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Ad Astra Per Aspera (deanwinchesterxfemaleOC)

This story contains allusions and discussions of SA, Supernatural typical violence, and trauma, Please read with caution <3

The dim lights of the cement walled room flickered with a consistent hum, similar to the hum of the lights overhead inside of a library or bank. Regardless of familiarity the sound provided her, she wanted nothing more than to be back inside of her own home, tucked away in her own bed which was much more comfortable than the broken in and stained army cot she was situated on. Over time she had come to notice another very constant sound, the mummering of her captors. She could constantly hear them speaking, laughing, joking, living as if she wasn’t slowly losing her will to live. With a sudden ‘boom!’ the mumbling stopped. She flinched at the noise regardless of her ability to mobilize her body. The mumbling turned to yelling, she could only assume the group's kingpin was the one barking orders. Without a second longer to process her thoughts were sharply interrupted by a gunshot ringing throughout whatever hellscape she was stuck in. She wanted to scream, hoping that the shot came from some kind of law enforcement, however no noise would rise from her vocal cords which she had practically shredded in her early days of captivity. She can no longer remember how long she had been there. After what she estimated to be around ten shots rang out, the yelling had completely ceased. She laid there, in the earth shattering silence waiting for the shooters to get to her next. The door swings open on its rusty hinges with a high pitched screech. Two masculine figures emerge from the shadows of the dim hallway. The two broad shouldered men stood in the doorway with guns drawn in her direction, however they were quick to aim towards the floor as they took in her restrained state, little did they know her desire for them to raise their guns again.

“Please…” she spoke with a gritty rasp, pointing eye contact at their now lowered guns. The slightly shorter man spoke,

“Holy shit,”

The slightly taller man took a timid step towards her cot, making it a point for her to see him holster his weapon.

“Hi, Oliva? My name is Sam, are you hurt? We’re are here to help you,” Oliva; was that her name? She ran it through her mind, only resulting in vague familiarity. It had then dawned on her just how detached from reality she had become in an attempt to provide herself some sick assemblance of mercy. She must've been staring at him because he continued to ask her questions.

“Can you hear me?” She nods at him, still shocked by the kind, human, presence in front of her. The shorter man began to look annoyed, his eyes continuously scanning the room behind him.

“Sam! We don’t have time for you to coddle her, move. Your. ass,” Sam turned to his companion with an incredulous look on his face.

“I’m not “coddling” anyone Dean, I'm being gentle with someone who's been hurt. You could learn a thing or two,” Sam scoffed before turning back to Oliva. Dean stood back with his eyebrows furrowed into a frown, his strong arms now crossed in front of his chest. Sam pulled a pocket knife from his jeans, bringing it towards the ropes binding her hands and feet. His eyes trailed to the pool of blood underneath her left foot, a clear slice had clearly traveled its way through her achilles tendon.

“I just need to get rid of these,” he paused a moment before sighing, “Even though he’s being a douche about it, Deans right, we need to get you out of this shit hole asap,” he spoke in a more hurried tone than that of what was previously used. Oliva nodded given that there wasn’t much she could do in this situation. Once her restraints were removed from her atrophied limbs Sam gestured towards her with an awkward yet caring smile.

“May I?,” she nods with hesitation once again before Sam places his forearms under her thin body, lifting her into the air in order to begin their journey outside. Dean rolled his eyes at the caution in his brother’s face as he haphazardly stomped through the, now door-less, door frame. As they made their way to the car Dean took notice of the glass-like woman in his brother’s arms, Although her wounds weren’t freshly given, they appeared painful and driven by scorn.

“Don’t let her get blood on baby,” Dean muttered to Sam just before he was able to climb into the back seat with Olivia; In return Sam shot Dean a stern look into the rearview mirror. Olivia was sitting slumped against the cool leather of the car, allowing the material to relieve the burning of her shot nerves. However, her comfort did not last long as the road they were driving on was filled with potholes and uneven pavement. Oh what a joy it was to be driving in the middle of nowhere.

The juvenile talking started up again. The joy throughout the house signified, to Olive, that her suffering was about to resume. The piercing laughs brought only fear to her prolonged hell. She prepared herself as the janky door she was trapped behind creaked open, cobwebs being broken in the process. How long had that door been closed in front of her? A lanky man with luscious blonde hair, styled to the side as if he were dressed for a formal event, his eyes were brown, although lacking the once familiar shine in them. Before she could stand up and hide her back was shoved against the rough surface of her army cot.

With a particularly deep pothole she was jolted awake by her back bumping the car seat. With a deep breath she opened her forcefully squinted eyes. Sam watches her with caution as she wearily looks around. Sam gives her a tight lipped, sympathetic smile. It was pointless for him to pretend that he knew what she had gone through but he was able to empathize at least. Samuel Winchester was certainly no stranger to nightmares. Sam leaned over and grabbed an old, but unopened, bottle of water that had fallen beneath the driver’s seat. He extended his hand towards her weary form .

“It might be a little warm, fair warning,” Oliva accepted the bottle from his hands, returning his previously given tight lipped smile. She could lie to herself and say that she was super comfortable around the winchesters and that she enjoyed their company. She really wanted to feel safe, she would do anything to feel safe again. She allows herself to sit up a tad bit straighter, no longer feeling the heavy pull of sleep. She looked over to the rather large man who was staring at her like she may break down at any minute.

“Where are we headed?” Her voice was so soft and subtle that Sam would have missed it if he hadn’t been looking at her. Dean had apparently heard her on account of Sam making him turn his music down, much to Dean's chagrin.

“Bunker,” Dean deadpanned without taking his seemingly serious eyes off the road. Sam took the opportunity to harshly flick the back of Dean's head by reaching an arm around the headrest. With a curt ‘ow!’ emitting from Dean, sam turned to olivia who was slowly sipping on her warm water.

“He means our house. It’s our house. Please don’t worry about him, he’s just being a prick,” she had no other response than a brief nod. Nobody spoke for the next few hours, somewhere within that time slot Dean turned his music back up.

*At the Bunker*

Sam and Dean assist her inside and help her find a chair within the kitchen. Dean made a B-line for the fridge to grab himself a beer. Sam had left her side to go grab a first aid kit for her wounds. The shorter brother pulls out a chair besides her, sitting down as if he didn’t see her. She was terrified of him. She knew that he was the kind of man who could spill blood with no consequences, she saw not only discomfort but suspicion in his eyes. She decided to take the friendly approach. As she learned, compliance and acting is better than death. She aimed her eyes to the ground and tucked her knees to her chest, allowing her arms to hug them closer.

“Thankyou,” Den swivled his head to the side with an unamused look. He took another swig of his beer.

“For what?” Olivia wasn't sure how to respond to that properly.

“F-for saving m-” Dean cut her off by putting his hand up, palm facing her face.

“I didn’t have a say in the matter, that was all sammy. And besides I wouldn’t take it personally, It’s our job,” Olivia knew she wasn’t special in regards to her rescue but having those words said to her with such indifference sent a ping to her chest. Samuel returned to the kitchen and set the large plastic box on the scratched up table. He taps his older brother’s shoulder with the back of his hand.

“Up,” Dean made a subtle noise of annoyance but knew it would be no use to argue. As Sam sits down he scoots his chair slightly closer in order to get a good look at her injuries. She, by visceral reaction, hugged her knees closer. He looked at her with pity, not the sympathy he was trying to pass it for.

“Hey, I know you don’t know us very well, and I understand that you are afraid right now but if these wounds won't get clean you could get sick or worse…please?” Dean rolled his eyes at how gentle Sam's speech was. She slowly and gently unfurled herself and allowed his access to her pathetic shape. The worst surface wounds were the ones on the soft part of her thighs, crescent shaped scars were accompanied by what looked like an empty space for a blade. However where they ran into serious complications was her ankle. That solid slice through her achilles looked no better in the light than it did in the dark.

“I know what you're going to say but I really think we should take her to the hospital, some of these injuries neither of us could fix,” Dean attempted to counter Sam's statement.

“Bullshit, she’ll be fine the same way we always are, just fix it like normal,” Sam’s jaw nearly touched the ground due to the speed at which he began to argue.

“Dean. Her foot is hanging on its last threads. We cannot fix anything like that without making it worse …No matter what you say I am taking her. Dean immediately stepped in front of the front door.

“Sammy don’t be stupid! You’ll get caught and then I’ll have to bust your dumbass out of the clink, I am not putting up with that!"By the time dean was finished Sam already had oliva in his arm again, this time she had been gently wrapped in a soft blanket that was set on the couch.

Time skip lol sorry

It’s been about a month since the Winchesters found her in that building, still no lead as to who or what organized the whole thing. However, Olivia didn’t seem to mind not knowing anything because amongst all of the nightmares and anxieties, She felt happy and safe…with Sam at least. She could tell Dean was warming up or, at the very least, becoming more accustomed to her presence at least. One morning she had found herself stumbling into the kitchen with an oddly uneven gate, after a particularly traumatic nightmare. She was careful not to turn on any light with the exception of the dull yellow bulb that resided above the sink. She opened the cabinet above her head before attempting to stand on her toes to reach a glass. The post-surgery brace that surrounded her foot made it nearly impossible to do, however. She retracted her attempts and surrendered herself into using a red solo cup from a stack of four Dean had left on the counter. She made her way to the fridge and filled her sad red cup with off brand apple juice, which she happily sipped on. She was almost finished with her drink when the main kitchen light was turned on, she jumped in response.

“sorry bout that…what're you drinking out of that plastic shit for?'' Dean groggily wandered into the kitchen, already dressed and prepared for the upcoming day. She looked down at her feet to avoid his eyes.

“I can’t reach the glasses.” she said to the ground as opposed to the man standing before her. He grumbles as he moves towards her position near the cabinet.

“You could've asked,” he slightly complained as he reached beside her to grab a glass and handed it to her. She accepted the glass despite having no use for it anymore.

“Thank you, but I don’t need it anymore…thank you though.” she shyly smiled at him. He nodded his head towards the fridge.

“You could help me get a drink then, can you reach the milk?” she walked and turned to face the now open fridge. Before she could admit that she couldn’t, Dean stepped behind her to reach up for it, placing a hand on her backside.

“It’s ok I got it hun.” he whispered to her. Her blood ran cold, dean never spoke like that. The realization hit her like a freight truck, she froze. He moved her away from the fridge with a gentle pull of her waist before cornering her against the door of white appliance.

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted us to get along liv?” She tried to move but his heavy arms and rough hands wouldn’t allow that. She knew what he was now, he no longer made any attempt to hide it.

