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[killerofdreams]

Supernatural Part 4

"What's going on?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. I already told you everything I know." Ceara told him.

"The crash killed him." Dean said walking around the car back to where Sam said Ceara were.

"You're sure?" Sam asked.

"There's no heart beat so yeah I'm pretty sure."

"Let's get her out of here."

"How do we get her back in her own timeline?"

"Not sure. Wait didn't you say you fall asleep then just woke up here?"

"Yeah." Ceara told him.

"Then go to sleep and hope it works again."

"Okay I'll try."

"Come on we were on our way to a motel . You can sleep there."

"Alright." Dean drove them to the motel they had been headed to.

"Just pick a bed." Sam told Ceara as they walked into their hotel room.

"Okay." She walked over to one of the beds and laid down.

"We'll try and be quiet." Sam told her. He and Dean sat down at the little table that was in the room.

"And you said this town would be boring." Dean said.

"Guess I was wrong." Sam said. "But this makes no sense."

"Which part?"

"All of it. I mean why dose he want to kill her so badly. And time travel?"

"We've done it before."

"I know but that was with Cas."

"You're right. So how'd the crazy dude do it?"

"No clue."

"When did she say she had met us? The first second time?"

"Three months from now."

"Then we have three months to figure it out."

"Do you think she's asleep?"

"How should I know?"

"Maybe we have to sleep. I mean otherwise she would just disappear right?"

"I guess so. But you sleep on the floor."

"Ceara are you alright?" Sam asked her. When she opened her eyes she saw him and Dean looking back at her from the front seat of the car.

"Yeah." She told him. "I'm fine just had a weird dream."

"That wasn't a dream." Dean told her. "Unless we had the same one three months ago."

"But how is that possible?"

"We don't know yet." Sam told her. "We're close though."

"You need to get to bed before your dad finds out that you're not here."

"Okay."

"We'll meet up with you in the morning. Have breakfast and talk okay?"

"Okay." She got out of the car and then walked in her house.

"Where have you been?" Her father asked as she walked in the front door.

"With Sam and Dean."

"Who?"

"Doesn't matter."

"It does to matter. Do you have any idea how late it is?"

"No."

"Go to bed!"

"Okay."

"Hey dad I'm gonna go get breakfast with a few friends." Ceara said walking down the stairs the next morning.

"Which friends?" He asked.

"You don't know them."

"Where are you going to eat?"

"A place with food and that's about all I know."

"Fine but come back as soon as you're done. It might be Saturday but you still have homework."

"No I don't. They didn't hand out any yesterday and I've finished all that I had."

"You still can't be gone all day."

"Fine." She left the house and stared walking to the Cafe She would meet Sam and Dean at. She was waiting to cross the street when she heard a very familiar voice. "Ceara?" She turned around and saw Peter standing behind her.

"Hey." She said trying and failing to not sound surprised.

"Hey? I've not seen you since you ran off three months ago and now I just get a hey?"

"Right sorry. About that I had a family emergency thing. Sorry."

"That's fine. Is everyone okay?"

"Yeah everyone's fine."

"Okay well I'd love to see you later."

"Yeah me too."

"I've got something to do with my dad right now but maybe later?"

"Your dad?"

"Yeah just a few errands."

"Okay well call me when you're done."

"Okay."

"Bye." She ran across the street without even looking and ran to the Cafe. She went and sat at the table Sam and Dean were at.

"I saw Peter."

"Really?" Sam asked. "So he's alive?"

"Yeah and so is his dad."

"What? That's not possible." Dean said. "He was dead."

"Yeah like you've never dealt with someone who came back to life."

"We have but it's a real pain in the ass."

"Did you see his dad?" Sam asked.

"No but Peter said he had to run some errands with his dad."

"Why dose his dad want to kill you?"

"I told you. I don't know."

"I think you do." Dean told her.

"Well I don't."

"We believe you." Sam told her. "But we need to find out so if there was ever anything that he seemed to not like now would be a good time to tell us."

"He just always hated me. Since I met Peter."

"Can you think of any reasons for that?"

"No. Not really."

"You met Peter before your mom died right?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Just making sure."

"Does that have to do with anything?"

"Not really no."

"We need in that basement." Dean said.

"Is this Attack on Titan now?" Ceara asked.

"What's that?"

"It's a show. Just move on."

"Okay well I don't think we should take Ceara back there." Sam said.

"But if Peters back then can't she visit him?"

"His dad won't let me." Ceara told him.

"Really?" Sam asked.

"Never has wanted me in that house."

"Then Dean and I will break in."

"What do you think happened to Peters grave?" Dean asked.

"We can take a look."

"It's just blank." Ceara said. "Why does it matter?" They were standing in front of ,what used to be, Peter's grave.

"That one is still there and blank." Dean said.

"So?"

"What do you think are in these blank graves?"

"Dirt."

"We can check." Sam said.

"You're going to dig up a grave?"

"Done it before."

"Why am I not surprised?"

"Keep watch." Dean told her. "Let us know if you see anyone."

"Okay." Sam and Dean pulled out two shovels from their bag and started digging up the first grave.

"Nothing." Dean said.

"What about Peters?"

"Won't it be that same?" Ceara asked.

"Probably but might as well check."

"Okay." Sam and Dean started digging up Peters grave.

"I hit something." Sam said.

"Is it a rock?" Dean asked.

"Yes Dean it's a rock and I just wanted to tell you. No it looks like wood."

"Break it."

"You two do remember that it's broad daylight right?" Ceara asked.

"That's why you're keeping watch."

"Fine." Sam started hitting the wood planks with his shovel till it broke in the middle.

"What?" Sam said.

"What is it?" Dean asked.

[killerofdreams]

Headphones

Pairing: Eren x Mikasa

Warnings: none just some fluff

Mikasa was staying with Annie while Eren was on vacation with his family. Mikasa had been invited to go with them to visit family who lived on the beach but she and Annie have been trying to find time to hang out so she decided to stay home. Eren has been gone for two days. Mikasa was sitting with her legs crossed on the bed in the spare bedroom she was staying in with her laptop open video chatting Eren. “How is your uncle?” She asked him.

“Pretty good.” He told her grabbing his headphones, he was about to start a game with Armin. “Although I’ve mostly either been in this game room or the pool. How’s Annie? Are you two having fun?”

“Yeah. We’ve been watching movies and stuff like that.”

“Sounds nice.” He put his headphones on and started the game. Every once in awhile he would take his headphones off and complain about the game or Armin. Mikasa was leaning up against the head board watching Eren. At this point she was pretty sure he couldn’t hear her while his headphones were on. He slide his headphones off one ear and looked at her. “No matter what Armin tells you his control worked fine he just sucks at this game.” She laughed and he put his headphones back on returning his attention to the game. She smiled at him. “I love you.” She said.

“Hm?” He asked pulling the headphones awhile from his ear.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Okay.” He put them back on and when back to his game. “I love you too.” He said turning to face the camera fully so she could see that he had the headphones behind his ear so he could hear. He smiled at her. “That was dirty.” He shrugged and when back to his game.

“It worked out pretty well wouldn’t you say?”

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The Last Motel Room

Dean x Reader

Dean pulled the impala into the parking lot of a small motel. It was midnight and you and Dean were on your way back to the bunker after a hunt. Sam had stayed in a few towns over because he wanted a break and there was some kind of art festival. You decided to go with Dean for two reasons. One you were tired and were looking forward to getting back home. And two you’ve always kinda had a thing for Dean and we’re looking forward to the alone time. Dean parked the car then turned to look at you.

“I’m going to go get us a room. I’ll be right back.” He told you then got out of the car. After a few minutes he came back holding a key. “Luckily we got here when we did.” He told you as you got out of the car. “This is the last room.” You grabbed your bag then followed Dean to your motel room. He opened the door to reveal a small room with one bed in the middle. You looked to Dean nervously and bit your lip.

“Hog the blankets and you sleep in the floor.” He said then dropped his bag and crashed into the bed falling asleep immediately.

This is just a short little joke fic😂 happy April fools!

[killerofdreams]

Set Aside Our Differences

Paring: Eren x Jean

Jean sat at a table in the corner of the dinning hall pushing around his food nervously. He watched as Eren ate. He was sitting with Armin and Mikasa a few tables over. He laughed at something Armin said then stood up. He said something to them, Jean assumed it was bye because after that he turned and walked away. Jean followed him out of the dinning hall leaving his plate half full.

“Hey Eren do you have a minute?” Jean asked when he walked through the door of the dining hall leaving the two of them alone in the hallway.

“Why do you want horseface?” Eren asked turning to look at him with his arms crossed. Jean rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Well...um...” Jean stuttered. “I was thinking...I know we’ve been at odds since day one. Because we were both kinda fighting over Mikasa and well neither one of us are really getting anywhere with that. And you know stress is really high right now so...” Jean looked Eren, who was just standing there with his eyebrows raised trying to follow what Jean was saying, in the eyes. “Maybe...we could...you know...” Jean did an awkward hand motion and Eren stood there for another minute till realization of what Jean meant hit him. He opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. “Um...” he started. Jean took a step closer to him. “We don’t have to tell anyone.” Jean told him. “It can just be our little secret.” They both turned to look at the door of the dining hall. Eren sighed in relief when he saw that it was Mikasa. He ran over to her and grabbed her face and kissed her. He pulled away and she looked at him surprised then gave him a slight smile.

