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zepskies · 9 months

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Hi, how are you?

I was wondering if you could write something like "Dean reads you wrong" but with Sam Please

Hey, lovely!

I'm doing well, thank you. 💜 I hope you are too! Hmm, I'm still working through my current bank of requests, but since "Dean reads you wrong" is so fresh, it got me thinking about how Sam would go about this...

Pairing: Sam Winchester x F. Reader

Summary: It's hard for Sam to admit he wants you...when he thinks you might want his brother.

Song Inspo: "If You're Gone" by Matchbox Twenty

Word Count: 1,600 Tags/Warnings: Fluff, angst, fear of unrequited love, mutual pining

Imagine: Sam reads you wrong.

When Sam falls for someone, he's...well, what he would call self-aware.

But also cautious.

He knows his own track record with women. He knows the life he leads, and has resigned himself to giving up most kinds of normalcy or domesticity.

And maybe, a part deep in the back of his brain has given up on the idea of love.

That's why it's so damn confounding...how you've managed to take him by surprise.

He's always been able to rely on you. Whether it's sharing the brunt of the research with him when Dean loses focus, or staying up with Sam on late nights, sharing mugs of tea and quiet conversation, bonding over familiar tastes in books, and '90s grunge music, of all things.

You also confessed to him, late one night, that you have a growing collection of mugs, fuzzy socks, and vinyl records, despite the fact that your record player has collected more dust than the bunker's old storage room.

You're wonderfully weird.

And you're unfailingly loyal to who you consider "your people." And Sam thinks (knows) he's fortunate enough to be included in that small circle.

Sam also knows, deep in his gut, no matter how much he tries to "rationalize" it away, that you're special. And special to him.

You've managed to do more than just slip under his skin. When he thinks too hard on it, he can admit it (just to himself). You've infiltrated all four corners of his heart so deeply, he doesn't have a prayer of scooping you out.

Some days, it's all he can do not to reach out while you're chatting away, filling the silence.

He can picture it like a scene in his mind: of interrupting your mouth with a gentle hand on your cheek, tilting your face up to his and showing you, with or without words, that he wants you...

And yet.

He can't help but watch how you are with Dean.

You two tease each other, bicker and gripe over coffee grinds left in the coffee pot and who ate the last of the leftovers. You fight with Dean over the remote on movie night (once, damn near smothering him with a pillow).

But you also dote on him, making sure Dean has one of his favorite desserts every time you go out to buy groceries. You swap his beer out for water when he's not looking. (And though Dean frowns and grumbles, he doesn't argue with your raised brow and imploring look.)

It's not quite flirting, but it's not quite platonic either—at least in Sam's eyes. You and Dean seem to have something.

And sometimes, your playful banter with his brother makes Sam sick to his stomach.

Like today, when Sam’s sitting at the kitchen table reading while you're making a cup of tea. The silence between you two is amiable, like usual.

Sam steals a glance at you and has to smile.

"Going with purple polka dots today?" he asks.

You look over with knitted brows of confusion, until you follow his gaze. You laugh sheepishly and wiggle your toes through your fuzzy socks.

"The floor is cold as hell," you defend yourself.

Sam's smile deepens a fraction as he turns back to his book.

"They're cute," he adds.

You turn your face to hide your blush. The mild thunder of heavy boots announces Dean's presence as he pops into the kitchen.

"Oh good, you're cooking. What's for dinner?" he asks. You turn to give him a familiar narrowed look.

"Who says I'm cooking?" you counter.

"Well, you're doing something on the stove..." Dean peers over and catches a whiff of the concoction you're brewing. He grimaces. "Second thought, I'm good. That smells like ass, whatever it is."

You roll your eyes at him. "It's just green tea, Dean. You know, health?"

He levels a deadpan expression at you as he opens up the pantry.

"I see your 'health' and I raise you...Doritos," he says. He digs his hand into the bag he's just pilfered and crunches a mouthful in your face. You can't help but splutter a laugh and push Dean away.

"You're ridiculous. If you catch a heart attack at 50, don't come crying to me."

"Hey, at least I'll die happy."

"Oh, right. A silver lining there. I'd hate to see what your arteries look like," you tease.

"Has anyone told you that you're unsavory?" Dean asks, continuing to crunch with an open mouth.

You smirk. "Is that your way of calling me sweet?"

He snorts. "Sure, sweetheart. We'll call it that."

"You know, I'm not your sweetheart," you point out.

Dean discreetly glances his brother's way with a sly glint in his eyes. Sam doesn't see it; by now he's trying his damndest to keep his eyes in his book and ignore the way his stomach is clenching, chest tightening.

Dean shifts his attention back at you and reaches down to brush your chin with his thumb.

"Not yet, but you could be," he says, in a flirtatious edge that he's never quite taken with you.

You're wide-eyed for a moment. In the end, though, you choose to take it as teasing. You push his hand away and give him an annoyed look.

"God, you're such a clown. Order a pizza if you're that hungry," you rejoin, and you pour two mugs of freshly brewed tea. "I won't even bother offering you one."

"Nope," Dean says, popping the "p." He walks out of the kitchen, giving Sam a firm slap on the back. Sam coughs and shoots his brother a frown.