“I've missed you liv…you really thought you could live here with whoever these punks are?” he teased, stroking a warm, stolen hand down her cheek. She flinched away as a tear hurried down her face. His feet inched closer to hers, he forced deans steel-toed boots on the hard plastic of her brace. She made an attempt to scream only to have a hand placed over her mouth. She side eyed the glass she had gotten out that was now sitting on the floor beside the fridge. She moved her un injured foot to move the glass. Whilst her trapped leg was attempting to move, the false impression of Dean was busy with his teeth and lips against her skin and his fingers toying with the top of her waistband. She inched her foot just close enough for her to hear the clear glass clatter against old tiles. She silently thanked whoever may have been listening. The mimics eye’s shot up to Oliva’s face with anger filling his irises, a grim smile spreading through his cheeks. Upon hearing the ringing of never used glass, Sam and Dean both shot out of their beds and into the kitchen, both of them accompanied by a firearm. At first glance the men were confused…why would Oliva have a man with her? Since when did she ever have guests? Oliva’s eyes locked with her friend’s hazel eyes. Sam could see the discomfort in her eyes and acted as quickly as he stormed through the doorway.

“Hey!” he shot his gun toward the cupboard in a means to scare the man away, disgust laced both of the men's faces as a wild eyed dean turned to face them.

“Sammy?! What the hell?!” he exclaimed using Dean's nickname to his advantage. Although they weren’t fooled it surely riled them up.

Dean rushed forward, having a knack for fighting first and asking later. He grabbed his double by the collar of his flannel shirt and hooked him across the jaw. Oliva took the opportunity to inch off to the way to the other side of the kitchen, pulling up her now falling pant waistband. She huddled herself into a corner behind the kitchen table. Once the double was subdued, Sam wasted no time putting a bullet through its chest, leaving a scorching hole in its wake. Dean stood looking at the creature as Sam rushed to his cowering friend. He crouched down to meet her distant eyes.

“oliva..It’s gone. I got it, you're safe.” he tried to comfort but she made no assimilation of his words. Dean strode over to the pair, his eyes falling on his brother saying hushed conformations of safety. Dean reached down and wiped his palms on his pajama pants, not attempting to break the thick tension formed by his out of place presence by the pair.

“ I’m going to run out to get some cleaning supplies…do either of you want anything?” Sam stopped his murmurs and side eyes his brother at his out of touch question.

“No dean..'' Sam grumbled, immediately turning his face back to Oliva. Oliva paid the true dean no attention, just as he expected. Dean ran to the store and upon his arrival he spotted small trinkets that reminded him of Oliva.

A few weeks into staying with the brothers they had made it clear that she was free to decorate her room as much or as little as she’d like.

“We have plenty of rooms, seriously it’s no issue,” Sam said with a slight chuckle in his voice over her excessive conformations. Day by day her room slowly filled with small stuffed animals and notebooks she used to write and study in. As much as Sam and Dean dreaded encountering the things they had to, Oliva still owned some of her childish whimsey for the supernatural and the fantastical. While the Winchesters were figuring out how much salt they needed to buy, Olivia was researching their cases to find the new main character of her short stories. She found one case about supposed imaginary friends who helped kids. That story consisted of the human main character being herself, and what she would have loved to experience as a kid. Not that her childhood was awful, she just felt it would be nice to have a friend who would always have her best interest in mind. It’s easy to say that Dean did not love the idea of her romanticizing their lifestyle, although Sam enjoyed reading her works when he was allowed.

Dean walked through the isles, picking up a pack of colored pens and placing them in the basket before he could tell himself off. By the time Dean got back home he saw Sam standing against the kitchen table, his head in his hands, pinching the bridge of his nose. Dean set his supplies on the table, quickly stealing away the bright pens from on tops of the bleach and baking soda. As Dean went to leave, Sam placed a hand on his chest, restricting him from leaving the room yet.

“Just a warning…she has no interest in seeing you right now so just please be vigilant and be careful not to scare her.'' Dean understood and walked away, sliding the book of pens under her door before entering his own room and deciding to get dressed for the day as it was now around four in the morning. Dean made his way to the library to begin looking for books on protection spells and items. From the library Dean could hear his brother speaking outside of Olivia’s room trying to reason for her.

“I-i refilled your cup with coffee if you want it… I'll be in the library if you need me.” he lightly knocked his knuckles against the wooden door before walking away to meet his brother.

“what are you still doing awake? I figured you'd be sleeping till dinner as usual.” Dean made an exasperated face at his brother..

“How much of a dick do you really think I am? Our friend was just attacked, Sammy! Obviously I’m going to try to help from as much distance away as necessary.” he argued, clearly distraught by the whole situation. Sam's eyebrows peaked at the term with which Dean used to refer to olivia.

“ not that there's anything wrong with it but since when are you two friends? You act like you hate her.'' Dean couldn’t truly answer because he didn’t know why that term came to mind, sammy was right they weren't friends. Dean sighed and rubbed his forehead with exasperation.

“ I don't know Sammy, I just, I don't know… as much as i hate to admit it she’s been here long enough that I've had no choice but to kind of get to know her. She’s a sweet girl but she doesn’t deserve our shit or whatever curse hangs over everyone we’ve ever met. But it’s clear y'all get on well…if she’s your family then i have no choice…she’s family sammy.” Sam knew his brother was never good at expressing his emotions, he would put Dean in therapy against his will if he could. Samuel really appreciated the honesty from his older brother, it was always a 50/50 chance of dean opening up. Now Sam's only hope was that when the time came that dean would be equally as open with Olivia. However, to Sam, it was always obvious when the dean wanted to express remorse or sympathy. He never upfront spoke his mind but you may find extra food on your plate or the promise of a shotgun on a supply run. His brother was a simple man who wanted nothing more than to protect people and to be appreciated. Once again Sam knew his brother would never admit it but he knew Dean had always wanted to be taken care of by someone with the same amount of concern he wanted to show others.

It had been days of Oliva holed up in her room, she began to feel more and more disgusting the longer she went without the strength to wash the stolen fingerprints off of her body. She looked around her once tranquil room to see piles of dirty mugs that once held sweet coffee that has now become sticky sugar residue at the bottom of the cup, as it had quickly become the only thing she’d consume, beside the mugs on her nightstand sat a package of gel pens. She couldn’t sleep. She would close her eyes only to be greeted with a slideshow of the many stolen windows to his empty soul that he had used against her. She didn’t quite know where she was planning on going when she left her room but it didn’t seem as if she had much time to figure it out as she began watching her feet moving without her approval. One thing she did notice, however, was the quiet space that was now replacing her attempted screams in her head. She was safe again. Her brain functioning similar to how it had when she was captive, She was warm and she was content. She watched as her feet moved across the wood to the kitchen. Her body was hungry although she wasn’t craving anything. Sam sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper when Olivia finished her slow journey to the kitchen. Sam eyebrows nearly shot off of his face with how surprised he was at her evening appearance. Did she even know it was evening? He had not seen his friend in days,

“Hey! How’re you feeling?” He knew it was hardly a question that needed answering, however after knowing Olivia for a while he knew how much of a burden she hated to be. He wanted her to know he didn’t view her any differently, he was her friend, and she deserved to still feel like one. Olivia seemed to take in Sam's presence which received very little reaction. She gave him a small smile that reached nowhere near her eyes. Sam’s eyes secretly raked over her pitiful form, taking in the residue left on her skin from her attacker. His teeth imprinted on her jugular, he could imagine the fingerprints burned into her hips like the aftermath of a close range explosion, her skin a concrete wall covered in shadows

“Me and Dean just went shopping, I could make you something to eat if you’d like.” Olivia backed herself behind a door in her spectral world, suddenly she was the one looking through her eyes, staring back at Sam like a lost child. She figured that there was nothing wrong with that, it worked for her when she lived with him, she could be safe again.

“You know what, that sounds great sammy. Thank You,” she spoke happily, much to Sam's shock. Sam moved to the fridge to scan the groceries. Dean had clearly already been in there, Sam swore his brother was a man akin to a yogi bear.

Sam watched carefully between spreads of peanut butter as he noticed her become utterly indifferent. He was surprised to see how relaxed she was as his brother walked in through the door, grunting as he kicked mud off of his boots. Dean's eyes turn sullen at the seemingly in shock woman that sat further into the kitchen. Sam could cut the tension in the room with the butter knife he was holding.

“Sandwich?” sam asked awkwardly, dean nodded slightly waving to Olivia. Much to deans surprise she waved back, only a little. His heart constricted at the sight of her, he wished sam hadn’t allowed the two of them to get attached. Dean almost wished he had the capacity to kick her to the curb like a puppy that just showed up one day, hell she had the eyes to match.

“I could eat.” He spoke like a normal, casual Dean. It brought Olivia some solace to see the real dean again. The dean who could care less if she were a victim or not, the Dean who could care less about her being around. After eating dinner Olivia decided to lay on the couch and rest, watching t.v to pass the time. Sam and Dean stuck around the kitchen to chat.

“What hell is up with her?” Dean asked, suspicious of their guest’s sudden relaxed appearance. Sam pursed his lips into a line and sighed.

“Honestly Dean, I have no idea. She just walked out of her room, she didn’t even say anything. She seems fine to me.” Dean nodded as if he was ,ocking his brother’s obvious observation.

“Yeah no shit, It's weird. Most victims that we deal with don't take monster attacks very well.” They both Walk out to the living room to find a sleeping Olivia. Dean nodded his head towards her but Sam put a hand out, and pulled a blanket off the top of the couch to cover her with.

“just let her sleep. I doubt she’s getting enough,” Dean backed up slightly allowing his brother to get past him to head to bed.

“Right. Night sammy…” he looked towards Olivia again, “ Night live,” with the final goodbye, he too walked to bed, truing on a lamp in the dark room before fully exiting. The time was roughly 5:00 A.M when dean woke up to use the bathroom. He doesn’t fully know what compelled him but he decided to dip into the living room to check on Olivia. She was tossing ever so slightly in her sleep. He walked over to her quietly, gently placing his rough hands on her shoulders.

“Oliva…” he whispered to her as he carefully shook her. She opened her eyes although it was clear to him that she was not looking at him, in his eyes she saw someone else's. She wasn’t in the bunker, she was in her prison, lying atop a soiled mattress that god only knows how many other women were laid upon. She didn’t yell out like he expected her to, instead she simply laid back down against the couch and stared ahead to the ceiling.

