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A New Life?

Could you do a one shot where Sam amd Dean compete to get on your good side? Cute and fluffy please! Thank youu xx

Could you write a DeanxReader where they save reader from her fiancé who is actually a shape shifter. She has no where to go so they take her in and Dean falls for her 😊 please&thank you

Tw- violence

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“Hey honey! I’ll be home a little late today so don’t wait up- going out with some people from the office” jack smiled as he kissed me goodbye. I felt content looking around at our house, we just finished decorating. It still didn’t feel real that we managed to swing getting this house but a glitch in some paperwork did wonders for us. Me and jack have been together for 4 years now. Our anniversary in a week. Maybe he’ll surprise me I laughed to myself as I put my coffee cup in the sink.

A knock at the door stopping me from starting the dishes, not that I minded I hated dishes. Jack was wonderful in the way though he’d do them if I left them. Two men in suits stood on my porch- strange I thought to myself as I cracked the door

“Can I help you gentleman?”

“Hi miss y/l/n, we’re special agent Zeppelin and McCartney”

“Special agent?” I opened the door fully as the more handsome one handed me a badge.

“Sorry for the confusion miss-“

“Y/n is fine” I interrupted inviting them inside.

“We’re here investigating recent disappearances in the neighborhood and we were curious if you had any information”

“I knew Stacy but I didn’t know the first man to go missing.. mark I think was his name?” I started as I lead them to my kitchen “can I offer you agents some water?”

“No thank you” the taller one spoke “mark worked with your husband”

“Oh? He didn’t mention it. Jack works with a lot of people though he’s a very respected businessman” I smiled proudly playing with the ring on my finger.

“And where could we find Jack at around this time?” The more handsome one challenged slightly

“Work?” I laughed but their faces remained unchanged “he’s at work?”

“Have you noticed any strange changes of behavior in your husband?” The handsome one spoke again as the taller one glanced to my photo collage on my wall.

“I- no?? What is going on here agents?? He’s been working more but we’ve been furnishing our house. That’s not a crime” I motioned to all the things around us and the agents seemed half satisfied with my answer.

“What was your relationship like with Stacy?”

“We were friends, but she was uncomfortable around Jack I was never sure why. I think it was hard for her to not be the center of attention anymore. I was always the ugly duckling compared to her when we’d go out. It was simple small problems she was going to get over it eventually” I shrugged thinking back to when she tried to break me and Jack up in the beginning.

“Would she have any reason to be angry with Jack?” The handsome one spoke again his eyes stared right into my soul it felt like

“Guys no- she was upset with me” I corrected as the taller one nodded.

“If you think of anything else please call us, we’ll be in town for a few days” the handsome one let his fingers linger against mine slightly too long as I took the card from him. What could I possibly think of? Closing the door behind them I resumed doing my dishes.

Jack had been distant maybe.. but paying for a house is a lot. He was a good man putting his family first, I argued to myself but I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling I felt. This is a small town it has to just be a coincidence Jack knows both people missing. I did catch him eating raw steak a few nights ago.. but it was some type of low iron thing. Right?

Pulling a towel out of my drawer I dried my hands and sat at my laptop.

“Raw meat cravings” I googled and sure enough low iron was the first suggestion. I’m losing it, I laughed to myself. One little fbi visit and I’m searching for ghosts.

An hour has gone by and I’ve taken my seat on the couch putting on my favorite show, criminal minds. If only Spencer Reid had come to my house. Except both those agents were cute as all hell. The shorter one- I’d do anything he asked.

A knock from my front door made me jump. Why am I getting so many visitors today this is ridiculous. Opening my door without looking I gasped and jumped at who was on my porch

“Stacy??!!” I exclaimed “no one’s seen you for a month now?” I grabbed her arm as she shrugged smiling.

“You know how it is, I needed to get away” she laughed.

“Did you know the fbi is looking for you??” I laughed as she took a seat at my kitchen island. Pouring us some water I passed her a cup.

“The hell could the fbi do to find me?” She laughed again

“Stacy it’s been a month what happened?? Where were you?” I started to feel alittle uneasy here speaking with her. Today was the strangest day I ever had.

“Oh you know alittle bit here alittle bit there, just living my life, yay!” Stacy took another sip of water and I tried to hide the frown from displaying.

“Stacy..? You’ve never been one to just up and leave without saying even goodbye. I was worried”

“Sure looks like it, got a fancy new house with Jack since I’ve been gone”

“That’s unfair you knew we were pressed to find somewhere”

“He’s clearly a good man he’s been working hard to help decorate” she laughed in agreement but my blood ran cold.

How would she know he’s been working late to pay for everything.. she’s been gone a month now. Didn’t even see us buy this house. Maybe it’s not that far of a reach he’s obviously working hard.. I’m just too weird today now.

“Yeah” I laughed nervously “right, he’ll be home late tonight- you wanna stay? I could use company. And we should call those agents and tell them you’re okay” I smiled but Stacy shook her head

“I actually should get going I have some stuff to take care of. I also wouldn’t talk to those agents” she warned as she stood

“What why? Shouldn’t we tell them you’re alive?”

“Y/n they’ll go away on their own just let them” Stacy smiled again as I looked puzzled at her.

“If you’re sure..?” I walked her to the door as she hugged me again

“It’ll be okay soon. Just trust in Jack” Stacy squeezed me and walked out my front door. Watching her through the peep hole I locked it. I’ve known Stacy a long time and I have no idea what the hell is going on right now.

