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Yandere Batfam - Soulmate Soul animal Au.

Chapter 8:

Summary: You awake in the manor, to the horror of yourself and the delight of others. What will happen to you now..?

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7.

Happy April fools!!! The joke is my writing schedule!

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You were surrounded by a cloud. Soft, fluffy sheets swarmed you in its embrace, tugged you down into a gentle slumber.

You could barely make out a few words under the haze of a fever

“..... our… mate…!” One voice whispered, a trace of devotion in its words.

“Calm… vitals………to….okay.” This voice was grounded, trying to comfort.

In comparison to theirs, your own voice was weak, muffled. But you tried anyway.

“What…?” You muttered. The faces turned towards you. You squinted.

“Who…?”

One of the faces reached out. A hand rested on your cheek, stroking it, before moving to touch your forehead.

“Increase…dose.” Was the last you heard.

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You woke up in a daze. Everything was hazy, and it took you what felt like several minutes to regain any sense of what had happened, let alone where you were. A subtle warmth nested close to your body, like that of a teddy bear. You pulled it closer.

Your head felt like it had been stuffed full with marshmallows. It was a weird mental image, but all you could think of. You reached out, feeling the texture of bandages around your head.

Well. You thought to yourself. That's not good. Your eyes snapped open.

Swiftly, you shoved the sheets off yourself, inspecting for injuries. The only bandage on you rested on your leg. You decided to leave it alone. There seemed to be some cuts and scrapes, which was expected. They were all treated though, which was not expected.

What was even less expected though, was the teen lying next to you on your bed. Strong features were softened by the pull of sleep, from whom you could only guess was Damian Wayne. The both of you were seemingly surrounded by bats and birds. They were all there, all six of them. Wait.. six? Didn't you have seven soulmates? You turned around in confusion, and made direct eye contact with the bat that rested on a nearby desk.

Ah. So that’s where Batman’s soul form went.

You froze, unsure of what to do with this new development. The bat just stared, watching.

You didn't run. You didn't hide. It was paralyzing, that stare, freezing you down to your very bones. What could you do in the face of eyes that saw all?

In the end you decided to gently tug yourself out of Damian Wayne’s clinging arms, inch by inch. It took longer than you wanted, but the method worked. You didn't look at the bat anymore, it scared you.

Done with your self inspection, you turned forward, finding yourself in an ornate room, about twice as big as the room you lived in at home, and triple as expensive. You slowly stood up, beginning to gaze around the room.

Shelves were lined with your hobbies, your favorite books lined the shelves, hell, they were even collector editions. You picked up a plushie that was lying on your bed. You twisted it around some.

“What the…?” You whispered.

It was completely identical to the one you had at home. Every mark was identical, down to the stitches and stuffing. How did they make them the same? …Were they the same plushie?

The worst part of it all was… the room felt like you. It felt familiar, as if it was you that had put it together, that you had designed it. Every detail, down to the colour of paint, felt like it had been designed by you. Just 100 percent more expensive. Well, except for one detail.

There were golden bars on the window.

They were the darkness in the familiar light that was your room. Out of place, as unnatural as the teen resting on your- The Bed. A part of you urged to investigate, the other wary of who you were rooming with. In the end, you came to a simple conclusion. It’d be better to leave the room.

You slowly slunked over to the opulent door, inch by inch, step by step. Your heart began to hammer, increasing its beat with every decrease of distance to your salvation.

You didn't look back. There was no point.

It was only when your hand rested on the handle, ready to pull it down and escape that you relaxed. Muscles unclenching, breathing deeper.

“You’re awake.”

Only to tense right back up. You turned around.

Damian Wayne was awake.

And… so were the soul animals. Or maybe they were already awake, just watching, staring.

His stare was piercing, hiding an emotion you couldn't quite comprehend. He wanted something, something you weren't sure you could give to him.

There was only one thing you could do, at that point.

The door slammed open. Short tight breaths kept you company as you escaped, deep into the darkness that is Wayne Manor.

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Wayne Manor was a maze. It was a giant, sprawling beast, lined with corridor after corridor, hall after hall. You'd suck into one room to check if there were any escape routes, only to find more barred windows. The next room gave the same result.

These efforts began to tire you, the adrenaline fading out, leaving you alone with the aches and sores developed by the past few days. You blinked away the sleepiness. You couldn't stop now.

Or… Maybe you could actually, as you opened the door and came face to face with what could only be Wayne Manor’s butler.

“Good Evening.” He stated, giving no reaction whatsoever to your disheveled appearance, nor your horrified face. “My name is Alfred Pennyworth. I am the Wayne family’s butler.”