Dean has the gall to wink at him before he walks out. Like he's having his own little private joke.

Well, Sam isn't laughing. He stares down hard at his book. He tries to ignore everything he just heard and saw out of the corner of his eye.

It becomes too much. He takes up his book and heads out of the kitchen.

He just doesn't see the way you frown as he walks away. There you stand, left holding two mugs of tea for you and him.

Sam returns to his room for a while. He's not hiding. He's...reading.

There's a knock at his door, and if it's Dean, he swears he's going to open his mouth and tell his brother to leave him the hell alone, like he's some kind of moody teen.

But it's you.

"Hey," you greet, after the door creaks open. Sam softens.

"Hey," he says, clearing his throat. "What's up?"

"You," you reply. You bring him his hot mug of tea and set it down on the desk where he sits.

"Thanks," he says.

You nod and place your mug beside his (Lord of the Rings themed, of course), and cross your arms as you lean against his desk.

Sam turns toward you in his chair. His hands rest on his thighs. His gaze travels back up to your face as he tries to keep his neutral, but welcoming to whatever you want to ask him. (He buries his heart deep, as he instinctively does whenever you're near him.)

"You okay?" you ask. Your brows furrow the longer you gaze down at him. Just staring, like you know he's hiding something. Like you can see straight into him, into the shadows where he keeps most of his thoughts of you.

This is perhaps the only area of his life where he's a coward.

"Yeah, I'm good," Sam replies, in a tone that suggests, Why wouldn't I be?

You quirk a smile. "Why don't I believe you?"

Sam swallows. For once, he's not sure what to say to you.

"You know you can talk to me, right?" you say softly. You take a subtle step into his orbit, almost between his open legs. Your demeanor says that you'd gladly listen, do whatever he asked of you. Because you're just that kind.

Sam's mouth twitches upward. "I know. I'm fine, really."

"You're fine, or you're Winchester fine?" you raise a brow.

Sam chuckles then, showing a flash of his smile. It lightens you.

"Maybe a bit of the second one," he admits.

You smile and inch closer, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah? Tell me," you say. Your voice is soft, but not quite a whisper.

It leads Sam to sigh. He grasps your hand where it lies on his shoulder. For a moment, he debates internally. He realizes then that Dean's antics earlier might've been more than just teasing. Maybe it was a subtle nudge—to stop wasting time.

Damn it, just do something, Sam thinks.

When you squeeze his hand back, it's just the small push he needs. He glances up at you.

Then he takes your hand and holds it between both of his, with care. He tugs you forward, surprising you as you step forward between his legs. Your mouth parts in soft surprise when he reaches a hand up to your cheek.

You still look surprised, blushing up to your ears, but you're not pulling away. In fact, your widened gaze moves from his eyes to his lips.

Sam smiles. He tugs you down to him and enacts a living daydream, finally kissing you with everything he has. Everything he’s had locked inside.

You respond to his mouth in kind; the subtle gasp of breath against his lips sharply cuts off as you sink into his kiss. Your trembling hand comes to his cheek, grazing the dull prickle of stubble. When your fingers dive into his hair next, it’s his turn to take a deep breath.

With each new kiss, he explores more of you. His hands find your waist, and he gathers you against his chest. You find purchase on his strong shoulders and give into the opportunity to straddle his hips, sitting in his lap while he continues to make your heartbeat wild in your chest.

Sam slows the kiss, only because his brain is starting to catch up with his heart. He wants to see your face, to make sure this is what you want.

He finds that and more when he looks up at you.

He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, tenderly brushing his thumb against your cheek.

"Does that answer your question?" he asks, with a soft laugh. You join him and press your forehead against his.

"I don't know,” you tease. Your eyes are dancing, both with amusement and relief. Because your heart has wanted this for even longer than Sam's.

You lean back in to whisper close to his lips. “Maybe I need a little more clarity."

Sam takes you at your word.

AN: It's been a long time since I've written for Sam! 💜 I got in another request for him a while ago. I may dust that one off soon... Until then, let me know what you think of this!

(And don't worry. I didn't forget about the Soldier Boy imagine I promised. That will come out at the end of this week, most likely!)

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thebiggerbear · 9 months

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"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that." - Dean Winchester Prompt Response

Summary: You and Dean refuse to speak to one another after an argument and Sam has finally had enough.

A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting (#941). I loved writing this but I always love it when it comes to Dean. 😊 And of course, I couldn't resist when it came to Sam in the end. Brothers, gotta love 'em. ;)

Thank you to my beta @rieleatiel for her services. You rock, girl!

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader; Dean Winchester x Female!Huntress!Reader

Warnings: mentions of implied sex

Word Count: 1449

Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187

Dean Taglist: @heartlessdelusions; @nancymcl; @brightlilith

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"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

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Dean snuck a glance at you only to quickly look away when you looked up from your lore book. In return, you snuck a peek at him but pretended you were looking at something else when he lifted his head from one of the hunter’s journals he’d found in storage.

Sam had watched this infuriating dance happen at least twelve times by now and it was getting on his last nerve. At first, he thought it was hopeful. Then heartbreaking. Now it was just damn aggravating, more so because he knew his older brother was being his usual stubborn self. All he needed to do was come out and apologize already, and Dean knew that yet still refused to budge an inch.