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*deans pov*

“Do you believe y/n? That she doesn’t know anything?” I glanced at Sam in the passenger seat.

“I believe she doesn’t know, not that her husband isn’t our guy” he spoke back as his eyes scanned his laptop screen “got it, his job is 10 minutes away”

“Let’s go see if shifty showed up for work today”

“The house was nice though” Sam started as I made a left

“She was gorgeous to be honest”

“She was, she looked so shy when we were questioning her”

“She was giving me the eyes pretty heavy” I laughed as Sam rolled his eyes

“Yeah and when you kill her husband I’m sure she’ll just fall right in love with you”

“Dude you never know. I’d rock her world”

“She had a camera outside on the porch but she looked through the peephole when she came to the door”

“Dude so?” I questioned as Sam rolled his eyes again.

“So? So obviously someone else uses the camera mainly”

“You think he knows we paid a visit” it started to click as Sam knodded

“And heard we were fbi atleast”

“Do you think he’ll hurt her?” My knuckles turned white against my steering wheel. We might’ve just got an innocent beautiful women brutally murdered by her husband.

“I don’t think he will yet- I think he plans on using her to reproduce like the vamps were doing”

“I got a bad feeling about this Sammy”

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*your pov*

All the curtains were closed since Stacy is suddenly back from the dead in town, well I guess she was never dead? I’ve texted Jack 3 times and gotten no reply. I haven’t mentioned anything though because I think if I tell him what’s actually been my day he’ll commit me. I must be losing it.

The doorbell ringing again catches my attention. Only this time it’s those two fbi agents again- what could they possibly want.

“We have to stop meeting like this” I joke as I open my door. The handsome one laughed softly as the taller one shot him a look.

“Y/n we’re sorry to bother you, but your husband isn’t at his office we were hoping maybe he came here?” The taller one spoke as my jaw fell.

“He hasn’t answered me all day” my mind blanked. “Can you guys come in actually” I suddenly felt exposed speaking out here like this.

“Are you alright y/n? You look more shaken up since our first run in” the handsome one winked as my face heated up.

“It’s not every day the fbi questions me about my fiance”

“Ah so not married yet” he smiled glancing to the taller agent

“No- but basically!” I defended playing with the ring on my finger. “For some reason he really wants to have a kid first before we officially tie the knot”

“So you’ve been trying?” The taller one nudged the handsome one, I really got to learn who’s who.

“Yeah but no luck, drs say I’m just unlucky”

“Yeah unlucky” he whispered with a laugh.

“Do you guys know something I should?” I snapped softly, I felt bad immediately though.

“Hey do you happen to have a knife I could borrow? The tag on this suit is a bitch” the handsome one glanced to the taller one as he raised an eyebrow

“Oh yeah here” I opened my draw and gave him a steak knife.

“These are nice, real silver?” He questioned as he cut his jacket tag.

“Oh no, Jack says it tarnishes easily with washes” I laughed as his expression looked annoyed?

“This is going to sound strange but before we talk more can you just hold this” the taller one pulled a silver butter knife from his pocket. Raising an eyebrow I took it from him and held it In my hands.

“Did I pass?” I laughed as they physically relaxed “guys.. agents? What the hell is going on”

“You’re sure nothing strange has happened lately?” The handsome one put his hand over mine on my counter top taking the knife from me.

“I thought I was sure but today has been the strangest day. Asking me to hold a strange silver butter knife doesn’t even place on the charts” I put my head in my hands

“What happened, please y/n” the taller one pressed softly and I broke

“Stacy is back from the dead!” I gasped out as their jaws dropped “well that’s impossible so I guess she never was dead? I don’t know but she came by after you guys left”

“What did she say?!” The handsome one stood checking the windows

“She said she was okay? She honestly said not a damn thing important now that you mention it? I don’t even think we spoke of a single real thing”

“Y/n who uses the camera on your porch?”

“Jack does.. for safety..” the uneasy feeling grew in my stomach.

“My name is Sam and this is my brother Dean” the taller one- I mean Sam spoke.

“Great a first name basis, that’s comforting” I laughed as Dean smiled.

“This is going to be hard to hear but your husband is a shape shifter, a monster. Like the legends” Dean spoke softly as my eyes widened

“A shape shifter? What the hell kind of agents are you?”

“Can you access the replay feed from Stacy coming over?” Sam ignored me

“Yeah on my phone” pulling my phone out I replayed the earlier footage.. but Stacy’s eyes.. I gasped as my eyes filled with tears they were glowing??

“He knows we’re on too him” Dean spoke as Sam apologetically rubbed my shoulder.

“Guys this is insane, this is not real it can’t be” I cried trying to convince myself this isn’t real.. I had photos of Jack how..

“When did Jack stop taking pictures with you y/n?” Dean asked

“How did you know..” but his expression told me everything “2 years ago.. oh god” my voice broke as I shattered at my kitchen island. Jacks been gone for a long time and I didn’t even notice.. I never would’ve noticed.

“It’s not your fault love” he whispered kissing my forehead as I ugly sobbed.

“Stacy..” my jaw fell as Dean hugged me tighter. Stacy was probably dead. She probably has been dead this whole time.

“Do you have other family y/n?” Sam spoke first we had all just sat there listening to me cry for the past 10 minutes.

“N-no it’s only me. Me and Stacy..” I broke again as they glanced between each other.