Ah… You paused for a moment. Well that confirmed it, didn't it. Batman was Bruce Wayne. Or at the very least closely tied. For him to be telling you this…Batman must think you'll never get a chance to reveal his identity. You weren't a threat.

You're in too deep. The shallow water you were born in has finally started to drag you down.

You're sinking.

You struggle to focus on what the butler is saying, but you remember some of it. Something about lunch..?

“I.. um, actually Alfred.” You pause, thinking of the right words.

He pauses too, taking a moment to observe you. “Yes? What is it?”

“I was wondering actually, if you wouldn't mind showing me to the exit? I don't think I should be here.” You fake a laugh, as if you could just wave the situation away.

“Ah. I do think that is something you'll have to talk to Master Bruce about yourself. If you'd like, I'd be happy to show you to his office.”

His office?

“Haha….” You smile. It feels as fake as you feel. “No thanks, I'd rather just go to.. um, lunch, was it? I wouldn't want to bother him anyways.”

“I rather suspect he’ll be coming down to see you anyways, now that you're awake.” The butler replied, matter-of-factly.

“...Actually I'm not hungry.”

The butler just raised an eyebrow.

You gave an awkward smile, turning away just as an awful stomping sound rang out, and a body collided with yours.

Your name was shouted, in such a gleeful tone, arms tightening around your waist in a collapsing hug.

“You’re awake!” The face of who could only be Dick Grayson greeted you, his soul animal fluttered down to your shoulder and rubbing its face against your cheek, just as clingy as its owner was.

“Ah. Hi.” You attempted. Oh god.

“I'm so happy to see you!” You attempted to grapple out of his grip, but it was like wrestling with an octopus, he perfectly countered every attempt you made with a grin, until he managed to pin both your arms to your back with a single hand.

“I was so worried for you! You’ve always been an expert at avoiding attention, but even the Joker isn't just someone you can avoid. You aren't still hurt anywhere, are you?” Grayson maneuvered you around a bit, checking you over in all different places. Even the robin was contributing, peering deeply to look for any ‘injuries’. You put a stop to it once he attempted to lift your shirt.

“Excuse me!” You protested. “Can you please stop pawing at me, we just met! And mind you, shouldn't you be aware of any injuries given that I've been treated for them here?!”

He paused, staring at you. You continued.

“Look, I'm sorry for shouting, but I've had a really bad night, and I'd greatly appreciate it if I could just go home.” The end of your sentence turned into a sort of a plea, desperation you were loath to reveal sneaking through.

If you played your cards right, perhaps they'd let you go home. Maybe with extra security or some nonsense, but you could still remain disconnected from this hellish family. That was what you hoped.

“Oh, little one, I'm sorry.” Dick Grayson replied, even more concern seeping into his face. “But you don't have to worry any more. After all…You are home.”

You stared at him for a moment.

“Haha.” You stated.

“You meant I am at your home, right?” You were breaking down. Denial was all you had left.

“No silly!” He replied.

“This is where you belong, where you've always belonged. You were always going to be with us, just as you should be. Otherwise, why would we have your soul animal?”

He smiled. It was a brilliant, searing sun.

It burned.

You teared up. You sniffled.

“Awww, baby.” He cooed, warmly stroking your cheek. “Don't worry. You'll always be with us now. Now and forever.” Soft condescension was reflected in his eyes. You couldn't bear it.

He rested his head on yours, eyes closed with a warm grin. His hug was tight.

The bandage on your leg throbbed.

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You were not enjoying lunch. Oh sure the food was delicious and the view inside the manor was immaculate but that wasn't that problem.

It was the company.

‘I want to go home I want to go home I want to go home.’ You silently chanted in your mind, feeling sweat go down your cheek.

You had just barely managed to extract Grayson from you, as a matter of fact he was currently sitting right next to you, chair far too close to comfort with a beaming grin.

The atmosphere was very awkward, at least you would say so, as you were currently being stared down by some very eager faces. To your relief, not everyone had shown up yet (although if the butler was to be believed they would all be arriving very eagerly for dinner).

At the table was obviously Dick Grayson, but also Bruce Wayne, and… Tim Drake.

You didn't want to look at him, to face his betrayal, so you kept looking away, although that didn't stop his insistent gaze. Unfortunately your own turning away came with a caveat that was instead locking eyes with Bruce Wayne, which was somehow even worse. You silently wondered how noticeable your shaking was. Grayson’s hand sneakily grabbing your hand from under the table told you that it was very.

You managed to dodge any questions by simply pointing to your food whenever you were asked, an effort that the butler supported you in. It wasn't polite to talk with your mouth full, thank god.

You barely managed to eat enough of the food, it's delicious flavours landing like lead in your stomach.