“What was that for?” She asked him.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Eren gave her another peck on the lips and Jean walked down the hall to his room with his head hanging.

This is just an April fools joke. I’ve never fully understood this ship and this is the only way I can see it going😂 anyway Eremika for the win!

[killerofdreams]

Saving Grace Part 2

Pairing Dean x Reader

Summery Your parents aren’t tell Sam and Dean something and they know it.

Sam and Dean pulled into the driveway of the small house at 5:00pm. “Doesn’t look like they’re home.” Sam said.

“Perfect. Let’s take a look around.” Dean told him. They walked to the front door and Dean quickly picked the lock. They started searching the house. Sam started in the living room while Dean looked in the kitchen. “Hey Sam.” Dean said opening a door in the hallway.

“What is it?” Sam asked walking up to him.

“Basement. Something freaky is always happening in the basement.” Sam pulled out his gun and they slowly started walking down the stairs. The stairwell was dark. When they reached the bottom Sam saw a light switch. He turned it on and they could hear something shifting around. Sam raised his gun as Dean reaches for his. They rounded the corner and saw a girl sitting in the floor chained to the wall with a tie around her mouth. She was wearing a school uniform. Her face was bruised and she had a cut on her lip that was bleeding. “That’s Y/n.” Sam said. Dean put away his gun and walked over to her. She scooted back as he got closer. “Hey it’s okay.” He told her. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He reached around her and undid the tie. “I’m Dean and that’s my brother Sam.”

“Y/n.” You said in a low, scratchy voice.

“You’re safe now.” Sam told you as he undid your chains. Once the chains were off you rubbed your wrist. “Let’s get her out of here before her parents get back.” Sam said. He extended his hand to you and you took it. He pulled you up to your feet. Your legs were weak and shaking. He wrapped his arm around your waist to steady you. They heard the door open and the floors creak. You grabbed on to Sam shirt and stepped closer to him. “It’s okay.” He told you. He looked around. “The window.” He helped you walked over to the small window at the top of the wall while Dean opened it. He climbed through. “Lift her up.” He told Sam. Sam kneeled down and helped you step up on his knee. Dean grabbed your waist and pulled you threw the window. Sam climbed through the window and the three of you started walking to the car. “What are you doing?” Ally asked standing in the front door. You hid behind Sam. “What are you doing with our daughter?” “We found her tied up in your basement.” Dean told him.

“You broke into our house? I’m calling the cops.”

“Then we’ll just tell them what you did.”

“Why would they believe you? Y/n get back in here now!” She took another step towards the door and it slammed shut. You jumped back a bit. You could see the handle wiggling like they were trying to open it but couldn’t. Sam turned to you and started pulling you towards the car. He helped you in the backseat then climbed in the front with Dean. Dean pulled out of the driveway right as your dad got the door open and rushed out.

You got out at the motel Sam and Dean were staying at. You and Sam got out and Dean went to get food. You walked into the motel room. There were two queen sized beds and a small sofa. You walked over to the sofa and sat down. “Do you need anything?” Sam asked you.

“I’m okay.”

“Deans on his way with food.”

“Okay.” Your voice was still a little scratchy. Sam grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to you. “Thank you.” You took it and drank some. Your throat was sore and it hurt to swallow but you continued to drink.

“Do you want to watch some tv?” He asked sitting on the sofa next to you.

“Sure.” He turned the tv on and you watched tv till Dean got back. He walked in holding a few bags and a pizza box. “What’s that?” Sam asked getting up to help him.

“I got a few things for her.” Dean told him. “And some paper plates.” They made three plates of pizza. Sam brought you your plate and sat down next to you with his. Dean walked over with his plate and a grey fluffy blanket. “Here.” He said handing it to you then sitting down.

“Thank you.” You said draping the blanket across your legs. After you finished eating you laid down on the sofa and Sam and Dean went to bed. It was a little past two in the morning when Dean woke up to the sound of you whimpering. “Y/n?” He asked but you didn’t answer. He got up and walked over to you. You were still asleep. Squirming and whimpering. “Hey it’s okay.” He kneeled down next to you. “Shh it’s just a dream.” He stroked your hair but you didn’t calm down. “Hey Y/n.” He said shaking your shoulder. “Wake up.” You jerked awake and sat up breathing heavy. “Hey it’s okay.”

“What’s going on?” Sam asked walking over to you.

“Y/n had a nightmare.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Sam asked sitting next to you.

“It was just about my parents.” You told him.

“Oh yeah why did they lock you up?” You looked down at your hands. “Because...” you started. “Because they were scared of me.”

“They were scared of you?” Dean asked and you nodded still looking at your hands.

“Why?” Sam asked.

“Because I...I can do...stuff.”

“Like what?”

“I closed the door.”

“You did?”

“I didn’t mean to. I got scared and it closed.” Dean looked up at Sam.

“What else can you do?”

“I’m not really sure. I try not to use it.”

“It?” Dean asked.

“My...magic.”

“Can you show us?” Sam asked.

“Um...” you looked around the room. “Sure.” An empty beer bottle fell off the bedside table. Sam and Dean looked up at the sound of glass breaking.

“Did you do that?” Dean asked pointing and the broken glass. You nodded. “That’s pretty cool.” He said with a smile looking up at Sam. “Yeah it is.” Sam said. “How long have you been able to do this?”

“A year.”

“Okay. Come on you can sleep with me.” You stood up and followed him to he’s bed.

“I don’t know about this Sam.” Dean whispered. It was 6:00am and you were still asleep. “I mean a witch...”

“She’s not a witch.” Sam told him, keeping his voice low like his brothers.

“What?”

“She doesn’t use spells or hax bags.”

“So what? She just has magic?”

“I think so.”

“But what if she’s dangerous? I mean her parents were afraid of her for a reason.”

“Because they don’t understand it. People are afraid of what they can’t explain.”

“But what if that’s not it? What if there’s something else going on?”

“We can ask her.” He said when he realized you were awake. “Y/n what happened to make your parents afraid of you?”

“I told them.” You said. “They didn’t believe me at first, they called me crazy. But then I showed them.”

“How did you show them?” Dean asked.

“Like you. I knocked something over. Then they still didn’t believe I did it so I put it back.”

“So you can move things with your mind?” Sam asked.

“I guess.”

“Do you know what a witch is?” Dean asked.

“I’m not a witch.”

“Right.”

“I don’t think she is.” Sam told him. “I think she might have an ability.”

“Great.” Dean said taking a sip of his beer. “More weirdos.”

“Dean!”

“What?”

“She’s right there.”

“Oh come on Sam. She knows.” You looked down at your hands. Of course you knew. That all your parents called you for the last six months.

“Y/n get cleaned up and we’ll go get some breakfast and then go see Ava and Sophia.”

“Okay.” You got up and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

“What’s wrong with you?” Sam asked Dean who just shrugged and took another sip of beer. “We’re helping her.”

“We already did.”

“No, we got her out of the basement. What do you think will happen if we just leave her here on her own?”

“Fine. We’ll call the cops and let them know the parents did it. They go to jail and we can leave.”

“Okay. Are you coming with us?”

“Yeah. I’ll call in the car while she’s talking to her friends.” You walked out of the bathroom with wet hair still in your uniform. They were a few wet spots from where you tried to clean of some blood but it didn’t work. Your lip had stop bleeding but you still had a few little scratches all over your face and a dark bruise on your cheekbone under your left eye. “Ready to go?” Sam asked you and you nodded.

You had just eaten breakfast and now you were sitting in the parking lot of the school. You played with your hands nervously in the backseat. “You ready to go see Ava and Sophia?” Sam asked turning around and smiling at you.

“And Mr. Adams I’m sure.” Dean said.

“Dude.” Sam slapped his arm.

“What?” You asked.

“Because you were boning him.”

“I wasn’t.”

“Sure.”

“Come on.” Sam said getting out of the car. He opened your door and helped you out. You started walking to the school behind Sam but stop when you reached the door. He pushed the door open and looked back at you. “What’s wrong?” He asked when he saw a tear run down your cheek. “I don’t want to see them.” You told him. Your voice breaking as more tears fall.

“Is this about Dean? Don’t let him upset you.”

“Why does he hate me?” You were fully crying now. Sam wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to his chest. “It’s okay.” He said rubbing your back.

“I didn’t sleep with him.”

“I know you didn’t.”

“I promise.”

“Alright thank you.” Dean hung up his phone.

“You’re an asshole!” Sam said slinging the car door open.

“Well considering I just got the parents arrested I’d say I’m not.”

“Well considering you just made a little girl cry I’d say you are.” Sam got in the car and closed the door with an aggravated huff.

“Where is she anyway?”

“She’s talking to her friends.”

“Great lets go.”

“What? No. We’re not going to just leave her here.”

“Come on Sammy we’ve done enough.”

