#Don’t ask why Castiel looks so babygirl it just happened

[sleepy-seraphimm]

Car time ;w;

Another little work in progress! I had a part from the season 5 finale in mind with this. I’ve just started season 6!

[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Let It Go

Word Count: 799

Characters: Dean Winchester, Fergus Crowley (brief), Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Warnings: angst, small fluff, season 8 finale ending

A/N: based off of season 8, episode 23

Masterlist

You threw your phone aside, ignoring the calls you were receiving from Dean. The church was quiet, just you and Crowley. But it was deafening. You breathed heavily, leaning against the counter. It was hard to breathe, hard to walk, hard to see properly, hard to live.

But it would all be over soon. All the demons would be trapped in hell. You wouldn't have to worry about Crowley or any crossroad demons, they would all be gone.

Your head pounded as you exhaled shakily, clenching your fist as you scrunched your eyes, trying to manage your pain.

You cried out in pain softly, watching your arms glow a light orange, pain emitting throughout them.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, hanc animam redintegra, lustra,” you used the demon blade to cut open your skin, limping to Crowley. The final task. They’re all gonna be gone.

“(Y/N), stop!” Dean yelled, running to you.

“Why? We're so close,” you struggled to stand up, falling over slightly.

“Just… stop. We have a slight change in plan, okay?” Dean walked near you cautiously, holding his arms up.

“What? Where’s Cas?” you asked.

“Metatron lied, he lied, (Y/N). You finish these trials and you’re dead,” Dean said softly.

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head.

“So?” you raised your voice.

“Look at him. Look at Crowley! We’re so close, Dean. Other people will die if I don’t do this!” you stumbled a few steps away from Crowley, yelling at Dean.

“I know. Just listen. These tasks, they’re more than enough knowledge to turn the tide here. But I can’t do it without you,” you blinked a few times, your eyes burning.

“You can barely do it with me!” you yelled.

“I screw up everything, remember? I-I need a chaperone. You said it yourself,” you breathed heavily, looking at Dean.

“C’mon, that’s not what I meant,” Dean started, trying to defend his words.

“That’s exactly what you meant,” your eyes watered as you looked at Dean.

“You wanna know what I confessed in there? W-What my greatest sin was? It was letting you down,” your voice wavered as Dean gave you a sorrowed look.

“I can't do it again. I can’t let you down,” you said.

“(Y/N),” Dean started.

“What happens when you think I can’t be trusted? Again? W-Who are you gonna turn to next time? Another angel? Another… Another vampire?” your tears fell as you let your emotions run freely.

“Do you know how much it hurts, to watch your brother,” your voice broke as you looked at Dean.

“Hold on. You seriously think that? None of that, and I mean none, is true. We’ve had our disagreements,” your breathing was shaky as you held back your cries.

“I know I’ve said some crap that hurt you, but (Y/N), come on. I killed Benny to save you. I’m willing to let this bastard and all other sons of bitches that killed Mom walk because of you. Don’t you ever think that there is anything past, present, or future that I would put in front of you!” Dean yelled at you as his eyes watered.

“It's never been like that! Ever! I need you to see that. I’m begging you,” he said.

You looked down at your hand, watching the blood drip from it.

“It hurts so much, Dean. Y-You don’t understand. I’m so tired,” you cried softly.

“Just let it go. We’ll find another way. Just like we always do,” Dean walked to you, putting his hands on your shoulders.

“How do I make it stop?” you cried.

“Just let it go, let it go, kiddo,” Dean pulled a bandana from his pocket, wrapping it around your cut.

“Just let it go,” he whispered softly, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

You winced, looking at your arms as you hugged Dean, watching as the light faded.

“D-Dean,” you said softly, pulling away from him as you looked at your arms, exhaling in relief.

You tried to look up at Dean before you felt your head begin aching painfully, feeling a strong sense of pain throughout your body as you cried out in pain.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)?” you fell to the ground, Dean holding you.

“C’mon. I got you. You’ll be okay,” Dean comforted, throwing your arms around his shoulder as your legs went numb.

He held you up, quickly running out of the church before you collapsed next to the Impala, closing your eyes.

“(Y/N)! Don’t worry. Don’t worry babygirl, it’ll be okay,” Dean said, trying to help you.

You tried to speak, wheezing loudly as you felt your throat closing up, the air leaving your body.

“Cas! Castiel, get down here now!” Dean yelled.

Your body went limp, letting your last tears fall.

“(Y/N)? (Y/N)?”

[relmi-llorrac]

300 Followers Celebration!!

You guys, I finally made it to 300 followers!!! Granted it was last night and is now 304, but I decided to wait to post since it was so late that way people would have a better chance to see it. I can’t believe it honestly! This is just so amazing and I am just so thankful and appreciative of all of you lovelies!!! Seriously, thank you so so much, all of you. This really means a lot to me that all of you guys, in some form or another actually want to witness my nonsense.

So to celebrate this milestone, I’m doing another challenge. The catch is, that instead of like before where you got prompts for yourselves, you all get to choose prompts that you want me to write. I love writing, and I don’t post my works nearly enough, so this seems like a win-win for everybody! :)

Instructions/Rules below:

1. Choose a ship (I’ll list some ships, feel free to suggest a new one if you don’t like the options. Ask box is always open and working so there shouldn’t be any issues with that if so let me know.)

2. Choose a phrase or an item that must be included (I’ll list some phrases, feel free to suggest a different one if you don’t like the options. Also if you’d prefer an item instead of a phrase then go ahead and just choose what you want to be included, I’m not sure what kind of items to list so that’s why I’m leaving it up to you.)

3. Start and end dates (Obviously, the challenge starts today- 10/2/17 and will continue anywhere from 2 days - 2 weeks, depending on how many fic requests I get, so for a listed official end date lets say- 10/16/17)

4. Fandom (Yes, it’s set in the Supernatural fandom again. Apologies to all of my fellow Harry Potter peeps, I promise you, next time you will get your own challenge.)