“I’m finished. Can I be excused? I need to use the bathroom?” And hopefully find the nearest window to launch myself out of, you silently added.

“I’ll take you!” The joint voices of both Grayson and Drake called out, to their own surprise and subsequent glares.

‘Oh boy.’ You silently thought.

“Boys, boys.” The rich voice of Wayne called out, disrupting what was the beginning of an argument. “We can all go, I'm sure it's about time we take them to their room anyways.” Great, you officially had your own room. At least that meant you'd have some expectation of privacy… right?

The walk was just about as enjoyable as lunch.

So it was horrible.

Wayne Manor was an abyss, a dark void that stretched on and on and on. How any of the residents navigated it on any consistent basis was a complete mystery to you.

What was worse was Grayson’s insistent questions and rambles, often countered by Drake’s own questions and counters. It felt less like a conversation and more like a tug of war. It even became a literal tug of war for a bit, as Grayson’s tugging at your hand prompted Drake to do the same to your other.

Thankfully, you arrived at The Room before things got too out of hand.

You stared at it. It was right beside the room you woke up in the morning. That was not a good sign.

Grayson flung open the doors, shouting out a joyous “Welcome home!” that you tried your best to ignore.

The Room was beautiful, was your first thought.

It was like some sort of bird paradise. Countless places for birds to land, pillows lining the room. In the very middle lay a gigantic bed, lined with what looked to be the softest cushions you had ever seen in your entire life.

But the windows were still lined with golden bars. Just like the room you awoke in.

And beside that bed, was Damian Wayne. But for once, a Wayne family member’s attention wasn't fixated on you, instead, it was on his arm, where a little, fluffy, bird rested.

It was a dove.

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Reader's soul animal reveal AYOOOOO yes I planned it to be a dove from the start, isn't that cool, also the bars on the windows are golden because reader is quite literally a bird in a gilded cage, please clap.

Where was Damian during the whole lunch? Keeping Dove Reader company as well as the other birds. Bruce didn't want to overwhelm and Damian is always particularly concerned with the welfare of animals, so it's like getting two birds with one stone (okay that's admittedly an odd metaphor in this context).

Heyyyyy. So uh, I guess I took a while?

Okay I'm sorry.

I have three excuses. I'm very recently dealing with very unfortunate family matters that sucks. Also, I kinda just fell out of the fandom for a bit because I got sucked into a different one (dude why does Zelda have so many fanfics). And finally I just had writers block, I invested so much time into thinking about the journey of getting kidnapped forever that I just didn't think too much about the aftermath haha.

But! I did write other short Batfam stuff! And I really wanted to post that, but I felt it wouldnt be what everyone wants, so I held off. Now that I've updated, I'm free to! So you hopefully that's fun.

And I think I'll make a short separate post for this, but I'm not going to add any more people to the taglist. It's very difficult for me to manage, and I'll shortly be sorting out my ao3 so people can get update notifications without any faff.

Thank you to everyone who reached out, I am in fact okay, and very happy I managed to write this chapter.

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emeraldcutie44 · 3 months ago

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Pack Masterlist

So, I didn't really mean to start a new series when a scene came to me, but we're at over 8k words in the doc now so it's pretty official that I have, in fact, started a new series...

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison (the werewolf from season 2 "Heart" 😆)

Note: This is not a poly fic but I will be leaning into Pack dynamics where Pack members seek comfort in physical contact with other Pack members. So if you're after something poly you could probably read that into some subtext here, but if you're not into that then don't worry.

Series summary: Omega!Reader is thrown into a world she's not expecting when her mate turns out to be a hunter, and she's not used to Alpha & Omega Pack dynamics.

Warnings: canon-level violence, probably a bit of smut, A/B/O dynamics, there will be hugging and sleeping with (literal sleeping, not sex) Pack members who are not your mate. Individual chapters will carry their own warnings.

Supernatural writing masterlist

(image from google)

Chapter 1

Your newly-found mate, Dean, leaves you in the care of his brother.

Chapter 2

You accompany Sam and Madison on the case.

Chapter 3

Dean explains.

Chapter 4

You go home to sleep.

Chapter 5

You head back to the bunker with the Winchester

Chapter 6

Madison opens your eyes...

Chapter 7

Sam and Dean leave you and Madison in the motel room.

Chapter 8

Sam takes Dean to hospital.

Chapter 9

Sam comes to sit with Dean with you.

Chapter 10

Dean gets out of hospital.

Chapter 11

Dean is suddenly sick.

Chapter 12

Dean remains in the local hospital clinic.

Chapter 13

Dean comes home.