You and Dean had gotten into an argument during the last hunt. He’d been upset that you had taken on three vamps by yourself—something you had done back in your high school days, along with killing other creepy things that slithered out of the dark. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, which you had proven multiple times, and you knew when to ask for help. Dean didn’t want to hear it, claiming you could have been killed had he and Sam not been close by. You both dug in your heels no matter what Sam said, and you two were still at an impasse, giving each other the silent treatment. Still, that didn’t stop the longing glances Dean gave you when you weren’t looking, or the sad looks you gave him when he was none the wiser. It was driving Sam nuts. He had never met two people who were so stubborn—aside from his parents, of course—and now that he thought about it, stubborn or not, you and Dean were well-suited for one another.

“You know,” Sam broke the silence. “At some point, you two are going to have to talk to each other again.”

Dean shot him a surreptitious glare. You had no problem offering a withering glare of your own.

“Look,” Sam continued. “Y/N is right, she can take care of herself and if she needs our help, she’ll say something.” At your triumphant smile, Dean’s gaze darkened.

“No one asked you to butt in, Sammy,” he warned.

Sam nearly rolled his eyes. “If I don’t, this won’t get resolved because you both are too hard-headed to make the first move. Y/N,” Your eyes darted over to him. “My idiot brother won’t say it but the reason he got upset is because he’s scared.”

Dean’s free hand clenched into a fist and he gave a subtle shake of his head. Sam ignored him and continued, “He’s scared something is going to happen to you and he won’t be there to stop it. That’s why he freaked out that night. He’s not trying to tell you what to do or be a controlling jerk. He just wants you to be safe, that’s all.”

You bit your lip and turned your attention to Dean, who suddenly seemed very interested in the book in his lap. “Is that true?”

After a moment, he ground out, “Yeah. It’s true.”

You stood up, letting the book in your own lap fall to the ground with a heavy thud, and made your way over to Dean. You ripped the book out of his hands, tossed it to the floor, ignored Sam’s irritation at your carelessness with such old tomes, and crawled into Dean’s lap, his hands instantly coming around you to support you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned down to kiss him. You felt him immediately begin to relax under your touch and only when his lips were completely pliant and moving with yours did you pull back, staring into his green eyes.

“Why couldn’t you just tell me that?”

He slid his hand up your back and to your hair, tenderly rubbing the strands between his fingers. “I don’t know. I just… That vamp had you in a hold and it scared the crap out of me when I couldn’t reach you fast enough. What if he had gotten more of a drop on you? What if—”

You gently placed your fingers against his lips, stopping him from finishing that question. “He didn’t. I killed my first vamp at 12, took out my first nest when I was 16. Hunting’s in my blood just as much as it is yours. I know what I’m doing.” You ran your fingers through his hair reassuringly, scratching at his scalp, and watched him lean into the touch. “But if you want, we can talk about it. We’ll come up with a plan that makes you feel better and works for both of us. Okay?”

He gave you a dopey smile that melted your heart. The magic touch had worked; the tension from before had finally lifted. “Okay, baby. Sounds good to me.”

You kissed him again, this time with a little more passion. “You know what else sounds good?” You murmured to his lips when you both needed a breath.

Those green eyes you loved so much immediately lit with an all-too familiar fire. “Do tell.”

You leaned in and whispered your plan into his ear, making sure Sam wouldn’t overhear. By the time you pulled back, he was grinning like crazy. Clearing his throat, he helped you off of his lap and back onto your feet as you both turned to face Sam, a mischievous smirk fighting its way onto your face. You knew that would get him going.

“Actually, I just remembered I left the…stove on in the kitchen. And Y/N here has to go call Jody to…give her an update on the case and how it’s going.”

Sam gave you both a look; he wasn’t buying it. You turned and gave the same look to Dean. He really hadn’t come up with anything better than that? “I hate you.”

“You have a weird way of showing that,” he teased, subtly rubbing up against you and smirking. This man was so lucky you loved him.

You shook your head and looked away, your cheeks growing hot. The bastard was turning you on even more and he knew it. It’d been almost two weeks, the longest you’d gone without since — well, since meeting him.

Sam was the one to clear his throat this time. “Whatever. Happy you both are talking to one another again. Now, go do what you’re going to do but just not in front of me, please. Okay? And you’re welcome.”

Dean shot Sam a look but he was too happy to care what Sam was intimating about his being the one who settled things between the two of you. He gave his younger brother a wide smile. “If you need us, we’ll be…” He trailed off, gesturing to the hallway that led to the rooms.

“Oh my God,” you muttered in embarrassment as you grabbed his hand and pulled him after you.

“Oh, hey!” Sam yelled. “Keep out of my room this time, Dean. I mean it!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean called back.

You had just turned the corner when Dean immediately had you up against the wall, kissing you passionately and picking you up, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. When you pulled back for air, your brow furrowed in confusion at seeing Dean move past his door. “Dean,” you panted. “Where are you going? You just passed your room.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled.

“Okay, then where are you taking me?”