“We’re not actually fbi agents.. our last name is Winchester. We’re brothers” Sam started again but Dean cut him off

“We can offer you a room for as long as you want” Dean whipped a tear from my eye.

“You’re gonna kill him?” I weakly asked

“We have too. It’s what we do.” He looked away, actually alittle upset he had to kill my fiance maybe.

“I want to help” I broke again as both their eyes widened.

“You’re sure..?” Sam hesitated

“We can keep you safe princess” Dean stood rummaging through their duffel bag.

“I need to help with this. For Stacy.. my poor best friend I didn’t protect her” I smiled at Dean softly. It looked like my answer was effective enough because he handed me a pistol.

“Silver bullets. Silver is the only thing that can hurt them. Can you shoot?”

Without a word I popped the clip out and reloaded it, turning the safety off and back on. He looked satisfied enough as he went to discuss something with Sam. Looking over the pistol in my hand it felt right, this was gonna be my life now. For Jack, for Stacy, for me. This will never happen again to another innocent person without me, Dean and Sam helping them.

“So we’re just gonna wait for him to come home for you” Sam sat next to me on the couch

“But don’t worry we can protect you you’ll be safe the whole time” Dean sat on the other side of me a hand resting on my thigh. It was comforting, grounding.

“How do you even know he’ll come for me and not just run?” I mumbled

“We’re hoping” Sam spoke as I glanced around my house, it doesn’t feel like my house anymore. I feel exposed and uncomfortable.

“I’m gonna pack a bag I guess” I stood weakly and Dean followed

“Our bunker is nice, you can decorate your room however you want. You’ll have freedom obviously” Dean handed me a picture frame off my desk. Me and Stacy when we were teenagers. Like he knew I shouldn’t leave this behind.

“Will you teach me to hunt monsters too?”

“Of course, anything you want” he reached for my hand taking my bag from me and leading us back downstairs. This was now my first hunt, a new life.

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Hi, if you're taking requests and if you're okay with it, I could really use some guardian angel Cas x Reader, maybe where the readers parents are really mean and abusive and while shes sleeping Cas heals her and watches over her then comforts her?

:)

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idea- dean is trying to impress the reader but she lowkey has a huge crush on him already. just super fluffy and shit.

AN- I’m back? Maybe? Possibly. These submissions are literally from 2015/2016 so plz send some new ones.

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“Y/n!” Sam’s voice echoed from I presume the library as I rounded the corner.

“Hello there moose!” I laughed softly to myself but he ignored my comment. Which only made it funnier.

“Can you help me search for a case?” He shifted a stack of newspapers towards me as I flinched back.

“What’s Dean doing?” I lazily fiddled with the top newspaper pretending to read the front page.

“I think he’s in the gym- hey wait!? I need help?!” Sam called after me but I was already out the door. Anything is better than reading through that stack.

Rock music filled my ears as I slowly got closer to the gym. This bunker is huge sometimes I still can’t imagine it’s ours, after living in the impala for so long all of us it’s amazing to have real space.

“Hey princess!” Dean smiled lowering his music and dropping the weights he was holding.

“Weight lifting?? That’s boring Winchester” I picked up the knuckle tape as his smile grew in realization.

“Oh you want a fight? Last time I destroyed you”

“I’ve been practicing” I smirked with a wink, I could’ve sworn I saw a minor blush cross his face but I attacked instead. Deflecting my arm and turning me into his body Dean easily countered me.

“Not enough” he whispered and pushed me away again. Springing in my step against the momentum I brought my leg in a swivel kick which he easily caught. Till I brought my other leg up and spun down kicking off his arm landing back onto the ground though on 2 feet.

“I got new moves” I smiled wildly as he rubbed his arm.

“Sweetheart is that all?” His turn to wink as he threw a hit lightly towards my stomach, with a side step I grabbed his arm yanking him to the ground toppling him over I got ontop anchoring my knees onto his shoulders.

“Is that all? You just got beat” I giggled as he shifted slightly out of breath

“If you don’t get off me I’ll make you regret it” his voice dropped an octave and I fought the blush my body wanting to follow his order. Though he probably felt my body light on fire.

“You’re in no position to do anything Winchester” I teased back but I felt my confidence slip.

With ease he tossed me up by my hips and flipped me under him. His hands flying to my sides as he tickled me.

“You’re- a sore- l-loser!!” I yelled through my laughter as my hands desperately grabbed for his.

“Loser?? How can I lose when I’m ontop?” He smiled looking like he was debating to himself. Patronizing me.

“D-DEAN!!” I cried out laughing harder as his hands moved to my neck

“Only if you say I won princess!” He winked slowing to let me speak.

“You won!” I gasped out as he moved off me finally.

“You wanna practice shooting with me too?” He moved my hair from my face and I shivered. God he was so perfect. I made the right choice ditching Sam.

I nodded as he stood walking towards the gun counter. Taking a revolver he motioned for me to come closer- I was a good enough shot. But nothing compared to Dean. He could shoot anything from 50 yards in the wind. He was just as good fighting as with a weapon.

“Come stand where I am exactly” he passed the gun to me as I took his place infront of the target. “This gun has a kickback so when you shoot it’s gonna want to go up you have to steel your wrist.” He explained as my heartbeat quickened.

Staring at his jaw he stepped behind me to support my stance and my arm. His other hand going to my waist as I drew in a breath. God this man.