5. Asks (For each request you can only choose 1 ship and 1 phrase/item. However, if you’d like to, you are allowed to send in more than one request.)

6. Timezones (Don’t worry about sending it in too late/early in the day, I will write and respond as soon as I see it and will post as soon as I can.)

You don’t necessarily have to be following me, but since it is a Follower Celebration after all, it would be much appreciated if you were!

Ships

Dean/Castiel

Sam/Gabriel

Meg/Castiel

Sam/Lucifer (I’d be using Nick for the vessel of course)

Sam/Castiel

Dean/Jo

Dean/Lisa

(Any character with the reader)

(Any other ships you’d prefer)

Phrases

Half the names on the list had already been crossed off.

There was a strange wailing sound coming from the next room.

He/she suddenly realized he/she might be alone for the rest of his/her life.

The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive...

He/she had an hour to get home, if he/she didn’t make it...

He/she looked at his/her phone, turned red, then quickly left the room. He/she watched him, smiling.

He/she was stunned- the stranger in front of him/her looked exactly like the guy/girl that he/she had been dreaming about...

Was it a knock that had woken him/her? The house didn’t feel the same anymore.

They couldn’t be allowed to fight. He/she had to think of a way to stop it...

As soon as he/she walked in, he/she felt the tension.

The entrance to the tunnel was his/her only way out...

He/she had no intention of choosing sides until he/she was sure who was going to win.

He/she hadn’t meant to scare the child.

He/she couldn’t believe it. Could it really be him/her?

He/she decided to go to his/her fathers grave, to ask his advice.

Thank you in advance to everyone who decides to participate. I think this will be really fun. Also, I forgot to specify, these will more or less be oneshots. 

P.s. Sorry about not posting this until after 3pm, so much for trying to get it out earlier lol.

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[such-a-common-girl]

“Once More” Dean x Reader

Words: 2,058 (I may have gotten a little carried away)

Dean x Reader

Summary: Reader is Castiel’s daughter and is sneaking around with Dean.

Warnings:SMUT!!, daddy kink

Being Jimmy’s oldest daughter wasn’t easy. I had to accept at a young age that I would never see my father again, but in his place was this… Being. Castiel. At first he scared me, and I refused to be around him. “You’re not my dad…” I remember telling him the first time I met him. But as I continued to get older, I started to value him more, and I consider him to be my father now.

Today, I’m in college, still living with Jody. Even though Alex and Claire might not appreciate her, I do. After my little sister and I were left with no one, she was nice enough to let the two of us stay with her. Even now, when she’s technically not responsible for me anymore since I’m almost twenty-two, she lets me stay here instead of forcing me to live in a dorm. I will be eternally grateful, and Claire’s actions just pissed me off sometimes.

“Y/N, dinner time! And while you’re up there, tell Claire to get out of her room and join us!” Jody yelled from the kitchen downstairs. I picked my head up from my lore book, marking my place and setting it down gently on my bed. The one, and probably only, thing that my sister and I did have in common was our eagerness to hunt. Even then, that’s a long shot. She’s irresponsible, and half the time she’s wrong. I’m surprised she’s not in jail yet, even with Jody being the sheriff.

I close my door on my way out of my room, and pop my head into Claire’s room.

“Time to eat.” I tell her, watching her writing in a notebook.

“I’m busy.”

“And I don’t care. Come downstairs.” I roll my eyes. She huffs and rolls her eyes, but ultimately gets up and following me to the kitchen. God, her food smells so good.

“Where’s Alex?” I ask.

“Out with friends, I guess. She was vague on details.” Jodi tells me, setting my plate on lasagna on the table.

“She’s probably out having sex with that new boyfriend of hers.” Claire snickered.

“Her boyfriend’s an asshole, I don’t know why she’s with him.” I respond.

“Oh, you’re one to talk. You’re the one who screws-“ She started, but cut herself off when she realized she was going too far. A look of panic crosses my face, and Jody looks at me quizzically. Thankfully, she doesn’t push it any further.

“Hey, Y/N, I was going to tell you earlier but I forgot. Dean called me earlier, said they need extra help on a hunting trip.  Asked if you wanted to go along.”

“What? Of course I want to!” I practically yelled.

“I figured. They’ll be here tomorrow morning. After dinner, go pack.”  

“That’s so not fair!” Claire whined. “They never invite me to go hunting with them.”

“I’m older than you, and quite frankly, a better hunter. So, quit.” I say, trying to stop the conversation before it happened. She has no filter.

I finish my dinner quickly, and excuse myself to my room to pack, only thinking about Dean. There had always been chemistry between the two of us, but he didn’t ever act on it until about a year ago. There was a case in the next town over, so Sam and Dean stayed at our house. One night, we were drinking a little, one thing led to another and we slept together.

We both felt extremely guilty about it. Not only was I only 20 years old, meaning he’s almost double my age, but because I’m his best friend’s daughter. Castiel cared about me and treated me like a daughter to the best of his ability, and if he found out that Dean had just screwed his daughter silly… I didn’t even want to think about it.

For a while, we avoided each other. When we did see each other after that, we never talked about that night. It was strictly business, or him asking how I have been. But I could see the way he looked at me. I could feel his staring at me when he doesn’t think I notice. I see the way he always seems to want to tell me something, but never does.

Claire noticed, too. “What’s going on between you and Dean? He’s looks at you like a man looks at his fiancé on their wedding day.” She finally asked one day, as we were sitting in her room together watching TV.

I made the mistake of hesitating to answer. She threatened to tell Jody, or worse, Castiel, if I didn’t tell her what happened. She promised not to tell anybody, but oh man, did she hold that over my head anytime she wanted something.