His smirk was so wicked you knew what the answer was before he said it. “Sammy’s room.”

“Dean, are you kidding me? No!”

“Relax, we won’t be in there long.”

“You know how upset he was last time and he just said—”

Dean came to a stop and kissed the crap out of you, effectively silencing you. You may have been a little dazed when he finally let you get some air. “He’s got the better bed and I want the very best for you, baby.” He then gave you a salacious smirk and leaned in. “Plus I know how much you love that headboard.”

He waggled his eyebrows at you as certain memories replayed in your mind. You were able to hold onto that headboard for a long time, it held you up well, and same for Dean…oh shit. Sorry, Sam.

“What are you waiting for?” You bit out impatiently, slipping your tongue into his mouth and swallowing his chuckle. As he walked you into Sam’s room, shutting and locking the door behind him, you made a mental note to later google the hell out of this headboard and find one for Dean’s bed.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 4 months

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Soul Survivor: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Sam begins the process of curing Dean while you sit back and watch Dean get worse before he gets better. One thing is for sure: you're going to have a lot of fun drowning his soul in pain.

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

Dean's back in the bunker undergoing trials to cure him of being a demon. He's locked up in the dungeon right now and is screaming his head off for someone to let him out. He can keep yelling for someone to come let him out but you're going to continue to ignore him. You're sitting in the library with your feet kicked up on one of the tables. You're reading a magazine you found in your room about whatever celebrity is getting canceled.

"Stupid fucking Kim. Always getting yourself into some shit," you scoff and turn the page.

Sam walks into the library with a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He stops when he sees you and studies your behavior.

"I'm going to go get purified blood and talk to a priest."

"I don't care," you say and continue reading. If looks could kill, then Sam would be burning holes into your head. You groan and set your magazine down to look at him. "What?"

"Sorry, it's just so weird to see you this way."

You shrug and go back to reading.

"Get used to it. This is the new me."

Sam leaves without another word. Now that it's just you and Dean alone in the Bunker, you might as well have some fun with this. You toss your magazine to the side and make your way down to the dungeon. Dean is struggling against the ties when you enter the storage room. Dean stills when he hears the click of your heels on the concrete floor. His eyes turn pitch black knowing it won't scare you. You grab a lone chair and drag it over to him so you can be face-to-face with him.

Dean looks pissed but he isn't going anywhere, not with the demon handcuffs on sitting on a chair in the middle of a devil's trap. He looks like he's ready to kill but you smirk and lean back into your chair.

"Soak it in, princess, because when I get free, I'm going to make your death last twice as long as you've been alive."

You can't help but laugh at his threat. That only pisses him off more but you laugh more.

"I'm sorry," you giggle. "Even your threats are pathetic. It's fitting. Pathetic threats for a pathetic demon."

Dean's hand twitches in anger. Instead of egging you on for another fight, he changes tactics.

"What are you gonna do if I am cured? Hmm? I'll go back to my normal self that loves and cares for you. You know damn well I'll stop at nothing to get you back to who you were before."

You don't say anything because you know he's right. Once Dean is cured, he'll do anything to get his wife back. You like life like this. Life is so much easier when you're not worrying about everything and everyone. Still, you don't let it show that what he says bothers you. Instead, you decide to turn it around and throw it back at him.

"So? You'll be back to normal while I still stay like this. All your pesky emotions will be dialed back on which will make this relationship that much more painful. To know that I don't give a shit about you while your heart still bleeds for me. It's going to be so much fun to watch you crumble to the ground as you watch the love of your life live her life without you."

Sam returns back from the priest and the hospital quicker than you thought. He must not want you to be around Dean for longer than you have to. You slide back from Dean when he enters with blood bags in the duffel bag. He doesn't say anything about the way Dean is glaring at you and the way you're smirking at Dean. Dean focuses his attention on his brother and rolls his eyes when he sees the blood bags.

"Really?"

"For whatever it's worth, I got your blood type."

Sam takes out the blood bags and lays them on the table along with the medical instruments he's going to use to stick Dean.

"Sam, I know you think you're gonna try and fix me, but did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't want to be fixed? Just let me go live my life. I won't bother you. Why do you care?"

"Why do I care?"

Sam grabs some holy water and splashes it onto the ground around Dean and starts chanting in Latin.

"Do you really think I'm just gonna sit here like Crowley? Getting all weepy while you shoot me up? Fuck that. I don't want this!" Dean yells.

"Yeah, I pretty much figured that out," Sam says when he's done chanting.

"You don't even know if this is gonna work, do you? I got a hell of a lot more running through me than just demon juice."

"Mark of Cain, I got it."

"That's right." Sam grabs a syringe and fills it with blood from one of the bags. He walks over to Dean and grabs his forearm to prevent him from struggling too much. "Sammy, you know I hate shots."

"I hate demons." Dean's eyes go black right before Sam splashes him with holy water. Dean yells in pain as his skin sizzles, and Sam shoves the needle into his arm. "Look, we got a whole bunch more of these to go. You could make it a lot easier on yourself."

The blood is already taking some effect on Dean so you and Sam walk out of the dungeon to give him some time alone. You walk through the empty halls a completely different person. This place used to hold so much value to you with so many memories of your kids running up and down the halls with the dogs.