“Take a breathe, let it out slowly, then pull the trigger” his voice low near my ear as my body fought myself to relax. Taking the shot I nailed a perfect headshot. I’ve never done a perfect one before!

“Dean look!!” I gasped jumping slightly I couldn’t believe how proud I felt of myself. His jaw twitched as he smiled towards me

“Let me see” he took the gun from me as I side stepped- he looked distracted though internally as I watched him a take a breath then his shot. He was off to the right.

“Dean you did great!” I smiled warmly- truly he looked so hot holding the gun it didn’t matter where he hit the target.

“I was off center” his jaw clenched as he turned away from me. Putting the gun down he turned and walked past me “let’s go just work on baby”

Why was he so upset? I’ve been having a great time with him.. maybe he’s not as into me as I thought and I’m coming on too strong. My thoughts surrounded me as I followed him out of the gym to the garage. Like a shadow- no wonder he doesn’t like me.

“Princess can you sit here and hold this?” He tried to remain positive but I could see something behind his eyes bothering him.

“Yeah I’ll hold the clamp” last time I helped him work on baby I learned this was a clamp. He taught me everything I know about cars.

“Yeah it is a clamp?” He looked slightly puzzled but he hid it a second later. “I just need to get this..- DAMMIT” he yelled cutting himself off as I heard the snap of metal

“What happened??” I flinched back slightly as he hit the impalas frame.

“I snapped the damn bolt” he hung his head as I changed hands on the clamp to my other hand.

“Well can’t you just get a new bolt?” I asked innocently as his eyes flicked between me and the car

“No I need a tool I lent Bobby” he groaned taking my hands off the clamp he slammed baby’s hood pulling me out the garage behind him. I could feel his mood radiating off him but I didn’t know what happened, I felt myself get slightly sad as we rejoined Sam in the library. Dean didn’t sit next to me, honestly he barely looked at me.

Sam glanced between us both and pulled out his phone to text me

‘Dude what did you do’

‘Idk! I didn’t do anything we were just hanging out and I beat him when we were sparing, and I outshot him, and I knew what car part he was talking about when he asked.’

‘You out did him?’ He chuckled audibly

‘Oh god did I??’ I chuckled out loud too.

“Are you guys talking about me??” Deans voice cut through the silence.

“Dude-“ Sam started but Dean was up and out of the library seconds later. Sam standing chasing after him. “Wait here” his eyes showed me to just listen.

This is ridiculous what could they possibly be saying that I can’t be there for. I just wanted to be back on good terms with dean I loved him. Well- he didn’t know that. But my heart hurt thinking he was mad at me for some unknown reason.

A few minutes later Dean came in alone, glancing up at him softly he looked upset.

“Can we talk?” He took a seat next to me as I shrugged.

“Y/n I’m sorry” he put his arm around me pulling my back against him as he spoke. The contact drove me wild but this was typical us. We were affectionate with each other always.

“What even happened Dean? I thought we were having fun?” I sighed as he rubbed my arm softly.

“We were princess, it just got complicated” he trailed off but I persisted

“Complicated how?”

“I just- god dammit y/n I just want to be a man too you!” He broke as I gasped in confusion “I want to take care of everything and in a way be better then you. Be able to take care of you in ways others can’t” he spoke as his voice slowly shook

“Are you.. trying to impress me??” I gasped as it sunk in. He wanted me to view him as a hero, as extraordinary, as special and above average. My man who can do anything.

“God shut up” he chuckled as he shifted

“You are!!!” I giggled turning to face him. “You’re so sweet!” I hugged him tight as he blushed.

“It’s pathetic I know” he started but I cut him off

“No- it’s not pathetic. I already see you as extraordinary and wonderful and the answer to every problem. You’re an amazing man Dean Winchester and every day you starstuck me just as much as when I first met your legendary self” I kissed his cheek as a tear drifted down his face.

“Y/n do you really think so?”

“I know so. You’ve taught me everything I know.. made me who I am” I smiled as he kissed me. Holy hell he was kissing me!! I kissed back as I felt his smile grow against my lips.

“I think I love you” he kissed my forehead as I teared up.

“I think I love you more”

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I could really use some guardian angel Cas x Reader, maybe where the readers parents are really mean and abusive and while shes sleeping Cas heals her and watches over her then comforts her?

Tw- abuse

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‘Another day in this cursed house’ blinking the thoughts away you stretched in your small twin bed. Your room was your space even though it was barren.

The loud footsteps outside snapped my gaze to the integrity of my chair shoved under the doorknob while I slept. Like I said this room was my space. A bang from the other side of the door causing you to jump slightly as your mother’s voice coldly called out to you to get ready.

“Oh yeah school” I whispered to myself finding my flip phone in the sea of blankets to check the time. It was so cold at night they never ran the heat.

7:42am shown on my screen and a new message from Ben. We were friends at school, sometimes him and his mom Lisa were the only friends I had. They moved here after they got in some car accident and Lisa almost died.

“How was your night?” From Ben at 7am sharp, he checked on me every morning. Ben was my protector.

“Good I’ll see you at school”

With that I gotta get ready, choosing one of Ben’s flannels he gave me and a white tank top I paired it with jeans. I only had one pair of shoes so black combat boots it is.

“She finally shows up” your mother said coldly as you made your appearance to the kitchen.

“I’m leaving for school I’ll see you guys later” head down I tried to rush past but my fathers voice stopped me

“Looking like that? You look like a truck stop whore for lumberjacks” he spit without even glancing from the beer in his hand.

