#adamxreader

[angelslittlewritingcorner]

Could we get a headcanon with Adam and a shy reader ? I loved your writings btw ♡

Yes of course and thank you :)

I hope you enjoy it

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Warnings: none just fluff

Adam with a shy reader headcanon

He wouldn't realise at the beginning that the reader has a crush on him. The man is not the most attentive when it comes to that.

He's THE first man, of course everyone likes him, but not someone as inconspicuous as Y/N. Ridiculous

Since Y/N wouldn't approach him because she's shy, it takes quite a while for the two of them to even have a conversation.

In fact, Lute or one of the other exorcists would notice that Y/N is always staring over and reach under her arms

Adam is loud and makes a lot of naughty jokes, which Y/N just smiles at and rarely comments on

Gradually, Y/N becomes more relaxed in his presence and starts to talk to him a little more. This is a small victory for Adam ….but why?

In the time that he has got to know Y/N more, he has not even realised how he has fallen in love with her.

But when he realises his feelings, he starts to "woo" her. Well, in his own way.

Which doesn't really go down well and leads to Y/N distancing herself from him again.

Lute keeps nagging him and has to give him advice because he's being so clumsy

On her advice, he tries a quiet date. A walk or something to eat. He personally finds walking boring, but hey, if it helps, he'll do it

On the date, he can no longer contain himself and confesses his feelings. How else is he supposed to get her round? She's always hiding in her shell

Is surprised that she says yes straight away

Y/N is dying inside and is very relieved that Adam asked her out because she wasn't sure she ever could have.

They spend more time together (and neglect Lute's Trainings which will cause trouble) and Y/N becomes even more relaxed with him

She isolates herself from other people when she doesn't know them and "hides" a bit behind Adam and his big mouth

He thinks it's cute, she's rather embarrassing

Adam won't let anyone make fun of her. Nobody, not even Lute, has the right to do that

He is very relieved that Y/N and Lute get on well together

They cuddle a lot, but haven't got any closer than that because Y/N shies away from it.

He has decided to take things slowly

He is happy that she is with him and is slowly opening up more and more to him

[hazbinwhoree]

can you write a AdamxReader where the reader is a demon who works for val?

With a little smut beginning but the reader gets a trauma response? and Adam comforting them and reassuring them that he isn’t mad that they needed to stop and comforting that he isn’t just after sex with them! (sorry if I wrote this weird idk how to write my IDEAS)

PTSD

A/N: TW for implied sexual assault

(Name) and Adam had been in a secret relationship for a few months now. Secret, seeing as he was an angel and she was a demon. But they made it work.

(Name) worked for Val, or rather, her soul was owned by Val, and she’d met Adam when the Vee’s had a meeting with him. Vox wanted to strike a deal where Adam would kill Alastor during the next extermination.

Val noticed Adam eyeing (Name) and offered her as compensation if Adam could get the job done. Adam looked rather taken aback at such an offer, deals as shady as this were not made in Heaven, and said he’d think about it.

Val said he could have (Name) for an hour to think about it. Adam knew exactly what he meant by that, and it made him a little nauseous. Still, he was left alone with her.

Her, who stared at him in fear, looking like an animal backed into a corner.

“I’m… I’m not going to do anything to you.”

And they spent the hour just talking. When the Vee’s came back, Adam stated his new terms. “I’ll kill Alastor for (Name)’s soul to be released to me.”

Val looked angry and adamantly opposed to the idea, but Vox quickly agreed.

In the months before the next extermination, (Name) and Adam would visit one another on the rare occasions (Name) was able to get away from Val. They’d been together for about four months now, and it was the longest Adam had gone without sex in a minute.

They never went any further than making out, and Adam was okay with moving at (Name)’s pace. He liked her that much.

It was about a month before the extermination and they were making out on the couch in (Name)’s home when she felt his erection against her thigh. Feeling bold, she grinded down in his lap and he groaned. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warned, voice gravelly.

(Name) grinned and grinded down again. Adam bit his lip. He kissed her cheek, then her jaw, moving down to suck on her neck. (Name) sighed contently. One of Adam’s hands snuck up her shirt, groping her chest.

