No, I'm not like other girls.
I'm like other sleep-deprived people.
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The Not-so French Mistake
Pairing: Slight Dean x reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Language
Authorâs Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. Any and all comments on this are appreciated. Iâm sorry for any grammatical errors that I might have made. This is my first fanfiction (as a one-shot, Iâve written a few earlier in poetry form) so please go easy on me.
âYou are going to die.â, he states nonchalantly, as if three men entering your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.
âIâŚWHAT?!â, I shout, my eyes round as saucers.
Well, today was a seemingly normal day. Until the seemingly normal day wasnât as seemingly normal as I thought it would be.
                                2 hours earlier
âHey, Iâll be leaving nowâ, my best friend said as she packed the small handbag she always carried around with her.
âDonât forget the pickle jar and then come back 15 minutes later telling me you forgot the one thing I reminded you aboutâ, I shouted to her from the top of the stairs.
She turned around to pick up the jar from the centre table when her eyes landed on me and she whistled. I pulled the drawstrings of my silk dressing gown tighter as I walked down the stairs.
âOoooh, would you look at that, someoneâs looking good. So, are you going to sleep after Iâm gone, or are you going to have some company tonight?â
âIâŚ..I just canâtâŚâŚnot so soon afterâŚummmâŚâŚI know Iâm stupid but I just wanted to feel good about myselfâ
She closed the few steps between us and hugged me tightly.
âHey, you know heâs an asshole. His words donât count, ok? No guy has the right to make you feel bad about yourselfâ, she said, pulling away.
âBut heâŚâŚ.â
âNo missy, you listen here, heâs an idiot who doesnât deserve you. He should feel lucky heâs not in town or I wouldâve kicked him so hard in the balls that impregnating a woman wouldâve been a foreign concept to him.â
I gave her a small smile.
âThanks for hyping me up, love. Iâm now going to have ice cream and cry my heart out to sad rom-coms.â
âBitch, you hate rom-coms. Youâre just going to binge-watch Supernatural and youâre not telling me that because you wonât admit that youâre obsessed with the showâ.
âOkay, okay whateverâŚâŚArenât you getting late for your train?â
 She looked at her watch.
 âOh shit! Bye, see you later.â she said as she ran out of the door, slamming it behind her. I sighed to myself and walked over to the TV, switching it on.
âSelf-care time for me now!â, I said to myself, as I opened the fridge to get my favorite ice-cream when suddenly, the doorbell rings. I immediately turned my head towards the centre table and sure enough, the pickle jar was there.
Shaking my head, I picked up her precious jar and walked over to the door, pulling it open.
âI knew youâŚâŚ..â, I stopped short when I saw who was standing outside.
There, standing on my porch were, none other than, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki.
And then I woke up.
Yeah, if only it happened that way.
I knew I was looking like an absolute fool in front of them, opening and closing my mouth like a fish, my eyes wide and my breath short as I stood there, taking in the two handsome men adorning my doorstep. They were dressed in their Sam and Dean outfits -plaid, over layers of plaid- it seemed like a scene straight out of a set.
âHi! Youâre Y/N right?â, Jared said in his usual husky voice while Jensen stood beside him, strangely staring at me with something akin to awe in his eyes.
âWâŚwhat? IâŚuhâŚyeahâŚIâŚI am Y/Nâ, I somehow managed to choke out.
âYouâre awesomeâ, Jensen Ackles breathed out with a sigh with literal heart-eyes in my direction. He cleared his throat and blinked twice and then seemed to step out of his reverie. He gave me a small smile and looked me up and down with a small smirk and I blushed furiously. Wait, was Jensen Ackles checking me out?!
Okay, so there were either of these two things going on- either I was dreaming or I had completely lost my mind. But since I had already pinched myself and well, that damn pinch did hurt, so the situation pretty much tilted towards the latter side. I mean, Jensen Ackles knows me and he thinks I am awesome?!
âYep, definitely not a fanâ, Jared whispers somewhat sarcastically to Jensen to which he replies under his breath with a âShut up, Sammy!â
I would have paid more attention to what Jensen said had I not had my whole focus on Jaredâs last words.