“I’m fully covered” I step closer to the door as he laughs.

“You think that Ben kid gives a fuck about you? He’s just hoping you’ll put out, like your whore mother” he laughed to himself as I scoffed

“If she’s such a whore how come you sleep on the couch” and with that I turned to rush the door, hearing his beer bottle hit the wall behind me and shatter as rogue beer droplets rain onto me.

Asshole, I grit my teeth whipping my face with Ben’s sleeve. I smell like alcohol now. Digging my perfume out of my backpack I try hopefully- though now I just smell like warm vanilla and stale beer.

Walking down my block I see Ben waiting at the stop sign.

“You smell like bud light” he laughs as we begin our walk together.

“You don’t think I know?! Is it bad?”

“It’s definitely strong”

“What do I do I’m gonna get in school suspension” I covered my face with my hands as he laughed again

“Let’s just skip today” he grabbed my arm taking a turn through the woods towards his house. “You can shower” he smiled as I nodded following him.

“How did you get to be so amazing?” I teased but he looked more serious back at me.

“My mom raised me right, all by herself”

“She never had any boyfriends??” Lisa had never mentioned anyone to me- but some of the flannels in Ben’s closet definitely aren’t his size.

“I don’t remember any” he shook his head but he looked alittle glazed in his eyes.

Maybe he just doesn’t wanna tell me, I could understand that. But he’s always been so adamant no man has ever seriously dated his mom.

After my shower and a new oversized mystery flannel, I took a seat outside on the porch next to Ben as he rolled a joint.

“Can I have some?”

Ben never let me smoke but I was hoping my bad morning would sway him. It’s not like I was a kid anymore I was 17.

Relenting against his internal struggle he let me take some hits. Laughing as I coughed only slightly.

“We should get going soon, I’ll walk you to your corner”

Checking my time I saw it was 1pm, school almost out. “I feel fuzzy” I laughed wildly as Ben shook his head at me.

“I should’ve looked at the time probably before I let you try some” he stood extending his hand to mine pulling me to my feet. I zoned out for most of the walk back but his hug at the corner brought me back to the fact I’m high as a kite about to walk back into this cursed house.

“Where were you whore that wasn’t school? Off with that little Ben kid- I’m not helping in 9 months” my father still in the same seat infront of the couch though now bottles littered the floor around him.

“I was showering off your disgusting beer” I snapped back

“Your eyes are red” he chuckled before continuing “now you’re a junkie too”

“Beats being an alcoholic broke loser” the weed gave me too much confidence, he stood up shattering the bottle in his hand between his fingers.

I wish I could tell you I was as heroic in my mind as I wanted to be- but he tossed me to the floor with ease kicking my chest once I fell. I blocked what I could but the new bottle breaking over my shoulder I yelled out. I felt the blood stinging mixed with beer droplets as I took a shakey breath. The familiar pain of a shattered rib tore through my left side.

“Get out of my sight, pathetic” he spit onto the floor next to me. As I limped to my bedroom securing the chair underneath the doorknob.

I cried laying onto my bed- pulling my flip phone from the pocket the shattered small front screen half lit up. Ben’s gonna kill me he just bought me this.

“Are you happy now? Is this finally enough!?” I spit out towards my ceiling. I didn’t believe in god but sometimes it helped to just yell my frustrations at nothing. If there is a god he’d have to beg for my forgiveness. I thought as I whipped the blood from my nose.

Closing my eyes I heard a man’s voice-

“Y/n?”

Suddenly infront of me was a mid height man, with black hair and beautiful blue eyes. He looked blankly over me. My eyes glanced to my door where the chair was still firmly stuck in place. How the fuck did he get in here??

“Please don’t be afraid” he spoke again as if he read my mind. Shrinking back from his outstretched hand slowly coming towards my face his expression changed to puzzled.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Castiel, I’m an angel of the lord”

He spoke it so clearly I almost laughed but the pain from my intake of breath stopped me. His eyes glanced on cue to my lower left ribcage. “An angel of the lord? Are you on drugs or something how did you get in here?”

His eyes glowed a soft white light as shadows of wings cast across my entire room, shielding my eyes I cried out for him to stop.

“What the hell”

“Actually the opposite” he shrugged blandly

“What do you want?” I whispered suddenly it felt strange to look at him directly. I’m bleeding from many parts of myself- my flannel is ripped from the bottle he smashed on me. This is not the time for god to show up.

“I’m not god” he spoke

Oh great, he’s reading my mind. Maybe I have a concussion and I’m hallucinating.

“I want to heal you and offer you a solution” he sat next to me on my bed glancing around my empty room. Him being next to me felt so calming, like I could feel his aura.

“How did you even find me?”

“That flannel you’re wearing belongs to one of my good friends, good human friend.-“

“Ben?” I interrupted as he shook his head

“Dean Winchester. I watch over Ben from time to time- he doesn’t know I’m there. But I’ve actually watched you alittle bit for quite a while now”

“I knew this flannel wasn’t just his”

“Ben and Lisa don’t remember him. He does just think they found them mixed into things. I want to offer you protection and a new life with my human friend and me. We can keep you safe.”

“What about Ben and Lisa?”

“You’d just be with your family out of state.” He explained, “y/n I can help you, I want too”

“How do I know you’re not lying” I started to cry thinking about it all, safety? Peace? A new life with an angel?