Chapter 14

Dean and you go to the doctor

Chapter 15

You try to follow the doctor's orders

Chapter 16

Miscommunications abound...

Chapter 17

Dean calls a family meeting.

Chapter 18

The reader learns a number of things about her new life.

Chapter 19

You need some air.

Chapter 20

You're feeling better.

Chapter 21

You start learning some lore

Chapter 22

The morning after your night alone.

Chapter 23

Your heat continues.

Chapter 24

You've finally been marked!

Chapter 25

Your heat and Dean's rut are over.

Chapter 26

The Pack heads out on Claire's hunt.

Chapter 27

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Sleepless nights with Cas

Pairing: Castiel x reader (gender neutral) To be honest I consider Cas Gender Neutral for all that that they are an angel and technically angels have no gender, you know. But for this, as Cas is in Jimmy's body imma use he/him pronouns. Warnings: none Masterlist

Although Castiel doesn’t require sleep, he is still very sympathetic when you suffer from a bout of insomnia.During one of your many -emphasis on many- sleepless nights, Cas flutters to your side, and instantaneously kicks off his shoes before laying his warm trench coat over your shoulders.

Knowing that you are soothed by his minty scent, the angel climbs beside you in bed, and pulls you to snuggle into his firm chest.

He comforts you, speaking calmly in enochian, before protectively cocooning his feathered, onyx wings around your body.

You vocalize your wishes to repay the favor, knowing full well that you may never get the opportunity; however, Cas just chuckles, leaning down to nuzzle his nose into your hair.

“I am your guardian angel, pure and bright. I will protect you as you sleep tonight.” he would begin, reciting a poem that he had memorized specifically for these frequent occasions. “I love you, [Y/N]. Sleep well.”

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emeraldcutie44 · 3 months ago

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*At night in the bunker*

*Dean cuddling Y/n*

Dean: I love you darling.

Y/n: I love you too De.

Dean:

Y/n:

Y/n: We both love you as well, Cas.

*Castiel standing in the corner of the room*

Cas: Thanks, I was feeling left out.

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★ — imagine dean fucking you with sam asleep in the same room…

warnings: smut, caught in the act (dean x fem!reader) 18+

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“mmmph-”

you moaned against dean’s hand as he rocked his cock up into you, his tip brushing against your cervix.

“shhh, baby…” he cooed quietly, glancing over at his brother asleep in the bed next to yours.

“mmm, can’t…” you murmured against dean’s hand, following his gaze to the younger winchester. sam’s eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, his lips parted as soft breaths flowed in and out of his lungs.

dean’s hand stayed clamped over your mouth as his eyes flickered back to yours. your walls squeezed around him in a desperate attempt to keep yourself from gushing down his length again; you knew you couldn’t stay quiet if that happened.

“baby, come on,” dean muttered through laboured breaths, “shhhh.”

you couldn’t help the little whimpers and grunts that escaped you as dean continued to thrust his hips up into you, his girthy cock stretching your pussy so deliciously.

“ahh, dean,” you moaned out, squeezing your eyes shut as the pleasure continued to build.

“shhh…” dean whispered again, his cock twitching up into your cunt, “you wake sammy, babe, and he’ll be so mad.”

you felt your pussy tighten around dean’s cock again, nearing another orgasm at the thought of getting caught in such a compromising position. dean bit his bottom lip and scrunched his face, trying to hold in a groan at the feeling. he was barely keeping himself together.

the quiet but lewd sounds of him pumping into your wet cunt filled the room, along with both your soft grunts and the squeaking of the motel bed.

sam let out a groan and rolled over to face you and dean. you both froze, watching and waiting for his hazel eyes to flicker open and catch you two in the act.

but they didn’t. instead they stayed shut. dean hesitantly slid himself back up into you, keeping his eyes on his brother. you watched sam too.

your thoughts started racing around in your head and you couldn’t deny it, some fucked up part of you kinda wanted to get caught riding dean.

dean’s fingers began rubbing your sensitive clit again, making you whimper as he thrusted in and out of you.

“shush, i’m serious.”

you pouted against his hand, “c-can’t… feels too good…”

he gripped your face tighter, “we’ll have to stop if you can’t keep quiet, baby.”

his words sent a flash of panic through your body, your head instantly shaking as you grinded on him, desperate to show him you can be good.

“that’s it. nice and quiet,” he said breathily, feeling you clench around him even more, knowing you were about to let go, “stay quiet for me, angel.”

you hissed and tried to hold back whimpers as you came all over his cock again, your juices leaving a creamy ring around his length as he pumped into you.

dean groaned at the feeling of you gushing all over his cock. his own release washed over him. he shot thick warm ropes of his seed deep into your cunt, making you whimper and clench again as his hips jerked up. he pulled you down against him and buried his head in your neck, letting out louder grunts and moans.