âUmmmâŚ..excuse me? No offense but Iâm standing right here and you can rest assured that I am 100% a fan, of both of you. If you donât believe me, ask me anything about Supernatural.â, I say, crossing my hands across my chest.
âWha-Supernatural? Like the book Supernatural? You have that here too?â, Jensen asks seemingly surprised.
Alright, is this a game for their show? I thought to myself, utterly confused and dazed. They seem to know my name and well, address too and that can be the only logical explanation as to why Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki are here, on my doorstep. But I couldnât see any cameras nearby. Maybe they were hidden? Maybe I was meant to be taken by surprise? Oh shit, did I just challenge them right now? Was this being filmed? My mind rushed with a million things- âOh god, I must be looking so stupid right now, acting like a blobfish instead of doing anything!â
I opened my mouth to say something, anything at all, when Jared cut through.Â
âUmmm Iâm sorry, Y/N, but itâs not really a good idea to be standing outside and talking. I promise weâll explain everything. Can we please come inside and talk?â
âIâŚ.uhâŚ..yeah sure. Come inside please.â, I was about to ask what their deal was but changed my mind when I saw Jensen nervously looking around and then back at me, pleadingly.Â
I closed the door behind me as they settled on the plush red sofa. I walked across the room and sat on the chair facing them.
âY/Nâ, Jared started. âThereâs no easy way to say this but Iâm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean. Like, from Supernatural.â
âUmmmâŚ. Iâm aware? Despite your contrary belief, I told you I was a fan.â, I said, confused.
âYouâre our fan?!â, Jensen asked, somewhat stunned. âHaha sweetheart, am I living my dream!â, he added, his emerald eyes twinkling.
I stared at him through my eyelashes.
âHold up, quick question, are you a Dean girl or Sam girl?â
âDean, not nowâŚ..â, Jared sighed.
âDean girl!â, I blurted out, immediately blushing deeply. Jensenâs entire face lit up and I hurriedly added, âNo offense to Jared here.â
âJared? You mean Jared Pada-whatshisname?â, Jensen asked incredulously.
âPadalecki, Deanâ
âSon of a bitch! Fake us lives in the same universe as her!â
I started laughing and the both of them turned towards me quizzically.
âUmmm what is this? Some spin-off of The French Mistake?â, I asked.
âThe French what?â, Jared looked at me, his eyebrow raised.
âThatâs not important right now. Y/N, I know, itâs hard to believe us right now, but we are not your TV actors-we are not Jensen and Jared. I am the actual Dean Winchester and he is my brother, Sam Winchester. The trickster, the archangel Gabriel, owed us a favor and he let us travel into your universeâŚ. Sweetheart please, you have to believe me. I umm uh, I have been a-â
I stood straight up from my chair, angrily.
âIâm sorry but what kind of prank is this? Going to peopleâs houses and-â, I started angrily when suddenly the entire room got spontaneously flooded with an immensely bright light.
âCover your eyes!â, a deep, somewhat robotic voice filled the air and I immediately did so to lessen the risk of my precious peepers being completely burned out by an unknown source of dazzling light in my seemingly normal house in the middle of a seemingly normal (absolutely weird) day.
Slowly, the light faded.
And there stood Misha Collins-
No, that could not possibly be Misha. Unless Misha had suddenly evolved to be able to exhibit bioluminescence or had sprouted long black wings from the back of his trench coat or had learned to hover like a bee in mid-air. No, definitely not Misha.Â
That means, this mustâŚthis must be-
âHoly mother of Godâ, I gasped out.
âIâŚ.amâŚ.notâŚ.theâŚ.I am the son of Godâ, he said, walking across the room to sit beside Jar-no, noâŚâŚSam.
Holy shit! CASTIEL?! That means that all this time, Jens- Dean, had not been lying. I collapsed on my chair, my mind, not being able to form a single coherent thought. Dean leaped up from the sofa and rushed to my side.