The second time we did it, it was in his impala. Castiel had called me, asking if I could accompany him in a hunt. I obliged, thinking it would only be us two. I showed up and got the surprise of my life when I saw the boys there, too. I don’t remember exactly how we ended up together in the car, but there had been so much sexual tension between us, going unspoken. We just started ripping each other’s clothes off, and had some really great sex in the backseat.

Ever since then, Dean and I had been finding every excuse to be together. The hard part was keeping it a secret and making sure no one was suspicious.

I finish packing, excited to see him tomorrow. I shouldn’t be this excited. He doesn’t want a relationship, I know that. I know it’s strictly sex. But a part of me wants more. I want to be able to call Dean my boyfriend, to able to not sneak around with him. I want to be able to tell him how much I love him, to feel happy with him. To have that “apple pie life.” But I know he couldn’t give me that even if he wanted to. His life was too fucked up for that. He was too fucked up for that.

I sigh, climbing into bed, and try to shut out my feelings.

-

“Rise and shine, Y/N.” I hear a man’s voicing saying from the doorway, a voice I immediately recognize. I groan, pulling the covers over my face.

“God, Dean, what time is it?” I croak out.

“Early. We gotta get out of here now if we want to be there by tonight.” He says, pulling the covers off my bed. I glare at him, looking at the clock on my nightstand.

“It’s four a.m. I want sleep.”

“Sleep in the car. You already know its comfortable back there.” He smirks, making me throw a pillow at him.

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

I hurriedly get myself somewhat presentable, brushing my hair and teeth, and changing into regular clothes before grabbing my backpack and walking out the door. I walk past Claire’s room on the way, stopping and hugging her before I leave. I do this every time I leave for a hunt. I never know what could happen, and regardless of how annoyed she gets me, I love her.

I get to the impala, and notice that Sam isn’t there. I look at Dean, confused, but get into the passenger side of the car.

“Where’s Sam?”

“He’s meeting us there.” Dean replies, pulling out of the driveway and taking off. I felt my phone buzz, and see a text from Claire.

‘Should I start sucking Sam’s dick so I can get invited on hunts, too?’

I ignore the text, shutting it off and putting it in my bag. I don’t get to see Dean often- I’m not letting her ruin it.

The road trip was quiet and uneventful. I slept almost the entire time, and when I wasn’t sleeping, I was reading, which made Dean laugh.

“Maybe you should be with Sammy instead, you nerd.” He would joke. Every few minutes, he would look over at me and smile, not thinking that I could see him.

Before I knew it, it was already almost ten at night and we still had another three hours left of driving. I thought that Dean would just keep driving it, seeing that it was only three hours and he did this for a living, but after a few minutes he pulls into some sketchy looking motel.

“Motel, huh?” I tease.

“Shut up,” He laughs. He goes inside to get a room key while I start getting stuff out of the impala. I giggle slightly when I see that he still has my socks sitting in the floor board of his car. When we had sex in his car that one time, I accidentally left my socks after I left. He tried to return them to me, but I told him to keep them as a good luck charm, completely joking. But he never got rid of them.

It’s something stupid to be all giggly about.

“Room six.” Dean comes up to me, helping grab stuff. I lay down on the bed, enjoying the feeling of comfort after a long day of being cooped up in a car.

“You comfortable?” He looks at me, smiling.

“I am, but I need a shower. I’m just trying to gather the energy to get up and walk there.” I groan, not wanting to have to get up. Dean chuckled, and walked over to the bed, picking me up like I was a feather.

“You’re light.” He comments.

“You’re just strong.” I tell him, and he sets me down in front of the bathroom. “You know, I might need help taking my clothes off, too.”

“I’m happy to help.” His eyes sparkle, his face filling with lust. He leans in, slowly kissing me at first. I pick up the pace, opening the door to the bathroom and taking us both in there. Dean slams the door shut, and hurriedly takes my shirt off, not breaking the kiss. His hands roam all over my back, until finally unhooking my bra and taking my breasts into his mouth. I moan at the sensation, leaning against the wall in delight. He stops to take off his clothes, and I begin taking off my jeans and thong.

“Y/N, you’re beautiful. I don’t know how I got you.” Dean says, turning on the shower.

“I could say the same to you, daddy.”

His eyes got darker. He pulls me hungrily into him, kissing me hard and pumping two fingers in and out of my clit, making me moan. We step into the shower, both of us almost gasping at how good the warm water felt.

“What do you want, babygirl?”

“I want you to fuck me, daddy. Fuck me hard.” I beg. He enters me slowly from behind before going at it hard and fast.

“Fuck, Y/N” Dean hisses, hearing me moan like that was driving him over the edge. I knew he had a slight daddy kink, but not like this.

“Oh, yes, daddy, I’m close.” I barely get out, panting. He speeds up, his breath ragged at well.

“Y/N?” I hear a voice outside of shower. I jumped away from Dean.

“Hello?” The same voice says again.

Oh. My. God.

My face drops as I recognize the voice. I poke my head out of the shower just to make sure.

“Uh, hi, Castiel.” I say guilty, hiding my body behind the curtain. Dean stays silent.

“I heard you calling out for your dad. Are you ok?”

“I’m, uh, I’m fine. Sorry. You can leave now.” I choke out. I don’t think he knows Dean is in here.

“Are you sure? I can stay-“

“Castiel, I am in the shower. Please leave.” I rush him. He looks at me oddly, but eventually poofs out of the room.

“Shit, that was close.” I let out a breath.

“I can’t believe he actually did that, oh my GOD. That’s hilarious.” Dean is cracking up.

“You wouldn’t be laughing so hard if he had actually caught us.” I shot at him.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. But he didn’t, that’s all that matters.” He pulls me towards him, kissing me. 

“So, should we continue? This is our only night alone together, you know.” Dean makes a good point. 

“Definitely.” 