“can you guys shut the fuck up?” sam groaned. you felt a pillow hit the side of you as you laid flat on dean, his softening cock still inside you. you laughed softly in dean’s ear.

“sorry, sammy,” dean smirked as he rubbed your back. he moved his head to look over at his brother, who had turned away and pulled the blanket over his head completely.

dean laughed and pulled you even closer to him, wrapping his arms around you as he whispered in your ear, “oops.”

A/N: wrote and edited this high so ignore it if something’s grammatically incorrect or doesn’t make sense LOL anyways poor sam :( i’m laughing so hard

requests and feedback are welcome and encouraged!! thank uuu <3

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emeraldcutie44 · 3 months ago

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if i’m ever brutally murdered and everyone feels like they need to do something productive in my memory, all i want is for you to pass legislation banning LED headlights in my name. regardless of how irrelevant it is to my murder. it’s relevant to my heart.

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╰┈➤ I'm Sorry

Sam Winchester x sister!reader

Dean Winchester x sister!reader

Summary: A hunt went wrong because you made a mistake and someone accidentally got hurt. You're 14-15.

Warnings:Yelling, mentions of blood, angsty

"Stay in the car, Y/N," Dean instructed when you opened the door to get out of the car.

"What? Why? I can help," you didn't understand why Dean and Sam kept distancing you from this hunt. At the bunker, they said they had a case but didn't show you the article or even tell you where it was at. You had to practically beg your brothers to let you go too. Being at the bunker alone was boring and the place was too big to not be lonely in there.

"No, not this one. Just stay. We'll be back." Dean walked off with a gun in his hand towards Sam, who was at the entrance of the old barn. You couldn't even get another word in before they disappeared from your line of sight.

For the next 10 minutes, you wouldn't sit still. Something was bothering you about this hunt. Maybe it was because your brothers wouldn't tell you what's going on. You expected as much from Dean but Sam not telling you anything? That set off the alarm inside your head.

You were stretched out in the front seat of the impala when gun shots echoed through your ears. You immediately sat up, looking over at the door of the barn. You counted the seconds that went by and when you hit the 120 mark, you got out of the car.

You sped walk over to the trunk of the impala and grabbed anything that would fit in your pockets or waist band. You had no idea what was in there. No plan. But they haven't come out yet so you had no choice. You put a silver knife in your hoodie pocket, a gun in your waist band and you held a demon knife out. After closing the trunk as silently as you can, you entered the barn.

Your nose scrunched up with how awful it smelled in here. This barn had to have been here since the early 1900s cause yikes. You were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of voices ahead. You hid behind some stacks of hay to ease drop.

"I swear there were three of you pieces of shit." A guy's voice said in disgust. You peaked your head just a little bit to see his his back but when he turned his head slightly you took in his features. Black eyes, skinny but tall build. Demon. He had blood going down the side of his face and some cuts on his arms.

"Wasn't she younger? I know someone in hell who would love her." Another demon had an ugly laugh when he came from behind two pillars. The pillars that had Sam and Dean tied on the floor defenseless. You ducked back down, not wanting to push your luck, and started thinking of how you were going to do this.

"Shut up!" Deans voice was clearly angry at the demons for talking like that about you. His eyebrows were tightened together and he was pulling at the tough knots the demons put together.

Sam stared at them not saying a word but his mind was running with thoughts. He tried concentrating on the knots behind this wooden pillar but he was hoping that these assholes wouldn't go looking for you outside.

"Shut up? You have a lot of nerve talking to us like that considering you're the one tied up." The one with the ugly laugh smirked.

"When you say it like that it makes me think you're flirting with me." You rolled your eyes at what your brothers remark. Even when there's a chance he might die this kid won't stop with the sarcasm.

The shorter demon swiftly landed a punch on Deans cheek. Dean groaned and spit out some blood on the ground next to him. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wood.

"Go check their precious car." The tall one ordered.

"Why-"

"Hurry up and go." He raised his voice which got the other demon out the door to the impala. This was your chance. Don't mess it up.

You got up on your feet and took a deep breath. The moon shined on you as you approached him from the back causing Sam to make eye contact with you. His lips formed a tight line almost like he was telling you not to do it.

The demon caught Sam's gaze and immediately turned around. Your eyes widened and instinctively you stabbed the demon in the stomach before he could put his hands on you. He let out a scream as light shined then slumped to the ground. You pulled the bloody knife back out and hurried over to Dean since he was closest.