âDarlingâŚ.darling, look for yourself, that-â
âHe is Castiel.â, I said, boring into Deanâs green eyes, they brought me comfort. âI believe youâŚâŚ Dean.â
A look passed between Sam and Dean and Dean immediately held my hand and squeezed my palm as an act of reassurance as he beamed at me.
Sam got up from his chair and smiled at me, âThanks to Cas here, you believe us. At last. I thought you were two seconds away from throwing us out.â
I snorted. A really ugly snort through my nose. In front of three delicious-looking men, especially Dean, who was somehow still looking at me like I was Godâs gift to mankind. Hah, no wonder I was single.
I cleared my throat to relieve the awkwardness and continued,
âWell, in my defense, you guys were acting real creepy.â
Yeah sure, not even in my wildest dreams would I actually throw Jensen and Jared out of my house, no matter how creepy they act, but they didnât need to know that.
âBut howâŚwhyâŚâŚ..â, I started asking the questions bothering me.
âUmm well, yeah, about thatâŚâ, Dean started, gulping.
Castiel walked over and looked at me with downcast eyes.
âYou are going to die.â, he stated nonchalantly, as if three men entering into your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.
âIâŚWHAT?!â, I shouted, my eyes wide.
                    Now
âCAS!â, Sam and Dean both exclaim at him at the same time.
âShe was asking.âŚ..â
âNo Cas, not like that!â, Sam tells him prickly.
âPlease tell me what the hell is going on! WhyâŚ.How am I going to die? Whatâs happening?!â, I say, hiding my face with my hair.
âDarling, promise me you wonât freak out.â, Dean says, staring straight into my soul. âYou are a character from a book in our universe. My favourite book. And trust me, thisâŚyouâŚ. I am a huge fan of you. Have been, since I was a child. Now you see, few months ago, we stumbled into your universe when Gabriel pranked us. And then I saw you. I met you. The real youâŚ.justâŚ.perfectâŚ.And I just wanted toâŚ..I meanâŚ.. I came backâŚI came back becauseâŚ..â
âBecause?â
âI know everything. I know how the book ends and I have come back here to save you, darling.â
Tagging -Â Â @thatmotleygirl @msmarvelouswinchester @athenapotter @mvdeanwâ @bts-spnlvr12â @holylulusworld @jensengirl83
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âHold your breathâ
FYI Not from anyones Fanfic
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favourite unsettling short stories?
âThe Yellow Wallpaperâ by Charlotte Perkins
âThe Scarlet Ibisâ by James Hurst
âSome of Us Had Been Threatening Our Friend Colbyâ by Donald Barthelme
âHunger Daughters of Starving Mothersâ by Alyssa Wong
âThe Lotteryâ by Shirley Jackson
âThe Tell-Tale Heartâ by Edgar Allen Poe
âHaunted Houseâ by Virginia Woolfe
âThe Husband Stitchâ by Carmen Maria Machado
âThe Resling-Bowe House is Hauntedâ by Yah Yah Scholfield
âFour Ethersâ by Yah Yah Scholfield
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if i had a nickel for every time i shipped a dark-haired chaotic goth genderfluid snake with a sort of uptight light-haired guy who wears a lot of brown tones, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice
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WHY WOULD YOU MAKE ME CRY LIKE THIS, MARVEL???!!!!
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The Not-so French Mistake
Pairing: Slight Dean x reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: Language
Authorâs Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. Any and all comments on this are appreciated. Iâm sorry for any grammatical errors that I might have made. This is my first fanfiction (as a one-shot, I've written a few earlier in poetry form) so please go easy on me.
âYou are going to die.â, he states nonchalantly, as if three men entering your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.
âIâŚWHAT?!â, I shout, my eyes round as saucers.
Well, today was a seemingly normal day. Until the seemingly normal day wasnât as seemingly normal as I thought it would be.
                                2 hours earlier
âHey, Iâll be leaving nowâ, my best friend said as she packed the small handbag she always carried around with her.