“No, we’ve not.” You got back in the backseat. “You okay?” Sam asked.

“I’m fine. What are we doing now?”

“We’re going to drop you off at your house and then we’re leaving.” Dean told you.

“But...”

“Your parents are in jail.”

“We can’t just leave her alone.” Sam said.

“How old are you?” Dean asked.

“Eighteen.” You told him.

“She’s an adult Sam. She’ll be fine.”

Dean parked in front of your house and you went to open the car door. “I’ll walk you in.” Sam said getting out. You and Sam walked into the house and Dean waited in the car. After twenty minutes Dean was starting to get impatient. He honked a few times and after a few minutes Sam leaned out the door and flipped him off. Then he walked out carrying a grey suitcase and you stood on the steps holding a backpack. “What are you doing?” Dean asked.

“I’m packing her stuff.” Sam told him.

“What?”

“She’s coming with us.”

“Like hell she is.”

“Dean she has nothing. She has no family, no car, her parents left the house to someone else, and she has no money. So I’m not leaving her.” He put your suitcase in the trunk and opened the backseat door. “Get in.” He told you. You looked over at Dean who looked angry them back at Sam. “It’s fine. Just get in.” You climbed in the backseat and sat your backpack next to you. Dean glared at Sam as he got in. Sam just looked at him and smiled. Dean reluctantly pulled out of the driveway.

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Reblog if you write SPN fanfics. I want to find some new blogs and writers!

Also any recommendations for blogs/writers and or fics/series are greatly appreciated!

[killerofdreams]

Supernatural Part 3

Summery Sam, Dean, and Ceara break into Peter’s house, making Erik very angry.

"Why would he have tried to kill you?" Sam asked.

"He hates me." Ceara told him.

"Why?"

"I don't know. He just always has."

"What happened to Peter?"

"I already told you."

"There's something you're not telling us."

"It was my fault."

"How?"

"His dad hit him. Not on purpose. He was trying to hit me but he got in the way."

"Eric hit his own son with a car?" Dean asked.

"Not on purpose."

"But why did he hate you?"

"I don't know but I've not been allowed to go to their house for the last two years. He gets mad."

"Was that the first time he tried to kill you?"

"No he's tried for years."

"Why didn't you tell someone?"

"I don't know but I know I should have."

"We should tell his mom."

"No. She'll be mad at me."

"Why would she be mad at you?"

"I thought we were trying to figure out how I can see dead people. Not what happened to Peter."

"Right sorry. Got anything Sammy?"

"Nope."

"Okay I know you don't want to talk about this but we need to know more about Eric."

"Why?" Ceara asked.

"He hit his son with a car."

"What do you want to know."

"Is there anywhere in the house he doesn't let you go?"

"He doesn't want me in the house at all but he doesn't let anyone in the basement."

"The basement? Of course."

"We need to get in there." Sam said.

"Tonight around midnight we'll sneak in."

"Good luck with that." Ceara told them.

"You're coming to."

"Fine."

"We'll pick you up at midnight." Sam told her.

"Okay."

"Who doesn't keep a key under the welcome mat?" Dean asked throwing the mat down. They were at Peter's house a little after midnight.

"Normal people not in tv shows." Sam told him.

"Shut it Sammy."

"Ceara do you know of a way to get in?"

"Peter used to keep his window unlocked and there's a tree right next to it." Ceara told him. "That's how I use to get in."

"Lead the way." Sam and Dean followed Ceara to the back of the house. "There." She told them stopped in front of a tree the lead up to a window on the second floor.

"So we just climb up there and open the window?" Dean asked. "This will be easy." He walked over to the tree and quickly climbed up it. He leaned over to the widow and pulled on it but it didn't open. "Damn it."

"The window pulls down."

"That's stupid."

"I know." Dean pulled down on the window and it slid open. "Yes." He slid through the widow and Ceara and Sam climb up the tree and in the window.

"Where's the basement?" Sam asked.

"The door in the living room."

"Okay let's go and try not to wake anyone up."

"Yeah, yeah." Dean said waking out of Peters room. Sam, Dean, and Ceara walked down the hall and down the stairs. The stairs ended in the living room.

"Is that it?" Sam asked pointing to a door by the fireplace.

"Yeah." Ceara told him. They walked over to the door and Dean tried to open it. "Locked." Dean said.

"Great. Do you know where the key is?" Sam asked Ceara.

"No. I don't sorry."

"That's fine. Dean pick the lock. Quietly."

"I'm always quiet." Dean said. He started to pick the lock.

"You okay Ceara?"

"Yeah I'm fine."

"Almost. Annnnnnndddddd got it." Dean said opening the door.

"What are you three doing?" They all froze. Sam turned around to see Eric standing at the top of the stairs.

"We can explain." He told him.

"We can?" Dean asked.

"Get out of my house before I call the cops." Eric told them.

"Right." Sam said pushing Ceara towards the door. "This won't happen again." They all ran outside to the car.

"That went well." Dean said. " Hey Ceara?"

"Yeah?"

"Is Peter buried in that graveyard?"

"He is. Why?"

"His parents live across the street from where he's buried?" Sam asked.

"That's messed up." Dean said. "Let's go take a look at his grave."

"Why?" Ceara asked.

"Call it a hunch."

"Okay. Fine." They followed Ceara into the graveyard and to where Peter was buried.

"What are you looking for?" Ceara asked.

"Not sure yet. Why is that tombstone blank?" Dean asked.

"Don't know but it's been there since Peter was buried."

"What are you three doing here?" Eric asked walking up to them.

"This is a graveyard." Dean said. "We can be here if we want."

"Do you know why this tombstone is blank?" Sam asked.

"That's none of your business."

"You sound like you got a secret there buddy." Dean said.

"Like I said it's none of your business. Now why don't you take Ceara home before I call her dad."

"Right well sorry about your son." Sam told him.

"I'm not." Dean said.

"Dean!"

"No I'm sorry the boy died but he gets no sympathy from me. I mean he hit his own son with a car."

"How do you now about that?" Eric asked.

"Ah forget it. Let's get Ceara home." The three of them started walking towards the car.

"How do you know about that! Did Ceara tell you? Get back here! You'll pay!"

"Don't listen to him." Sam whispered to Ceara. "It's okay." They made their way back to the car and started driving to Ceara’s house.

"That dudes messed up." Dean said.

"Yeah. Ceara's asleep." Sam told him.

"I thought cars terrified her."

"They do. She must be out of it."

"Must be."

"Ceara? You okay?"

"Hmm?" Ceara opened her eyes. She was outside leaning up against a brick wall. She knew this place but couldn't remember how.

"Ceara?"

"What?" She turned to look at who was talking to her but it wasn't Sam or Dean. It was a boy her age with long blond hair and blue eyes.

"You okay?" He asked. She remembered now. She knew where she was and definitely knew who was talking to her. Of course she did how could she forget his voice so quickly it wasn't that long ago. And where she was. It was imbedded in her memory. The movie theater. But how could she have gotten here? She won't even go down this road anymore. She looked away from him. Looked at the road and the bridge behind it. Then she saw it. Saw something that made her think she was crazy. Eric's car. Facing them. Right across the street. She looked back at the blond. He opened his mouth as if to say something but before he could Ceara had taken off running down the sidewalk away from him. She ran down the sidewalk till she came to a crossroads. She looked behind her. Eric's car was pulling out of where it had been parked and starting down the street towards her. She looked down the road in front of her and saw headlight. And for a few minutes that's all she could see but then she could see the car. A black 1967 Chevy Impala. It turned and went down the street to her left. She ran after it. The car stopped at a stoplight and she ran up to the drivers side window and started hitting it. "Dean! Sam!" She yelled as she hit the window.

"Whoa calm down." Dean said rolling the window down. "What's going on?"

"I don't know." She told him. "You have to help me!"

"Help you with what?" Sam asked getting out of the car and walking over to her.

"Sammy what are you doing?"

"This will sound crazy I know." Ceara told him. "But I think I might have some how gone back in time. And I know that's not possible but you two have seen a lot of impossible stuff as hunters right? But I know you. I know you don't remember me but I'm Ceara and you were trying to help me understand why I can see people who have died when we snuck in to Peters house who was dead and we made his dad mad and he said we'd pay. Then I fall asleep in the back of your car and woke up here. Next to Peter."

"Didn't you say he was dead?" Dean asked who was now out of the car standing next to Sam.

"He was."

"Calm down." Sam said. "You said your name was Ceara?"

"Yeah."

"Okay well take a few breathes. How'd he die? What happened?"

"He was hit by a car. It was trying to hit me though."

"What color car was it?" Dean asked.

"Blue."

"Dark or light?"

"Dark. Royal blue maybe."

"Sam."

"What?" He asked turning around to face him.

"Sam!" Sam turned back to look where Dean was looking.

"Ceara!" He reached out and grabbed her. The car hit the building they were standing by with a loud crash.

[killerofdreams]

Saving Grace Part 1

Pairing Dean x reader

Summery Sam and Dean investigate your disappearance.

“So this girl, when did she go missing?” Dean asked Sam. They were in the Impala driving.

“About six months ago.” Sam told him.