Sam let out a sigh of relief across the room while Dean clenched his jaw. "I thought I told you to stay in the car." The stern low tone of his voice took you back in surprise but you shook it off.

"I'm saving your ass right now." You whispered, it was only a matter of time before the other one would come back. You crouched behind Dean and started untying the knots.

Dean scoffed at your words but let you untie him. After a minute you finally got it and were about to head over to Sam until you saw that the demon already had a gun aiming at him.

"Put the knife and gun down!" The demon yelled at both of you. You guys do what he says and crouch down to put the weapons on the floor. You both stand back up, Dean having his hands up but yours stay by your side. This demon didn't know you have a gun. The only problem was aiming and timing it right.

This is going to be very hard since the demon is now holding one arm around his neck while the other had the gun on his temple. Sam's hands were holding back the demons arm so he could still breathe.

"Okay they're down. Let him go," your breath steady as you study this guys movements. Patience is key in times like this.

"Why would I let him go? Just so he could kill me? I don't think so." His hands fidget with the gun slightly like he was amped up on energy drinks.

"Either way I'll kill you." Sam promised in a low voice. The demon scoffed and as he was about say something a truck's headlights shined through the boards on the windows. You could hear the horn of truck as it goes past. You could also see the demon look away and that's when you decided it's time.

You swiftly pulled the gun from your waistband and didn't hesitate shooting the demon before it was too late.

Only one problem.

You weren't as great as Sam or Dean when it comes to shooting pistols fast. It was rifles you were better at. Hence the bullet wound in the demons shoulder instead of face.

The demon stumbled back dropping his arm that was holding the gun and his other arm holding the wound. In a minute, he realized he got shot he pulled the trigger on Sam's guns. The bullet going in his torso right under the bottom ribs.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled for his brother as he ran to catch Sam before he hit the ground.

Your eyes widened at the shot of the other gun. As the demon was trying to run, you shot him. This time square in the head so the light can shine when he dies.

You didn't hesitate when you ran over to Sam who was in Deans arms. He was bleeding bad. His eyes were shut tight groaning from the pressure Dean was putting on the wound.

"Y/N. Go start the car." Dean's voice was rough, angry even and it was directed at you. You didn't argue and ran out the barn to Baby. You opened the drivers door and stuff was thrown around in the back from the demon checking the car.

Once you heard the purr of the engine, you quickly turned to the heat in the car. It was freezing out there and you thought Sam would be more comfortable in the warmth. You climbed out of the drivers seat and went to open the back when you saw Dean carrying Sam out.

You got in first so you wouldn't accidentally hurt Sam when you got in. Sam winced as Dean got him in the car, laying his head on your lap. You felt your stomach tighten up from the guilt.

"I'm sorry, Sammy," you bit your bottom lip trying to hold back the tears. Dean got in the drivers seat and didn't waste a minute to speed off to a hospital.

"Sweetheart, it's not your fault," Sam threw you a weak smile. You brushed your fingers through his hair and continued to put pressure where the blood was coming from. You swore you saw Deans grip on the wheel tighten at Sam's words.

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The motel room was suffocatingly silent. The only sound was the faint buzz of the flickering light overhead. You sat on the edge of the bed, hands trembling slightly, staring at the blood still clinging to your fingers. Sam’s blood.

Your boots were still caked in mud from the barn you had run across only hours ago. The adrenaline had long since drained from your body, leaving you exhausted and jittery. The only thing you could focus on was the image of Sam collapsing to the ground—the way his eyes had widened in shock, then dulled in pain.

The door slammed open, and Dean stormed inside. His face was pale, tight with fury. His eyes, normally sharp with protectiveness, were wild now, nearly unrecognizable. You could see the dark blood smearing his knuckles—his own or the demon’s, you weren’t sure—but the way he was clenching his fists told you he didn’t care.

“You,” he seethed, his voice low. He pointed at you with a trembling hand, his eyes blazing. “What the hell were you thinking?”

You opened your mouth to answer, but nothing came out. You could barely breathe.

“Are you out of your damn mind?!” Dean’s voice was louder this time, echoing off the cheap wallpaper. He took a few steps closer and you could feel the heat of his anger radiating off him. “You almost got Sam killed!”

“I—I was just trying to help,” you stammered, voice barely above a whisper.

Dean let out a bitter, humorless laugh. “Help?” he barked, eyes narrowing. “You thought charging in there with no plan was helping?” He was shaking his head, pacing in front of you, too furious to be still. “You ignored my instructions. You didn’t wait in the car. You went in alone, and now Sam is in the hospital because of you!”

Tears burned at the back of your eyes, but you blinked them away. Your hands curled into fists in your lap, nails biting into your palms. You thought you could take the shot. You thought you could save him. But you missed.