You were going to go back to the library to read but decided to take a detour to Joanna's room. Everything is as she left it. Did she leave or was she forced out? All of her toys are still scattered on the floor since she never liked putting her toys away. Her bed is still messy from the day before she left. You walk in and turn the light on. She insisted on having pink fairy lights instead of real lights even though there is a lamp in the corner.

There are pictures on the wall you and she decorated of your growing family. In one picture, you and Joanna are in the hospital right after she was born. The nurse wasn't freaked out about your magic going haywire and took a picture with your daughter without Dean in it. Dean was standing by the door watching with a smile on his face thinking How did I get so lucky? The second picture is of Joanna in the pool trying to swim without her floaties for the first time. She sunk easily but you were there to catch her before she went fully under. Only your hand can be seen in the frame.

The third picture is of you, Dean, Joanna, and Maryann. This was before you met Noah and invited him into your home. You are sitting between Dean's legs with Joanna sitting between yours and Maryann sitting between her sister's. Dean is leaning to the left to try and get your hair out of his face while Joanna is looking up at you with a goofy smile on her face.

So many memories that mean absolutely nothing to you anymore.

"I don't know where they are," Sam interrupts your trip down memory lane, "but I do know they're safe." You look to the right to see him leaning against the frame of the door. "That's all that matters, right?" You don't answer him and begin walking to the bedroom door to leave. "Do you even care where they are?"

"You want the honest answer?" you ask and meet his eyes.

"Yes."

"They could be rotting in the ground and I wouldn't give a damn."

You push past Sam's shocked face and leave him to drown in the memories. The Mark fucked you up in ways not even you fully understand. When Dean died, something happened to you to make you not feel this way. You're supposed to be crying for your kids. You're supposed to be fighting for Dean to be human again.

You're not supposed to be pushing them away but here you are, pushing them away.

After an hour has passed, you and Sam walk down to the dungeon to give Dean his second dose of the blood cure. Sam doesn't say a word as he fills another syringe and sticks it in Dean's arm. Your husband groans in pain and rolls his head to the side.

"For all you know, you could be killing me."

"Wouldn't that be an interesting change," you smirk and sit down.

"Or you're just messing with me. Either way, the lore doesn't say anything about exceptions to the cure."

"The lore," Dean chuckles. "Hunters. Men of Letters. What a load of shit it all is!" You and Sam are quiet for two different reasons. "Oh, now you got nothing to say?"

"Do you want me to debate you? This isn't even the real you that I'm talking to."

"Oh, it's the real me, alright. The new real me. The me that sees things for what they really are. Winchesters. Do-gooders. Fighting the natural order. Let me tell you something about guys like me. We are the natural order. It's the way it was set up."

"Guys like me still got to do what we can."

"Don't be so full of yourself, Sammy. From where I'm sitting, there ain't much difference from what I turned into to what you already are."

You know exactly what Dean is doing. Sam is falling right into his trap of manipulation. Dean knows that he is going to get turned back into a human at the end of the day, so he's going to try and hurt Sam in as many ways as he possibly can before time's up. Sam is taking the bait he set out so delicately. You cross your arms and smirk but stay silent.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I know what you did when you went looking for me. I know how far you went. Crowley told me all about it. So, let me ask you which one of us is really a monster? Hmm? Starting to come back to you now?"

You might have overheard a conversation between Crowley and Dean about what Sam did but you couldn't care less about it. Something about how Sam was the one who convinced Lester to sell his soul. Sam wanted a crossroads demon knowing they wouldn't come up for a Winchester so he convinced some dumbass to sell his soul. He did it before Sam could get there in time.

"You would have liked to have gotten there before the deal went down but you didn't really care about poor ol' Lester, did you?" Dean continues. "Oh, and just so you know, I killed Lester myself. That wife of his married the tattooed guy."

Sam slams his hands down on the metal table angrily. It's working. Dean is getting under his brother's skin hoping he'd make a mistake and either let him go or fuck up the trial so it would give Dean more time to think of a way out of here.

"I never meant--"

"Who cares what you fucking meant?!" Dean yells. "That line that we thought was so clear between us and the things that we hunted, ain't so clear is it? Wow. You might actually be worse than me!" Dean laughs. "I mean, you took a guy at his lowest, used him, and it cost him his life and soul. Nice work."

Sam grabs another syringe that's already filled with blood and stabs Dean in the neck. He was supposed to wait the hour before doing another dosage so you're not sure if this is going to fuck it up or not. Dean screams in pain while Sam leans over the table with pain and regret written on his face. He catches your eyes and you give him a thumbs up.

"You're doing a great job."

"Shut the fuck up," Sam growls and turns to his brother.

"Let me ask you this, Sammy: If this doesn't work, we both know what you got to do to me, right?" Sam shakes his head and leaves the dungeon without another word. "You got the stomach for that, Sam?!" Dean looks at you who is amused by their petty fight. "What the fuck are you smiling about?"

"Just watching. Observing. He walked right into your trap. I thought he was smarter than that."

"What are you going to do if this doesn't work? I still have power over you. I'll make it so you never see daylight again."