“And her parents?”

“They don’t seem to care. Her teacher was the one that reported her missing after she missed two weeks of school.”

“So their daughter is missing for two weeks and they just don’t care?”

“I guess so.”

“Then way are we going to talk to them?”

“If anyone was going to know something it be them.”

“I guess you’re right.”

They got out of the car and walked up to the front door of the small house. Dean knocked on the front door and they waited till an older man with short curly brown hair, blue eyes, a sweatshirt, and black rimmed glasses. “Can I help you?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m agent Smith and this is agent Brown.” Dean told him and he and Sam flashed their fake FBI badges. “We’re here about you’re daughter.”

“We’ve already talked to the police about it.”

“We’re aware.” Sam told him. “But as you know she’s been missing for over six months and we’re sure you want to find her as soon as possible.”

“Of course. More then anything. It’s just that this has been really hard on her mother and I.”

“We know and we’ll keep it quick.”

“Alright. Come in.” He stepped aside so they could walk in. “Honey some FBI agents are here to talk to us about Y/n.” He could out as he shut the door. A woman with curly blond hair and blue eyes wearing a link pink dress walked out of the kitchen. “Hello.” She said. “I’m Ally.”

“Agent Smith and agent Brown.” Dean said shaking her hand. “Let’s sit in the living room.” She said after shaking Sam’s hand. They walked into the living room and Sam and Dean sat on the couch with Ally and the man who opened the door for them sat in a chair next to them.

“So you’re daughter went missing six months ago?” Sam asked.

“Yes.” Ally told him.

“Was she acting weird before she went missing?”

“Well she had started isolating herself. She stayed in her room when ever she was here and she wouldn’t talk to the few friends she had at school.”

“She didn’t have a lot of friends? Why?”

“She just liked it that way.”

“Was she bullied?”

“No. Not that we knew of at least.”

“And her teacher was the one the reported her missing?” Dean asked.

“Yes. Mr. Adams was her favorite teacher.”

“Why didn’t you report her missing?”

“We didn’t know.” The man said.

“How could you not know your daughter is missing for two weeks?”

“We figured she was at a friends.”

“Speaking of can we get the names of her friends?” Sam asked.

“Of course.” Ally told him. “Ava and Sophia were her closest friends.”

“Thank you for you time.” Sam and Dean walked back to the car. “Is it just me or were they seriously weird?” Dean asked once they were both in the car.

“It’s not just you.” Sam told him. “I mean how can you not notice someone is missing for two weeks?”

“There’s something they’re not telling us.”

“What do you say we go to her school tomorrow? Talk to her friends and the teacher who reported her missing?”

“Sounds good.”

“Are you Ava and Sophia?” Sam asked walking up to the table the two girls were sitting at.

“We are.” A girl with strait black hair and brown eyes told him.

“We’re FBI agents and we’re looking for Y/n.”

“And we were hoping you could help.” Dean told them.

“Of course. Anyway we can.” The other girl said. She had short blond hair and blue eyes. They both wore the school uniform. A black skirt, white button up shirt, a black cardigan, a black tie, and black knee high socks with black tennis shoes. “I’m Ava.” She said.

“I’m agent Brown and this is agent Smith.” Sam said sitting down across from them.

“What can you tell us about Y/n?” Dean asked sitting next to Sam.

“We were really good friends with her since the second grade.”

“Was she acting strange before she went missing?” Sam asked.

“No.” Sophia told him. “We were hanging out the day before.”

“You were?”

“Yeah. Just like everyday. We always had lunch together.”

“Did she say anything to you?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Could she have run off?” Dean asked.

“No.” Ava told him. “She should have but no.”

“What do you mean she should have?”

“Her parents weren’t the best.” Sophia told him.

“I mean they didn’t even report her missing.” Ava told them.

“That’s right. Mr. Adams did.” Sam said. “Could you tell us where he is?”

“Of course. He’s our history teacher. He should be in the classroom.”

“Thank you.”

“Please find her.”

“We will.” Sam and Dean walked to the History classroom. Sam knocked on the open door and the man sitting at the desk looked up. “Mr. Adams?”

“Yes.” He said standing up. He had short wavy black hair and brown eyes.

“I’m agent Brown and this is agent Smith.” Sam and Dean help up their baggage. “We’re here about the disappearance of Y/n.”

“Yes. Y/n.” He said with a sad tone.

“We heard you were the one who reported her missing.”

“Yes I was.”

“How did you know she was missing?”

“While she had missed two weeks of school.”

“Was that not like her?”

“Not at all. She hardly ever missed one day. I had called her parents a few times and they said she was fine but after she kept not showing up and her parents wouldn’t say where she was a called the cops.”

“Why did you care so much?” Dean asked.

“What?”

“About this one student?”

“Well I care about all my students.”

“When we talked to her parents they said you were her favorite teacher.”

“I help her with her homework sometimes. Not that she needed it often she’s incredibly smart.”

“Oh yeah I bet.”

“What are you getting at?”

“Were you sleeping with her?”

“What? No! Of course not!”

“I mean I get it those uniforms can really get you going but...”

“I wasn’t sleeping with her!”

“Of course not.”

“Thank you for your time.” Sam said then pushed Dean out of the room.

“What the hell was that?” Sam asked walked through the parking lot to the car.

“Oh come on we were both thinking it. I mean no teacher cares that much about a student unless they’re having sex.”

“You know Dean normal people care about each other. Without having sex.”

“Whatever. Either way mom and dad are heading something.”

“They did lie about her not talking to her friends.”

“How about we go pay them another visit?”

[killerofdreams]

Supernatural Part 2

Summery Sam and Dean find out more about Ceara and Peter’s death.

"Thanks for coming so quickly." Ceara's father told Sam and Dean as they walked in.

"Of course. On the phone you said Ceara is missing?" Sam asked.

"She disappears at night sometimes. Most nights actually. I have no clue where she is or who she's with. Do you think you can find her?"

"We can try." Dean told him.

"Thank you."

"Come on Joe lets get going." Sam and Dean walked out to the car.

"Where do we start?" Dean asked.

"I saw a picture of Ceara in pointe shoes on a table by the couch."

"So?"

"So that means she's a dancer. So if we could find out if there's a place that has dance classes at this time of night."

"No dance studio has dance classes that start at eleven o'clock at night."

"Okay then maybe a place where you can watch dancing."

"Like?"

"I don't know. Google it."

"Fine. Okay there's a place with dancing about a mile from here."

"Then let's go." He said getting into his car.

"And if she's not there?" Sam asked getting in the car as well.

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

"Hello is Ceara here?" Sam asked a man who was standing by the door.

"Yep she's already started but you haven't missed much." He told them.

"Okay thanks." Sam and Dean started walking closer to the crowd of people.

"So she's dancing here?" Sam asked.

"Guess so." Dean said.

"But why not tell her dad?"

"Don't know. She's good though."

"Yeah she is. We need to talk to her before she leaves."

"How long do most dances last?"

"Three minutes I guess. As long as the song does."

"Okay." They waited till she had finished in mostly silence apart from a few comments like "How does she get her leg up so high?"(Dean) or "Can she fly or something?"(also Dean)

"Come on." Sam said and started walking towards Ceara. She was taking off her turn shoes. She was in black leggings and a black spots bra.

"Ceara." Sam greeted her.

"What are you two doing here?" She asked.

"Your dad called us and said you weren't home."

"Okay well I'm here."

"Yes you are. Do you come here a lot? Your dad said your gone most nights."

"I come here a lot yes."

"Okay well we'll let him know your not anywhere dangerous."

"Okay and if you don't mind I need to get going. Sam."

"How do you...?"

"Know who your are? I've got my ways."

"I like this girl." Dean said.

"Thanks. Can I ask why two hunters are pretending to be trauma counselors?"

"We heard about what you do. Being able to see people where they die."

"And you believe me?"

"We've heard weirder. We would like to help you figure out how you got this shall we saw ability? If you want."

"Okay."

"We'll call you in the morning after school."

"I don't think I'm going to school tomorrow."

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"I skip sometime so what?"

"Then we'll call you in the morning." Dean told her.

"Sounds good to me."

"Maybe we can meet you somewhere."

"My dad works and my little brother going to kindergarten. We can meet at my house."

"Sounds great." Ceara grabbed her bag and walked out of the building.

"Do you think she's going home?" Sam asked.

"Why does it matter?"

"What time does your dad get home from work?" Sam asked. It was nine in the morning and they had just gotten to her house.

"Same time school gets out." Ceara told him. "So we're good."

"Then good." Dean said sitting down. "So shall we start?"

"Sure." Ceara said sitting down.

"Okay Sam any questions?"

"Oh well." He sat down. "I guess we should start with when did this all start?"

"Um...I guess two years ago."

"And your mom died when you were five?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Just thought maybe it had something to do with it."

"And you said Peter died three months ago right?" Dean asked.

"Yes he did."

"Was there anyone else you were close to that died in the last two years?"

"No not that I remember."

"Okay any accidents you've been in?"

"I think there was a car crash."

"When?"

"Two years ago."

"You would have been fourteen. So you couldn't have been driving."