(Name) was enjoying herself, ready to finally go further with Adam as she’d wanted to for months, but then he reconnected their lips and placed a hand on her neck. He didn’t squeeze or anything, but the action caused the reaction that had kept (Name) from acting on her desires for so long.

The hand at her neck, tongue invading her mouth, and erection against her crotch suddenly didn’t belong to Adam as nightmarish flashes of Val and clients played in her head. She pushed against Adam’s chest hard, launching herself off his lap. She fell to the floor and began scrambling backwards, and Adam didn’t know what just happened.

“Fuck, (Name)?”

Adam stood from the couch and (Name) raised her arms above her head like he was going to strike her. Adam was concerned and put his hands up in a disarming gesture. “(Name), it’s me.”

Recognition flashed in (Name)’s wild eyes. “Adam, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I know I initiated and it isn’t fair that I stopped–” Adam cut her off. “Isn’t fair? (Name), you can always say no. I’m sorry I scared you. I shouldn’t have gone so fast.”

“No, I wanted it,” (Name) insisted. “But then… I don’t know. I got triggered I guess.”

Adam carefully approached her, crouching down in front of her. “Because of Val?” he asked quietly. (Name) nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek.

“One more month,” Adam promised. “One more month and you’ll be free. He’ll never hurt you again.”

“But… I won’t be free. You’ll own my soul. Oh god… was that your plan the whole time? Do you just want me for sex?”

Adam shook his head vehemently. “No, babe, of course not. I don’t plan on keeping your soul, I’m going to free you. Plus, I’m pretty sure it’s against like, a fuck ton of rules for an angel to own another soul.”

“Fuck,” (Name) buried her face in her hands. “Of course. I’m so sorry I accused you–” “Hey.”

Adam carefully reached out, taking her hands in his. They were so small in comparison. “Look at me.”

(Name) did, blinking at him through tears.

“I’m not using you for sex, but you have every right to be suspicious. I’m not offended. You’ve been used by everyone in your life and I don’t expect you to trust me at my word that I’m different. I’ll have to prove it to you, and I’m more than fucking fine with that.”

(Name) sobbed, throwing herself into Adam. He caught her and fell on his ass, and they sat there like that for a good five minutes, embracing. Adam’s wings wrapped around them.

“Thank you,” (Name) cried. Adam shook his head. “Don’t thank me for treating you like a person.”

Finally, (Name) calmed down, climbing out of Adam’s lap.

“Fuck,” Adam said, back to himself. “Are the waterworks done? You pussy.” (Name) sniffed and smiled.

There was the Adam she knew best.

[milkteacrumblecake]

All of the stories I have written so far! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

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Ongoing Stoires o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

★ AdamsApple ★

Double Life AU Part 1

❣︎ GuitarHero ❣︎

In every lifetime I will find you AU Part 1

⚡︎ AdamxReader ⚡︎

❤︎ LuciferxReader ❤︎

Completed Stories (‥ºั⌔ºั‥ )

❣︎ GuitarHero ❣︎

🎸~Asking out~⚔️

★ AdamsApple ★

Lucifer is a perverted gremlin

Dust to Dust

The Dirt I come from

This is our last goodbye

A new beginning

Hamster AU

Hamster AU Part 2

⚡︎ AdamxReader ⚡︎

❤︎ LuciferxReader ❤︎

AO3 Stories link

In every lifetime I will find you AU

Double Life AU

AdamsApple & GuitarHero one shots

[ladyravenblack]

AdamXReader fic

Adam was the first man and you were determined to get in his good graces as a new winner. You had been nothing but a saint on earth, even avoided sins of the flesh, and you were certain it gave you a leg up. However he was always surrounded by those pesky angels in their imp like masks. It wasn’t very heavenly of them to be dressing so vulgar.

From the beginning of your arrival in heaven you have been throwing yourself at Adam’s feet, elegantly of course, you were always poised and never had a hair out of place. Something Adam should have been drawn to and yet he always had his eyes on that filthy little toy of his.

Other winners seemed less than fond of your dream man, but he was necessary to your success. Yes heaven was the ultimate goal, but a heaven spent with him? What more could you ever ask for? You deserve this after all your hard work on earth, this should be your prize.