You uncross your arms and stand up before approaching him slowly.

"Let's say it doesn't work and you're a demon forever. There's still something I'll have that you never will."

You grab both armrests and lean down to his level.

"What is that?"

"Respect," you whisper. "You want to know what I'll do if this doesn't work? I'll litter that gorgeous body of yours with devil trap bullets so that when I dismember you, I'll bury you across the state. You'll never be able to smoke out. I might not be a witch anymore, but you're forgetting one thing: I am still a hunter. I know how to make someone disappear. After all, I am the best. No one will ever find you. I'll be up here and live my life, so who's really laughing then?"

If Dean was a cartoon character, smoke would be coming out of his ears at how angry he is. You wink at him and leave him to think about your words alone in the dungeon.

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Created Works Round-Up: December 2023

Duck Prints Press’s monthly “created works round-ups” are our opportunity to spotlight some of the amazing work that people working with us have done that ISN’T linked to their work with Duck Prints Press. We include fanworks, outside publications, and anything else that creators feel like sharing with y’all. Inclusion is voluntary and includes anything that they decided “hey, I want to put this on the created work’s round-up!”

Check out what they’ve shared with us this month…

Songbird in the Demon's Hall by Boomchick / Lucy K.R. / @boomchickfanfiction

fiction || tian guan ci fu/heaven official's blessing || m/m || xie lian/hua cheng || teen & up || no major warnings apply || 14,966 || complete

summary: Xie Lian lives as a prisoner and performer in the mansion of a mortal lord until demon king Hua Cheng arrives and upends the nightmare Xie Lian has only begun to understand.

other tags: Offscreen death and violence, starvation, captivity, food, hurt/comfort, recovery

AO3 - TWITTER

Quality Assurance by D.V. Morse/NursingGeek / @nursinggeek

fiction || the ink that bleeds || f/m || amihan chanthara/lucien allard || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 1,023 || complete

summary: Ami is working on getting some Christmas cookies made for her customers when Lucien arrives. He does always try to be helpful.

AO3

Another Mess to Clean by D.V. Morse/NursingGeek / @nursinggeek

fiction || hermitcraft smp || no ships || teen & up || no major warnings apply || 1,331 || complete

summary: As she worked on the lighting for the path connecting her base to the Deep Frost Citadel, Pearl briefly considered the merits of adding some spruce leaves or even some of the other colors from her landscape, when she heard a familiar sound that made her instantly crouch.

AO3

A Whole New Adventure by D.V. Morse/NursingGeek / @nursinggeek

fiction || supernatural || m/m || castiel/dean winchester || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 766 || complete

summary:

When Dean had agreed that Cas could get Mary a pet for Christmas, he thought he'd been pretty clear. A pet. One. Singular. Having one additional species in the house was going to be challenging enough.

So a cat and a dog, well, kitten and puppy, were a bit more than Dean had bargained for.

AO3

Secret Recipe by D.V. Morse/NursingGeek / @nursinggeek

fiction || secret life smp || platonic or familial || teen & up || no major warnings apply || 973 || complete

summary: Just because their task was to be a Secret Santa didn't mean Cleo needed to bake Christmas cookies. They'd like to roll back time and tell their past self that, because this was turning out to be more trouble than it was worth.

AO3

Erasure Interruptus by D.V. Morse/NursingGeek / @nursinggeek

fiction || doctor who || no ships || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 1,154 || complete

summary: Wiping the data storage from an x-ray machine might not be the weirdest job Melissa had ever had, but this was definitely the weirdest day.

AO3

Collecting the Temporal Toddlers by D.V. Morse/NursingGeek / @nursinggeek

fiction || doctor who || poly (multiple genders) || twelfth doctor/jack harkness/river song || general audiences || no major warnings apply || 1,138 || complete

summary:

River Song could be a lot of things. "Reporter" wasn't her favorite, but with the Doctor missing in 1957, it would have to do.

AO3

Anglerfish by S. J. Ralston / @mindfulwrathwrites

fiction || original work || no ships || mature || graphic depictions of violence, major character death || 13,743 || complete

summary: A deep-space cargo vessel picks up a distress signal 700 light years from anywhere and diverts to investigate.

other tags: Horror, Sci-Fi, panic attacks, suffocation, POV character losing their grip on reality

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reaching for that civil dawn by Shadaras / @shadaras

fiction || original work || platonic or familial, m/m || teen & up || creator choses not to use warnings || 5,391 || complete

summary: When Chun Tao arrived at Luo Manor, Zhang Fei was kneeling on the ground, covered in the ashes of what had once been a rich merchant’s home.