“Olivia?” he spoke worriedly, kindly taking a step back. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her knees parted. Dean shifts his gaze around before looking at the lamp on the side table. Moving slowly he turns on the small table lamp, a yellow glow reflecting onto the scrunch faced of the traumatized woman. He wasn’t ready to help, he truly didn’t think he knew how. He fought things physically, not with chick flick moments. As uncomfortable as he felt he took a seat on the floor, his back pressing against the front of the couch. Dean carefully took Oliva’s hand, slowly enough to give her the time to pull away. She allowed him to take her limp hand. He gripped her cold digits in his warm calloused ones, with a firm squeeze he spoke, he admired her chipped fingernail polish as he did so, it was his favorite color.

“ I uh, I don’t really know how much of this you’ll hear but I want you to know that you’re safe…I’m sorry that he hurt you…clearly more than either me and Sammy ever knew… I’m not the best at this kind of thing,” he chuckled and continued, “ but you're not stupid so I don’t know why I’m talking to ya like you wouldn’t have known that.” Word by word the tangled remnants of Oliva’s memories, she can hear dean’s voice slowly breaking through. She felt the strong yet gentle grasp of his hand grounding her, a stray tear slipped down her cheek, she knew she wasn’t supposed to cry but her mind slipped. She wasn’t in the presence of false love like she assumed, she was with Dean…Dean cared, she figured. He was still rambling as she began to see who was really besides her. Dean feels her shift, he turns his gaze towards her, he cheeks stained in memories and salt.

“Olivia…are you, uh ok?'' Dean struggled to confirm, suddenly feeling awkward. She weakly nods as she takes the time to truly hear his voice, Dean’s real voice. He rubbed the back of his neck as he weakened his grip on her hand.

“Would you like water or something?” he asked in a tone suggesting that he’s considering going back to his brash and uncaring nature that he usually exudes. Once again she nods, still safely quiet. He lets go, her skin craving his warmth. He turns around to head back out to the living room with the glass only to find the smallest looking version of his guest facing him, he jacket bundled around her body, edge seems gripped in her uncherished fingers. Dean took a moment to smile at her as if he hadn’t seen her fearful of him as he handed her the glass. A shaky hand reached out to grab the glass from his hands. As much as Olivia’s subconscious was screaming at her about her vicinity to Dean, she took a deep breath as she set the glass down on the counter and gently walked towards Dean with her arms outstretched. Offering the confused man a hug of appreciation . her weak arms barely wrapped around his torso, his hands gripping his flannel robe, she enjoyed that he smelled like beer, car oil, and 3-in-1 soap. He gently put his arms on her back, carefully rubbing up and down. Without letting go of her he asked gently,

“Do ya want to go back to bed?” He made it sound as if he no longer wanted to be the gentle caring man that bought her pens and held her hand. She swiftly shows her head side to side in objection. He immediately backtracked his idea.

“Alright uhhh…hungry?” She furrowed her brows, thinking, before nodding her head against his chest. He carefully pried their bodies apart and looked at her.

“Let me grab my keys.” She stood right where he had left her before coming back with the baby's keys. He slowly got her outside and into his baby, she’s never sat in the passenger seat before since it was always reserved for sam. Dean eventually drove the two of them to the diner down the road, internally Olivia saw it and thought it was a shit show…it was going to be amazing, or at least that's what the boys have taught her. The pair was sitting in a cold booth at the back of the restaurant, Dean with a black coffee in front of him and an omelet with extra meat, and Oliva with a stack of chocolate chip pancakes with a large vanilla milkshake. Whipped cream was her favorite part. Dean had begun to notice that she became much more childlike as she became more comfortable. Olivia, seemingly out of the blue, looked at dean.

“I can repay you when we get back to the bunker, I-I don’t have my wallet.” Dean held up a hand to signal for her to drop the topic.

“You don’t gotta do that, we’re good.” Oliva seemed uncomfortable with that conclusion, she looked at him a tad longer before placing a whipped cream covered cherry on his plate, one she was clearly planning on saving for herself. Dean fought a smile, at the sweet, meaningful gesture, he nodded at her, satisfied.

This is my first story on here and my first ever fanfic, I hope Y'all liked it, feedback is always appreciated <3

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How you meet Michael - Cordelia

Summary: On Michaels first day off since working with Dean and Sam he goes for a walk and sees you playing in the water with your sisters. When he noticed that you were staring at him he investigates and finds a new purpose to fight for. A soulmate.

Pairing: Michael/reader, Michael/witch

Disclaimer: soulmate au

Soulmate au: God created a soulmate for each one of his children. For angels finding their soulmate is one of the most honorable tasks they could achieve due to the amount of luck they must have since the soul of a human mate can be sent to earth at any time during the existence of humanity. But when an angel does meet their other half their loyalty to god switches to their mate, protecting them at all costs. Feelings such as love and lust are only acceptable and archivable for angels when they meet their soulmate and that only to the mate too so acts of unloyalty or cheating don’t exist in their world.

The sun was shining brightly, and the shimmering hues it created were being deflected into the ocean, giving it the beautiful blue color that resembled his wings. Massive, shiny, and paired in six, three on each side. Each one of them is bigger than the lower one. For humans invisible but for you strangely that wasn’t the case, not that you knew that you weren’t supposed to see them.

At first, you were sure he was a freak who didn’t know that Halloween is in October and not in late July but the more you watched the man the more you were sure he wasn’t normal. You asked your youngest sister “Goldie, do you see that?”. While your sister held her gaze in the same direction as you, she didn’t notice anything out of the blue. You frowned, sensing that the man wasn’t just walking around with wings for no reason. Just as you were to turn your back on him and shift your attention to the volleyball you have been playing with in the water, his eyes met yours.

Something about the way he looked at you made you feel vulnerable as if he could read you like a book. And of course, you didn’t know, he could. His eyes wandered, to your dark eyes, your long black hair that was neatly up in a bun, the small silver necklace you wore that had a small star engraved in it, to your blue bikini that matched the color of the water you were in. His color.

His grace flutters and so does his wings. A small yet deep sensation erupts inside of the brown-haired archangel as he looks at you. Your stare didn’t go unnoticed by him, he wasn’t sure why you would give him your attention, maybe you had a sixth sense that could detect supernatural beings, maybe you just found his vessel attractive, or maybe you were that something that was missing.

He could just look into your mind but what would be the purpose of that if you were just a mortal, after all, a lower being? But the feeling didn’t vanish, the feeling of want and need that he felt for the first time since his creation, something he shouldn’t feel.

At first he just wanted to take a walk, take a good look at Earth, the creation his father loved so much. Free time wasn’t something he had a lot when working and living with Sam and Dean in the bunker but when he did have it he tried to spend it wisely. Even if time was something that he had plenty enough of, in the long run that is, as an immortal being.

His feet moved on their own, going down the marble stairs where he had been stopping and walking closer to the beach, his wings folded neatly behind him as he moved.

At the same time, your movement changed too, your eyebrows raised as he came closer. Maybe he was one of your customers at the shop yet that couldn’t be since you remember every single one of your customer's faces or spiritual power. You excused yourself from your sisters, walking out of the water to the nearby beach shop that sold drinks and snacks. As you are about to enter his voice interrupts your busy mind that was occupied with finding out who he could be.

“You are different,” he said. The way he spoke made you shiver, cold and calculated yet so soft. Turning around to him your eyes wander from his sapphire eyes to his wings again. His eyes were fixated on you and as he noticed that your gaze wandered to the space behind him, to his muscles that were his pride and joy the corners of his lips slowly turned up and he gave you his hand to shake.

“My name is Michael,” he said now in a much gentler tone, warm and friendly. You shook his hand, not knowing the future you have been setting for yourself with that move, and answered

“Call me Cora”.

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Imagine...Adopted by the Alpha Wolf

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Child!Reader (Human!reader)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Mentions of blood, spn level gore, scary moments, language, nightmares, fluff.

Summary: A wolf pack kills the reader’s family and village residents. While trying to escape the rival pack, another wolf intervenes. But it turns out, it’s an alpha of another wolf pack. And he’s there to rescue her.

a/n: This was actually totally inspired by a YouTube video of the same name, Adopted by the Alpha Wolf by Aphmau. I just twisted things around, changed things up entirely to fit my Dean x Reader thing that I do. And this happened. Hope you enjoy! :)

It was a snowy night, but the fresh snow is coated in fresh blood in her village.

The ravenous growls of wolves surround her. Filling her heart with pure fear.

She already witnessed two wolves tearing her mom apart, and her dad tried his best to fend them off, but a massive wolf tore his head off.

The little girl ran out of the house and village, tears blurring her vision, but she just need to get away.

“After the small human!” she heard a growl behind her echo.

She climbed the snowy mountain sides to try to give them a slip.

“Did they stop?” she panted asking herself. She turned to see if the wolves were still chasing her.

A wolf climbing the rocky side of the mountain told her they are still on her tail.

Screaming, she runs away.

“Somebody!” she screams. “Help me!”

She reached the top of the mountain, only to reach a cliff.

She turns to see if she can run around them. But they had her cornered.

She was looking at a 40-foot drop from the cliff top where she stood. And looking at four ravenous wolves, snarling and growling at her hungrily.

She cowers, curling into a ball, bringing her knees to her chest and her hands to her face. She cries for her mom and dad to save her.

She felt the earth shake somewhat below her. She looks up. Finding a black wolf fighting the other wolves.

Tearing at their necks and throats, throwing them off of the mountain top. She stared on in horror.

“I’m so dead.” She whispers as fresh tears fall again.

But the wolf slowly shrinks, morphing into a man.

“He’s a human?”

“What are you doing out here on your own?” he asked. His voice low and rough.

“He’s…He’s…he’s a human.” She stutters before fainting.

“Hey, hey!” he rushes to her side. “Wake up!”

She heard sniffing in her ear. Snickers and lip licking.

She began waking up and seen a few people surrounding her.

Jolting up to her feet, she runs to a nearby table hiding under the table.

“Oh, we get to play with our food, huh.” One of the people said.

She pulled the chairs near her, having them pulled in close.

The people circled the table.

“Everybody, dig in.” the person said.

The people morphed into wolves.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, a blood curdling scream.

Before they could make a move, the man that saved her rushed in, in his wolf form. Letting out a loud and intimidating growl.

The wolves backed off with their ears down and tails between their legs.

They seemed to be arguing amongst themselves, growling, and snarling at each other. The big black wolf not backing down defending the little girl.

They then began morphing back to their human forms. Still wearing whatever clothes, they were wearing.