Cornering one of the impish angels you insisted that they take you to Adam, but they just kept that bizarre smiling mask on and never said a word. Whatever, you would do what was needed to get to him. You discarded the angel and adorned her attire, making sure you appeared almost identical to the poor thing.

Meetings with Adam were held frequently and it was no issue attending in your disguise. No one questioned that you stood a little taller or that your hips seemed a bit wider, not even his main angel. You stood in silence, listening to his routine speech of how they would pummel the sinners in the extermination to come. A part of you felt ill, what did he mean? Then again, if Adam says it is necessary then surely it isn’t causing any real harm. And they are only sinners after all.

Afterwards you hunt him down, like a stalking lion about to capture its prey. It was almost too easy the way you slid up beside him and started to talk, ushering his side angel away. The man was pompous, it was clear to see why Lilith and Eve had left but surely under that facade of his was a gentle, caring man.

So you work it from him, constantly slithering into conversations and passing Lute out. He could do better than some fighter angel- he couldn’t possibly want someone who came home smelling like blood and death. No this was a man of great renown! Of power!

“Adam” you pur out his name, fingers making soft circles on the back of his hand, pulling his attention from Lute once again. Her glare is obvious, she’s jealous and that makes you oddly even happier to be winning. “I was thinking- dinner tonight? On the edge of the clouds?” Your voice is wispy, a soft hum to the chorus that always sounded.

He nodded sipping his drink and smashing fries in his mouth, a little uncouth but he is the first man after all, perhaps he just needs taught manners.

“Lute can come too” he speaks with his mouth full, your tight lipped smile straining at the edges as Lute giggles claiming she would love that. Her eyes are hot on your face, she’s clearly winning this part of the game and that is simply unacceptable.

“I was hoping it could be just us..?” You're forcing a soft, sensual tone in hopes of making him want more. Perhaps sin would entice the man to come to you, to be yours. It had Lilith and Eve so perhaps you’re simply using the wrong technique. His eyes shoot to yours, a giddy look in them.

“Yea yea that sounds great I know this private area” he speaks through a mouth full of food still, sipping his drink only to shove more food in his mouth. You have him excited now though, and Lute out of the mix. So what if you played into a certain sin? You already made it into heaven, they can’t kick you out right?

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The meet up is coming closer and closer but time feels much slower. You clip on a pearl necklace and adjust your hair to be perfectly curled before sliding on a soft, knee length, white tea dress. The choice between nude pumps and white flats is a hard one but you decide as the clock ticks closer to the time to go that flats are best. Give him the impression of being much taller, don’t damage his manhood.

A knock at your door tells you he’s here, of course he hasn’t put on anything nice, he’s Adam. His reputation is nice enough. You link your arm with his as he texts nonstop, eyes seemingly glued to the small portable device in front of him. But, again, he’s the first man, he gets more leeway, he just needs to be taught.

You show him how to choose the right fork and how to lay the napkin proper while he rolls his eyes and scoffs.

“You’re not my dad,” he says in annoyance. You nod, stepping away and letting him once again just shovel food down his throat while you politely smile and eat calmly. He simply isn’t used to this.

After dinner he insists on a private location. A spot all to yourselves with no interruption and you agree to a nice park with red roses, his eyes narrowing. You clearly weren’t understanding him despite his efforts to get you to.

You lead him through the gardens, his eyes occasionally straying towards a flower and lingering. Genuine smile stretching his face wide. You had succeeded in giving him a night to remember and it hadn’t even come down to a carnal sin! Once done with the garden he took your hand, willingly and gently he strokes your palm as you both walk towards the winners houses.

“I usually don’t spend a lot of time with others beyond Lute” he sighs out, staring up at the ever changing colorful clouds. You nod in understanding, knowing you’re succeeding in getting him away from her. His laugh fills the air, leaving a warm pit in your belly, a swell of pride in your chest. You had made the first man laugh!

“Yes well this can happen more often” you press him gently, anxious for an agreement as he begins to nod his head when his phone buzzes and the genuine smile seems to fade. He flips the phone open and sighs.

“You know, I think these should be an ordeal more often” he sounds thoughtful as he flips his phone shut, never responding to the message he had gotten. Contentment bubbles inside you as you both go separate ways for the night.