Dean’s voice cracked slightly when he spoke again, quieter this time but no less harsh. “You could’ve lost him.” His green eyes were hard, piercing you with every word. “Do you get that? Sam could be dead right now. Do you even realize what that would’ve done to me? To you?”

Your lip trembled, and your throat tightened painfully. “I—I’m sorry,” you croaked.

Dean’s eyes were glassy now, but the anger didn’t waver. He pointed a trembling finger at you. “Sorry doesn’t cut it. Not when you put his life on the line.”

The words hit you like a slap, sharp and cold. You flinched but nodded, too ashamed to meet his eyes. You deserved it. Every word. Every ounce of anger.

For a long moment, he just stared at you, chest heaving with heavy, uneven breaths. His jaw clenched and unclenched, as if he wanted to say more but couldn’t trust himself to speak. Then, without another word, he turned and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

The room was dead silent again.

You stared at the cracked paint on the wall, the echo of his words still lingering in the space. You clenched your fists so tightly your knuckles went white, trying to steady your shaking hands.

The guilt settled deep in your chest, heavy and suffocating. You knew Dean was right. You should have waited a bit longer. You should have been smarter. But you weren’t. And now Sam was paying for it.

You sucked in a shaky breath and wiped the blood from your hands onto your jeans, but no matter how much you scrubbed, the guilt still clung to you. You weren’t sure it ever would come off.

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emeraldcutie44 · 3 months ago

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Supernatural Masterlist

Sam Masterlist - Here

Dean Masterlist - Here

Wincest (+ Others) - Here

Winchesters x XXX - Here

(Including Winchester x Reader threesomes / moresomes / multi-pairing fics etc. but no incest.)

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Can’t Tie Me Down

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader | Sam Winchester x Reader | John Winchester x Reader Rating: 18+ Warnings: Dub-Con (medical necessity - Ch 1 and 3), Non-Con Roleplay (Ch 1 and 2), Non-Con (Ch 5 / 6) Tags: Omegaverse, Alpha!Dean, Alpha!Sam, Alpha!John, Omega!Reader Summary: Y/N has no interest in being tied down by a mate, but she still needs help with her heats when they come around.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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emeraldcutie44 · 3 months ago

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The other one

Your father wasn't neglectful, he just prioritized your brother Jon because he had started manifesting powers at a very young age, okay maybe Clark was neglectful, to the point that Lois herself would allow you to find solace somewhere else even if she knew it would put you two apart even more, but hey...Clark wasn't there to complain.

"Mr.wayne! Mr.wayne! How was it?!" Bruce couldn't help but smile warmly at your enthusiasm as you waved your violin's bow at him after your show in Gotham's opera, funded by him of course. Damian with his perpetual scowl huffed "It was tolerable", which was a very good compliment from him, making Bruce's smile widen even more, the boy was taking a liking to you and it was good progress.

Later that night after your solo play Bruce had made sure to give you the wrapped food Alfred had prepared for you, frowning as he wrapped the thick scarf around your neck as he chided about you behaving when the chauffeur took you to metropolis, your weekly visits to "home" was also overseen by the older Wayne.

That night was when finally Clark found out that his 17 year old child had been living with the bat for three years already in on and off periods, and that he had no idea of it, oh well, the talk at the dinner table was going to be something....

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emeraldcutie44 · 3 months ago

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Pack Masterlist

So, I didn't really mean to start a new series when a scene came to me, but we're at over 8k words in the doc now so it's pretty official that I have, in fact, started a new series...

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Madison (the werewolf from season 2 "Heart" 😆)

Series summary: Omega!Reader is thrown into a world she's not expecting when her mate turns out to be a hunter, and she's not used to Alpha & Omega Pack dynamics.

Supernatural writing masterlist

(image from google)

Chapter 1

Your newly-found mate, Dean, leaves you in the care of his brother.

Chapter 2

You accompany Sam and Madison on the case.

Chapter 3

Dean explains.

Chapter 4

You go home to sleep.

Chapter 5

You head back to the bunker with the Winchester

Chapter 6

Madison opens your eyes...

Chapter 7

Sam and Dean leave you and Madison in the motel room.

Chapter 8

Sam takes Dean to hospital.

Chapter 9

Sam comes to sit with Dean with you.

Chapter 10

Dean gets out of hospital.

Chapter 11

Dean is suddenly sick.

Chapter 12

Dean remains in the local hospital clinic.

Chapter 13

Dean comes home.

Chapter 14

Dean and you go to the doctor

Chapter 15

You try to follow the doctor's orders

Chapter 16

Miscommunications abound...

Chapter 17

Dean calls a family meeting.