The man then turned toward the little girl who was still hiding behind the chair.

“Come out sweetheart, you’re safe now.” He says, kneeling down to her level.

She came out, timid and looking like she’ll jump at the slightest movement.

“What’s your name?” the man asked.

“Y/N.” She said in a soft voice.

“I’m Dean, this is my brother Sam. And that’s Charlie, Jack, and Kevin.” Dean said pointing to each person in the room.

She waved at them shyly. “Hi.”

“Hi, sorry about that. Little miscommunication there.” Sam says.

“Yeah, he just drops you off saying he’ll be right back, nothing else.” Charlie says.

“I said no touchy!” Dean raises his voice to her.

“You’re wolves but you’re humans?” Y/N asks.

“Yeah, it’s…I wouldn’t say we’re werewolves, but in a way we are. We morph from wolf to human but it’s more like the four-legged wolf rather than a humanoid wolf man.” Dean explains.

“But back to it, why were you in the woods alone?” Dean asked. “Where’s your family?”

“My village was slaughtered by wolves. My mom and dad are dead. I managed to escape.” she explained.

“That explains why those wolves were after you then.” Dean says.

“Dean, what are we up against?” Sam asked.

“It’s probably Crowley again. He’s an alpha too but he’s gone feral.” Dean says.

“Us against him, that’s suicide. Especially if he has a massive pack.” Kevin says.

“I’m sure we can handle it.” Jack adds.

“What makes you say that?” Charlie asks. “The both of you are betas and I’m the only Omega all while Sam and Dean are our only alphas of this pack.”

“So…what’s a beta and an omega?” y/n asks.

“The betas are, realistically enough the second in command to an alpha. If the alpha isn’t here, then we are next in the chain of command. The omegas are the bottom. They’re more or less the babysitters of the pups in the pack.” Jack explained.

“But if there’s two alpha’s who’s the leader of the pack?” Y/n asks.

“I am, I’m the oldest. If I’m not here, it’d be Sam. But if he’s not here either, then it goes to either Jack or Kevin.” Dean explains.

“But I don’t follow that bullshit rule with omega’s, they’re as much of an essential to the pack as anyone else.” Dean adds.

“What does bullshit mean?” y/n asks.

“Um…” his cheeks heated up as the child repeated his words. “It’s…a bad word and you shouldn’t repeat it.” Dean says finally.

“Oh, sorry.”

“It’s okay, once you’re older you can say whatever you want. Just don’t repeat what the grown-ups say.”

“Okay.” She said happily.

“Now, let’s get you cleaned up and off to your new bed. We’ll adopt you into our pack.” Dean says.

“Dean, are you sure? She’s human.”

“So are we when we’re in this form. Sam, she has nowhere to go. And Crowley is probably after her. She’s safe here.” Dean explains. “Now. She may be human, she’s not for eating. No human ever is. I never what to see that again. Is that clear?” he says sternly.

“Yes sir.” They said in unison.

She woke up in a cold sweat, tears dried to her cheeks. It was still late. But she was too scared to go back asleep.

Remembering the nights events, she walked out of her room into the bunker’s long hallways.

Dean had shown her where everyone’s rooms were. So, she made her way to his room.

She saw his sleeping form in his dark room, his door cracked open.

She sniffled as she entered. The sound waking Dean up.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” he asks groggily.

“Bad dream.” She said, sobs began to shake through her little body again.

Without hesitation Dean picked her up, and laid her down next to him holding her close.

“Shh, I got you sweetheart. Nothing’s gonna hurt you. Not while I’m here.” He whispers in her ear.

Feeling protected and safe in his arms, she felt herself calm down and lull off to sleep.

“Thank you…daddy.” She says sleepily.

Dean smiled, kissing atop her forehead.

“You’re welcome sweetheart. Welcome to the pack. Now, get some sleep.” He whispers. Pulling the covers over them, letting sleep take him while he held her protectively in his arms. She clung onto him like a big teddy bear, afraid she’d lose him. But slept the night away, no nightmares but dreams of possibilities.

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crowleysqueenandlucislover · 3 years

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Sacrificing A Saint (Part Five)

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader, Sam x Reader

Summary:

Warnings:

Notes: I know there’s been a hug break between this and the previous parts, been a hectic time for me, but i hope you still read this and click the links to read the previous parts!

UPDATE: I can’t believe i never finished this series! This part isn’t finished itself but it’s all i had left sitting in my drafts so, here you go!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Not a single sound echoed through the bunker the next morning. Your head was still rattling from the constant screams and tears from the night before. Looking around the room you instantly regretted trashing it; everything had either been torn to shreds or shattered, not even your bed was still in one piece. The light above you flickered due to a cracked bulb and your bathroom door hung by it’s hinges. ‘I don’t even remember doing that.’

Your body was weak from the activity and self induced stress; you struggled to your feet, using the door to your advantage. You prayed to God the boys would be out of the bunker doing anything and everything to avoid the unavoidable. You weren’t interested in sticking around anymore, that ship had sailed- no-had been burned down by Dean who then threw the ashes across the Atlantic. He made it clear you weren’t welcomed at the bunker anymore and you had no opposition to his decision. Soon enough you would be back at Bobby’s and all Winchester interaction would cease.

You cracked the door opened and listened. ‘...Thank God.’ You walk out of your room and head to the kitchen. No Winchesters or ‘celestial being’ meant no pants. True, you did promise yourself that you weren’t going to hide anymore, but that didn’t mean you were confident in the decision. For now you were content in your underwear and tank top.

You make yourself some breakfast and sit at the table with a plate full of food and a cup of coffee. You felt like you hadn’t eaten in a week and planned on getting up from the table with a clean plate. But just as you cut into your first pancake the front door creaks open. ‘Shit.’

The brother’s continue their debate on the ‘health benefits’ of eating pie daily, Sam of course dismissing every word coming out of Dean’s mouth, but both turn to stone when they see you sitting at the table. You continue cutting into your pancake and shove the large chunk in your mouth, hoping it’ll save you from having to speak. You chew in silence and wash it down with a swig of coffee. Both brother’s stay still. You sit looking straight ahead, waiting to see who would make the first move.

When a few minutes pass you decide to ‘fuck it’ and keep eating. You make it through two pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a biscuit with neither brother moving an inch. A certain irritation starts to grow in you from their frozen state. You could feel their eyes glued onto you and knew without a doubt there was a hint of fear in them.

A few more minutes and you felt that irritation boil into anger. You finish your plate of food, doing exactly what you said you would, and then sip on your coffee. The last drop of coffee was your last straw of patience. Clearly there was not going to be any interaction anytime soon so you simply stood up, put your dishes in the sink, and walked back to your room without giving the boys a flick of eye contact.

Red had restored the room back to it’s original state and had a hot shower waiting for you. She didn’t say much to you; she understood how you were feeling right now and left you to clean up. You thanked her then climbed into a three hour shower where you planned your departure.

Bobby was cross country on a hunting trip with another hunter and asked that you waited until he got back; he knew you needed him and wanted to make sure he was there when you walked in. So for the next couple of weeks things dragged along in awkward silence in the bunker. You and the boys barely saw each other and when you did there were no spoken words between you three. Even when Castiel or another visited the bunker, no matter the atmosphere, things fell under a heavy silence when you entered the room, then staying long after you left.

You quit hunting with the boys, what would be the point, they couldn’t stand your presence anyways. Whenever they’d return from one you’d be walking out the door on one of your own. When you’d return they’d be fast asleep or at least hiding in their rooms.

Since day one you haven’t worn a single pear of pants or skirt that past your mid thigh. It wasn’t as difficult as you might have thought it would be, especially with the disgusting side looks Dean would give you. You strode around not with pride but with spite in your heart. They thought you were a monster so you would remind them of their own words, show them what they saw; the mistake Dean made for the both of them. You still cut plenty but kept the fresher ones bandaged to prevent infection and the growth of hatred Dean supposedly had for them. But as soon as they healed enough you ripped off those bandages and went back to strutting your lines.

*Sam’s P.O.V.*

“I think it’s time to talk to her. I can’t stand this anymore, constantly avoiding each other, it’s been 2 weeks and no ones said a word.” Dean kept his focus on his laptop and took another sip of beer. “Then go talk to her Sam, no one’s stopping you. Well, technically someone might be, i don’t know anymore.” “You're not coming.? You before anyone else should be saying something Dean-” “I think i said plenty Sam.!” Dean’s head snaps up. He sounded angry but you knew your brother; Dean was hurting just as much as you were, maybe even worse. Those things he said were without a doubt rattling around in his head all day and night. It was only noon and he was already on his tenth beer.

Dean crumbles back into his laptop and swishes around the last of his beer. “It’s not like she even wants to talk to me. I wouldn’t want to. All those things i said-” “You didn’t mean! And i’m sure Y/n knows that too and if you just try to talk to her i know she’ll give you a chance-” “No that’s just it she already did!” Dean pushes his laptop to the side and jumps up from the bed, making long stride towards you. “She gave me thousands of chances! Time after time mistake after mistake she gave me another chance! Every time! Whenever i’d be in a funk because a hunt went wrong, yelling at her to leave me alone, and you know what she would do? Go and make me the greasiest, most amazing, delicious bacon cheeseburger i’ve ever had and wait until i ate the entire thing. Days I would take my anger or frustration out on her, saying awful, mean and hurtful things to her, throwing fits like a god damn child...Y/n always cleaned up my messes. She stood beside me while i was dealing with the mark. When i became a demon; I remember what i did to her when i broke out, chasing her around the bunker, hearing her bones break down after every blow i laid on her. Still she never pulled the trigger on me. Never left. Never got angry. Never lashed back at me. Just., loved me. Then there were nights she’d come in m room at night and have to restrain me in my sleep, sometimes even catching a few hits, but then sing me back to sleep like nothing had happened. ” “I didn’t know that.” The shock in your voice made Dean realize he had slipped up. “I made her promise not to tell you.” But he smiles to himself. “And she has the most beautiful singing voice Sam. I can’t believe i’m gonna say this but man, better than moms.” You both let out a small laugh at the thought.

“I can think of countless times she’s stood by me, by us. And no matter how bad it got, how bad i was she kept giving me a chance to change, to get better to BE better. When she learned about our past when she saw the worst sides of us, that we didn’t even know existed, she didn’t even bat an eye. And you remember when we first met her; she didn’t trust a damn person but Bobby. And i never forget that because it makes me smile knowing that every hunt we go-went on- she was silently telling us she trusted us. To have her back, to be her support, her family. And i wrecked it all. She told us some of her biggest secrets, trusting us to be everything we’ve ever been to her everything she’s been for us; she was reaching out for help. And what did i do...”