[holylulusworld]

Two lost Souls

Summary: Being a Styne was never easy for you as you refused to let them ‘enhance’ your body. Locked away in the basement you fear they want to kill you when the door finally opens but not a Styne is entering the cold room.

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Styne!Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel

Warnings: angst, MoC!Dean, mentions of violence, characters death (implied), blood, seeking shelter, comforting, fluff

Screams. All you hear are screams followed by gunshots and the sick noise of a man whining to beg someone to shelter his life.

Whatever is going on upstairs you are sure this will be the last moments of your life. Praying to whoever is up there you admit all your sins, waiting for the unavoidable end of your life.

The door bursts open after what feels like hours and the silence in the huge Mansion scares your more than the screams of your family members.

You can hear heavy footsteps coming closer so you curl into a ball, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

The man who killed your whole clan stops in front of you, aiming his gun at you for a moment but then he sees the shackles around your ankles and he secures his gun, just staring at you for a moment.

Clothes bloody, face plastered with red dots and his hands crimson, covered in the blood of your relatives he searches your face.

“Why are you down here?” The man asks as you meet his piercing green eyes. When you do not answer he steps closer and you flinch away. “I asked you a question.”

“I…” Sniffling you show him the tattoo at your sore wrist. “I refused to follow their orders, refused to let them ‘enhance’ me. I didn’t want to kill someone to live longer. That’s…” Shuddering you look at your dirty feet.

“Disgusting?” The man offers and you nod, gasping for air as he gets closer again. Your body starts trembling as he picks the lock to open the restraints at your ankles and wrists. “How long…?”

While you look at the mark at his arm he checks on your sore wrists, gently stroking the broken skin with his thumb. This man, this killer covered in the blood of your family is carefully picking you up as you lean your head against his shoulder, silently crying.

“Two years.”

“I’ll bring you away from here…” The man is carrying you out of the basement and you hide your face into his chest, trusting him more than any of your family members. “Why did you refuse to let them enhance you?”

“I lived in peace, far away from the Styne’s till my mom got sick and she called them. We were hiding for my whole life and she always told me to stay away from them.” The man holds you tighter as you look around the Mansion to see Eldon lie on the floor, dead, just like Jacob and you take a deep breath, shuddering.

“What’s your name, mine is Dean…” He says and you look up at him to wipe away of few red dots with your dirty sleeve. “Y/N…”

“Tell me what happened…”

Walking down the hallway Dean tightens the grip on you as you start talking about what happened to your mom. “They came after she called. My mom…” Sighing you look at another dead family member lying on the floor. “…she thought they would help her, instead Eldon slit her throat open right in front of me while Jacob forced me to watch.”

“Son of a bitch.” Dean is cursing as he steps out of the Mansion with you in his arms, not believing they would do such a thing to their own family.

“I wanted to run away but Eldon tossed me into the trunk of their car. That was almost three years ago.” Leaning your head against Dean’s shoulder you keep on talking. “At first they acted nice around me. I’m their cousin third grade so…” Shuddering you fist Dean’s shirt. “Eldon wanted me…but only enhanced. I refused and Jacob brought me to the basement…you know the rest.”

“For over two years you were down there?” Dean opens the door to the backseat of his car, carefully placing you onto the seat before he walks toward his trunk to get a blanket.

“They thought I would break…” Watching Dean covering you with the blanket you wipe away a few tears. “I knew the moment I break they would win so I refused.”

“You hungry? Thirsty?” Dean is gently cupping your cheek, checking on your dirty face.

“I haven’t eaten for a day or two. They toss something down the stairs along with a few bottles of water. I had a bowl to…pee…” Cursing Dean plants a soft kiss to your forehead and you lean into his touch, seeking his comfort after over two years of isolation.

“I’ll bring you to my home and you can have a shower, food and a bed. I’ll protect you from now on, Y/N. No one will ever hurt you again.” Calm for the first time in weeks Dean caresses your cheek, looking you all over for injuries.

“Thank you…”

----

Silently driving back to the bunker Dean prays Sam won’t be too angry as he left without saying a word to kill the Styne’s to avenge Charlie’s death.

Now and then he glances at you in the rear-view mirror, not believing your family was able to do such a thing to you.

While Dean pushes his car to its limit you fall into a deep slumber, sleeping peacefully for the first time in over two years as only tiny whimpers leave your lips.

----

“Dean? Dean, what happened? Why are you blood-soaked and who is this girl?” Sam is running after his brother as Dean refuses to let Sam touch you.

“I killed them all, Sammy. I’m sorry…I couldn’t stop…but then…” You start stirring in his arms and he smiles down at your vulnerable form. “They kept her in the basement, Sam. Two fucking years bound to the cold ground with shackles as she refused to be one of these monsters. We need to help her, Sammy. Castiel needs to heal her wrists…look how sore her ankles are…”

Sam can’t believe Dean killed a whole family but saved you even knowing you are a Styne too. While Dean walks toward the showers with you in his arms Sam calls Castiel to come to the bunker.

For weeks Dean was on the edge, ready to explode but with you, in his arms, he seemed calm and relaxed for the first time.

----

“Castiel healed her. Can we talk Dean?” Sam glances at his brother gently covering you with a warm blanket as you snuggle into his pillow. His hand carefully brushes your hair out of your face, and you give him a shy smile.

“Later, Sammy. I need to make her some food. Y/N hasn’t eaten in two days and I can’t leave her alone. I must protect her, Sam. She needs me.” There’s something in his brother’s eyes giving Sam hope. Warmth he hasn’t seen in months.

“Okay. Cas took care of the chaos you left in the Mansion. I did some research and can tell Y/N told the truth about her mom and the Styne’s.” Sam watches his brother sitting on the bed to rub your back as you look up at him with sad eyes.

“I’ll take care of you, Y/N. Promised.”

