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The Other Side of Reality Part 11

Dean Winchester x Reader

1100 Words

Story Summary: Y/N is a patient in an Asylum. Each and every day she noticed a handsome man sitting in the same place. Holding the same tattered book. Mumbling about ghosts, ghouls, and vampires. Almost two months later, she finally gathers up the courage to go up to him. To listen to his stories. Little did she know her life would change forever as she began to wonder if there was a hint of truth to his stories.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Time passed, Sam and Cas stayed away, and you stayed by Dean’s side. He never moved, laying there as still as a….well you didn’t want to think that far.

The sun filtered through the blinds, slowly sinking down before fading away. Your tears had long since gone away as well, your eyes sore as you sat there, staring down at Dean.

“This can’t be it,” You whispered for what had to be the hundredth time. “Dean, you can’t leave me.”

“He’s still here,” a voice spoke up from behind you, startling you. Jumping up so fast your chair tipped over, you stared at the intruder.

She held her hands up in a gesture of goodwill. Her nails were freshly manicured, her hair perfectly styled. She had a pale blue dress on, the fabric barely brushing her knees. She seemed to be in her forties, with slight wrinkles around her eyes. “Who the hell are you?” You asked, wishing you had some sort of weapon in your hand. You had no idea if your powers were back, or if they ever would be.

“Don’t you remember me?” She asked, and you quickly searched your freshly returned memories for any sign of her.

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The Knight of Your Dreams Part 2

Knight Dean x Reader

1100 Words

Story Summary: Y/N is magically transported through time, falling into the arms of Dean, a knight in the Medieval Ages. Can she make it back home, or will Dean have caught her heart?

Catch Up Here: Part 1

The bathtub was unlike anything you had ever seen before. Made of roughly cut wood, it was barely big enough for you to sit with your knees drawn up to your chest. It was placed in front of a large hearth, a fire roaring strong and warm.

Maids came and went, caring large pails of heated water, dumping them into the bathtub while you stood there watching. The lady of the house stood next to you, overseeing every move. Another maid, this one wearing a slightly fancier dress, came to curtsey next to her mistress, holding out a bundle of cloth along with a sliver of soap.

“This soap came all the way from France,” Lady Elsbeth told you. “Scented with lavender and made with the finest goats milk. It will clean you up nicely.”

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Fulfilling Promises

Dean Winchester x Reader

Drabble written for my follower celebration gif challenge. Requested by @sgarrett49

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, smut

You were getting frustrated. Dean had promised an evening. Just the two of you, some whiskey and his memory foam bed. He had sent you at least ten messages on his way home, with promises of everything he was going to do to you. It had made you all hot and achy, ready to just throw him on the bed and ravish him as soon as he got home.

But he was on the phone as soon as he arrived, talking to Jody about a case she was working. You sat on top of the kitchen table, staring at him in annoyance. You would have thought your skimpy shorts and tank top would have distracted him from his call, but he was very interested in whatever Jody had to say, and had been saying for the last twenty minutes.

That’s when you decided to take matters in your own hand. While he was distracted you slipped out of your shorts and underwear, leaving your bottom half bare. Leaning black slightly, you began running a finger through your folds which were already wet with arousal.

Dean still wasn’t looking, arguing about silver over iron on the phone. You kept going, thinking about the text Dean had sent you. His promise to leave beard burn marks all over your thighs as he devoured your pussy had you slipping one finger inside. It wasn’t what you wanted, but you moved it in and out, moaning as you imagined Dean’s thick fingers filling you up before…

You finally caught Dean glancing over, his eyebrows raising as he finally noticed you. “Jody, I…I’ve gotta…,” he stuttered, coming to stand in front of you.

“Keep talking,” you mouthed, spreading your legs wider as he sank down in the chair in front of you. You were feeling a little wicked, wanting to tease him after he ignored you for twenty minutes. Gulping, he nodded, listening to Jody as he moved one hand to join yours. While you continued to slide one finger in, he began running his callused thumb over your clit, causing you to moan.

“Is everything okay?” You could hear Jody asking over the phone, and Dean grumbled some sort of response.

“Y/N needs help,” he finally muttered, pressing the end button before tossing his phone onto the table. “I’m sorry sweetheart, it sounded serious.”