[crinkleshellhole]

imma be horny rq

i feel like Adam [his oneysona to be specific] would LOVE to have his little castle head prong things tugged on while getting frisky with it

or like, you playfully tugging on it and he just pops a boner because of it

god i might just make that into a fanfic lmao

there needs to be more Adamxreader

[mrsconcept]

Can we get an AdamxReader?

But you're like a reincarnation of Eve?

I smell potential angst around these parts. Yeah, I can try this out when I have more energy!

[wwereaderinserts]

Would you be able to do any Adam cole headcanons? (Gf n all that fuzzy stuff and maybe if she also ends up surprise joining UE and what thats like)

Being Adam Cole’s Girlfriend

Never fails to make you laugh

He puts in so much effort to get a laugh out of you

Because he loves seeing that smile of yours

And hearing you laugh

He really doesn’t have to try to get you to snort laugh, though

You’re each other’s biggest supporters

You’re always cheering him on from the sidelines

Whether it’s backstage or at ringside

Adam thinks of you as his own personal cheerleader

And you have no issue with that

You’ll even wear his merch without him asking you to

Has you saved as “Baybay ❤” in his phone

He just can’t help himself

You melt when he first tells/shows you

You’re doubting he’ll ever change it

Joining UE is a spontaneous decision

You approach Bobby, Kyle, and Roderick about it

Just so they’re all in on it

You make them swear not to tell Adam until the night it’s announced

Adam is bemused when they announce a new member

“New member? Since when? First I’ve heard of this. Guess I never got the memo.”

His face is priceless when your music hits and he sees you walking down the ramp

All five of you are grinning from ear to ear

Adam’s amazed at how well you all kept this under wraps

“Your one and only is the latest addition, baybay!”

You have no reservations about this being something that brings you even closer together

[girlwsoftsound]

Shopping Around || Adam Hann Oneshot

Word Count: 2,037 Summary: “Going shopping with Adam!” Author’s Note: I’m alive and posting! I thought it would be fun to remerge with an adorable and cute Adam fic. I absolutely love this one! Be sure to throw in a like or comment if you liked it! I love seeing feedback from you all. Please feel free to read my other work here! Enjoy!

“I hardly think I am allowed in here.”

Giggling, you look to your boyfriend with a soft expression. Adam has always been there for you. He loves following you on every journey you take, staying right at your side to cheer and support you. He also loves hanging out with you during those in-between times, when life does not have a plan for you and you are simply enjoying yourself. Today is one of those in-between days, as you are out and about with Adam in tow at the local mall. Still wanting his close companionship along the way though, you brought him inside the dressing room with you to watch you try on a few dresses. To those outside of your tag-team duo, it looks like funny business is sure to go on because of this. Hell, even Adam is wary of others in this time. He scratches his arm and gazes around the small cubicle nervously. Something about the situation has him distracted from your undressing. You frown.

“Adam, it’s alright,” you assure him. “No one is going to barge in here and yell at you for merely supporting your girlfriend.”

“They will if they think more than ‘support’ is going on,” he mumbles, but you do not catch it. Your eyes are set on a beautiful and shimmery red dress. Putting it on and showing off to Adam is all you care about. Stripping off your shirt, you catch Adam blushing in the corner. It warms your heart, and you throw him a soft smile. He gazes down at his feet.

“Adam, babe, can you hold the dress for me as I undress?”

His face flashes a few deeper shades of red, but he complies. Adam strides forward and grabs the hanger with the red number hanging from it. He waits until you finish dressing down to hold it forward to you. You kiss his cheek as you take the dress from him. A giggle slips from your lips, causing Adam to quirk his eyebrow up at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re so nervous,” you reply. “Look at you, you can barely look me in the eye, silly!”

“Not my fault somebody is being very attractive in front of me in a public space where we’re probably being observed,” he mumbled back, earning an eye roll from you. You get the red dress up onto your shoulders, the straps sliding on nicely. Gazing at yourself in the mirror, you look incredibly stunning. It does not take others telling you so to convince you - it’s a wonderful fit on you. Adam still whistles low and gazes you up and down, impressed with what he sees. You blush. Any assurance of what you already believe, especially at the hands of your loving boyfriend, helps.