Silently walking out of Dean’s room Sam looks worriedly at Castiel. “I think she’s good for your brother, Sam. Somehow the mark is calm when he takes care of this poor girl. They give each other shelter.”

“What if he loses control and hurts the girl, Cas? She went through enough for over three years and I don’t think she can bear much more pain.” Sam glances at Dean’s room, watching his brother lying on the bed to let you curl into his side he sighs heavily.

He can see how you move closer to Dean, fisting his shirt to tell him more about the last two years as Dean gently rubs your back, letting you cry into his chest.

“Maybe you are right, Cas. Dean was lost when he left but now he seems calm as he found a reason to keep on going. Still, we need to remove the mark as soon as possible.” Castiel is watching you hiding your face into Dean’s chest as he hums a song for you to make you fall asleep once again.

“We are close to removing it, Dean. Rowena used the code Charlie sent you and is ready to remove it. Give us a few more days, meanwhile, Dean can take care of Y/N and help her find a way back into normal life.” Reluctantly Sam closes the door to Dean’s room, giving you and his brother privacy as you hold tight onto Dean.

“Your friend is an angel and you are a hunter. Then you hunted monster when you killed my family.” Whispering you rest your head onto Dean’s chest as he holds you in his arms, telling you about the mark and what Eldon did to Charlie.

Closing your eyes, you realize not only you were lost before Dean found you, he was lost too. Maybe, just maybe you can find a way back into normal life when you seek shelter into each other…

Read the Sequel here: Shelter for broken souls

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[holylulusworld]

Don’t be afraid

Request: Can you write one platonic J2 x reader where reader is a teenage actress on SPN since 7-8 years, almost like a family. She is having a bad day from the mornig so she is grumpy. She insists on doing all the stunts by herself bc she is angry. She hurts herself a lot while doing & both Jensen and Jared gets angry. Later when doctor comes with needles, plaster she is afraid bc she is afraid of doctors and allergic to anesthesia. So J2 helps her, hold her.

Pairing: J2 x Reader (platonic), OFC’s, Misha Collins, Alexander Calvert

Warnings: angst, injured reader/grumpy reader, mentions of a break-up, teenage drama 😉, fluff, comforting, arguments, language

Walking over to your position you stomp your feet. Hating you had to get here earlier and waste time doing your filming instead of yelling at your best friend you grimace as Jensen as he tries to make one of his jokes.

“Can we just get over with the scene, Jensen? I’m not in the mood.” Dumbfounded Jared looks at his friend and then his eyes land on you. Pouting, eyes narrowed you cross your arms over your chest.

“What happened, princess? Yesterday you were happy your boyfriend and best friend will come to the set and today you are grumpy as hell.” Jared tries to make you talk to him but you shake your head.

“I want to film the scene and nothing else, Jared. I got a terrible headache, okay. I only want to get back home and forget the last week.” Not giving away what happened yesterday you walk toward your position.

“Y/N, the stunt double will do this scene. Get over there and wait for Stacy.” The director tries but you shake your head.

“I can do this. No problem at all, Richard. I will spin around and land on the mat. I’ve got this…”

Ten minutes later you missed the mat and landed on your ass. It hurts like hell; you are sure there will be bruises but you will be damned to admit the director was right.

“Fuck! Y/N, we told you to not do the stunt! Next time listen to us!” Jared slowly loses his patience as you fell to the ground more than once, hissing in pain.

“Jared is right, stop doing your stunts and let Stacy take over.” Jensen nods at his friend, pointing at you sit on the ground.

“I know what I’m doing…”

“Obviously, not. Let’s have a short break…” Jensen walks away, angrily clenching his jaw.

----

“Okay, next is you need to act like Castiel punched you and Dean grabs your arm while Sam tries to exorcise the demon inside of you. Stacy will do the punching part and then you will take over.” Jensen explains.

“No.”

“No? Listen, Y/N. I don’t know what’s wrong right now, but you will not do this stunt too. Falling to your ass is one thing, but sometimes accidents happen.” Jensen slings an arm around your shoulders, grinning at Jared.

“I got hit by Jensen once, almost lost two teeth as I wasn’t fast enough, okay. We wanted to do the stunt too, ended up in hospital as Jensen had a broken finger and I was bleeding heavily.” Jared explains, hoping you will give in.

“Dude, I’m not you, old man.” Laughing you fight Jensen’s embrace, walking toward Misha to discuss the scene.

“Is something wrong with Y/N?” Alexander worriedly looks into your direction as you talk to Misha. “She’s different today, barely talked to me.”

“I know, Alex, I know.” Sighing Jensen looks at Misha who silently asks for advice, but Jensen shrugs his shoulder before walking toward his position.

“Are you sure you want to do this stunt? I can jump in anytime, Y/N.” Stacy hopes you will give in but stubborn as you are you insist on doing the stunt once again.

“Okay, be careful and mind Misha’s fist. You need to be fast and can’t expect he can stop his hand just in time.” Stacy walks off the scene, standing next to Jared a frown on her face. “I don’t think this is a good idea, Jared. Someone should stop her.”

“I know, Stacy, but she’s stubborn and we already tried more than once to stop her. I got no clue what to do. The director said she can try, even while he asked her not to do so.”

“Let’s hope nothing happens only as she’s grumpy today…”

----

“Action!” The director calls out and Jared starts reciting the exorcism. Walking backward, dodging ‘Dean’s’ attack you don’t see Castiel’s fist coming in time. His fist meets your face and you fall back, hitting the ground with full force.

You try to catch your fall with your hands only to feel pain shooting through your left shoulder.

“Owe…” Sniffling you feel Jensen checking on you as Jared calls for the paramedics.

“Shit, Y/N! I told you this is a bad idea.” Looking you over Jared carefully checks on your arm and you cry out. “I don’t know if it’s broken, but we shouldn’t move her arm right now. Misha, can you hand me the first aid kit to press something to her forehead?”