"No my dad was."

"Okay we'll talk to him about it later. Say it could be a part of this whole trauma thing we're pretending is going on."

"Okay."

"Now I have a few questions about Peter." Sam said.

"Why?"

"Just a few it won't take long."

"Okay. But I might not answer if I don't want to."

"That's fine. You said you were at the movies with him the night he died."

"Yeah so?"

"Was it just the two of you?"

"Yes."

"Okay so were you two dating?"

"No. What would make you think that?"

"Just asking. Sorry I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't I just don't see why that matters."

"Right sorry. How long did you know him?"

"Since I was five a few months before my mom died."

"So your childhood friends."

"Yes."

"Okay then it makes sense for you to go to the movies together. How did you two become friends."

"School. Why does this matter?"

"Yeah Sammy why does it matter?"

"I guess it doesn't."

"Can we move on to what does then?" Ceara asked.

"Of course sorry. Well you can only see them where they died right?"

"Right."

"Do you see them the way they were when they died or before that?"

"Both. I don't know why."

"Okay."

"I bet hospital are crazy." Dean said.

"I don't go to hospitals. But yes they are. Which is why I don't go."

"Where is your mom buried?"

"The graveyard about three miles from here."

"Can we go there?"

"I guess if it will help."

"It might."

"You alright Ceara?" Sam asked from the passenger seat.

"Yeah I just hate cars." She told him.

"I'd think so."

"Take a left up here."

"Got it." Dean said. "That it?"

"Yeah."

"Okay." He pulled his car over to the side of the road and parked. "Do you want to wait here?"

"I do but outside of the car please."

"I'll leave the keys with you."

"Thanks." All three of them got out of the car. Ceara stayed by the car while Sam and Dean left. Ceara had been standing there for five minutes when I woman with long blonde hair walked out of the house across the street.

"Ceara?" She asked. "Is that you?"

"Yeah it's me."

"I've not seen you in months."

"I've been busy."

"Why don't you come in?"

"I'm here with someone."

"They can come."

"Um...okay."

"Who's this?" Sam asked as he and Dean walked back to the car.

"That's Peters mom." Ceara told him.

"Oh."

"She wants us to go in."

"Then let's go." Dean said and started walking across the street. Sam and Ceara followed him.

"It's good to see you." Peters mom told Ceara.

"You too. Is Eric here?"

"He's about to be."

"Okay well I can't stay long."

"That's fine dear. Come in." They all walked inside. "Can I get you anything?"

"No, thank you though." Sam told her.

"So you're a friend of Ceara's?"

"Um actually we are her trauma counselors."

"My dad thinks I need them." Ceara told her.

"I'm Joe and this is my brother Joseph."

"I'm Mary."

"It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

"We heard about what happened to your son and we are so sorry."

"Oh thank you."

"So the car just hit him?" Dean asked.

"I guess so. He was on the sidewalk though so I don't know how."

"The sidewalk?"

"Yeah in front of the movie theater."

"How do you accidentally hit someone on the sidewalk?"

"I have no idea."

"Ceara? What happened?"

"Why are you asking me?" She asked.

"Because you were there."

"He was hit by a car."

"Were you standing next to him when it happened?"

"Yes."

"How did you not get hit?"

"I..." Ceara stopped when the front door opened. "What's she doing here?" Peters dad Eric asked.

"I was invited in." Ceara told him.

"I saw her across the street." Mary told him. "And this is Joe and Joseph. Her trauma counselors."

"Oh you have trauma counselors now? I didn't even know you had trauma."

"I don't but my dad thinks I do." Ceara told him.

"And where did you get this trauma?"

"I have to go." Ceara quickly left the house.

"We should get going." Sam said.

"Okay well it was nice to meet you." Mary told them. Sam and Dean walked out to meet Ceara who was standing by the car.

"We need to leave." Ceara told them.

"Why? What's going up?" Sam asked. "Don't you know them?"

"I do but...can we just go?"

"Why do you want to leave so badly?"

"Eric hates me."

"I thought you were friends with his son." Dean said.

"I was but he's never liked me."

"Did you do something?"

"I don't think so but we really need to go."

"Your dad won't be back for a few more hours."

"That's not it."

"Tell us what's going on and then we'll go."

"Fine. He wants to kill me. Can we go now?"

[killerofdreams]

Supernatural Part 1

Summery Sam and Dean pretend to be trauma counselors for a young girl with a special ability.

Note I started this fanfic awhile ago on another app so I already have the first fifteen parts done. But I wanted to post it here as well. Let me know if you like it.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Sam asked as Dean knocked on the door for the third time.

“I believe so." Dean told him. "Just be patient."

"Why are we even here?"

"I told you. We are trauma counselors for a sixteen year old girl named Ceara. Her mother died in a car crash when she was five but a few months ago her best friend Peter got hit by a car and died."

“So?"

"So her dad told me that she can see stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Dead stuff. She can see people who have died. He doesn't believe her. Thinks it's do to trauma."

"So we are here to see what exactly?"

"If she can really see this stuff or if it really is just trauma."

"Okay." The door opened and a tall man with short blond hair stood in the doorway. "Sorry about the wait." He told them. "I had to deal with my son. I'm sorry but you are?"

"Oh right I am...Joseph and this is my brother...Joe. We are trauma counselors."

"Oh right of course. Come on in."

"So you mentioned you had a son?"

"Yes, four years ago a adopted him. I thought it might help both Ceara and I."

"How old is he?"

"He's five."

"And where's Ceara?" Sam asked.

"On her way. Oh and she can be a little...cold. I've not told her about this so."

“That's fine. We can deal with her."

"Okay well you can sit while you wait."

Ceara a sixteen year old girl with bright blue eyes and shoulder length black hair was walking down the street. She walked down the sidewalk to her house passing a little boy on a bike in the street. She walked up the steps to her house. "Who's this?" She asked when she saw Sam and Dean sitting on the couch.

"This is Joseph and Joe. They are trauma counselors." Her dad told her.

"Mom died when I was five. Why do I need counselors now?"

"It's not for your mother." Dean told her standing up. "It's for your friend. Peter."

"Oh then no thanks." She turned and walked up the stairs and into her room locking the door behind her. She went and sat down at her desk. She turned on her computer and searched for Joseph and Joe trauma counselors. She scrolled though the results till she found a picture of Dean. She scrolled through articles for a few minutes till she found one on Sam and Dean Winchester. She downloaded it on to a hard drive and slid the hard drive in to a Twix wrapper. She threw it in her desk drawer and went back downstairs.

"Ceara please just think about it." Her dad told her.

"I'm fine and I don't need counselors." She told him.

"Please just five minutes." Sam told her. "And then if you still don't like us or want us to help we’ll leave."

"Fine. But only five minutes."

"Thank you. Sit down." They all sat down on the couch.

"So when did Peter get hit by the car?" Dean asked.

"Why does that matter?" Ceara asked.

"Just so we know." Sam told her. "For the record."

"Okay well it was a few months ago."

"Can you be a little more specific?"

"Sure. It was three months ago. On a Friday night."

"And do you know what happened?"

"I was there so yes."

"You were there?"

"Yeah we went to the movies."

"Okay."

"What more do you want from me?"

"Can you tell us how it happened?"

"We were standing outside and it happened. That's it okay?"

"Okay let's change the subject. Your father told us you see things."

"He did?"

"Yes, can you tell us about that?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I did."

"Try me."

"I can see people that have died but only where they died."

"Really?"

"I told you, you wouldn't believe me."

"Is there anyway you can think to prove it?"

"There's a little boy on a bike outside. He's in the middle of the road and looks to be about eight." Sam looked out the window. "I don't see anyone." He told Dean.

"Was there a little boy that died here?" Dean asked.

"Yes." Ceara's dad told him. "But he died when Ceara was a baby. She shouldn't know about him."

"So she's really seeing him." Dean whispered to Sam.

"Well I believe we've used our five minutes." Sam told Ceara. "We are more then happy to help you if you want it. You have our number.”

[killerofdreams]

It’s just oatmeal

Pairing Dean x Reader

Summery You try to get Dean to eat healthier and his constant complaining doesn’t stop you.

You rolled your eyes as Dean ordered his bacon cheeseburger with extra bacon and onion rings.

“And what can I get for you?” The waitress asked you.

“I’ll have a salad and could I get some ranch on the side?” You asked.

“Or course.”

“Thank you.” You told her as you handed her your menu. “Are you ever going to try something new?” You asked Dean who was sitting across from you. Sam was busy so Dean had decided to take you on a “date”. Even though it was really just dinner then you’d go back to the motel and do research till bed. But it was still alone time with him so you took it.

“I could ask you the same thing. Little miss salad.”

“Good one. And I can’t eat anything else here. It’s all greasy foods and burgers.”

“If you don’t want to eat here we can...”

“No. Dean it’s fine. I’d probably still just get a salad.”

“Okay fine but I have to take you to this place. It’s not to far from here and they have the craziest burgers. And I know for a fact there’s one you’d like.”

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

“A macaroni burger. It’s a cheese burger but instead of cheese they use macaroni.”