His face softened. He raised his hand again and I didn’t move away, he tapped two fingers to my forehead and I felt all my injuries heal in the snap of a second.

“Let me just get my stuff” this was it. I was putting myself first. Whoever this Dean Winchester guy is I’d be finding out why he left Ben. Ben might not have known him but I can see how being raised around this man made him who he is.

“You don’t ever deserve to be hurt like this again, dean and I will make sure of it. You’re a smart girl you’ll be able to handle this. Sometimes humans can be so confusing treating a child like this” he shook his head looking around my room and I packed a single bag.

“What are we gonna just walk through my door?” But before I could look around a last time his fingers were on my forehead and the whole world swirled around me. Opening my eyes again I was in a library looking room with castiel and two men sitting at a table each with a book infront of them.

“Hey cas.. whose you’re friend?” Taking one look at him I figured he was Dean. His mannerisms shown from Ben. It made me faintly smile at the resemblance.

“This is y/n, we’re gonna help her” castiel motions me to a seat as I snap out of smiling in awe at Dean.

“Why is she staring at me?” He joked uncomfortably and I blushed.

“Sorry!! You just act like Ben, even sit like him. I always wanted to know who raised such an amazing man”

“Y-you wait, you know Ben?” His surprise and smile was instant.

“Ben saved me” I teared looking down as deans smile grew wide.

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Addicting

request- could you please do a one shot where the reader has been self-harm free for a year, but after a rough hunt, feels like a relapse is right around the corner. reader spends days on end in the bunker struggling, always on the verge of tears, withdrawn from everyone, attempting to fight off the urge on their own. sam finds out and is concerned. he can kinda relate because of his experience demon blood, and supports the reader. reader and sam aren't dating, but are dear friends- more like family.

request-Can you do an imagine where the reader and Crowley are dating and he sees her self harm cuts on her wrist and talks to her about how she feels? It rarely ever happens but loving Crowley makes me so happy.

request-Can i have one where dean finds out about your self harm... really cute and fluffy please!! Thankssss

warnings- triggering, self harm, graphic, mentions of abusive parents.

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"y/n lets go wake up its hunting time!" Sam yelled as he ran into your room and jumped on your bed.

you jolted awake under the sudden weight on top of you "gah moose your like 700 pounds!" you groaned in annoyance as Sam stood back up

" wow thanks" Sam teased "now get up before dean comes in here" 

you glared at Sam as he walked out and shut your door. You slowly rose from your warm bed and shivered at the sudden coldness of the bunker. You picked out a nice hunting outfit classic leather jacket, black tank top, and dark blue ripped skinny jeans. Your hair was a complete mess you had dyed firetruck red hair. You settled on light eyeliner and your hair in a ponytail.

"lets go sleeping beauty don't make me come in there!" dean yelled as you heard Sam start laughing.

" i'm here i'm here you can all relax now" you said dramatically as you shut and locked the bunker door behind you. "What are we hunting?" you asked as you slide into the backseat of the impala.

"Demons, Garth has one that needs to be tortured for information i said we would help" 

you laughed slightly Garth was sweet and innocent, everything a hunter shouldn't be. "that kids gonna get himself killed one of these days" you joked lightly.

"yeah i know" 

*4 hours later*

" Hey guys you made it!!" Garth ran out to the impala as soon as dean parked it. immediately hugging Dean. then Sam ,then you

"nice to see you alive and kicking Garth" you smiled warmly as Garth led you inside the warehouse

"yeah well i try" Garth winked as he turned to Dean "Dean this ones a stubborn one but we cant have you killing it, he has valuable information" 

" i'll do it. " you interrupted Dean

"You sure y/n you don't have to" Sam started but you stopped him

"But i will give me some time." you smiled as you walked up to the demon

"Ah well if it isn't the kings whore" the demon winked as he smiled wide.

"So here's how this is gonna go your gonna tell me everything and maybe ill let you live." You walked over and examined the torturing tools on the table you kept your voice low and calm.

"What if i don't talk?" 

"Oh sweetheart i can make you talk" you cut the demon slightly with your angel blade and smiled as it hissed out in pain.

" I know everything about your childhood y/n don't think you can run from it!" the demon shook with rage as you dumped holy water into the open wound.

" I can and i did" you smiled as you kept cutting the demon. "Okay are you ready to talk now?" 

"why don't you use that blade on your wrist again! just like you did less then a year ago!" the demon smiled as your expression changed.

"Shut up!" you screamed as you stepped closer but Dean ran in stopping you from killing the demon just in time

"y/n no we need him alive!" Dean said sternly as you dropped the blade and walked out. 

"y/n what was he talking about?" Sam asked as his eyes searched your face for emotion

"nothing forget it" but you didn't forget it you ran your hand over your sleeve fully aware of all the scars under it from your self harm it has been over a year since you used it to cope with your best friends death and you tried to keep it off your mind but suddenly the deep wanting to bleed came back. The wanting to have the lines across your skin again. 

*back at the bunker*

" i heard from certain demons you where torturing today?" Crowley appeared in your room 

you jumped slightly as he wrapped his arms around you. he noticed you try extra hard to hide your wrist from him. "Whats on your wrist?" he said sternly as he pulled away from you

"nothing" your voice sounded weak but you really loved Crowley and he didn't need to think of you as weak.

using his demon powers he pulled your arm out from your side and his eyes widened as he saw all the scars. "i need to go" he said through gritted teeth as he disappeared.