“Here. Kiddo, I’m so sorry. I thought you saw my fist coming. I’m used to Stacy dodging my attacks.” Misha feels guilty as you got hurt due to his mistake.

“What happened?” The doctor asks as two paramedics carefully lie you onto a stretcher.

While Jensen explains what happened the doctor checks on your arm. “Not broken but she will have bruises and I’m afraid your shoulder is dislocated. Was she unconscious or hit her head?”

“I hit her face and she fell backward. She wasn’t unconscious, but her forehead is bleeding, and she landed on her butt a few hours earlier.” Misha explains as the doctor moves his hand to your shoulder.

Hissing in pain you start sniffling again. “We should drive to the hospital to relocate it. You’ll need anesthesia.” The doctor explains and you grasp for Jared’s hand.

“No, no!” Crying you try to scramble away but Jensen kneels next to you, shushing you. “I’m allergic!”

“We know, Y/N. There’s a note in your medical record, okay. We will drive to the hospital with you and make sure you’re not alone…” Jensen keeps on talking as Jared holds your hand.

“I can call your friends…” Misha offers but you shake your head, huffing.

“They won’t come…”

While the paramedics carefully roll the stretcher toward the ambulance Jared and Jensen walk next to you, talking to you to calm your nerves.

“Why won’t they come?” Misha asks and you blink a few tears away.

“I kicked them out, or rather my dad. I was away, you know to refilm the scene with Alex. Dad and I came home late and thought both are asleep or watch a moving. But they were half-naked on my bed, making out.” Sniffling you look up at Jensen. “My boyfriend and my best friend were making out…”

“That’s the reason you were moody?” Jared asks, gently squeezing your hand.

“Hmmm…sorry for that…”

----

“She’s allergic to anesthesia.“ Pointing at your medical record Jensen makes sure the doctor knows about your allergies.

“I know, Mr. Ackles. You need to go out and wait for us to call you back in. I need to relocate her shoulder and maybe stitch her forehead if the wound is too deep.” Needle in his hand the doctor wants to give you pain meds, but you scramble away, shaking.

“No! NO!” Shushing you Jensen sits onto the bed, carefully moving one arm around your waist while Jared holds your hand.

“It’s pain meds, don’t you worry, I checked your medical record twice. We don’t want you to feel pain while I relocate your shoulder and stitch the wound up.” The doctor explains and you nod reluctantly.

----

The doctor relocated your shoulder, stitched your forehead up but Jensen and Jared didn’t leave your side. While Jared held your hand Jensen sat next to you, rubbing your back.

Misha and Alex had to wait outside the room, nervous as hell as no one wanted to tell them if you are okay.

Sling around your shoulder, a bandaid covering your stitches Jensen and Jared lead you out of the room. Jared has one arm slung around your frame, carefully not to touch your injured shoulder, while Jensen praises you for being brave.

“How is she?” Misha gasps and you give him a thumb up.

“You’ve got a deadly right hook, Mish.” Laughing you give him a wink. “Next time I’ll let Stacy do the stunts. I’m sorry for worrying all of you.”

“Sweetheart, we are glad you are alright. Now let the old man drive you home and we have a pizza and ice cream festival.” Jensen states as he smirks at Misha. “Deadly right hook…huh?”

Laughing all of you walk toward the exit of the hospital. Even tho, you’ve got injured it turned into a great day with your colleagues.

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[holylulusworld]

The Italian touch – Part 10

Request: Could you write a dean x reader virgin series? She's not so skinny, have curves and take place in leviathan period? She's in her twenties and bobby kinda adopted her she's not American but Italian and alone in the world? Please

Pairing: Dean x Reader, Sam, Charlie Bradbury

Warnings: language, angst, fluff

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Previously...

While you tried to get in touch with your ‘ghost dad’ Sam and Dean discovered Frank disappeared, which means he got killed while trying to help you bring Dick Roman down.

You had a little reunion with Bobby after discovering he is bound to his flask. Means Dean was pissed, you cried a lot and your father, well he was grumpy but happy to talk to you again.

Meanwhile, an e-mail arrived Sam’s account, telling you someone stole Frank’s hard drive inheriting all information about Sam, Dean and you.

Now...

This is how you ended up in Frank’s van in front of Richard Roman Enterprises to infiltrate the headquarters of your archenemy with the help of an innocent girl not knowing about the evil in the world.

“Anything yet, Sam? Did she enter the building?” You ask using the binocular to watch the building. Charlie still stands in front of the door, frozen to the spot. “I don’t like that plan one bit. What if the poor girl gets caught and eaten?”

“Charlie agreed after we told her what’s going on. We lost Frank, our only trump card and they have the hard drive with all the information about us and what we found out so far.” Dean whispers as he nods at Sam who tries to calm Charlie.

“Involving another person is stupid, Dean. Frank is dead as we asked him to investigate Dick’s business. Do you want more blood on your hands?” Snarling the words, you can see Dean flinch as if you hit him. “Sorry…dad’s death is not your fault, it’s that monsters.”

“It is our fault, Y/N. We should’ve stopped Castiel way sooner. Now Bobby is dead, Castiel is useless and on top of all, we lost Frank. We need this girl and the information she can get us.” Dean gently rubs your back, loving you lean into his touch.

While Sam tells Charlie something about Hermione from Harry Potter you focus on watching the poor nervous girl pacing in front of the building. “Dean, we got a problem…dad…”

“What?” Handing Dean the binoculars you sigh.

“The flask, he smuggled it into her pocket, Dean.” Watching Charlie glance at the door Dean curses. 

“Sammy, tell Charlie about the flask and to not lose it. Call it a lucky charm but minus the part of Bobby traveling with her.” Glancing at his brother Sam nods before he tells Charlie about the flask and she takes a drink from it.