Despite Zhang Fei's murderous reputation, Chun Tao knows him well enough to ask for an explanation instead of attacking indiscriminately—this isn't his usual style. Still, Chun Tao doesn't expect to join Zhang Fei on a revenge quest after hearing what he has to say...

other tags: Wuxia, Reluctant Allies to Co-Parents to Lovers, Aftermath of Violence, Magic Cat

AO3

Hooded Falcon by Shadaras / @shadaras

fiction || dmbj (sha hai) || platonic or familial, shippy gen || wu xie and hei xiazi || teen & up || no major warnings apply || 1,836 || complete

summary: Hei Xiazi tries his best to take care of Wu Xie as long desert days blend together.

other tags: Slice of Life (DMBJ Style), Desert Expedition, Grounding Touch, Introspection, Cartaking

AO3

Perfection by Terra P. Waters / @terrapwaters

fiction || stranger things || f/f, f/m, poly (multiple genders) || jonathan byers/chrissy cunningham/steve harrington/nancy wheeler || mature || no major warnings apply || 18,617 || complete

summary: Chrissy Cunningham is surprised when Jason Carver asks her to the Homecoming dance Junior year. After all, the voice in her head insults her every chance it gets. When Jason starts saying the same things, well, they have to be true, don't they? With help from new friends, Chrissy realizes she doesn't have to put up with Jason's abuse any longer. The thing wearing Jason's body doesn't agree.

other tags: Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Domestic Violence, High School, School Dances, Period-Typical Homophobia, Eating Disorders, Post-Season/Series 01, Bisexuality, Bisexual Female Character, hearing voices/unreality, vomiting, domestic abuse, insults, passing out/losing consciousness, gun violence, internalized homophobia, fatphobia

AO3

HAPPY READING!

#created works round up #creator spotlight

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supernatural s9e14 captives (w. robert berens)

right, back to angel politics -_- and sam breaking dean's heart a little bit

sam's in his pjs, are you allergic to getting comfortable to sleep, dean? at least he doesn't have his boots still on i guess. also i appreciate the ghost assisted bunker tour

DEAN Kevin, I'm sorry. You did not choose this life. You busted your ass, you lost everything, everyone you've loved... And your reward? Getting killed... On my watch. If I... It was on me. It was my fault, and... And there's nothing I can do to make that right. I am so sorry.

KEVIN No, this is not happening. Didn't spend months struggling to break through the veil just to get stuck listening to Dean Winchester having a self-pity session. Didn't hear enough of those when I was alive.

thank you, kevin! made me smile. the power of dean's pity party guilt made kevin so annoyed he powered right through the veil. i was wondering about that, if closing heaven meant no people going in too, thanks for the clarification, show.

SAM You feel that? I think I felt a chill. DEAN Yeah. It's 'cause it's cold.

*rimshot*

DEAN Crowley, it's Dean. Call me when you get this. SAM Really, Dean? DEAN What? SAM That's your third unanswered voicemail. You ever think maybe he's just not that into you?

i thought y'all weren't brothers anymore, sam. no teasing!

show also circling back to mrs tran, which i didn't have a lot of faith they'd do (i mentioned recently i couldn't remember if they'd confirmed if she'd died or not)

SAM So, what, you want to give him a medal? I mean, Crowley's the one who put them in the cells in the first place. DEAN Yeah, I know. I'm just talking it out. You know, working the case. Businesslike.

laughed at the "working the case", then really laughed at businesslike

castiel, are you going to make good decisions today?

from the wiki: Sam: D. Webster? As in like Daniel Webster? Dean: Well, I know a lame Crowley in-joke when I see one. The storage lockers were rented under the name "D. Webster." "The Devil and Daniel Webster" is a 1937 short story by Stephen Vincent Benét. It is a retelling of the story of Faust in which a farmer sells his soul to the devil and is defended by Daniel Webster. The real Daniel Webster was a famous 19th century orator and senator.

dean understands this reference?? that seems.... obscure.

Shortcut to Happiness is a modernized version set in the publishing world, starring Anthony Hopkins as a publisher named Daniel Webster, Alec Baldwin as a best-selling (via the devil) but terrible author named Jabez Stone, and Jennifer Love Hewitt as a female version of the devil. This version was made in 2001, but was halted before completion, before finally being completed and given a limited release in 2007.

maybe this is why he knows of it? he's mentioned jennifer love hewitt several times before 🤪 early seasons deep cut?

1.10 Asylum Dean: Hey, Sam, who do you think is a hotter psychic: Patricia Arquette, Jennifer Love Hewitt, or you? 2.01 In My Time of Dying Dean (to Sam): Give me some ghost whispering or something! 2.16 Roadkill Dean: Sammy's always getting a little J. Love Hewitt when it comes to this.

BARTHOLOMEW But with you by my side -- the new boss and the ultimate rebel working together -- think of the message that would send to would-be dissidents. They'd finally understand that resistance is futile.

LOL the borg catchphrase. concerned castiel is going to make another epically bad decision but they got a friend to torture and kill to remind him

well that was miserable, sam telling mrs tran.

dude looks like young mark ruffalo at this angle / actual mark ruffalo

those are some spiffy lookin dressy boots for his fed getup. i like those

BARTHOLOMEW You weren't. Not then. But since then, you've slaughtered thousands of angels. You killed Malachi's man for his Grace. CASTIEL Who I was, what I did, that's not who I am.

he's making some points. lol bart let's settle this with fisticuffs. this plotline....

both of their outfits are nice

think about when they used to wear these suits...

s1e13 route 666

KEVIN Can you two... Get over it? Dudes, just 'cause you couldn't see me doesn't mean I couldn't see you. The drama, the fighting... It's stupid. My mom's taking home a ghost. You two... You're both still here. SAM Of course. Promise.