Dean goes to sit on the side of his bed, head hung, entire body defeated. “I pushed her away; i lost her. There’s no way she wants to hear another word come out of my mouth Sam...and not a single part of me blames her.” You didn’t know what to say. You just went and sat beside your brother, both silently grieving the near future.

*Reader’s P.O.V.*

“Y/n?” Another knock on the door. “Y/n? Hey, are you in there?” You could hear Sam’s muffled voice at the door but you didn’t respond, you didn’t even move, you just listened to him hesitantly let himself in. He sees you sitting criss crossed on the bed, back to the door. “Oh, good, you are. Do you think we could talk for a minute?” You still don’t answer him but Sam continues towards you. “Look, i know things have been really tense the past couple of weeks, and if you’re serious about leaving it’s okay i understand. But y/n i don’t want you to leave. I know some things were said but if you would please just hear me out, i think it could make a world of difference.”

Sam takes a seat opposite you on the bed. “Y/n...?” Your eyes stared through Sam, lost in a daze. Your arms rested on your thighs, palms up, like you were in a meditative state. Sam waved his hand in front of your face and your eyes drifted to follow. Your arm slightly moved, lifting your sleeve up for only a second, but Sam noticed what you were hiding.

The ends of your sleeves were stained in a deep shade of red and a trail of blood slid down the side of your legs and pooled on your bed. “No no no Y/n.! Christ!” Sam forced your sleeves up as he looked with horror in his eyes. Not just one on each but three deep cuts-gashes-spilled blood on each of your forearms. Sam quickly ran into your bathroom, searching for the first aid kit he knew you hid in there. He grabbed your arm and poured at least half the bottle of rubbing alcohol on your arms. Usually you’d flinch in pain, but this time it only added to your high.

A few moments later and Sam was putting the final touches on your bandages. “Sam? Sam are you here? I think i caught a lead in that case-” Dean froze in the door frame, taking a minute to understand what his eyes were witnessing. Sam stared wide eyed back at his brother but you failed to even acknowledge him. “Sammy-” Sam jumped up from your side and shushed his brother’s whisper. “Dean stop. Before you say anything-anything else- you regret, please just listen.” Dean’s gaze only faltered from you to Sam who now stood beside him. “Is...did she...?” “Yes. They were pretty bad too. I patched them up and i know what i said but Dean now isn’t the best time to try and talk to her. They put her in a bit of a haze; she’s, unresponsive, right now.” “But i have to, i have to talk to her she needs me right now-!” Dean takes a step towards you but Sam blocks his path. “NO! Dean now could be the worse time! Please, lets just leave her alone.” “No Sam we can’t just leave her like this THIS ISN’T HER-!” “Oh isn’t it.?”

The brother’s both look at you unsure of what to expect. You hadn’t moved an inch but they heard your voice loud and clear. “According to you Dean, this is me. This is all i am to you, remember.? A monster, was it.?” Sam tried to hold back Dean when he saw Red standing remote in the corner but her eyes wild and alive, watching Dean’s every move, but Dean shoved him off. “Y/n...” He carefully approached you, maintaining a safe distance from you. “Are you afraid of me Dean.” “N-no. No. i’m not y/n.” “Then why are you shaking.” Dean struggled to control the tremor in his hands. “Listen to Sam Dean. Leave me alone.” Dean took a deep breath then a bold step towards you. “I’m sorry, but i can’t do that.” “Yes you can. But alright, i’ll help you.” Dean’s body flies across the room toward Sam. He helps Dean to his feet and starts to tug him out of the room but Dean resists. “No! Y/n i’m not leaving you! Please just hear me out-!” “No.!” You stood up from the bed and made your way towards Dean. His body pressed against the wall and with every step you took the harder the grip on him grew. “You, Dean Winchester, have said more than anyone has ever said to me.” Your face was hard but a bitter pain protruded from your eyes and quivering lips. “Y/n-” “Sam.! Stay out of this.” He took a step back and kept his eyes on Red who had crept closer but stayed silent.

You turn back to Dean. “Y/n...please i’m sorry.” “Oh. You’re sorry.? You think that’s enough Dean just a simple i’m sorry!?” Dean struggled. “No! y/n please! Just, tell Red to let me go.!” But you only smiled. “Let you go? Why would i tell her to do that? She’s not the one holding you there Dean. I am.” “What-?!” “Y/n-” “Sssshhh both of you. There’s no time for those questions.” You walk away and sit back on your bed. “Y/n. Please, i didn’t mean anything i said i swear! I was confused i was being selfish! I love you you’re family i can’t just lose you!” “Oh you won’t Dean. You’re gonna watch me choose to leave you. You’re gonna have to live with the fact that i’m so close but you can never have me ever again. And it’s all your fault.” Your hold on Dean weighed on his neck, nearly gluing him to the wall. His face turned blue and his veins pushed back against your hold. You didn’t release him until his eyes started to close. Sam quickly ran to catch his brothers limp body. “Now get out.” The doors slams and you start packing.

Months had passed by like days at Bobby’s. Life was simple and quiet there. When you first arrived he was devastated to see you as you were but held you and kissed you just as he always had. “Oh string bean...my precious girl...My baby girl...” He kept repeating that for the twenty minutes he held you at the door. You felt just as flushed of emotions. Everything that happened at the bunker faded from thought and was how you wanted it to be; just you and your uncle Bobby.

He took good care of you and was over joyed to have you back; it was like you never left. You still did your own things but never missed a night of laughing and drinking together. Occasionally he’d update you on the boys but you’d quickly change the subject not wanting to spoil the rest of your days. A few times you’d come home to the impala being parked out front. You would simply pull around back and hang out in the junk yard until you heard it pull away. A few times you’d be in your room and hear a knock at the door you knew wasn’t Bobby’s. Red would give a warning bang against the door sending Sam or Dean back down stairs.

“But she’s doing alright? Eating? Staying active? Does she seem happy?” Dean obsessed over your well being ever since they found your room empty at the bunker. Bobby just took another sip of his beer. “I guess. Yes. Plenty. And yes and no to the last one.” “Whoa whoa that sounds a lot like a no Bobby.” Sam joined the two at the table, now intrigued by Bobby’s double answer. “She-well...She seems happy.” “Meaning??” Bobby hesitated. He looked around and motioned for them to go to his office space. Once they were all there he opened up again. “Sorry,” He leaned in close to the brothers, “only room in the house completed warded from everything.” They both nodded. “As i was saying, Yes and No. Y/n seems happy enough. We laugh like we used to, drink together, i spend just as much time with the girl. I love her just as much.” “But.?” Bobby frowns. “It’s her eyes. They’re darker than i remember and always seem to be out of focus, like she’s looking at something in the distance. I get chills sometimes when she looks at me because i can feel her gaze glaring right through me...Times i’ll see her walking around in a daze or sitting around talking to no one, mumbling under her breath, and always humming those songs. And this last thing.” Bobby stopped to take a huge gulp of beer to get the last part out. “Her hunting. She’s on overdrive. She’s constantly out and always comes back dripping in blood or whatever the monster bleeds. Don’t get me wrong, the girls on a role, but lets just say she’s murdered everything East of California...And i’m not just talking about monsters. I-I think there’s a connection, between a string of missing persons i put together, and her time out and about. I can’t prove it but i just know...This ain’t her boys. And it’s gotten better, but, the cutting...I feel like there’s always a new bandage whenever i see that girl of mine.”

“Don’t worry Bobby, we’ll help however we can.” He put his drink down and turned towards your room. “I’m gonna go talk to her.” “Dean I wouldn’t do that.” “Bobby’s right you’re the last one who needs to go up there.” Dean turned back to the other two men. “Well i have to do something Sam! I have to try!-” “And you’ll die! Dean she almost killed you last time you saw her Do Not try and be her friend now.!” “I’m not trying to! I may not be her friend anymore, hell, deep down in her heart i could be dead to her. But i will always be her family. I’m not scared of her.”

You turn the corner and draw your gun in one fluid motion, pointing it directly at Dean. You stood steady and looked through Dean like he was a window. “No, you are scared of me, like you should be.” Sam took two cautionary steps back while Bobby stood frozen in fear; he knew you’d never hurt him, but he was terrified for Dean.

You send a round through Dean’s leg before pinning his body against the wall. You push the barrel of your gun hard against Dean’s skull. “Y/n stop.” You hear Sam cock his gun from behind you but it’s not pointed at you, “Please, i can’t let you do this,” it’s shaking against Bobby’s side. Without hesitation you shoot Sam in his shoulder. Dean takes his opportunity; he reaches for your gun but catches the elbow you throw him instead. You lay down a few more blows on him, break his already useless leg for shits and giggles, then step away. You aim your gun back at his head.

Your body shook in anger and the frustration of not knowing why made it worse. “You just...you...go away! Both of you leave, leave me alone!”

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eunioaz · 4 years

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yall i did something.

#destiel #twist and shout #jensen ackles #supernaturalfanfiction #i am so in shock that i actually did this omg #misha collins #supernatural #i can dig elvis #see you then #dear cas #destiel fanfiction

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hvrricqne · 4 years

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What your SPN ship says about you, sorry if yours wasn’t included :/

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ellewritesfix05 · 4 years

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20/20

Pairing: none

Warnings: playful teasing/bullying (?), extremely mild violence, some language

Word count: 1044 (my longest yet 😅)

A/N: for all my fellow bespectacled beauties, hope you enjoy 💜

📷 credit: to rightful owners

Here’s my full Masterlist if you’d like to read more!☺️

“Bad news, they only had one room available so looks like you’re bunking with us tonight Y/n.” said Sam walking back from the motel’s main office

“Ugh, fine. But I call dibs on the shower, I don’t want you two hogging all the hot water” you replied, stepping out of the backseat of the Impala.

Sam threw the room key your way “Fine, but hurry up, I think I’ve still got shifter in my hair”

“Wouldn’t want to ruin that silky smooth mane huh, Sammy?” chuckled Dean, earning a bitch face from Sam.

Even though you’d only started hunting with the Winchesters 2 months ago, you were quickly becoming one of the family. Still, it made you a bit nervous to share a room with the brothers, especially since you’d managed to avoid it so far. Now though, they’d see another version of you; the hidden, slightly blind, snoring version of you.

Oh well, bound to happen some time, you thought to yourself. Once inside the room, you made a beeline for the bathroom carrying your duffle so you could shower right away.

