left standing there as Sam and Riley get in her car and drive off to the place. Dean goes to the passenger side of his car and opens the door for me, my eyebrows rise and he just shrugs. I get in the car with a huff and he shuts the door before getting in the drivers side and starting her up. The car ride is similar to last nights with no talking until we get to the motel they've been staying at.

The rest of the day and the late hours of the night are spent with me and Sam "geeking out" together, as Riley called it. Her and Dean just sat back and looked up anything we asked for. After all of us had gone through our fifth round of coffee Riley had called it a night and went to our room and an hour after that Sam headed to bed. I packed up my things roughly just to transport them to our room so I could continue working.

"Goodnight." Dean says when I try to leave without saying anything to him. I hardly glance over my shoulder and give a slight nod and a mumble before slipping out of the room and into ours.

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"Bo, I don't see why it's so important to you that we do this on our own." Riley complains as I am trying to convince her to leave before we can meet up with the boys. Call me selfish, but I am feeling pretty confident that we have all the information we need after last night with Sam. Instead of answering her, I just start throwing her clothes that somehow managed to explode out of her bag within a night. I hear her groan and then go into the bathroom to get her other things. I slip out of the motel room to go load up the car with our duffel bags. Just as I shut the back car door, I look up to see Dean looking right back at me. What the hell? Why was he always around.

"What?" I ask, the question comes out a little more snarky than I intended. At first I had thought that I would get off easy when he just simply shook his head.

"Well, I definitely was comparing you more to Sam this whole time, but you and me seem to have some things in common too." He says with a sort of surprised tone. I roll my eyes, because the last thing I want is to be compared to Dean Winchester.

" I prefer to work alone too, just me and Sam." He finishes. I nod and decide to end this conversation as soon as I can.

"You should understand that it isn't personal then?" He nods at my comment this time. "Anyways, let's face it, we'll most likely cross paths again won't we? Hopefully it'll be a while" Dean laughs at that and heads back into his room. Riley comes out shortly after and we get in her car and head off to undergo the action of this hunt.