You pouted up at him, pulling your finger away, watching as he leaned down, licking it clean. “I know. But you can’t just send those type of texts and expect me to sit here and not pounce you.”

His lips twitched in a smile before he placed his hands on your knees. “Let me make it up to you,” he pleaded before his head disappeared between your thighs, his mouth easily finding it’s way to your oversensitive bundle of nerves, finally fulfilling his promise.

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Fifty Shades of Bucky: Unexpected News

Title:  Fifty Shades of Bucky:  Unexpected News

Author:  Mimi aka @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  You haven’t been feeling well and it takes its toll on you, making Bucky worry.

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Characters:  Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count:  1167

Warnings:  character illness, doctor visit, unbelievably cheesy fluff,

Author’s Notes:  Inspired by the books/movies in the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. I do use the books/movies as a reference, so some dialogue, etc, may sneak in. If you have an issue with this, please message me. Thank you @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan for putting up with me and reading my stuff even when you’re busy. I love you, woman.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.***

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Love

Michael Dean x Reader

Drabble written for my follower celebration challenge. Written for @lowlyapprentice

Warnings: None

“He’s still in here, you know,” Michael spoke, his voice deep, but not as gravely as Dean’s. “I can hear all of his thoughts, and all he can think about right now is you. Keeping you safe.”

You were currently tied to a chair, Michael striding around you, his long coat swirling about his calves.

You could feel every muscle in your body clenched tight with fear as you stared into familiar green eyes, so much more colder than normal. He was so unpredictable, being caught in his web had not been in your plan. “What is your plan with me?” You asked him, your voice shaking slightly.

“Hmm, I don’t know,” he whispered, his lips next to your ear before stepping back and facing you once again. “At first I thought just a snap of my fingers and you’d be one more problem gone away. But after seeing you here, and feeling what Dean is feeling…I don’t know.”

You couldn’t help yourself. You had to ask. “What is he feeling?”

Michael raised an eyebrow, pulling a chair over and sitting down in front of you, crossing his legs. “You really don’t know?”

You shook your head, hating the fact that the Angel Michael seemed to know more about your love life than you did.

Leaning back, he steepled his fingers together, cocking his head to the side. “Love. Y/N, he loves you, and it interests me. I have not felt this feeling before, and I want to know more about it.”

“Please. Just let me go,” you pleaded, tugging at the ropes.

He shook his head. “I don’t think so. You might love Dean, not me, but I want to study it as much as possible.”

Gulping, your eyes wide, you stared at Michael, wondering what was in store for you.

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Just a Shopping Trip

Dean Winchester x Reader

1700 Words

Written For: @spndarkbingo and @heavenandhellbingo

Squares Filled: Free Space (Dark) Demonic Possession (HH)

Warnings: Demonic Possession, dark fic, blood, torture

Striding down the hallway of the mall, you couldn’t help but smile. In your hands, you carried a couple of shopping bags, a surprise for both you and Dean.

Your anti-possession bracelet dangled on your wrist, looking pretty in the light but offering you protection as well. Dean had wanted you to get the tattoo but turns out you were allergic to the ink.

It was about time to head home, get ready to surprise Dean when he came home from visiting Jody. Dinner was already in the oven, you had just made a quick trip for the last few touches.

Rounding the corner you saw the lights flicker, something brushing against your wrist before your bracelet snapped off, falling to the ground.

“Shit,” you muttered, reaching down to pick it up when a force slammed into you, quickly taking over.

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Caught in the Act

Dean Winchester x Reader

Drabble written for my follower celebration gif challenge. 

So, I think (and hope) that gifs #9 and #10 were the same gif. So I combined them. Hope you don’t mind!! @deansgirl215 and @sgarrett49 If I’m wrong, please message me, and we’ll get it figured out!! 

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, female masturbation(slight), hint at smut

You had the hotel room all to yourself. Sam and Dean had gone to the local dive bar, and you had decided to stay back. You needed time for yourself, some peace and quiet.

As soon as they were gone, you had slipped into your favorite pajama’s, turning off the main light, making sure the curtain was fully covered before you climbed into bed. Soon you had a cheesy romantic movie playing in the background as you scrolled through your phone.

Time passed, and you could feel the tension slipping from your body. The room was warm, and even with your simple tank top and sleep shorts, you laid on top of the covers, trying to stay cool.