Chapter 18

The reader learns a number of things about her new life.

Chapter 19

You need some air.

Chapter 20

You're feeling better.

Chapter 21

You start learning some lore

Chapter 22

The morning after your night alone.

Chapter 23

Your heat continues.

Chapter 24

You've finally been marked!

Chapter 25

Your heat and Dean's rut are over.

Chapter 26

The Pack heads out on Claire's hunt.

Chapter 27

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Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader x Castiel

Summary: Something is forcing brutal honesty on a small town, and you and TFW head out to investigate the chaos. Unfortunately, when the truth curse forcing out every secret thought, you, Dean and Castiel might finally have to deal with all the unspoken tension no one will admit to feeling - if you don't die of embarrassment first. Sam, meanwhile, is having the time of his life watching this mess unfold.

This is my @spnfanficpond Secret Santa gift for @dreamytfw

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emeraldcutie44 · 3 months ago

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Dean's face🤣🤣

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It’s scented… right?

Summary: The boys help shop for all you feminine products while you are away

Word count: 0.6k

A/n: I really just needed to write, so, please injoy :)

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The buggy’s front wheel spun in quick circles, the squeaking irritating Dean the deeper into the store he went. Sam had two hands on the handle bar, leading them down various isles as he grabbed what was on the grocery list.

“Did you get the milk?” He asked, glancing at his brother as he placed a bag of chips into the buggy.

“No.”

“Why not? We were just at the dairy isle.”

Dean shrugged his shoulders eyes glazing across the chips. “I thought you grabbed it.”

A huff left Sam’s lips. “Yes, because I’d grab the milk after I told you to do it.”

“I’ll get it later, ok.” Dean told him, snatching the grocery list from his brothers hands. “What do we need to grab next?”

“Tampons and a couple pads.” Sam answered, having memorized the list already.

“Tampons and pads? I thought she had that.”

“No, Dean.” Sam muttered leading him and his brother to the feminine isle. “If she had it we wouldn’t need to get more.”

Cas made his way towards the brothers a case of beer in hand as he placed it into the cart. “All they had was light beer, so I hope that’s alright.” He told them, trailing next to the buggy.

“That’s fine, Cas.” Sam told the angel.

“Yeah, for you.” Dean mumbled, shooting a small glare at the alcohol.

Taking another turn, the three wandered down the isle stacked full of female products. Each stoping beside one another as they took in all of the many items that filled the shelves.

You’d asked Sam specifically to grab your feminine items, seeing as he’s the only one who’d lived with a woman before. It would have been a whole lot easier than asking Dean or Cas to do it.

“So,” Dean began arms crossing over one another as he stood before the various pads and tampons. “What does she need? Yellow? Green? Purple?”

Sam glanced up from the list to look at his brother. “What are you talking about? Why are you naming colors?”

He nodded towards a tampon box. “They all have different colors, Sam, kinda like fruits.”

Cas wondered over to Deans side, his eyebrows furrowing. “These things have taste?” He asked, picking up a box to look at it more closely.

“No.”

“Yes.”

Sam shot a glare at his older brother. “What?” Dean asked.

“Why would it be flavored?” He asked trying to reason with the man.

Dean shrugged his shoulders, taking the box back from Cas and placing it back in the shelf. “Some guys like that kind of stuff, Sam.”

Sam scrunched his nose in disgust. “That’s disgusting.”

“But it’s not flavored, Cas,” Dean began, turning towards the angel. “Because it’s scented.”

“Scented?”

“Dear god.” Sam mumbled to himself, running a hand across his face.

Dean nodded, gesturing to the rows of boxes. “Of course they’re scented. Because blood has smell, and so girls have to cover it up with a better smell.” He snapped his fingers, an example coming to mind. “Like perfume.”

Cas let out a small hum, his attention returning back to the products. Dean glanced over at his brother, his voice dropping down to a whisper. “It’s scented… right?”

Sam shook his head.

A small ‘oh’ fell from the older man’s lips, face ever so slightly heating up on how wrong he truly was. Facing the shelves one last time Dean had begun to pluck and pull a good many boxes from their previous spots. “We’ll just get one of everything,” he told the others, placing the items into the cart. “Better safe than sorry.”

A sigh fell from Sam’s lips as he watched both Dean and Cas place multiple box’s into the buggy, before wandering away to the desserts isle. Leaving the poor man with the over loaded cart full of felmine products.

“I’ll handle it, y/n,” he mumbled to himself, trailing after his brother and angelic friend. “I know what to get you, trust me.” Sam leaned his upper body against the handle bar, glancing over all the items that they’d gathered. “We won’t need to get more for another year or so now.”

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