“Like what you see?”

“You’re always so beautiful, {Y/N}.”

Your face softens. Adam always knows what to say to make you weak in the knees, even months into your relationship. Turning to face him, you take a step forward and kiss him. It’s chaste, a mere peck, but it sends Adam aflame. You swear you catch a twinkle in his eye.

“Don’t you have dresses to get to trying on, love?”

Giggling, you nod and look yourself over in the mirror one last time before peeling the tight number off you.

“I do,” you reply. “If you’re good and do not complain while I try on the rest of what we brought in, perhaps we can go look at that one pet store further down the mall.”

“You’re joking.”

“Be good and see,” you tease, winking now in your underwear. Adam gulps and straightens himself up against the wall, but he tries his best to keep his mouth shut. If keeping quiet ensured his leaving the small cubicle in time, he was willing to hush for as long as you required.

After three more outfits, you are finished. You decide to keep the red dress from the beginning and a blue blouse you paired with the jeans you already had on. Adam follows you to the counter, waiting patiently as you pay, before taking the bags for you. He follows you like this even outside of the shop, when you stop to buy a candle and browse through a shoe store. Not a word is spoken by him, just as you told him. He plays nice.

That is, until you walk towards Victoria’s Secret.

“Oh, you are not taking me into there.”

Raising an eyebrow, you look at Adam and smirk. “What did you say? It sounds like you don’t want to go see the pets in the pet store?”

The pout on Adam’s face almost makes you feel sorry for him. “{Y/N}, it’s going to be torturous for me. You know that.”

“All those puppies are going to be so disappointed-”

“Alright,” Adam concedes, visibly unsure of himself. He knows he is going to struggle to hold his tongue in this store, especially with you so keenly watching over him. You believe he is up for the challenge and kiss his cheek. He swallows hard.

The initial walk in is fine. Sure, Adam is gripping hard onto your hand, and you can see him bite his lip when he sees some of the lingerie, but he keeps steady. All is well. Further steps however prove a challenge, especially when Adam catches sight of something he’s never encountered before: a bralette.

“What is this?”

Giggling, you walk over and pick out one of what Adam is gazing upon. It is a cute hot pink bralette - not something you would ever get, but definitely not the worst thing in the store. Holding it up, you tease him by shoving it near his face. Adam blushes.

“It’s a bralette, silly!”

“What is that even supposed to cover?”

You pause. “Are you complaining, Mr. Hann?”

“No!” Stumbling, Adam takes the bralette and tries his best to look comfortable around it. It looks more like he’s painfully forcing the emotion, but it’s cute, so you go with it. “I'm not judging! I'm not! It was a serious question! I want to, er, know it’s function.”

“It’s like a bra,” you say, grabbing it and putting it back on the hanger. “You can wear them as bras if you’re not too busty, but even then, you can sometimes wear them. I usually wear them under shirts where my bra would show to cover them up. It makes clothes look fancier.”

Wide eyed, Adam takes your hand and walks you away from the contraption. He thinks he’s subtle, but you can tell he’s trying to move past the incident. Unfortunately, he walks you both right into the panties section - the crack of any girl who likes sales and cute underwear. You hustle to check out designs. Adam, blushing even more, follows behind awkwardly. You smile at him and hold up a pair with puppies on it for him to see. Though incredibly uncomfortable, Adam cracks a smile back.

“They’re cute.”

“They’re an omen of what’s to come,” you say back, winking. His smile widens. “Oooh, look at these!”

Adam’s smile fades instantly, replaced with his blush and awkward expression. In your hands, staring back at him, is a black thong. He’s no stranger to the item - he’s seen you with them before. However, those were more private situations. Seeing you with one in public, knowing he has to behave himself is next to sinister. His hands dive into his pockets.

“They’re um, ehem, they’re nice.”

You grin up at him. “Pick out your favorite color, Adam. I’ll get them along with the puppy ones.”

Adam opens his mouth to respond, but is stopped by a wave of panic as you start to walk away. He grabs hold of your arm just before you’re out of his reach, pleading at you with desperate eyes to stay. You rub his arm.