"dammit!" you yelled as you pulled out your old razor that you kept as a just in case "here goes a year!" you yelled as you sliced your skin twice.

"y/n whats going on in there?" Sam yelled you could hear the concern in his voice from outside the door

"nothing go away!" you cried as you slide the razor across your wrist came back, memories of this feeling flooded your mind as you felt your body relax from the endorphin's being released. Warmth shot up your hole body as you smiled. You missed having the lines on your skin the way your blood looked as it bubbled up. 

you turned around to the breaking sound of wood as Sam stormed in, this jerk kicked your door down."y/n..." he looked up and down you guilt on his face was clearly present.

"i'm sorry!" you cried out as you dropped the razor "i had to its addicting!" you cried harder as Sam pulled you into him. 

" i know its addicting sweetie i know. i'm sorry i didn't worry more about what the demon said today" 

"its addicting i had to i'm sorry!" you choked out through your tears

" i know baby i was addicted to demon blood i know but you have to quit it its doing more harm then good" Sam whispered as you started to calm down

"i'm back baby" Crowley froze as he saw the scene in front of him. he ran over and healed you instantly "baby why?" he pulled you from Sam and into him

"because i needed to its addicting and you where so disappointed and mad" you started but Crowley cut you off

"i killed the demon who brought this up to you, that's why i left" Crowley kissed your forehead as you smiled slightly

"thanks Crowley i love you" you said weakly as you leaned into Crowleys arms and relaxed

" i love you too baby" Crowley whispered

* one hour later*

" y/n wake up please" Dean whispered as he shook you awake "Sam told me, can i throw away your razor?" Dean asked softly as you nodded a yes

"please don't ever hurt yourself again y/n please i love you so much your the sister i never had" Dean kissed your forehead and stood up as you fell back asleep

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football!

request- hey, can you do an imagine where you are dating sam and you live in the bunker with tfw, and (since Stanford is actually playing today) you and sam are watching the football game and the boys find out how competitive you can get when watching games and its just fluffy and cute? thanks!!

request- may I have one wear the reader just goes to school everything is normal until a guy picks a fight with her he tries to hit her but she could counter all his moves and when the guys come they keep on giggling every time they are told that you beat up a guy

warnings- none

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"hey sam! the games in an hour hurry up get your ass back to our dorm" you hung up that was like the 7th voicemail you sent him you where not missing this game. you turned the corner of sams dorm when you had a fist coming at your face you yelped and grabbed the attackers fist and brought it up to in between his shoulder blades, then round kicked his knee knocking him to the floor. you got on top of him keeping him pinned

"who the fuck are you" you spat out as sam walked in

"hey ba- dean?" sam ran to you guys

"Sammy get this bitch off me!" dean yelled as you released him and got up

"hey you attacked me!" you said in defense

"y/n this is my brother dean, hes not good at first impressions" sam teased as he hugged you

"I thought she was a.." dean started but quickly stopped himself

"a hunter? yea I am" you flashed dean a smile as you checked your phone "shit sam the game!" you grabbed sams hand and toke of running

"game?" dean called

"just come!" sam yelled back.

at the stadium

"aw come on what kind of fucking tackle was that!" you yelled as hofstras team tackled our quarter back *I just picked a random college*

"baby relax where still up by 3" sam smiled as he winked at dean

"no I will not I could play better football then these asshats come on take our skirts off guys!" you yelled as some Hofstra footballer player gave you the middle finger

"you got a real winner there Sammy" dean teased

"shut up I have no problem kicking your ass again!" you smiled then quickly returned your attention to the game

back at the dorm after the game

"we fucking lost I cant believe it!" you slammed your beer down on your table as dean started laughing

"its just a game" dean teased as you punched his shoulder hard.

"baby don't beat up my brother " sam laughed as dean threw him a look

"I approve of her Sammy I mean she seems like a real winner" dean teased back as sam laughed

"you wont be laughing when your sleeping on the floor" you threatened

"dean why did you stop by?" sam asked after all the laughing died down

deans face fell as he put his beer down slowly "dad hasn't been home in a few days"

"so he always goes missing" sam started

"dads on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days"

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Dad im sorry

request- your deans daughter and you go somewhere you weren't supposed to and you get in trouble and he gets protective

warnings- triggering? *father daughter fighting*, cursing

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"hey y/n are you going tonight?"

you turned around to face your best friend " going where?" you asked

"to devons party duh!" Amanda laughed slightly at your cluelessness

"oh right yea I don't know yet im gonna ask my dad tonight" you smiled as you went over the hunting schedule hoping there wasn't a hunt this weekend

"great text me later okay? ill pick you up" Amanda hugged you as she walked on her bus. you on the other hand got picked up by your uncle sam everyday.

"hey y/n how was your day?" sam asked as you slammed the impala door shut behind you

"fine, hey do we have any hunts this weekend or anything we need to do?" you tried to remain general you knew your uncle and he would tease you for wanting to go to your crushes party.