âDonât forget the pickle jar and then come back 15 minutes later telling me you forgot the one thing I reminded you aboutâ, I shouted to her from the top of the stairs.
She turned around to pick up the jar from the centre table when her eyes landed on me and she whistled. I pulled the drawstrings of my silk dressing gown tighter as I walked down the stairs.
âOoooh, would you look at that, someoneâs looking good. So, are you going to sleep after Iâm gone, or are you going to have some company tonight?â
âIâŚ..I just canâtâŚâŚnot so soon after...ummmâŚâŚI know Iâm stupid but I just wanted to feel good about myselfâ
She closed the few steps between us and hugged me tightly.
âHey, you know heâs an asshole. His words donât count, ok? No guy has the right to make you feel bad about yourselfâ, she said, pulling away.
âBut heâŚâŚ.â
âNo missy, you listen here, heâs an idiot who doesnât deserve you. He should feel lucky heâs not in town or I wouldâve kicked him so hard in the balls that impregnating a woman wouldâve been a foreign concept to him.â
I gave her a small smile.
âThanks for hyping me up, love. Iâm now going to have ice cream and cry my heart out to sad rom-coms.â
âBitch, you hate rom-coms. Youâre just going to binge-watch Supernatural and youâre not telling me that because you wonât admit that youâre obsessed with the showâ.
âOkay, okay whateverâŚâŚArenât you getting late for your train?â
 She looked at her watch.
 âOh shit! Bye, see you later.â she said as she ran out of the door, slamming it behind her. I sighed to myself and walked over to the TV, switching it on.
âSelf-care time for me now!â, I said to myself, as I opened the fridge to get my favorite ice-cream when suddenly, the doorbell rings. I immediately turned my head towards the centre table and sure enough, the pickle jar was there.
Shaking my head, I picked up her precious jar and walked over to the door, pulling it open.
âI knew youâŚâŚ..â, I stopped short when I saw who was standing outside.
There, standing on my porch were, none other than, Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki.
And then I woke up.
Yeah, if only it happened that way.
I knew I was looking like an absolute fool in front of them, opening and closing my mouth like a fish, my eyes wide and my breath short as I stood there, taking in the two handsome men adorning my doorstep. They were dressed in their Sam and Dean outfits -plaid, over layers of plaid- it seemed like a scene straight out of a set.
âHi! Youâre Y/N right?â, Jared said in his usual husky voice while Jensen stood beside him, strangely staring at me with something akin to awe in his eyes.
âWâŚwhat? IâŚuhâŚyeahâŚIâŚI am Y/Nâ, I somehow managed to choke out.
âYouâre awesomeâ, Jensen Ackles breathed out with a sigh with literal heart-eyes in my direction. He cleared his throat and blinked twice and then seemed to step out of his reverie. He gave me a small smile and looked me up and down with a small smirk and I blushed furiously. Wait, was Jensen Ackles checking me out?!
Okay, so there were either of these two things going on- either I was dreaming or I had completely lost my mind. But since I had already pinched myself and well, that damn pinch did hurt, so the situation pretty much tilted towards the latter side. I mean, Jensen Ackles knows me and he thinks I am awesome?!
âYep, definitely not a fanâ, Jared whispers somewhat sarcastically to Jensen to which he replies under his breath with a âShut up, Sammy!â
I would have paid more attention to what Jensen said had I not had my whole focus on Jaredâs last words.
âUmmmâŚ..excuse me? No offense but Iâm standing right here and you can rest assured that I am 100% a fan, of both of you. If you donât believe me, ask me anything about Supernatural.â, I say, crossing my hands across my chest.
âWha-Supernatural? Like the book Supernatural? You have that here too?â, Jensen asks seemingly surprised.