i don't care if it doesn't make sense i am on board with this. yes, make a promise to the dead boy that you'll work it out. and immediately sam walks away, of course haha. they can both go sulk in their rooms

trying to remember how sam handled it when he was trying to earn back dean's trust, i remember dean being an asshole about it though. so far dean doesn't seem to be trying to do anything in particular to earn sam's trust back (i'm not sure how you go about it anyway). but i don't even know because there's too much shit going on at once perpetually. let's get some fencemending focus.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 9x14 #robert berens #spn 1x13

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Sorry I haven't posted much on here guys but I am going to change that. I will post photos from JIB con soon cause my phone storage is overflowing with Jensen photos so I gotta clean it up some to keep my phone happy. I mean I do put the photos elsewhere cause some day I plan on making albums of the photos on my phone which consists of Jensen, My furbabies and other memories. Plus it is good to have them saved somewhere in case something happens to my phone and everything gets erased.

But for now I need help finding a fic a Dean Winchester fic. I had it saved a long time ago but when I lost links to my favorite fics I lost that fic too. I thought I had re saved it but apparently not. I can't remember if it's on tumblr or A03 maybe it's on both. But hopefully someone will recognize the fic and help me in finding it.

I can't remember if it was an ABO fic or not but the reader and Dean have known each other since they were young. Their fathers were friends/hunting partners. Both John and the reader's father walk in on Dean & the reader about to have some fun. The reader's father takes her away from there and they move to England. Years later the reader is like some programmed robot working for the British Men of Letters. She is given orders to go back to the states to kill Dean & Sam Winchester. Dean & Sam are happy to see her at first but then realize there is something wrong with her. They find out she has been programmed to be like a killing machine. They work on a way to save her and get her back to her normal self. Of course her & Dean end up falling in love.

Does this fic ring a bell to anyone? I would love to find it again so please help me out!!

#fic help #dean winchester series #dean winchester series help #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x reader series #fic finder #dean winchester #dean winchester x y/n #dean winchester fic help

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corvuschronicles · 2 years

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Intro post

hi i’m cas, corvu, or crow and i’m making this blog to ramble about my writing, both fanfiction and original, it’s all likely to be queer in some way so obviously dni if you’re a homophobe, transphobe, racist, sexist, terf, radfem, prolifer, etc.

here’s a list of things i’m working on in order of progress:

Teen Wolf

I Have Friends In Not So Heavenly Places - a crossover with Criminal Minds in which a hacking attempt gone wrong gets the attention of the BAU, Sterek, ongoing, 18/?

Vera Natura - a season 2 rewrite with an original character as Scott’s cousin, Sterek, ongoing, 3/?

Sterek Week 2017 series - 7 works

Marvel

Horns and Webs and Miracles - self-indulgent fic going for that 2012 avenger fic vibe centering around Peter Parker, Loki, and Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, ongoing, 2/?

Earth-10088 Project - my own earth drawing sources from the MCU, comics, and shows focusing on “The Disasters”, which consists of Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Eddie Brock, Loki, Jessica Jones, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, and Matt Murdock, WIP, will have one-shots, art, and possibly a longer story

X-Men: Apocalypse AU! - in which Peter is just a bit faster in getting to the school and a little more brave when talking to Erik, Nightsilver, WIP

Supernatural

Foster Witch AU! - follows an original character who is a hunter and a witch that comes across the Winchesters on a hunt, they notice that John is not such a great father, and fearing for the boys’ safety, gets them away from their father, deciding to stay with the witch, the trajectory of the boys’ life changes for the better, WIP

do re mi verse - in which Castiel is a singer who releases a song about his ex (Dean), the whole thing is messy and toxic, a song fic based on a Blackbear song, complete(?), 3 works

Bones

Science Class is Canceled - High School AU! one-shot, intended to be part of a longer fic/series, undecided if it will be continued

Did I Take It Too Far? - song fic based on NDA by Billie Eilish, a sort-of character study on Zack Addy during the Gormogon Arc, Zack Addy/Jack Hodgins, one-shot

Psych

Real Fake Psychic AU! and/or Fake Real Psychic AU! - after an incident Shawn finds himself getting flashes of things he should not be able to see or know, all of the sudden he and his friends get thrown into the supernatural underbelly of Santa Barbara while also trying to navigate their new abilities, Shassie, WIP

Danny Phantom

Uncanny AU! - Danny goes into the portal after his friends leave, but he thinks to put on a far more protective suit first, after realizing he can “go ghost” he also notices that the more he does it, the more it changes him in both forms, will have art, perhaps one-shot series or longer work, Everlasting Trio, WIP

Collection(s)

Bone(s) Storage - all Bones related

Was Such A Bad Idea ‘Cause Now Everything’s Wrong (song fics) - all song fics, multifandom, multiship, ongoing, 3 works

Original Stories

BoS - fantasy boarding school setting with lots of world building, based on Norse mythology, deals with classism and racism in a post-pandemonium world where people have been granted gifts from the gods

VS - a convoluted story beginning in blackmailing and leading to murder, with supernatural elements, following a college dropout

feel free to ask me anything about any of these!

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