“Yeah that does sound pretty amazing.”

“I knew it would. I was thinking we could grab it on the way out of town.”

“I’m in.” You finished eating dinner and drove back to the motel room. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” Dean asked walking into the motel room.

“All I’m saying is it wouldn’t kill you to eat a salad every now and then.” You said walking over to one of the beds and sitting down. “But all those burgers will.” Sam started laughing which got him an intense glare from his brother.

“What?” Sam asked. “She’s right.”

“Eating salad is no way to live!” Dean told the two of you.

“You don’t have to eat salad. Just a few small changes could make a big difference.” You told him.

“What kind of changes?”

“Like not getting extra bacon on your burgers or...”

“I’m gonna stop you right there. I’m never going to do that.” You crossed your arms and leaned back against the bed. “Well I’m sorry I care about you.” You said looking at him upset. “Should I stop? Would that make you happy?”

“Oh come on Y/n. You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Yeah sure it’s not. I’m gonna take a shower.” You got up and walked in the bathroom and Sam snickered.

“What?” Dean asked through gritted teeth.

“You just don’t get it do you?”

“Hey...Y/n.” Dean said when you walked out of the bathroom. He was laying in bed and Sam was already asleep.

“Yeah?” You asked. You were already in your light pink nightdress.

“Are you mad at me?”

“No. I’m a little annoyed but I’m not mad.” You laid down next to him. You laid on your stomach propping yourself up on your forearms so you could look at him.

“I’m sorry.” He told you.

“It’s fine Dean.” You leaned over and kissed him. “Ready for bed?” You rolled over to your side.

“Morning.” You said as Dean rolled out of bed.

“What are you doing?” He asked walking over to you.

“Making oatmeal. That’s why I bought the hotplate. Sam wanted some so I made extra if you’re interested. I’ve got fruit you can put in it.”

“Yeah gross. No thanks.”

“It’s just oatmeal Dean.”

“Yeah that’s the problem.”

“What ever.” You turned the hotplate off and added a few strawberries slices to your bowl. You went and sat on the bed and started eating.

“You’re mad at me.” Dean said.

“Why would I be mad?”

“I don’t know. Because I said it was gross?”

“I don’t care Dean.”

“Clearly you do.”

“Well I don’t want you to die. I’m sorry but I just wish you’d take better care of yourself.” Dean sighed and grabbed the bowl of oatmeal, throwing a few strawberries in it. “Fine. If it will make you happy I’ll eat this garbage.” He said sitting next to you.

“Just insult my cooking then.”

“I would never. I’ll start eating better okay?”

“Thank you.” He leaned over and kissed you. “Don’t tell Sam but this actually isn’t that bad. It’s kinda good.”

“I’m glad but I still want that macaroni burger.”

“It’s a date.”

[killerofdreams]

Lost and Found

Pairing Dean x Reader

Warnings none really. Fluff?

Summery You get separated from the boys on a hunt and now you’re living on the street trying to get by. Will you ever find the Winchesters?

You were sitting on the sidewalk outside of a small diner. It wasn’t in the best part of town but there was a lot of foot traffic so it was a good place for you. Being a hunter you never had a ton of money but you’ve really been struggling since you got separated for the Winchesters three months ago. You’re still not really sure what happened. One minute you were with Sam and your boyfriend Dean and the next you couldn’t find them. The sun was setting and it was getting to cold for the leggings and Dean’s flannel you were wearing. You brought your knees to your chest and leaned your head against the wall behind you.

“Hey baby.” That creepy guy Craig said walking up to you. He always hit on you and would offer to buy you food if you slept with him. And even now when you hadn’t had a real meal in over a week you wouldn’t even consider it. “What do you want?” You asked.

“Just seeing if you wanted to get dinner.”

“The answer will always be no.”

“Oh come on don’t you want to eat?”

“Not that bad.”

“We’ll see.” Craig walked off and you laid your head on your knees. You missed Dean and Sam. Heck you even missed Cas as awkward as he always was around you. You got up and walked to a grocery store about half a mile away from the diner. You walked around there for awhile eating the free samples and bought a bottle of water with the few dollars you had. You walked back outside and found somewhere somewhat warm to sleep.

“What are we doing here?” Sam asked. They had just gotten to their motel room and it was getting close to midnight.

“Just passing through.” Dean told him. “Figured we had nothing else to do and you kept complaining about being in the car so might as well stop. There’s a diner not to far from here. Looks amazing.”

“Let’s get lunch there.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

“What happened to that girl you were talking to?” Sam asked Dean as he walked back over to where he was sitting at the bar.

“I wasn’t interested.” Dean told him.

“Is this because of Y/n?”

“Of course it is. She only went missing three months ago. And we’re still together.”

“I know but you’re so miserable.”

“You want me to stop being miserable?”

“Of course I do.”

“Than find her.”

“I’m trying.”

“Let’s go.”

You were walking down the street. It was getting pretty late and there weren’t a lot of people out.

“Y/n!” Craig said as you passed him. He was leaning on the side of a building obviously drunk.

“Hey.” You said then went to walk past him.

“Whoa what’s the rush?” He asked grabbing your arm. “Want to grab dinner?”

“No.”

“Aw come on. I’ll make it quick.”

“Oh I’m sure you will.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just let go of me.” You tried to pull your wrist out of his grasp.

“I will. Right after you agree to sleep with me.”

“Than we’re going to die like this.”

“Why are you like this?”

“Because you’re creepy and I don’t like you. Now let go of me.”

“Oh come on baby. You’ve got the wrong impression of me.” He said pulling you closer to him. Your chest was touching his and you were leaning back to get as much distance between your faces as possible. “Let me fix that.”

“No!” You tried to wiggle your way out of his hold. This should have been easy for you, you’re a hunter. But you were weak from not eating. “Let go!”

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked. They had just walked out of the bar.

“I’m not in the mood to flirt with random girls.” Dean told him. “I want my girl.”

“I know you do and I’m sorry.”

“I don’t know where she is.” He said turning to look at his brother. “I don’t even know if she’s alive.”

“Dean...”

“I know. You’re sorry and you’re looking. You’re doing your best, I know and I appreciate that. But it doesn’t make me worry any less.” Dean turned and started back walking. Sam followed him trying to think of something to say but couldn’t. Nothing he could say would help so they walked in silence.

“Get off of me!” You shouted still trying to get away from Craig.

“Calm down baby. I’m not going to hurt you. Just gonna have some fun.”

“Hey.” A deep voice said. “Is there a problem?”

“No. There’s no problem.” Craig told him. “My girlfriend just got a little too drunk. Just trying to get her home.” You took advantage of him being distracted to pull yourself from him. You fell to the ground. You felt a hand on you shoulder and went to push it off but froze when you saw Sam looking down at you.

“Y/n?” He asked. You threw you arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your back. “You’re okay.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Dean, who you hadn’t noticed till now, angrily asked.

“I told you I’m just trying to get my girlfr...”

“She’s not your girlfriend!”

“Calm down.”

“Calm down?” Dean took a few steps closer to Craig and Sam stood up. “I’ll calm down as soon as you’re dead.” He punched Craig in the face knocking him into the wall.

“Dean!” Sam helped you up. “Why don’t we get Y/n somewhere safe.” Dean looked down at Craig then over at you. His eyes softened and he shook his head. He walked over to you and you threw your arms around his neck and started crying. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist. “It’s okay babygirl.” He told you kissing the side of your head. “I’ve got you.” Dean carried you back to the car and helped you in. You fell asleep during the drive back so Dean carried you into the motel room. He laid you on the bed and you looked up at him.

“I’m going to get you clean clothes.” He told you. You nodded and closed your eyes back. It’s been a long time since you felt safe. Dean walked back over to you. You sat up and he headed you one of his shirts and a pair of your underwear. You looked at him confused. “Oh I still have your bag. Do you want one of your shirts instead?”

“Of course not.” You told him. You changed your clothes and sat back down on the bed with Dean. He pulled you into his lap and kissed the top of your head.

“What happened?” Sam asked.

“I don’t know. One minute I was with you guys and the next I wasn’t.”

“Where have you been living?”

“On the street.” You said quietly.

“What?” Dean asked. “Are you okay? Are you hungry? When’s the last time you ate?”

“The last time I actually ate was a week ago.” They were silent for a minute and Dean looked at Sam.

“She’s fine.” Sam told him. “Let me know what you want to eat and I’ll go get it for you.” He said standing up.

“Anythings fine.” You told him.

“Pizza?”

“Sure.”

“Okay I’ll be right back with it.”

“Thank you.” Sam left and you stayed sitting in Dean’s lap. You rested your head on his shoulder and he rubbed your back. “What have you been doing?” You asked looking up at him whilst keeping your head on his shoulder. “Have you replaced me?”

“What? Of course not.” He told you. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You sat up and kissed him. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too. I’ve been trying to find you since you disappeared.”

“I knew you were.” You ran your hands through his hair.

“I’ll never let anything happen to you again.” He laced his fingers through your hair and pulled you into a kiss. The two of you laid down till Sam got back with the pizza. You could only eat two pieces till you started feeling sick. You were still hungry but couldn’t eat anymore.