Alright, is this a game for their show? I thought to myself, utterly confused and dazed. They seem to know my name and well, address too and that can be the only logical explanation as to why Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki are here, on my doorstep. But I couldnât see any cameras nearby. Maybe they were hidden? Maybe I was meant to be taken by surprise? Oh shit, did I just challenge them right now? Was this being filmed? My mind rushed with a million things- âOh god, I must be looking so stupid right now, acting like a blobfish instead of doing anything!â
I opened my mouth to say something, anything at all, when Jared cut through.Â
âUmmm Iâm sorry, Y/N, but itâs not really a good idea to be standing outside and talking. I promise weâll explain everything. Can we please come inside and talk?â
âIâŚ.uhâŚ..yeah sure. Come inside please.â, I was about to ask what their deal was but changed my mind when I saw Jensen nervously looking around and then back at me, pleadingly.Â
I closed the door behind me as they settled on the plush red sofa. I walked across the room and sat on the chair facing them.
âY/Nâ, Jared started. âThereâs no easy way to say this but Iâm Sam Winchester and this is my brother Dean. Like, from Supernatural.â
âUmmmâŚ. Iâm aware? Despite your contrary belief, I told you I was a fan.â, I said, confused.
âYouâre our fan?!â, Jensen asked, somewhat stunned. âHaha sweetheart, am I living my dream!â, he added, his emerald eyes twinkling.
I stared at him through my eyelashes.
âHold up, quick question, are you a Dean girl or Sam girl?â
âDean, not nowâŚ..â, Jared sighed.
âDean girl!â, I blurted out, immediately blushing deeply. Jensenâs entire face lit up and I hurriedly added, âNo offense to Jared here.â
âJared? You mean Jared Pada-whatshisname?â, Jensen asked incredulously.
âPadalecki, Deanâ
âSon of a bitch! Fake us lives in the same universe as her!â
I started laughing and the both of them turned towards me quizzically.
âUmmm what is this? Some spin-off of The French Mistake?â, I asked.
âThe French what?â, Jared looked at me, his eyebrow raised.
âThatâs not important right now. Y/N, I know, itâs hard to believe us right now, but we are not your TV actors-we are not Jensen and Jared. I am the actual Dean Winchester and he is my brother, Sam Winchester. The trickster, the archangel Gabriel, owed us a favor and he let us travel into your universe.... Sweetheart please, you have to believe me. I umm uh, I have been a-â
I stood straight up from my chair, angrily.
âIâm sorry but what kind of prank is this? Going to peopleâs houses and-â, I started angrily when suddenly the entire room got spontaneously flooded with an immensely bright light.
âCover your eyes!â, a deep, somewhat robotic voice filled the air and I immediately did so to lessen the risk of my precious peepers being completely burned out by an unknown source of dazzling light in my seemingly normal house in the middle of a seemingly normal (absolutely weird) day.
Slowly, the light faded.
And there stood Misha Collins-
No, that could not possibly be Misha. Unless Misha had suddenly evolved to be able to exhibit bioluminescence or had sprouted long black wings from the back of his trench coat or had learned to hover like a bee in mid-air. No, definitely not Misha.Â
That means, this mustâŚthis must be-
âHoly mother of Godâ, I gasped out.
âIâŚ.amâŚ.notâŚ.theâŚ.I am the son of Godâ, he said, walking across the room to sit beside Jar-no, no......Sam.
Holy shit! CASTIEL?! That means that all this time, Jens- Dean, had not been lying. I collapsed on my chair, my mind, not being able to form a single coherent thought. Dean leaped up from the sofa and rushed to my side.
âDarlingâŚ.darling, look for yourself, that-â
âHe is Castiel.â, I said, boring into Deanâs green eyes, they brought me comfort. âI believe youâŚâŚ Dean.â
A look passed between Sam and Dean and Dean immediately held my hand and squeezed my palm as an act of reassurance as he beamed at me.
Sam got up from his chair and smiled at me, âThanks to Cas here, you believe us. At last. I thought you were two seconds away from throwing us out.â
I snorted. A really ugly snort through my nose. In front of three delicious-looking men, especially Dean, who was somehow still looking at me like I was Godâs gift to mankind. Hah, no wonder I was single.
I cleared my throat to relieve the awkwardness and continued,
âWell, in my defense, you guys were acting real creepy.â
Yeah sure, not even in my wildest dreams would I actually throw Jensen and Jared out of my house, no matter how creepy they act, but they didnât need to know that.