“So, uh, I can share with Y/n if you want” Sam said entering the motel room.

“Nah, I’ll share with her, you sleep like a tornado I don’t want you crushing her in her sleep” Dean said nonchalantly, hoping to not hint away his excitement at the prospect of sharing a bed with you.

In fact, both Winchester brothers were hoping you’d choose them. Over the past 2 months, both Sam and Dean had managed to develop crushes on you. Although neither would admit it to you, or each other for that matter, especially given how their track record with women wasn’t exactly rainbows and sparkles. As Sam opened his mouth, witty rebuttal in mind, he was interrupted by the bathroom door opening.

“Yes, I’m wearing glasses. Yes, they’re big and funny looking. And yes, you say something and I will kick you right in the jewels.” You said putting your duffle down on the bed to your left.

Sam and Dean gave each other a confused glance, trying to not seem the least bit amused by your statement. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but now that you bring it up. You need glasses?” Dean smiled at you.

“Kinda, I mainly use contacts but at night these things gotta come out”

“It’s okay, they’re kinda cute actually, can I see them?” Dean reached out to take the large spectacles off your face, your reflexes just a second too slow to stop him. He put them on his own face and winced at the sudden change in focus “Wow, you really are blind!”

“Give them back Dean” you said, holding your hand out impatiently.

“Wait, I wanna see!” chuckled Sam. You reached out to try and take the glasses but Dean held them out of your reach, where Sam took them to try them on too.

“No fair, you two are bigger than me. Give them back!”

“You’re right, I’m s- oh my god how are you such a good hunter with such a terrible eyesight” laughed Sam putting on the glasses

“Alright, you had your fun, give them back. I’m warning you” you said in an exasperated tone.

“Awe, she’s so adorable when she’s mad” said Dean jokingly. He placed his hand on your shoulder, which was his mistake. You grabbed Dean’s wrist and quickly twisted it around behind his back, causing him to turn which you took to your advantage to trip him down with your foot. Dean landed hard on the floor, followed by you still holding on to his wrist, knee pressing down on his back to hold him down.

“Ow, what the hell Y/n!” growled Dean. You twisted his wrist a little more causing him to scream out in pain.

“Sam, put the glasses on the table or I break your brother’s wrist” you said calmly. “Don’t do it Sam! I can take it” Dean muttered through gritted teeth, which only prompted you to place more pressure on his back and wrist, eliciting a low hiss.

“Okay, okay! There, back on the table see?” Sam set the glasses down, and held his hands up. Even though he thought it hilarious that his brother was getting his ass kicked by you, he could tell from the look in your eyes that you weren’t joking about hurting Dean’s wrist. You immediately let go and hopped back up to your feet to retrieve your glasses, smiling in victory. Dean got up, panting in relief and, if he was being completely honest, a little turned on by your strong, albeit violent, reaction. He looked at Sam who was smirking mockingly at him. “Not a word, Sam” Dean pointed a finger at his brother.

“I didn’t say anything,” laughed Sam.

Dean walked towards the end of his bed, where you were going through your duffle bag, back facing him and Sam. “Hey, um, sorry about the glasses thing. I shouldn’t have done that” Dean sat down on the bed next to your bag. You looked sideways at him and gave him a warm smile. “It’s okay, I’m sorry I almost broke your wrist”

“Pfft, you didn’t almost break my wrist. I was just letting you hold me down. I could’ve gotten up if I wanted to.” snorted Dean. “Really? Huh, had me fooled what with all the growling and hissing” you winked at him, to which Dean rolled his eyes playfully.

“So…” started Dean “who do you wanna share a bed with?”

“No one, you and Sam are going to share with each other and you’re not going to argue because now you know I can kick your ass” you smiled at Sam and Dean before moving Dean’s bag to the other bed. Sam was about to argue but stopped himself when he remembered how easily you took his brother down.

“Alright, good night boys. You better not wake me up unless it’s an emergency.” you said as you got comfortable in your bed. Turned towards the wall, you couldn’t see the boys silently share a look but you knew; the big bad Winchester boys were now scared of you, a thought which warmed your so-called blind heart.

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kansas-road · 4 years

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Chapter 38 A Long Road Travelled.

Another Chapter is out !

Charlie is truly in dyer straits now and with no options in sight, its anyone's guess what will happen next..

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11600874/38/

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tinkerbellbleu · 4 years

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“...in my dreams, I can still hear Sam’s voice and the closing of the trunk, the sound echoing down the years as if it were the door slamming shut on any chance of a normal life. For any of us.

There have been oceans of pain and rivers of blood and we've lost so much. Friends. Family. Innocence. Sanity. Even our souls.

Looking back, sometimes I wonder, if I knew then what I know now, would I change it if I could? I'd love to say no, that I wouldn't change a thing, that it was all worth it in the end… but I guess I'll leave that for you to decide.

Welcome to the Winchesters.”

Find me as TinkerbellBleu on FFNet and Ao3!

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followafallingstar · 2 months

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How you meet Lucifer- Idalia

Summary: While enjoying your own little made up sanctuary you encounter a rather annoying archangel that is without your knowledge also devil himself. While trying to get him to leave he realizes that maybe he wasn’t so doomed after all.

Pairing: Lucifer/reader, Lucifer/witch

Disclaimer: none

Maybe it was the annoying voice of your sister Goldmarry that had caused you to wander off into the forest, a bit too far away from the house that also doubled as a shop that you and your three sisters shared for centuries. You can’t remember how you had even gotten to the point where time had slowly slipped out of reach. Stuck in the same body as when you just had turned eighteen. You walk along the green bushes, the dirt sticks to your black kitten heels, maybe not the best choice for taking a walk but considering you don’t feel that kind of pain, you never thought about shoe choices.

They were all the same after all. Something pretty, inconvenient, and shiny. You reached a field covered in red roses, your work that you were proud of and the coverage the large trees gave the area made it even more special, your little world surrounded by the flowers you adore the most but then again there was nothing that magic couldn’t do. Just the snap of your finger and the sky turned soft pink, a resemblance to your magic, the color covering the trees and the field into a small bowl before slowly replacing the moon with its burning counterpart.

You lie down on a hill, your gaze flickered to the not-so-real sun up above, sunbathing, not realizing that a pair of interested eyes were watching you. He had been standing against the tree for almost five hours, long before you had even set foot into the forest. Even after his release from the cage he still couldn’t make up his mind why exactly his father loved these creatures so much, humans, weak, Good for nothing yet he couldn’t deny that the world they lived in was beautiful, almost rivaling his former home up high in the heavens. And then there was suddenly you who disturbed his little thought bubble, walking into the field that he thought could be unshared for at least days but as you changed the setting his interest was instantly caught.

A curious little thing he hadn’t seen in a while, a witch most definitely but not like Rowena, not so loud, not so irritating. Silent, innocent, yet feisty and quite the sight, the most beautiful he had ever seen if he would be honest. He moved closer, hoping that his magical energy wouldn’t alert you but since you hadn’t moved an inch he continued, crouching down behind you.

You could feel something silky touching your arms, jumping up in surprise you turned around and were met with a tall, blonde, middle-aged man with blue eyes and behind him huge white wings that had a few bald spots and dark stains as if they were burned. Your eyebrows raised “What the fuck?”. He chuckled, an amused smile was plastered on his face as he observed you. “Language, little thing” You frowned as he called you little. What was this overgrown bird talking about? “How did you get in?”

He stayed still at your question as if not understanding what you meant but when you pointed to the night sky his head tilted and the smile was back. “Oh, that? I was already here before you did your magic trick” He was slowly getting on your seven trillion nerves and you spat out. “Get out, Angel. I don’t like birds” His smile vanished and his hand was about to touch your throat ready to tear you into pieces. Insults never quite sit right with him especially not coming from a human but before he could get a grip on you his whole movement stopped.

“Repeat yourself” He demanded. He was always sure that because of his loyalty to his father, he would never be blessed with a gift. Not that he wanted one, or that was what he had always told himself when his siblings taunted him about the topic of a mate. He could remember the words they said to him.

Lucifer will never find his mate.

Please, as if the abomination would ever be loved by anyone other than those pesty demons.

And the one that had hit the deepest, left out of the mouth of his own older brother.

My brother doesn't have a mate. He is not worthy of one.

“I said, I don't like angels, get out!” you were about to light him on fire with holy fire but he had gotten a hold of your already burning hand. He was silent and his uncomfortable stare made you shut up either. You let the flame disappear and look up to the ungodly big mass of muscle that closed you and him off from the outer world, unknowing that this little move was a test to know for certain if he did end up finding that little thing that he should have fallen for instead of his pride. And you did not disappoint.

A tiny genuine smile that he tried to hide appeared and he asked “Your name, little witch?”. You weren't sure if you should even answer this strange angel that had gotten too close to your body and your ability to cause a wildfire. You whisper while your eyes dart towards the side of his wing, avoiding his now soft and gentle demeanor “Idalia”.

“Behold the sun, how fitting” He whispers back.

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bellarke-deserved-better · 4 years

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Angels Among Us: Bellamy Blake x Clarke Griffin

Hi! So originally I was going to post this as a single imagine, but I think I want to make it more into a short book type thing. Let me know your thoughts and I hope you guys enjoy:)

BELLARKE AU I’M SO IN LOVE WITH THIS FIC, I can’t wait for you all to read more.

Summary: A vicious war between angels and demons has raptured the planet and the human race. Angels no longer being the guardians of the human race, most have turned against the humans; but when Bellamy Blake, a fallen angel, meets a woman, Clarke Griffin, in search of her brother, he vows his life to help her find him.

Word Count: 2.9k

Angels Among Us: (Part 1/?)

Clarke Griffin

“Oliver!” Clarke called out into the world as she was drug backward down into the bunker under the ground. “No! No, no, no!” she screamed out, flailing her body around trying to get away from the two men that were bringing her back into the foyer. “Let go of me Miller! My brother is out there, you sons of bitches. Let me go!” she screamed as tears fell from her eyes and her heart fell from her chest. Miller and Lincoln keep soft hold on her arms in case she tries to run again. Soon enough she was sobbing and her body just went limp, she sank to her knees and her head fell into her hands.