The story on your phone had reached a steamy scene, and your hand drifted down almost on its own accord, cupping your breast before sliding down your belly, resting low at the hemline of your shorts.

Your breath caught as the fanfic turned even steamier, and you moved your hand down, unconsciously rubbing your hand along your folds. So caught up in the story you didn’t hear the door open or the intake of breath. “Y/N?” Dean called out, waking you from your steamy fanfic.

Quickly you pulled your hand up and away, struggling to sit up in the horrid hotel bed. “Oh god,” you whispered, your cheeks bright red. Here was Dean, your best friend, standing there, no doubt staring at you in horror. You knew it wasn’t what he would want to see. His plus size friend with her hand down her pants. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize,” you stuttered, wanting to sink under the covers and never come back out.

It took you a moment to realize Dean was still staring your way, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he looked you over. It made it even worse, as you realized he must be pitying you. After all, you had stayed behind so you could…he probably figured it was the best you could do.

“Listen, I’ll just go get another room, and we can…we can just forget this whole thing ever happened,” you muttered.

“Y/N, can you shut up for a moment?” Dean muttered, slipping out of his coat. “Because if you’ll let me, I’ll make you feel better than your hand ever will.”

“Why? Because you feel sorry for me?” You blurted out, your cheeks still bright red, on the verge of crying.

Your words caught Dean off guard. Rolling back for a moment, he quickly shook his head no. “Hell no!” Y/N, I’ve been wanting to make a move for a long time. You’re so freaking hot, with your curves, and…,”

“But you’re you,” you argued. “And I’m…., I have trouble finding jeans that fit right, and my belly, it’s…,”

“Soft and beautiful, and I can’t wait to get my hands on it,” he interrupted. “So if you’re done arguing, I’d like to show you how much that body turns me on.”

Your heart racing, you nodded, watching as he stalked towards you, hoping that you weren’t making a move that would ruin your friendship.

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Mr. Smith

Summary: Dean and the reader have a fun day at the office…

Pairing: Dean Smith x reader

Square: Dean Smith

Word Count: 821

Warning: language, mature (office sex)

A/N: Written for @spnkinkbingo

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A New Life  Chapter 32: Can it Be

Dean Winchester x Reader

1150 Words

Story Summary: You’re a Demon who is trying to erase all the bad you’ve done, by helping the Winchesters. But the price to be good can be too much, even for a crossroads demon.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

The man paused, staring at you, waiting for you to answer, or at least for you to recognize him. His green eyes seemed familiar, but no matter how hard you pushed yourself, you couldn’t place this handsome man standing in front of you.

“I’m sorry, but do I know you?” You questioned, tilting your head to your side. “And why did you call me Y/N?” You were curious and scared, ready to run at the slightest suggestion that something wasn’t right.

“It’s me, Dean. You don’t remember me at all?” He asked, and you could sense the disappointment hidden in his voice.

Wanting to trust him, you willed your body to relax. “I’m sorry, but I don’t even know who I am, or where I should be.” You muttered, turning your head away in shame.

Dean took his callused hand, gently placing it on your chin, turning your face so your eyes were facing his. It was the move of a man comfortable with touching you, not of a stranger, and it shook you to the core.

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Helping You Relax

Dean Winchester x Reader

Drabble written for my follower celebration gif challenge. Requested by @abbessolute

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, oral, handcuffs, 

“Put these on,” Dean ordered, holding out a pair of handcuffs in one hand, his face unreadable. You were sitting on the edge of the motel bed, your foot tapping with anxious energy. You could feel it coursing through your body, left over from the thrill of the hunt.

“What? Why?” You asked.

His serious expression rapidly changed into one of mischief as he shook the metal handcuffs at you. “Because you need to calm down. You’re too pent up, and I want to help.”

Raising an eyebrow, you still made no move to raise your arms. “And putting on handcuffs is going to help? And I know we’re both into some kinky shit, but aren’t you supposed to use…,”

“Put the damn things on!” He growled, stepped close enough that he was towering over you. “I don’t have the fancy soft ones, so these will have to do. Put them on, and let me take care of you.”

Silently you raised your hands, and Dean snapped one over your wrist. “Guess we should get your shirt off as well,” he muttered half to himself, reaching for the hem of your shirt. You stayed still, letting him slide the simple t-shirt over your head. Your bra was next, leaving your upper body bare to Dean’s gaze. But you didn’t mind.