âBut howâŚwhyâŚâŚ..â, I started asking the questions bothering me.
âUmm well, yeah, about thatâŚâ, Dean started, gulping.
Castiel walked over and looked at me with downcast eyes.
âYou are going to die.â, he stated nonchalantly, as if three men entering into your house and telling you that you are going to die is an everyday occurrence.
âIâŚWHAT?!â, I shouted, my eyes wide.
                    Now
âCAS!â, Sam and Dean both exclaim at him at the same time.
âShe was asking.âŚ..â
âNo Cas, not like that!â, Sam tells him prickly.
âPlease tell me what the hell is going on! WhyâŚ.How am I going to die? Whatâs happening?!â, I say, hiding my face with my hair.
âDarling, promise me you wonât freak out.â, Dean says, staring straight into my soul. âYou are a character from a book in our universe. My favourite book. And trust me, this...youâŚ. I am a huge fan of you. Have been, since I was a child. Now you see, few months ago, we stumbled into your universe when Gabriel pranked us. And then I saw you. I met you. The real you....justâŚ.perfectâŚ.And I just wanted to.....I mean..... I came back...I came back becauseâŚ..â
âBecause?â
âI know everything. I know how the book ends and I have come back here to save you, darling.â
Tagging -Â Â @thatmotleygirl @msmarvelouswinchester @athenapotter @mvdeanwâ @bts-spnlvr12â @holylulusworld @jensengirl83
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Thank you!!
Makeup is an yes but on special occasions, not on a daily basis.
Question :Tea ir coffee?
@thatmotleygirl @athenapotter @church-of-burnt-romances @eylullsaraa
A game for mutuals.
Rules: Tag 4 mutuals and ask one question.
Tagged by: didnât
Mutuals: @catboybatman @baby-blue-bats @nightwings-fingerstripes @quentinthedyke
Question: Which one song always gets stuck in your mind?
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Not usually what I read but damn, this series was so amazing.
Warning : Dark fic
Safe (Serial Killer!Sam) - Chapter One
Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is a young, ambitious reporter who throws herself into every report she writes. Getting caught up in the new infamous serial killer in town, she finds herself in situations she shouldnât be in, putting herself in danger for the perfect story. But luckily, her boyfriend, Sam, is around to keep her safe⌠and away from the truth.
Rating: 18+ (Dark fic)
Chapter Tags:Â arousal from murder, mentions of murder, mentions of rape, crime scene photos, smut, p in v, cheating, angst, stranglation, dead body Â
Chapter WC: 2127
A/Ns: Without tooting my own horn, I think this is my best work yet. I am SO EXCITED for you to read this! <3 -Â Send me a message to be tagged. My âAlways and Foreversâ and my âSPN Foreversâ will be tagged automatically <3
This fic is complete over on Patreon!
Safe Masterlist // Sam Winchester Masterlist
Samâs POV
WEDNESDAY 2nd NOVEMBER 2005
Sam shuffled in his seat, tugging on the legs of his jeans. The image on the whiteboard ahead suddenly changed from the image of a body washed up on a riverbank to one laying in long grass. The lecturer was talking again, but Sam couldnât concentrate. His focus was on the rope marks around the womanâs ankles and wrists where sheâd clearly been bound. Her clothes were ripped and dirty and sheâd been placed there almost carefully. It was like a piece of art. He couldnât peel his eyes away from the vacant look in hers. The image was suddenly gone, and Samâs mind returned to the room. He realised everyone around him was packing away their things, including Y/N, who always sat next to him in criminology. It was the only lesson they had together, she was studying English, hoping to become a reporter, and Sam was studying Law, hoping to become a lawyer, so Criminology was the only place their studies really overlapped. Sam got on with Y/N from the moment he met her. She was sweet and funny, and shared his weird fascination for crime and murder. Though Sam wondered just how much they shared where that was concerned, as he felt his pants finally start to loosen around his crotch again.Â
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