----

Charlie finally enters the building, nervously chewing on her lip she walks past a security guard. Still not knowing how she got herself into this kind of horror show she walks toward the elevator.

While Sam presses a button on the laptop so that the footage of the empty elevator will play on a loop you and Dean check the security footage.

Charlie meanwhile tries to ride the elevator to level 11, still not knowing if she can do this she presses the button, taking deep breaths.

“I’m in. I've always wanted to say that.” Charlie whispers and you laugh at her comment, giving Sam a thumb up.

“Alright, Charlie. Stay cool, move and be careful.” Dean takes over and you continue watching the security footage to make sure you can warn Charlie.

Panting Charlie emerges the elevator, flatten herself behind a wall when she sees a security guard.

“There’s…” Stammering Charlie glances at the guard. “A guard up here. What do I do?”

“Wait till he leaves or something.” Dean deadpans but sadly the guard sits down to read a magazine and Charlie huffs.

“He's not going anywhere. Reads a magazine that lazy guy.”

“Do you know the guy?” Your eyes drift toward Dean, not knowing why he asks Charlie that kind of question right now.

“Probably. What’s that to do with our situation? I don’t think he will let me pass only as he knows me, Dean.” Charlie exhales.

“What you're going to do is to flirt your way past.” Laughing you shake your head at Dean’s suggestion. “Trust me…”

“I can't. He's not my type, Dean. Not at all.” Charlie answers and Dean rolls his eyes.

“Fake it then…” 

“He’s not a girl…”

“Fine, pretend he has boobs and looks like Angelina Jolie or something. Just do it…Guys do this all the time and it works.” Dean smirks as you slap the back of his head. “Not with you, I swear.”

“You better not…” 

“Worse…” Charlie cuts in. “That guy with boobs…” Shuddering Charlie glances at the man, not knowing how to pretend she’s into him.

“Alright, give me this…” Taking over you glare at Dean. “Start with a smile, lick your lips and giggle while you introduce yourself….”

“What?” Eyeing you suspiciously Dean moves closer, poking your side. “When did you do this with a guy?”

“Gosh not me, Dean. There was this popular girl at my high school and I still remember how she drove all guys crazy. Now let me bring Charlie through this, okay.” Dean gives in, grinning as you wiggle your eyebrows.

“Smile, straighten your back and stick your tits out. Imagine it’s someone hot, someone, you want to pin to your bed.” Silently groaning Dean watches you talk to Charlie, not wanting you to stop.

Charlie slowly walks toward the guard, licking her lips she smiles while listening to your advice. The guard approaches her and she almost giggles at your comment…get him, tiger… 

“Throw your hair back, right hand on your hip and slide your fingers over his chest. Admire his muscles even if there are none. Lie and tell him you like strong guys…” Dean gulps as he moves closer to watch you smirk at him.

“Y/N…”

“Ask him out for a drink but make it look like you want him to invite you, guys don’t like too feisty girls. Now lock eyes with him and purse your lips.”

While you guide Charlie through the awkward situation Dean doesn’t take his eyes off you. In theory, you know how to seduce a man, but you never used your knowledge.

“She’s in…” Lost in his thoughts Dean barely recognized Charlie was able to enter Dick Roman’s office thanks to your advice.

“What?”

“Charlie, she made it. That girl is a natural…” Face flushed you look at Dean who leans closer to capture your lips in a soft kiss. “What was that for?”

“For not acting like one of those girls, for being yourself around me.” Now you peck his lips, smiling as Dean appreciates your true self. “I love you the way you are.”

“Guys, we’ve got a problem. Charlie send me something about a delivery for Roman tonight. We should get the package before he does.” Sam disturbs your romantic moment with Dean as he shows you an e-mail.

“Maybe this is finally something we can use against them, Dean. We should try to get it, Sam is right. I can stay here just in case something happens and you two get the package.” Pointing at the e-mail you miss the expression on Dean’s face as he shakes his head at Sam.

“No. You will go with Sam and I’ll stay here. I will not let you run into the building and do anything stupid to save Charlie, Y/N. I will not lose you too.” Dean exclaims, not accepting any argument.

“Dean, Charlie got this. She’s back at her office and told me she needs time to erase all data on the hard drive either way. No one got suspicious, Roman is away. We’ve got time to get whatever Roman wants and bring Charlie out save.” Sam wants to leave right away but you shake your head.

“One of us needs to provide back-up. We let the poor girl walk in there, all alone knowing most of the people in there are Leviathans. I’ll stay at the van and make sure she gets out safely.”

“Damn, I’ve got one stubborn girl. Fine. You and I will get the package. Sammy stays here and calls us if needed. As much as I hate to admit it, but Bobby is with her and he might be useful.” Glancing at Dean you sigh heavily, not wanting to leave Sam alone.

“I don’t like the plan a bit…” Biting your tongue you follow Dean outside. “Don’t you dare to do anything stupid or to die Sam Winchester.” Pointing a finger at your friend you nod before you follow Dean.

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Right Here

Word Count: 1190

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Michael, Jack Kline, Castiel, Maggie, Daughter!Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader; Jack Kline x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: Angst, slight fluff at the end

A/N: Whoa!!! I wrote smthng?!?!

A/N 2: Spoilers for Season 14 episode 10 (A.K.A, the one that aired today, on Jan 17, 2019)

Masterlist

Life hadn’t been good for you so far. Your mother had been murdered when you were a kid, and after that, you lived with your father: Dean Winchester.

You were scared to live with him. You didn’t want to be a burden to him, but when you met him, he said he loved you and was more than willing to take you in. You had always felt insecure, trying to be the perfect daughter for your dad, no matter what. You wanted to make him proud.

You tried doing everything you could, from being the best in school to being the best hunter. You were always hard-working, no matter what. He loved you, and you loved him, but you always felt like you weren’t enough.