“That’s okay. Get some sleep and you can get more later.” Sam told you clearing the boxes off your bed.

“Thank you.”

“Of course. I’m going to take a quick shower but I’ll make sure to be quiet.”

“At this point you could probably scream in my face and I wouldn’t wake up.” Sam laughed and went into the bathroom. You laid down and Dean changed into a pair of sweats and a black T-shirt.

“There’s this great diner.” Dean told you as he laid down next to you. Pulling you closer till your head was right up against his chest. “They have the best pancakes in the world. I thought we could get breakfast there in the morning.”

“Do they have chocolate chip?”

“They have chocolate chip and chocolate, chocolate chip.”

“Or we could just go now.” Dean laughed and kissed the top of your head.

“I love you, babygirl.”

“I love you too.”

[killerofdreams]

Thin Walls

Pairing Dean x reader

Warnings mentions of smut, cursing, fluff, angst.

You were laying in your bed trying to sleep. Your room was right next to Deans. Which was great on most nights but not nights like this. Nights where he brought girls back. It was annoying. The moaning and the sound of the bed hitting the wall kept you up. And it was awkward. You were listening in on a very intimate moment. But mostly it was upsetting. You liked Dean. No. You loved Dean. Of course he didn't know this. He didn't know anything. He didn't know you could hear him and he definitely didn't know you liked him. You pulled the blanket over your head hoping they'd finish soon. The next morning you were sitting in the kitchen drinking your coffee. "Hey Y/n." Dean said walking in the room.

"Hey." You told him trying not to sound awkward.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Poor."

"Why?"

"I had trouble falling asleep and then I had a nightmare. I've been up since five."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. How'd you sleep?"

"Pretty good actually. I got really drunk last night. I'm sure you noticed."

"Everyone noticed." You told him with a small laugh.

"I'm not proud of it but at least I could sleep. You should try having a drink or two before bed."

"I'm not old enough to drink, you know that."

"By what? Like three months? I'm just saying it might help." Dean sat down next to you with his own cup of coffee. "Do you have any plans for today?" You asked.

"Sam and I are going to go check out a potential hunt. What about you?"

"I might try to take a nap and I need to do some laundry."

"You should definitely take a nap, you need one. And you only have to wash your clothes. You don't have to do ours."

"I don't mind."

You were sitting in the laundry room floor folding a pair of Dean's jeans when your phone rang. "Hello?" You answered.

"Hey." You best friend Jenny said. "What's up?"

"I'm just doing some laundry. You?"

"Not much. Is Dean there?"

"No he and Sam went to...to lunch."

"And you didn't go with them?"

"No I took a nap."

"Did you not sleep well?"

"No...you know how my rooms next to Deans? I can kinda hear him when ever he has a girl over."

"Oh really? Does he know?"

"Of course not. I'd die of embarrassment just trying to tell him."

"I'm sorry about that."

"It's not your fault."

"It kinda is."

"What do you mean?" You asked adding a pair of Sam's jeans you had just folded to his stack.

"I may have been the girl Dean had over last night."

"What?"

"I slept with Dean." You sat there for a few minutes holding a pair of your jeans in your lap. "Y/n?"

"Why?"

"Why?"

"Why did you sleep with him?"

"Oh come on I feel like that pretty obvious. He's incredibly hot."

"Okay fine. How? How could you sleep with him? You know I like him."

"Yeah so you should understand."

"Understand?"

"Come on Y/n it's not that big of a deal."

"Yes it is! You know I like him! You're the only one I've ever told!"

"What do you what me to do?" You sat there silent. You didn't know what to say. "I'm not gonna apologize for it." That's it. You hung up your phone and threw it in the basket of unfolded clothes and started crying. You heard the front door close and you wiped your eyes with the back of your hands. "Hey Y/n we're back." Sam said walking in. "What's wrong?"

"Jenny." You told him grabbing your phone and standing up.

"Did you two get in a fight?"

"Yeah."

"Over what?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay well if you change your mind you can always talk to me. Why don't you go relax and I'll finish the laundry."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. You could use the break."

"Thanks." You walked into the kitchen to make a glass of water. Dean was sitting drinking a beer. "Hey." He said as you walked in. You gave him a half wave and made a glass of water. You were still to upset to talk to him. "Is everything okay?" He asked and you just nodded taking a sip of your water and walking out of the room. You spent the next three days locked in your room. Sam and Dean took turns knocking on your door asking if you were okay and you ignored them. You also ignored all of Jenny's text and calls. You already know she's not sorry so why even talk to her. There was a knock on the door and Dean went to open it. "Hey." He said when he saw Jenny. "Y/n is mad at me and won't answer any of my calls." She told him.

"Is that what's going on? She's been locked in her room for the last few days and won't come out. Why is she mad at you?"

"Because I slept with you." She told him and rolled her eyes.

"That's what this is about?"

"I know it's ridiculous isn't it? She's being a little bitch about it."

"Why is that upsetting her so much?"

"Because she likes you and apparently she could hear us." Dean ran his hands over his face and groaned. "She could hear us?"

"Yeah and she's being a baby about it."

"You're a real bitch you know that right?"

"What?"

"That's your best friend and you really hurt her. And you don't seem to care."

"She's being ridiculous."

"How? Did you know she liked me?"

"Yeah I've known for months."

"Months? I already felt bad about this whole thing but this...? Get out."

"Excuse me?"

"I need to go talk to her." He closed the door in Jenny's face and went to your room. He knocked on the door and you ignored him. "Please Y/n I need to talk to you." He said knocking on your door again. You got up and opened the door. "What do you what?" You asked. You were wearing an oversized tshirt and your eyes were red.

"Jenny was here."

"I don't want to talk to her." You told him trying to close the door but he stopped you. "I know. I sent her away. Can I come in?"

"I guess." You walked over and set back down on your bed.

"She told me something though." He said sitting next to you.

"What did she tell you?"

"A few things. That you could hear me in my room and that the reason your mad is you like me." You were fiddling with you blanket and staring at your hands. "Is that true?"

"Which part?"

"Both of them."

"I could hear you."

"Well?"

"Very." You nodded.

"And the other?"

"I'm not mad at you."

"That's not what I meant." You stopped playing with your blanket and looked at him. "Come on Y/n."

"Yeah." You told him. Your eyes looking away from him again. He slid closer to you. "Since when?" He asked.

"Since we met." Dean was quiet for a minute then in a low voice said. "I like you too."

"I'm being serious."

"So am I." You stared at him confused. "Really?" You asked.

"Yeah. I mean of course I do. You're amazing."

"Then why didn't you...?"

"You're twenty. That's half my age. I didn't think you'd be interested. And I never meant to sleep with her. I was out of my mind drunk that night and regretted it immediately."

"Why?"

"She's your best friend. Or was because personally I think you should drop her because she's a bitch. But anyway I do like you and I didn't want to hurt you. And between you and me she wasn't even that good." You gave him a half smile. "I mean you could hear her. Those noises? What was that?" You let out a small laugh. "You should have told me. You should have told me you liked me but mostly that you could hear."

"I didn't want to embarrass you."

"Well I know now. So it won't happen again. Although I hope next time it would be you."

"Don't be a pervert." He laughed. "No but in all seriousness would you like to get dinner some time?"

"Of course I would." He smiled at you and kissed your check. "Come on let's get you out of this room." He said standing up and pulling you off the bed. "Sam's worried about you."

[killerofdreams]

The Car Crash

Pairing Eren x Mikasa

Warning mentions of a car crash and fluff(?)

This is an old fanfic I wrote two years ago and posted to a different site. So I'm sorry if it's not the greatest.

Summery Eren is late for work because Mikasa is sick. Could her fever save his life?

It was 6am and Eren's alarm had just gone off. He quickly turned it off so as not to awake up Mikasa his girlfriend of four years. She was asleep on his chest so he had to be extra careful getting out of bed. He started getting ready for work and was about to leave the room.

"Eren?" Mikasa asked still half asleep.

"Shh go back to sleep baby girl. I'm just going to work."

"I don't feel good."

"No?" He pushed her hair out of her face and felt her forehead. "You're burning up. Stay here I'm going to get you some medicine." He left the bedroom and went to the bathroom. He was looking through the cabinet when he got a phone call.

"Hello." He answered.

"Hey I was just wondering if I was still picking you up?" The guy on the other side asked.

"I don't think so. Mikasa is sick so I'm going to be late."

"Hate to hear she's sick. I'll let the boss know. Hope she feels better."

"Thanks." Eren hung up the his phone and grabbed three bottles of medicine and went back to the bedroom. "Okay I found two different kinds of medicine. This one will make you tired but it doesn't have any pain medication in it so you could take something stronger if you're hurting. And this one won't make you tired but it has the mild pain medication in it. So it's what ever you want."

"I don't mind being tired." She answered.

"You should go back to sleep anyway." Eren told her as he poured out the medicine. Then he went and got her a glass of water and she took her medicine.

"Will you be okay if I go to work?" Eren asked her.

"I'll be fine."