Dean helped you slide up to the top of the bed, wrapping the handcuffs through the iron bar before snapping it onto your other wrist. Your arms were tight above your head, pushing your breasts up high. You waited nervously to see what he would do next. “I can see how wound up you are,” he spoke softly, running his hand along your thigh. “I just want to help you relax.”

“I’m not sure handcuffs are the way to go,” you joked, your voice ending on a groan as he suddenly slid his hand under the waistband of your pants, cupping your mound eagerly. “Shut up and relax,” he ordered, pressing the palm of his hand tight against you, leaning forward to wrap his lips around your nipple.

You closed your back, trying to find a comfortable spot. But it was hard with your arms stretched above you, Dean’s hand moving inside your jeans, rubbing against you in a delicious way. “Dean,” you groaned, wanting to reach down and thread your fingers through his hair. But you couldn’t, and the thought drove you crazy.

“Just relax and feel,” he ordered, sliding down the bed so he could slip your jeans and panties down your legs. “Let me take the edge off for you.”

His wide shoulders settled between your legs, his eyes meeting yours before he leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your inner thighs. His hands held your hips still as his mouth settled over your clit, his tongue darting out and driving the little bundle of nerves wild. Gasping, you let the feelings take over you.

Dean’s mouth was nothing short of magical, and you could feel the muscles coiling in your lower stomach before it became too much. Writhing against the hold of Dean’s hands and the handcuffs, you came apart under his touch. It took a couple of minutes before you came back down to notice Dean resting beside you, a smile on his face. “Better?” He asked.

Your entire body felt heavy and relaxed and you nodded. “Much,” you sighed, reaching over and wrapping your fingers through his.

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Unexpected

Dean Winchester x Reader

Drabble written for my follower celebration. Requested by @maddiepants

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut

Stumbling into your room after a night spent with friends, you were wanting nothing more than to strip out of your clothes and fall into bed. Without turning on the lights, you slid out of your boots, throwing them towards the closest. Your leather coat came next, and then it was your jeans. Standing there in your shirt and panties, you started to move towards your bed when the light in the corner turned on.

Your heart in your chest, you backed up, reaching for the knife on your table until you noticed Dean sitting in the chair, his gaze intense. “Dean? What are you doing here?”

“Can’t a guy surprise his girl?” He asked, his voice low and dark, unlike what you were used to.

A little calmer now, you took a deep breath. “Sure, but next time, please don’t scare me like that.”

“I was enjoying the show,” he said, clenching his hand together. “Why don’t you continue?”

“Dean, I’m not really in the mood,” you muttered, even though you could feel heat coiling low in your belly. “It’s been a long night, and I…,”

“Y/N, do as I say,” he ordered, lowering his foot to the ground and spreading his legs. “And then you can come sit right here.” He patted his thigh.

Sure, you were tired and wanted nothing more to see. But the authority that Dean was wielding had you slipping your shirt over your head, your bra quickly following. Shimming your panties down your hips, you stood in front of him, waiting to see what he would do next.

Reaching out, his thumbs brush the skin of your thigh, his eyes dark in the shadows. “You’re so sexy,” he praised you, his hand cupped the globe of your ass as he pulled you closer. “Sit down.”

You let him guide you to his lap, but you were surprised when he had you straddle only one thick thigh. “I want to watch as you get yourself off.”

You could feel the rough denim against your sensitive folds, your arousal already dripping onto the fabric. Sliding your hand down to rub your clit, your eyes widened as he grabbed your hand. “No hands.”

He was serious, you could see that. Wondering what game he was up to, you began rocking your hips back and forth, trying to find a comfortable position. One that pressed your clit against his thigh. The rub of the denim had you throwing your head back, groaning as you moved your hips wantonly. “That’s it. Ride my thigh,” he grunted out, reaching out and taking hold of your hips in a bruising grasp. Holding you down tight against him as you rocked back and forth. You were close, your back arched as you moved.

Suddenly one hand moved from your hip, rubbing roughly against your bundle of nerves and you came with a cry, your body stilling. “That was amazing,” you whispered, ready to slump forward into his embrace.

He smiled, his eyes flashing black. “It certainly was. And we’re just getting started.”