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“Dad!”, you yelled at him, trying to get his attention.

“Sorry, but he’s not home right now. Please leave a voicemail.”, Michael laughed, looking at your panicking face.

“(Y/N), stay away from him! Jessica!”, your uncle Sam yelled, trying to call for the reaper.

“Sam, I’m not sure how much longer I can hold them back for!”, Cas, your other uncle, yelled, trying to hold Michael’s army back.

Everything was a state of panic. Literally, everything was going wrong, and you hated it.

Suddenly, you found yourself back at the bunker, with everyone, including Michael, who was still in chains.

“(Y/N), listen. Dean’s not Dean. You can’t trust him. Don’t listen to a thing he says, okay?”, Sam said to you, attempting to calm your nerves, but failing.

“O-Okay.”, you said quietly, nodding your head.

“Good. Cas and I are going to try to fix this. You and Jack watch Michael. And don’t trust a thing he says, okay?”, Sam put his hands on your shoulders, lifting your head up so that you were looking at him.

You just nodded, finding yourself unable to speak.

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“So, they left two kids to watch me? How stupid of them indeed.”, Michael laughed.

“Just ignore him, (Y/N).”, Jack said, trying to comfort you, as you two turned your backs to him.

“Aww, don’t you think (Y/N), wants to know the truth about things? What her ‘father’ really thinks of her?”, Michael tormented.

You turned to him.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”, you said angrily.

“Oh, but I do. I thought you would want to know how he thinks you’re a burden. A mistake.”, Michael replied.

“You’re lying, my dad loves me, not that you’d know anything about love.” you spat, trying to convince yourself more.

“He thinks it all the time. You’re just a mistake that resulted from a one-night stand. Dean didn’t care about your mom, and he doesn’t care about you.”

“Just shut up.”, you spat, eyes getting watery.

“Why? You know I’m right.”, Michael grinned.

“I said shut up!”, you slammed your fists onto the table, eyes noticeably red and watery.

“(Y/N), it’s okay. Just ignore him. It’s not true.”, Jack said.

“Look at that! Now, even Jack needs to take care of you. You couldn’t just let yourself be alone. You always need someone watching you. A needy child.”

You couldn’t say anything. You didn’t want Michael the satisfaction of breaking you.

Instead, you pushed past him and Jack, running to your room. You quickly locked your door and muffled your face in a pillow, so you could cry.

You didn’t want them to see you like this. You didn’t want to see a bratty and broken kid. Who was so desperate, needing to cry for attention.

Does Dad really think this? Does he hate me? Maybe I would be better off dead, away from Dad., all these thoughts came into your mind, making you cry more.

“(Y/N), please open the door!”, you heard Jack yell.

“D-Don’t worry about me! I’m fine, just focus on Michael!”, you yelled back, trying to cover the shakiness in your voice, and failing.

“(Y/N), please let me in. Listen, Michael doesn’t know what he’s saying. Dean loves you! You’re his daughter! He loves you more than anything in the world. Please, let me in (Y/N)!”, Jack yelled again.

“J-Jack, I’m just his burden.”, you cried, slowly opening the door.

“No, you’re not (Y/N).”, Jack said, pulling you into an embrace.

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“Maggie!?”, you exclaimed.

“They’re right behind us, Michael’s army. We need to be ready to fight.”, she said to you and Jack.

You both grabbed a weapon, ready to fight.

“You shouldn’t have let Tiger go off in the woods alone.”, he smirked, eyes glowing blue, then green.

“Get ready!”, Maggie yelled.

You heard the door break, maybe 20-30 monsters run in.

You felt fear but held it in. You had 3 or 4 on you. You ducked and sliced off all their heads in one swing.

“There’s too many!”, you heard someone yell, not paying attention.

“No!”, you heard Jack yell, before seeing all the monsters turn to dust. (“Mr.Stark, I don’t wanna go.”)

You looked around shocked.

“J-Jack, what did you do?”, you questioned.

He looked at you, before almost falling. You ran to him and caught him.

“Jack, you’re hurt.”, you whispered, looking at him, upset.

“Don’t. I’ll be fine. Just stay here. Sam and Cas’ll probably wake up soon.”, Jack quickly said before walking off.

You were about to go after him, but, as if on cue, Sam woke up.

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After everything had happened, you retreated to your room, not wanting to face your dad.

“(Y/N)? Can I come on babygirl? I want to talk to you.”, you heard your dad call.

“I’m fine, Dad. I just don’t want to talk right now.”, you said laying on your bed, trying to clear your head.

Regardless of what you said, Dean came in anyway.

“Dad.”, you sat up.

“Look, I don’t know what Michael told you, but remember, I love you. So much. Okay?”, Dean asked.

“I don’t see why.”, you said, looking down.

Dean sat next to you.

“What do you mean?”, Dean asked, putting his arm around your shoulder.

“I don’t see why you love me. I’m just a burden to you. A mistake from a one-night stand.”, you said, as your voice started breaking.

“Is that what you think? Let me tell you something. When you first told me that you were my daughter, I was shocked. I was also angry. I was mad that your mom hadn’t told me about you. But, I was mostly scared. I mean, I could barely take care of your Uncle Sammy, so how could I take care of a 12-year-old? But then, I got to know you. You’re smart, beautiful, incredibly talented, and most importantly, the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I love you, (Y/N). So much.”, Dean explained to you.

“I love you too, Daddy. A-And I-I was s-so scared. I thought t-that Michael killed y-you! I already lost Mom, I don’t want to lose you too!”, you cried, laying in his lap.

“Shhh, don’t worry now, baby girl. I’m here. Don’t worry. I’m right here. No matter what.”, Dean cooed, stroking your hair.

“It’s okay. I’m right here.”

(Posted at 11:17 PM on January 17, 2018)