“Clarke, please. It is too dangerous out there,” Raven whispered as she fell to the ground along with her and engulfed Clarke in her arms. Raven was her best friend, the one thing she had left. They have known each other since they were seven and they escaped the fallout of war together. They really had seen it all, and it broke Clarke’s heart into millions of pieces that she now had to leave her. “No,” Clarke thought to herself, “no, I’m going to find Oliver and we will come right back here.” She knew it was likely that wasn’t how it was going to happen, honestly she knew she would probably either end up dead or a slave; but it was her baby brother, she couldn’t just not look for him. Sitting there doing nothing felt worse than him just being gone. She had never in her life felt so defeated than in that moment. Her heart ached at the thought of her brother being pawned between angels and demons and enslaved for the rest of his life. The world had fallen apart, demons and angels invaded the Earth almost three years ago; killing most humans in an ugly war. The ones who weren’t dead or safe in a doomsday shelter were the most unlucky of all though. The demons enslave the humans to work for and follow them, and well the angels, they are no longer the protectors of the human race. No one really knows what happened. Why they stopped protecting the humans from the horrors the demons inflicted on them. Some angels have become traitors to their kind and hunt for the demons, turning the humans over and being rewarded for it. The world is messed up. Gone to shit, nothing matters anymore, not to Clarke. The only thing that matters is finding Oliver, saving Oliver. She swore to herself she would die before she stopped looking for him, and so the journey began.

She did have a plan, she was getting out of the bunker tonight, and she was not going to stop until she was on the other side of that door. As time ticked by and it got later, she planned her escape: get to med wing, get some anesthetics, knock the two guards at the door out and leave. She was confident in her plan, no one watched med wing at night, that would be the easy part. She is kind of small, and taking on two guards at the door could be the element of her plan where she may not succeed. She knew this as she crept out of the room she shared with six other people. As the door closed behind her she started to wonder if this was the right thing. Leaving Raven and all the others? Was it really a good idea? She snapped herself out of her thoughts. This was her brother, it might not have been a good idea, but this wasn’t about ideas. It was her only choice.

As she left the med wing she made her way through the bunker and her thoughts ran wildly through her head about what would happen once she was on the other side of the door. No one would risk coming after her, it was too dangerous and there weren’t many humans left, so they really wouldn’t risk it. She knew that if she got in trouble, no one was coming for her. But none of the terrifying thoughts ever caused her feet to stop moving closer to that door. As she came to the steel door outside the foyer she planned her strategy a little before just lunging at the guards. She would knock on the big steel door and come up with an excuse to talk to whichever guard answered. Her best guess is that Miller and Monroe would be working the night shift, she could get Monroe down easy but Miller would be a challenge. He always pushed Clarke to fight harder during their training, telling her she needs to channel her anger into something else or she is going to always lose fighting with too much passion. After she had baited the hook she would inject the anesthetic as quickly as she could and run like her life depended on it, it kind of did. Taking a deep breath, she moved her hand from her side and knocked lightly on the door a few times. A few seconds passed before the door swung open and Miller’s face appeared. She mentally grinned at the fact she knew Miller would be here, it makes her plan even easier. Peering around his shoulder she saw Monty sitting on the barrel in the middle of the foyer, piece of cake. She muttered to herself in her head, knowing Monty wouldn’t put up a fight, not against her.

“It’s late, Clarke, what are you doing here?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow at her, suspicion filling his face. Shit, she thought quickly.

“Yeah I didn’t get the shift schedule for next week, could you get me one please?” She asked, glaring up at him, suspicious eyes now squinting as he nodded his head lightly and started to rotate himself. Once his back was fully to her, she knew it was time to go. She quickly ran up behind Miller and jabbed the anesthetic into his arm, letting out a light sigh as he fell to the ground. Monty stood quick with attention and fear filled his face.

“Clarke, what are you doing?” He asked, confusion in his voice very heavily palpable. She looked up from Miller lying on the floor.

“Monty, I don’t want to hurt you and I don’t want to have to use one on you,” Clarke started as Monty looked at her, sadness creeping into his eyes, “I have to try to save my brother. If it were your sister, would you just stay here?” She questioned, a ping of sadness taking over her voice, “I feel like I can’t breathe, he’s my baby brother and I’ve been put on my ass while he’s out there. I have to go, Monty.” She finished, letting out a deep sigh and her mouth slightly falling apart.

“If you leave you’ll die,” he snapped at her, anger sounding through the warning he was giving her, “you’ll die, Clarke!” he yelled and her head fell in guilt. It was killing her friends that she was putting her life at risk, but she didn’t have a choice. Oliver was the only family she had left, and honestly, it might not just be the fact that he is her brother. She knows it plays a huge role, but she really believes if it was any one of her people out there she would go in search of them.

“He’ll die if I don’t try to find him!” she spat back at him, a single tear falling from her eye as she looked back at him, “please, just let me go. I have to try…” the words barely left her mouth in a crack as her throat got tight and more tears began to swell in her eyes.

“Okay, Clarke,” he said and dropped his head to stare at the ground, “we all love you. Please, just don’t die,” Monty said to her as he moved to give her a hug. She quickly wrapped her arms around him and inhaled sharply.

“Thank you,” she whispered before pulling apart for him and walking up the ramp towards the door. Monty’s eyes followed here as she ascended to the air-lock door and the keypad buzzed and turned green. Soon enough she had disappeared through the door and into the bloodcurdling outside world.

Bellamy Blake

Broken. That was the only word Bellamy could think of to describe himself. He was betrayed and abandoned by his people, his angels, technically, and now he has nothing. Wandering the Earth forever outcast and alone. He didn’t believe in this war, or what they were doing to the humans. This had been their home, and they had to watch it be destroyed and their families and friends be slaughtered or enslaved. It wasn’t fair to them, and he knew that. That was what ultimately got him banished from his home forever. Earth wasn’t their home, and after the final battle of the war ended, everyone, except for the few scouts that had just as well betrayed their people and been cast out. They scouted for humans to turn over to the demons, and a ticket back home for good work. Once an outcast angel had provided a sufficient amount of work to the demons, they were able to go home, no longer fallen and outcast. They were taking the people Bellamy and all of his friends used to protect and handing them over to be enslaved. It brought him nothing but shame, he had been cast out, but how had they all fallen so far? How had they gotten to this point? He questioned himself as he wandered through the trees, looking for an answer to his question. Looking at the ground, he thought to himself, we can do better than this, head hanging low, shame filling his face, and sadness filling his heart. It was then he decided to get his penance for everything he had helped destroy, he wanted to at least try to do right by the humans. When he was created he vowed his life to protect the humans, and became a traitor not only to his kind, but to himself as well, he was going to carry out his mission until he couldn’t anymore. With nothing else to lose, what else could he do? The human world was gone, they were all in hiding, and he was here; walking around looking for someone to save.

As he continued his trek through the forest Bellamy let his thoughts run free, wondering what he could actually do for the humans. He knew that there were some who had made it to doomsday shelters, but he knew where none of them were. So even if he did find someone, where would he take them to be saved? There was nowhere safe on the surface that he knew of, he could look for the shelters but it could take years to find even one in the rubble from the destroyed cities and places around. The reality of the situation was starting to get to him; he was on Earth trying to save humans from his own kind because he and everyone like him betrayed their oath and turned against them. There was reasoning behind it, but that is no matter for right now. All that matters is Bellamy helping someone, anyone he can. As if his prayers were answered, no pun intended, he felt something near him. He could not see anyone, but he knew there was someone out here with him. He inhaled slightly and shut his eyes, trying to figure the direction the feeling was coming from, but he had no luck. This energy was different from other humans he had felt, it was a bit darker, there was a lot of sadness and worry emitting itself from the energy. The feeling it brought him caused his eyes to open quickly and he had to shake it off, it brought a new feeling to him as well. One he could not put a name to; the best way he could think to explain it would be warm and full. His whole body relaxed in the up right position that he was standing in and he looked around once more, now even more set on his course to find this human. The only issue is that they could be any direction around him, and he had no idea which way to go. As if a sign, he heard a branch snap behind him and to the left, turning on his heels and heading straight towards it. Walking toward the noise he felt the energy from earlier and knew he was going in the right direction, rewarding himself a small smirk at his expertise. He looked around in all directions, trying to catch any glimpse of the human he was tracking. The energy continued to get stronger and stronger, but he still saw no sight of anyone, he was growing confused and kind of agitated. He had walked through the woods for at least fifteen minutes and found nothing, no one. It was beginning to frustrate him, the energy was so close but he saw no one.

He continued on for a few more minutes, huffing as his frustration built to anger in the presence of the feeling that continued to ignite inside him. Finally he decided to stop, this was becoming very bothersome and too redundant. He slightly stomped his foot into the ground and did a full turn to take in the surroundings. Whoever was out here was close, he could feel them even more now. There was no one evident. He was becoming very tired, spotting a few fallen trees to his left, he decided to arrange them into some sort of shelter. It was going to drain even more of his energy but he felt this the only way to keep track of the human; the energy stopped moving when he had, it made him wonder. He figured sitting and waiting to feel it move again could be the best idea. He made his way over to the rubble of trees and slightly huffed as he picked a tree up from the ground. It didn’t get very far before a loud bang ripped through his surroundings and a bullet pierced his left arm, causing him to drop the tree he was moving. He fell straight to the ground and grabbed his arm where the bullet had been placed. FUCK, he though, but didn’t let the words past his lips. It hurt, but he would be okay, even more weak now, but he would survive. As soon as he realized he was thinking he was pulled from his thoughts. Someone shot him, and it was then he heard light footsteps approaching from behind him. The human was here, they had shot him, and as soon as he thought that he felt a gun against the back of his head. Great. He thought, this, this would kill him. Bullets to the brain are the power plug for angels, he was assuming whoever had the gun to his head knew that.

“I saw you move the tree,” the voice came out lightly. It was a woman, he realized. “I know what you are, and if you don’t answer my questions I will put a bullet through your head.” She finished speaking sternly and it caused Bellamy to drop his head with a small smile. She was brave, that was for sure.

“I’ll help you, with whatever you need. I promise.” He replied with a promise in his voice that he felt caused her to falter in her vow to kill him. Before he could think about it much more she slid the gun around to the front of his head and he saw her face for the first time. Bright blue eyes, elegant blonde hair, and a strained look engraved into her eyes.

“Why have you been following me?” She spat without a second for Bellamy to comprehend much else.

“I promise, I wasn’t trying to hurt you,” he began to explain herself to him. “I just want to help.” He finished, but as soon as he did there was a light rumble that went through the ground. It started to get more intense as the seconds passed, he knew what it was, and it wasn’t good. He quickly jerked his head, looking around for anywhere he could find to get him and the woman out of sight. He spotted a dip in the forest and spoke back up very quickly.