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Caught in the Sun

Dean Winchester x Reader

A drabble written for my challenger celebration. Requested by @maddiepants

A/N: Fluff

“What do you think Dean will want?” You asked Sam as you stared at the huge variety of junk food in front of you. “They’re all out of their mini pies, and I’m just not sure what candy bar to get him.”

Sam stood next to you, his arms ladened with banana’s and apples, staring at the candy bars with a frown. “Y/N, he will love anything you pick. Even if it’s loaded with sugar and preservatives.”

You patted his shoulder, before reaching down and picking up two candy bars, one for you and one for Dean. “True, but at least we don’t have to worry as much with the Leviathan out of the way.”

“True,” Sam called over his shoulder, heading to the coolers to get a bottle of water. Paying for your snacks, you stepped out, shielding your eyes from the bright sun overhead. Once your eyes were used to the summer sun, you looked around for the Impala.

Dean had parked it off to the side while he waited for you and his brother. He stood there, leaning against the side of his car, his ankles crossed, staring your way. He had this soft smile on his face, his eyes as green as the grass in the field across the street.

“What?” You asked, moving closer to him, trying not to blush under his gaze.

His smile turned bashful as he ducked his head down. “You’re beautiful, you know that right?”

It was your turn to act bashful, hiding your expression as you dug through the bag for his snacks. “I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable,” he continued, taking the offered candy bar. “But when you walked out, the sun just made your hair shine. You were just stunning, and I thought you should know.”

With your cheeks a bright rosy red, you stepped closer to him, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Dean. Hearing you say that means the world to me.”

Sam had just come out of the convenience store then, and you scooted back before Dean could pull your lips to his. Groaning in annoyance, Dean glared at his brother who seemed oblivious.

“Y/N, why don’t you sit in the front for a while,” Sam offered. “I think I’m going to take a nap.”

Within minutes you were settled in the passenger seat of the Impala, the radio playing soft classic rock. Sam snored in the back, sprawled across the backseat. With the window rolled down, you closed your eyes, soaking in the comforts of a road trip when Dean reached over, pulling you closer to him. Satisfied when you were nestled next to him, he reached down, threading his fingers through yours. “There, that’s better,” he exclaimed, squeezing your hand before he continued down the road.

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Game Time

Dean Winchester x Reader

Drabble written for my follower celebration challenge!! Requested by @mlovesstories

Warnings: None. Fluff

Something wasn’t right, you could feel it as you felt the comforting darkness left you to the cold air surrounding you. Reaching over blindly, you searched for Dean, hoping to find him on the other side of the bed. You wanted nothing more than to curl against his side, letting the rhythmic touch of his hand lull you back to sleep.

But his side of the bed was cold, the sheets pulled back. Yawning, you slipped out of bed, wondering where he had gone to. His Dead Guy robe was still thrown across the sofa, and you slipped it on, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

The hallway was dark, the tile cold against your feet as you made your way to the bathroom. Wondering if Dean was in there. But it was just as dark as the hallway, and you continued down, to the library.

It was the first sign of life in the middle of the night. A couple of lights were on, barely lighting up your favorite room of the Bunker. A couple of empty beer bottles lined one of the tables. But that’s not what caught your eye. It was Dean, sitting at the far table, a child’s board game in front of him.

He had a scowl on his face as he tried to make it work. Leaning against the doorframe, you watched as he worked, wondering. Had he ever had a chance to play something simple like a board game?

“I know you’re there,” he muttered as the game snapped. “Come help me figure this out.”

“Dean, it’s like two in the morning,” you argued, but you still moved forward, coming to stand beside him, resting your hand on his shoulder.

Without warning, Dean pulled you down into his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. “Dean, why are you playing a board game this late at night?”

“I found it in the garage. I thought if I could figure it out, we could play tomorrow. Have some sense of normalcy.”

You turned your head, pressing your lips to the bottom of his jaw. “Thank you. But can we please go back to bed?’

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Puppy Love Part 3

Musician Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary:  Y/N is desperate for a job, and takes one taking care of a couple of dogs. Little does she know that it’s for one of the most successful Musician’s ever. Will she get to know her new boss, and what happens when she realizes who he is. 

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

The apartment above the garage was not exactly what you had expected. It was almost three times the size of your old apartment, and so much nicer. It came fully furnished, the couches and chairs a soft brown suede. The walls were painted a light tan, nice and clean. No ugly water stains on the white ceiling, or disgusting stains on the wood floors. It had an open floor concept, with a bar and stools separating the living area and the kitchen. It had high-end appliances and came stocked with bowls, plates and anything else you might need to cook with.