"I don't think so, why somewhere you needa be?" he raised an eyebrow at you as he parked the impala outside the bunker

"theres this party tonight and amandas going and I wanna go too" you mumbled

"sounds fun your 17 now, but good luck asking dean" sam patted your shoulder and walked down the steps to unlock the door

"hey dad!" you called

"hey kiddo how was your day?" he asked as he popped open a beer

"well uhm it was good but hey theres this party tonight at devons and Amanda wants me to go with her" you mumbled as you spoke quickly

"no" your dad said as he toke a sip of his beer

"but dad im 17 I  wanna go! I can handle myself!" you stated calmly

"dammit y/n no your not going end of discussion" he said sternly

you grabbed your bag and stormed off into your room "fuck him" you thought as you grabbed your phone

"hey Amanda im going get me at 7 just txt me when your outside" you pressed send and started getting ready you where going to sneak out.

hours later

6:58 you turned off your phone screen and opened your window you told your dad you had the time of the month and that you where gonna lay down and try to sleep. you prayed silently he wouldn't check on you. you heard a car pull up and you jumped out your window, you had your salt necklace on and a angel blade in your boot.

"look at you!" Amanda smiled as you jumped in her convertible

"thanks I clean up nice" you teased as she turned up the stereo and sped away

at devons

"hey y/n" devon smiled as he handed you a shot

"thanks, hey awesome party" you smiled as you toke the shot

"thanks" he smiled and walked away

several shots later and after the sober Amanda drives you home

you felt like you where drugged, you couldn't focus and the hole world was spinning. you could climb in a window at this state so you chose the front door lets just say you should have taken your chances with the window.

"look who came home" your dad smiled as he stood infront of you

"hi  daddy!" you exclaimed as you grabbed the wall to keep from falling over

"are you drunk!?" your dad yelled as he grabbed you and forcefully lead you to the couch

"don't yell!" you grabbed your head as pain shot threw it

"castile!" your dad yelled as cas appeared behind him

"y/n are you drunk?" he asked

"yes she is how much alcohol has she had?" your dad asked sternly staring daggers at you

"about 7 shots and 4 beers" castile looked at the ground afraid of your fate.

"y/n are you fucking serious right now! I said you couldnt go!" your dad yelled " cas make her sober!"

cas put two fingers to your head and you immediantly realized your situation" hi dad" you mumbled weakly

"hi dad, is that all you have to say?!are you fucking serious y/n!"

"im sorry! I just wanted to go have fun!" you yelled back as the tears came

"grounded, room now,no more hunting for  a month" your dad yelled as you nodded and went to your room

acouple hours later

"y/n im sorry its just you could have gotten hurt or attacked by monsters and im sorry" your dad said calmly

"I know dad im sorry" you hugged him back

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too shy

request- your too shy to cuddle with sam at night and he thinks it couse you don't like him

* takes place when jo ellen and bobby are still alive*

warnings- insecurities, fighting

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you had just started dating sam Winchester and you loved him, but you always loved taking things slow. its not that you didn't want to kiss him or cuddle with him but you didn't like seeming easy. you had boyfriends before but you always toke it really slow, you could never understand how girls could start dating someone then 5 seconds later make out with him. it just wasn't you, many guys couldn't understand why you never said love you right away or why you didn't wanna kiss yet. that caused you many relationships, your shyness got in the way too. you where nervous about doing these things before you where truly comfortable with the person

you did really like sam and since you and dean go way back..as in he was the first guy who didn't mind taking it slow in highschool you knew sam wouldn't now if only you could get up enough nerve to tell him. dean knew you liked things slow but you said you wanted to tell sam not him so he reluctantly agreed.

"hey babe" sam smiled as he walked in and leaned in to kiss your cheek. you hugged him before he could make contact

"hey baby" you smiled back fear in your eyes, sam looked puzzled at you but sat down next to you.

"so whats planned for today dean?" you asked innocently

dean smiled at you "where hunting a rugaroo"

"sounds great where?" sam asked

"bobby, cas, jo, and ellen are going so we need to take two cars" dean said ignoring sams question

"or bobby could sit in the front and y/n could sit in my lap" sam smiled as he glanced at you waiting for an answer

panic showed on your face as you glared as dean for help "no that's not needed y/n and jo will ride together" dean spoke fast. you relaxed and sam glanced at you then dean.

"okay" sam said coldly as he walked to his room

"he hates me!" you cried as the tears came

"hey hey y/n he doesn't hate you you need tot tell him you wanna take things slow!" dean hugged you as you nodded

"I will later" you whipped the tears from your face as you went to pack a bag, thank god jo was ridding with you.

*later*

"are you sure you don't wanna sit on my lap" sam asked as you and jo where talking

"no im fine" you whispered looking down as sam slammed the impala door shut

"what was that about?" jo asked as you pulled out of the driveway following the impala

"I just wanna take things slow,i don't like looking easy it just makes me uncomfortable" you mumbled as jo smiled

"are you gonna tell sam couse he seems pretty offended"

"I will eventually" you mumbled as jo turned up the music

*at the motel room later that night*

you ran  into bed and pretended to asleep, you didn't wanna talk to sam right now..

sam crawled in his side then put an arm around you, you gasped and got up "ill sleep on the couch" you whispered

"do you not wanna date me or something?" sam asked offense hidden in his voice

"no that's not it-"

"then what is it you have been ignoring me and trying not to do couple things do you like dean, jo, why wont you be with me!" sam asked clearly offended

the tears came "no I just don't wanna seem easy and im not comfortable doing those things yet and im too shy and I like going slow!" you yelled back

"y/n why didn't you tell me?" sam asked concerned

"because im to shy!" you yelled back

"im sorry I wont make you do those things until your comfortable.. ill sleep on the couch you can get the bed" sam said as he picked up his pillow. you nodded in greatful ness then layed down you felt better now that sam knew.