“Okay, I know you have questions,” he started as the woman began to look around, worry filling her face, “and I promise I will answer them. But right now, we need to get out of here. Or we’re both going to die. I don’t want that.” He confessed and she dropped the gun. He got a sudden feeling of relief from her that he hadn’t felt before, maybe she believed him.

“What is it?” she questioned as Bellamy stood and started walking towards the lower ground.

“It’s a retrieval party, the movement in the ground is the animosity the Earth feels when the demons and angels are in close proximity.” He said as they made their way through the small valley to a cave in the ground. “The demons are coming to retrieve the humans that were found in the last few days,” he finished and suddenly felt the woman’s presence moving away from him. He pivoted his body around in her direction, she was running toward the party.

Oh no, here we go. Save the humans. He thought as he willed himself to save her.

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supernaturallyobsessedchic · 3 years

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The Little Girl

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Square: Never Been Kissed ( @supernatural-jackles tell me a story bingo)

Pairing: Jensen x adopted!child!reader

Summary: The Reader is adopted by Jensen and his family after a tragic event in her life. Soon after being adopted, she begins to learn what a family really does.

Warnings: Angsty-ish, child abuse/neglect (implied?), religion is mentioned in here (if you have your own belief, that’s fine we’re all different. It’d be boring if we’re the same.), there will be feels in this both fluffy and sad. You might have happy tears, who knows. Song inspired fic, song fic since the lyrics are in this.

Word Count: 1,840

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a/n: Inspired by the song The Little Girl by John Montgomery. I can’t italicize the lyrics; it’d look a bit weird and mess with the flow of your reading.

a/n2: probably not what one would expect for a “never been kissed” square. But I kept hitting a block with the typical, and this one came to me. Hope ya’ll enjoy nonetheless. :3

Her parents never took her to church. Never spoke of his name, never even told her of his word.

Her parent’s weren’t really believers. Her dad drank all day, her mom did drugs. Every night her dad would go out drinking. Her mom would be passed out in the chair as Y/N sat on the couch watching TV.

They never wanted to play. Or give kisses and hugs.

And the drinking and the fighting, just got worse every night.

Behind their couch, she’d be hiding. Praying for it all to stop.

And like it always does, the bad got worse. With every slap, and every curse.

Until her dad in a drunk rage one night, used a gun on her mom. And then took his life.

Some people from the city, took the girl far away. To a new mom and a new dad.

. . .

The caseworker drove young little Y/N up to her new home.

“This family is going to be good to you.”

“Not like my old family?”

“Nothing like them, they’re new parents to one of their own kids. And once they heard your story, they wanted you.”

She sat in the back seat, smiling, wondering how it was going to be like? Who her mom and dad were?

He pulled up to the house, parking it and turning off the car. He gets out to get her things from the trunk, and he stops by her door to help her out.

She picked up her backpack, and turned to see a fancy house.

Suddenly feeling nervous, she swallowed and mustered up whatever courage she had and followed her caseworker to the house.

The caseworker rang the doorbell.

She could faintly hear a women on the other side. “She’s here.”

She sounded excited.

The door opened, she found a man, a woman and small girl standing before her.

“Hi, Chris?” the man asked.

“Yes, you must be Jensen?”

“I am, this is my wife Danneel and my four year old daughter JJ.” Jensen says, introducing his family. “This must be Y/N?”

She nods, shying behind the caseworker.

“It’s okay sweetie, you’re safe here. This is your new home?” Jensen says, getting down to her level.

“How about we have a little tour, warm up to your new family?” Chris, her caseworker suggests.

The little girl nodded, following Chris inside the house as Jensen showed her around.

That night, dinner went off without a hitch. Sure she was quiet, but she was still a bit shy. But now it was the time for her and her new little sister to go off to bed.

She gone off to her room, getting her night gown on. Heading to her bathroom that her and JJ shared. Danneel helping JJ make sure she was brushing her teeth alright, Y/N grabbed her toothbrush and began cleaning her teeth.

Danneel taking a hairbrush she brushed the girls’ hair.

She could see Y/N tense. She didn’t know what she was doing at first. Danneel continued to brush her hair, cautiously.

She could see her relax as she continued to brush.

“Your parents never did this, did they?” she asked kindly.

Y/N shaking her head as she brushed her teeth.

Danneel held back warm tears that threatened to surface.

What else have these parents not done for her? she wondered.

Once they’ve finished they went off to their respected rooms. Danneel walking JJ to her room, JJ wanting a story. Y/N headed to her room.

She was about to get herself settled when Jensen and Danneel entered.

“Busy day so far, huh?” Danneel asked.

She nods. “mm-hmm.” She hummed quietly.

“Tomorrow we can have a lazy day, all four of us, just relax and maybe even play outside a little bit. The weather’s supposed to be nice.” Jensen says.

“What do you play?” she asks innocently.

“We could do, tag, or hide and seek, or whatever JJ comes up with.” Jensen chuckles.

“Could you teach me?”

“You never played before?” Jensen asked.

She shook her head innocently.

Jensen’s jaw clenched as he fought back tears of his own.

“We’ll teach ya tomorrow. It’ll be fun.” He says with a smile.

Bending over he gives her a sweet kiss atop her head. Danneel following suit.

She laid there staring up at them with wide eyes.

“Get some sleep sweetheart, you had a busy day.” Jensen says, brushing her hair from her face.

Y/N nodded. Feeling herself grow sleepy, she let her eyes fall closed.

Jensen and Danneel smiled softly as they shut her light off, left her door open slightly letting the hall light in. And went back down to the living room.

It was getting close to Jensen and Danneel to head to bed themselves.

Just as he shut the TV off they heard a sniffle from the dark hallway. Seeing their new daughter stand in the hall, holding her blanket as she rubbed the tears from her eyes.

“Sweetie, what’s wrong?” Danneel asked.

“What’s got you crying?” Jensen follows up, as they both got up to go to her.

“Bad dream.” She cries.

“Everything’s okay sweetheart, you’re safe.” Jensen consoles, rubbing up and down her arm.

The little girl nods but couldn’t stop crying as a slight tremble shook through her. Jensen felt it.

Jensen without hesitation picked her up, holding her close. Walked back to the couch, sitting down with her in his lap.

“What are you doing?” the little girl asked?

“You never been cuddled before?”

She shook her head against Jensen’s chest.

He only held her tighter.

“Well I’m holding you, making you feel safe. It’s something parents should do to help their kids feel safe after a nightmare, being scared, or even if their kid is having a bad day.”

She nods against him.

Danneel sat beside Jensen, sandwiching the little girl between them.

“It wouldn’t hurt to stay up just a little bit longer.” She says.

Jensen nodding as he places a comforting kiss atop their daughter’s head.

The little girl slowly adjusted to her new family. Getting kisses and hugs every night. Even getting one from her little sister.

Fourth of July with the family was a struggle for a moment. The loud noises sounding an awful lot like gun fire.

She ran inside, crying.

JJ the only one noticing. She followed her big sister into the house. Finding her behind a couch in the family room, crying.

“Sissy what’s wrong?” JJ asked.

“It’s like the night my mom and dad died. It sounds like the gun he used.”

“Your daddy used a gun?”

Y/N nodded tearfully.

“Well our daddy is not like that. Come on sissy, come back outside.” JJ tells her. encouraging her to come with her. Only to get a fearful shake of her sister’s head. And more tears.

She let out a fearful sob.

JJ took it upon herself to comfort her big sister. She got behind the couch with her, sitting in front of her, she kissed the top of her sisters head while cradling it. Having short arms she couldn’t wrap her sister in her arms not like how her dad does.

“JJ?” Jensen calls. “Y/N?”

The stifled cries from Y/N gave them away.

Jensen found the couch where she hid, to find JJ holding Y/N’s head in a hug.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sissy’s scared of the fireworks.”

Jensen having the gut feeling he knew why she was.

“Why are you scared honey?” He asks anyway.

“It sounds like his gun.” She says with her head on her knees.

Jensen’s heart sank.

“It’s okay honey, we’ll get you through this. How about you hang out inside for a bit. Okay?”

Y/N nodded.

“We can play in here, or we can watch movies in the movie room?”

“Okay.” She says. JJ and Y/N getting up to the movie room and watching movies.

The little girl made so many friends at her new school. One of her friends took her to church one Sunday for the first time.

Sitting in Sunday school, the teacher walked in.

The little girl saw a picture of Jesus on the cross.

“I know that man, up there on the cross.” She says.

“Oh?” the teacher asks.

She nods. “He was there in my old house, and he held me close to his side. As I hid there behind our couch, the night my parents died.”

She told the teacher her story. Her old mom and dad, tainted with sin, neglecting her.

“But everything is fine now. My new mom and dad, they give me kisses and hugs every day. We play almost every day. Dad plays on TV; he plays a guy who fights monsters with his brother. My dad is a hero.”

“What about your new mom?”

“She brushes my hair every night, her and dad make me feel safe. She’s dad’s sidekick.”

Some kids giggled. The teacher even chuckled.

“That’s sweet honey, how about for the first bit of class, we draw our superheroes. It could be Christ Himself, or your parents. Let’s do that and you can take it home to show everyone.”

The teacher let the kids be and draw away.

Y/N’s friend’s parent’s dropped her off back home.

“How was church honey?” Danneel asked as she waited outside for her.

“It was good, we drew our superheroes in Sunday school.” She says holding up a picture. Drawn in crayon and marker.

Jensen walked through the door outside, stepping beside Danneel wrapping an arm around her.

“How as church kiddo?”

“Good, I was telling mom I drew my superheroes.” She says.

Jensen peered over Danneel’s shoulder. Seeing the same drawing.

Of stick figures, one with Dad under it, wearing a cape with an S on it. Symbolizing Superman.

He saw another stick figure, the word Mom under it. Wore a skirt and a cape with a S on it as well.

Under the both of their stick figures, she wrote in big letters as big as they would fit on the paper, Thank you.

Jensen walked around, picking up Y/N, hugging her close. Danneel joining in the hug as she hugged her and Jensen as close as she could.

“We love you so much sweetheart, and you’re most welcome.” Jensen says, holding back the tears.

She smiled against him as her parents held her close.

At first growing up, she never knew what it was like to be loved, to be given a kiss or a hug. To be cuddled, or let alone held in a loving and cuddling way.

Now she doesn’t have to worry about another fight. She doesn’t have to worry about her dad going off drinking, when he’s always home with his family. She doesn’t have to worry about her mom doing drugs to get through the day, when her mom just needs to see her girls smile, to hear her girls laugh to make her day better.

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