"Okay. I want you to go back to sleep and if you need anything just call Armin. Okay?"

"I will."

"I love you."

"Love you too." He kissed her forehead and grabbed his stuff.

"Be careful." Mikasa told him.

"I will be. I'll bring dinner home for you."

"Okay."

"Love you."

"Love you too." Mikasa went back to sleep and Eren left for work.

It was later that night and Mikasa was sitting on the couch while Armin got her food.

"Why'd you come by?" She asked him.

"Eren called me and said something happened and that he wouldn't be here till later and didn't want you to be hungry."

"What happened?"

"He didn't say."

"Okay."

"Go ahead and eat then you should probably get to bed."

"Hey. What happened?" Armin asked Eren as he walked through the door. He had been in the livingroom reading while Mikasa slept.

"The guys I usually ride with got in to a pretty serious car crash."

"Is everyone okay?"

"Mostly. But if Mikasa hadn't woke up sick I would have been in that car."

"Tell her that and she won't be as upset about being sick."

"Yeah well thanks for sitting with her."

"No problem."

[killerofdreams]

Braids

Pairing Dean x Reader

Summery You braid your hair every night and Dean wants to be able to do it for you but he needs someone to practice on.

Warnings fluff and very slight cursing.

"Hey Sammy." Dean said walking into their motel room. "Is Y/n here?"

"No, she's running a few errands."

"Okay. Can I use your laptop for a minute?"

"What for?"

"Some research."

"Sure." Sam handed him his laptop. "I'm going to jump in the shower real quick."

"Okay."

Sam had just gotten out of the shower and dressed. He was walking out of the bathroom when he heard Dean shut the laptop. "This is impossible." He said clearly annoyed.

"What is?" Sam asked.

"Nothing."

"Maybe I can help."

"You can't."

"Oh come on Dean."

"Fine but you can't laugh."

"I promise."

"I was looking up how to braid hair."

"Why?"

"Because Y/n always braids her hair at night." Sam smiled with a slight chuckle escaping him before he could stop it. "You promised you wouldn't laugh!"

"I know and I'm not. That's really sweet. What kind of braids does she do?"

"French braids. Two of them."

"Okay show me." Dean played the video he was watching for Sam. "You're right." Sam told him. "That's impossible."

"I know."

"Maybe you could practice on her."

"No, I'd screw it up and then she'd just do it." Dean sat there for a minute then slowly looked up at Sam. "But." He said slowly. "I could practice on you."

"What?"

"Your hair is long enough."

"No way!"

"Please. I really want to be able to do this for her."

"Fine. But only if you admit that you love her."

"I'm not going to do that."

"Then I guess you're not learning how to braid hair."

"Fine. I love her." He said really quietly.

"Who?"

"Y/n."

"And what about her?"

"I love her! Okay? And I'm gonna kick your ass!" Sam laughed then got up and went to the bathroom. He came back with hair bows and a hair brush.

"I don't want to lose any hair during this." He told Dean.

Dean had been trying to braid Sam's hair for an hour now. The braids always turned out to lose or there was hair sticking out of it. "I can't do this." Dean said after he messed up yet another braid.

"Come on we can figure this out. We're hunters. We kill monsters. Surely we can braid hair." Sam told her.

"This is harder then killing monsters Sam."

"Why don't you watch her do hers tonight? It could help."

"I'll try." They heard a car pull up outside and the door close. Sam and Dean worked quickly to get the braids out of Sam's hair. Dean jumped off the bed right before the door opened and you walked in carrying a few bags.

"Hey Y/n." Dean said. "Need any help?"

"Sure." You told him. He walked up to you and took some of the bags. "What's with all the broken hair bows?" You asked looking at the floor by Sam's bed.

"Um...I don't know." Dean said.

"Do you want to be a hair dresser now Sammy?" You asked. Sam laughed.

"No, that's way to hard." You laughed and sat your bags down.

Dean spent the next three days watching tutorials and braiding Sam's hair whenever you were gone. That night the three of you had just gotten back from a hunt. It was just a simple salt and burn but you were still tired from it. You walked into the motel room and plopped down on the bed you shared with Dean.

"I'm so tired." You said trying to kick your shoes off with your face still buried in your pillow.

"Do you want a shower?" Sam asked. "You can have the first one."

"No, I'll just take one in the morning. I just want to go to bed right now."

"Okay then if no one minds I'm going to take a quick one."

"Go ahead." Dean said walking over to the bed you were laying on. "Are you going to sleep in that?"

"No." You told him reluctantly sitting up. You both changed into clean night clothes. Dean put on some sweat pants and a black tshirt and you put on a pair of night shorts and one of Deans shirts you had stolen awhile back. You sat back down on the bed and rubbed your eyes.

"Are you going to braid your hair?" Dean asked.

"I'm way to tired." You told him.

"I can do it."

"You can braid hair?"

"I can try."

"I'd hate to ask you."

"You didn't ask me. I offered." He sat down behind you and started brushing your hair. He carefully braided it in to two french braid. He was worried because he didn't want to pull your hair ,like he had done to Sam so many times, and he didn't want the braids to be to lose. He finished and you ran your hand over the braids.

"Wow." You said.

"Are they okay?" He asked.

"Yeah they're better then mine." You laughed. "Where did you learn to braid hair?"

"I just looked in up."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to know how to do it."

"Well you've just made a huge mistake. Because now that I know you can braid hair you'll be braiding mine every night."

"Is that a promise?"

[killerofdreams]

We take care of each other

Pairing Dean x reader

You were sitting on the bed in the motel room reading a book. Well more like staring at the pages. Sam and Dean were on their way back from a hunt and should have been back an hour ago. Sam had told you that traffic was bad earlier but you couldn't help but worry. You tried to pay attention to your book but your eyes kept jumping around the page. You sighed and closed the book sitting it on the bed by your feet. You picked up your phone and stared at your lockscreen, which was of you and Dean. You thought about calling one of them till you heard a car pull up in front of your room. You threw your phone down on the bed and ran over to the door. You opened it and saw Sam and Dean walking up to you, bloody and covered in cuts. "What happened?" You asked.

"Nothing we're fine." Dean told you pulling you in for a kiss. "Just need to get cleaned up."

"I'll run a bath for you."

"I'm fine (Y/n)."

"I'm doing it anyway." You told him then ran off to the bathroom. You filled the tub up with warm water and got him a towel and a change of clothes. Dean walked into the bathroom. "Would you mind if I joined you?" You asked.

"Of course not." He told you with a slight smirk.

"Not like that." You told him hitting him with a washcloth. You both took your clothes off and got in the bathtub. Dean groaned as he got in.

"Is the water to hot?" You asked him.

"No." He told you. "Just sore." You picked up a washcloth and wet it then started cleaning up the blood on his face.

"(Y/n) stop." He said pushing your hand away.

"What's wrong?" You asked worried that you had hurt him.

"You shouldn't be taking care of me like this." You looked at him confused. "I'm supposed to take care of you."

"Dean..." You looked down at the washcloth in your hands. "That's not true. We're supposed to take care of each other." You looked back up at him.

"It's my job."

"No it's not."

"I'm supposed to protect you."

"And I'm supposed to take care of you when you get hurt protecting me." Dean sighed and scooted closer to you. "Fine." He told you. You went back to cleaning the blood from his face and he was silent for a minute. "So what happened?" You asked him sitting the washcloth down on the side of the tub.

"Same thing that always happens. It wasn't even that bad of a fight."

"Why did it take so long for you to get back?"

"Just traffic. And Sam was whining about being hungry but I didn't want to stop."

"Okay."

"Did it worry you?"

"A little."

"You knew we were on our way."

"Yeah but you could have still gotten in a accident."

"You could have called me."

"I didn't want to bother you while you were driving."

"You never bother me." He said laying back against the tub and pulling you up on him. You laid your head down on his chest.

"Does Sam need a shower?" You asked him.

"Probably but he's not here right now."

"Where is he?" You sat up a little so you could look at him.

"He went to get something to eat."

"So no Sam?"

"Nope. Why what are you thinking?"

"Nothing." You laid your head back on him.

"No I think I like your thought process."

"No you're hurt." You said sitting all the way up and looking in his eyes.

"I'm not that hurt."

"It hurt you to get in the tub."

"Getting in a tub and having sex with you are two very different things. I could be on my deathbed and still have sex with you if you offered."

"Well I'm not offering." You turned around and started draining the water. "I'm gonna go to bed."

"Do you need to eat something?" Dean asked sitting up behind you.

"No I ate already. Do you?"

"No." He rested his head on your shoulder and wrapped his arms around your waist. You both got out and dressed. Dean wore a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants and you wore one of his shirts. You walked over to the bed you shared and sat down on the edge. "Are you going to bed now or do you have work to do?" You asked him.

"That's your choice." He said placing a hand on your thigh and kissing you.

"So you're going to bed?"

"I already told you I'm not that hurt."

"I don't care." You kissed him then laid down and rolled over so you were facing away from him. He walked around to the other side of the bed and climbed on to it. "You're such a pain in the ass." He told you while slapping your butt. He lend down and kisses your forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Tomorrow?"

"We'll see."