Down the hallway past the kitchen was the bedroom. As large as your other bedroom, it came with a simple black headboard and two nightstands. The bathroom was across the hall, with both a bathtub and a shower. A small patio was off to the back of the living area let you overlook the large backyard.

It was so much better than anything you could have hoped for. You couldn’t believe how generous Jensen had been to give you this place to stay. He didn’t know you, you were a new nobody that worked underneath him. He was a huge, rising star. And yet, he had shown you more kindness that most people ever had.

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The Other Side of Reality Part 10

Dean Winchester x Reader

1100 Words

Story Summary: Y/N is a patient in an Asylum. Each and every day she noticed a handsome man sitting in the same place. Holding the same tattered book. Mumbling about ghosts, ghouls and vampires. Almost two months later, she finally gathers up the courage to go up to him. To listen to his stories. Little did she know her life would change forever as she began to wonder if there was a hint of truth to his stories.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Sam raced over to catch you as you fell, gently wrapping his arms around you. “Shh, we’re here now,” he assured you, his eyes full of pain. Cas had raced over to Dean who was still unresponsive on the gurney behind you, his eyes searching over Dean’s body in horror.

“Cas, can you heal him?” Sam asked, trying to help you to your feet. Your legs wobbled, your entire body shaking with exhaustion.

“I think so,” Cas muttered. “But it’s going to take a lot of work, and I will be weak afterward. Very weak.”

Grinding his teeth together, Sam took a deep gulping breath. “We need to get out of here. Find someplace safe where we can get this all fixed. Y/N, do you think there are more guards out there?”

I don’t know,” you answered meekly, your legs threatening to buckle. “I took most of them out, but…,”

Sam slid his arm under your knees, lifting you up with ease. “Cas, you’ve got Dean. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Sam led the way, moving quietly through the wrecked hallways, his boots crunching the lead paint and broken glass as he headed towards the front entrance of this horrid place. Your eyes started to drift shut, but you force them back open, needing to be aware of your surroundings. Both Sam and Cas were handicapped with you and Dean, and you needed to help them as much as possible.

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Ahhhh. That cliffhanger. Hopefully everything will go well. Can’t wait for the next part

An Arranged Marriage Chapter 44

Dean Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary: An AU of sorts. Where hunters have communities and arrange marriages for their young. Y/N is from the Northwest region, arranged to marry Dean, from the midwest region.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

Your reunion was short-lived. Crowley came and broke the two of you apart. “Let’s get you two up to the top before Sam and Cas come tearing my place to shreds.”

Dean helped you to your feet, keeping his arm wrapped around your shoulders. “What about that noise outside?”

Crowley glanced towards the hidden door, shrugging his shoulders. “Oh, that? They’ll let us through.”

“Crowley!” You exclaimed. “They just tried to kill both of us not too long ago. What’s changed?”

He looked sheepishly away for a moment. “Nothing. They are unruly, and they won’t listen. They’re supposed to listen to me! I’m the one who called them. I’m their master!” He yelled, throwing his hands up in the air.

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Yes! I’m so glad. Hopefully Dean will help her remember. Can’t wait for the next part

A New Life Chapter 31: Bus Ride

Dean Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Story Summary: You’re a Demon who is trying to erase all the bad you’ve done, by helping the Winchesters. But the price to be good can be too much, even for a crossroads demon.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

The light was blinding, cutting off everything else in your vision. You tried covering your eyes, but the light still filled your gaze, even in the dark.

“Ma'am, are you okay?” Some man asked you while you struggled, a hint of authority in his voice.

Finally getting adjusted to the bright light, you slowly removed your hand from your eyes, glancing around in surprise at the man attempting to help you. He was wearing a dark blue uniform, a badge pinned proudly to his chest. He had a slight dusting of scruff on his chin, his eyes were almost gray in color, and he was tall, at least taller than you.

“Ma'am?” He repeated because you still hadn’t answered him. You looked around, the city sidewalk busy around you, with high skyscrapers slowly blocking out the sun that had moments ago blinded you.

“Where am I?” You whispered, having no recollection of what you were doing on that street. The more you thought about it, you had no recollection of who you were or anything else about you.

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