“I saw a bra I wanted to try on near the front,” you tell him, kissing his hand. “I figured, instead of putting you through going into the dressing room with me again, you could pick stuff out for me here while you wait.”

He pauses, considering, and then sighs - the sign of giving in. You kiss him on the lips and then run over to do what you need to do. Adam looks at the giant box of panties and turns scarlet. He is counting down the seconds until you return and save him from this misery.

Six minutes and forty-two seconds later, you reappear. You find Adam getting told by a worker how to choose underwear out for a girl. It’s one of the funniest things you have ever witnessed, the poor lad trying his best not to show his emotions yet failing completely. After a few seconds of watching, you walk forward and take Adam’s hand.

“Thank you for trying to help him while I was gone,” you tell her, an older lady with wispy blonde hair. “I’m surprised you didn’t think he was a lost cause.”

The lady grins. “Oh, he’s not too bad. The fact he is willing to learn speaks loads for him. When you’re ready to check out, come see me!”

That is what you do. After taking Adam’s contribution, a beautifully silky black thong even nicer than the one you originally chose, you go up to check out. The lady teases Adam a bit more, but he takes it in stride. You believe it’s perhaps because he is nowhere near the large bunch of panties. As you leave the store, he is almost as good as new. You kiss him to congratulate him. He smiles and grins even bigger when you direct your walking to the pet store. The moment he sees its bright red and blue lights, he’s ecstatic. There are no words for his reaction to the puppies playing in the back of the store in a pen.

“I love this,” he says a few minutes later when he’s sitting on the ground in the middle of them. Five puppies, cute as ever, have him surrounded. You have taken to filming the situation, a smile on your face.

“It’s your prize for being so good while shopping with me today.”

“You’re a blessing, you are.”

“I wouldn’t praise me just yet.”

Adam looked to you in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Well…do you have a favorite of any of these guys?”

He paused, and then - “NO WAY!”

Giggling, you nodded and knelt down. “I’ve had this planned for weeks. I know you’ve wanted a puppy for so long, and since the pet store is in the mall…well, I thought I should have some fun with it.”

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

You kiss him. “Pick our new little friend, babe.”

It is a hard choice, but Adam picks out the perfect furry friend. His name is Pablo, a little golden retriever puppy with floppy ears and a sweet face. Adam holds him in his arms as you pay for Pablo’s new toys, food, and leash and collar. Once paid for, you exit the mall as a group. Adam holds onto Pablo as you both get inside the car, his nose nuzzling the black, wet nose in front of him.

“I’ll never be able to thank you enough for this.”

“Oh, I think I know how you can start.”

Again, Adam is confused. “How so?”

“Well, let’s just say…we explore the use of that silky thong you bought me when Pablo is asleep.”

Adam smirks and reaches to squeeze your hand. “You know what? It’s a deal.”

[fictionalabyss]

Two years in the pit.

Pairing : Adam x Reader, Dean, Sam, Cas

Words : 1620

Adam Milligan had been your best friend, for a good chunk of your life. You were inseparable until high school, but high school changed things. You were with different crowds, and dated other people despite your life long crushes. But when those crowds slowly moved out of your lives you found each other again. And no one was surprised when you started dating.

You had heard he had brothers and had met his father once. You held him when he found out his father was dead, and again when he came home upset that his brother seemed to hate him. You never got their names, but you had remembered his fathers name. John Winchester.

When Adam suddenly went missing over two years ago, You tried to find them. Looked in every phone book you could find, calling every Winchester, but never was able to find Adam, or his brothers. You weren’t the praying type but for Adam, anything. You prayed and begged for anyone who might hear to please send him back to you.

One day, in an old bar, drinking away your troubles, you heard a whisper of a Dean Winchester. You turned to the girl, and asked where to find him, hoping he was a Winchester you were looking for.

She scoffed. “Sorry sweetie, but uh… you aren’t his type.” She laughed with her friends.

You grabbed her hair and smashed her face against the bar. “You’ll tell me where I can find him or so help me god…” you growled out the open threat.

“Okay okay.” she whined, and told you where she had seen him last. Two days ago, about an hours drive. Motel room and all. You dropped money onto the bar and headed for your car, praying he was still there.

An hour and a half later you were pounding on a motel room door. “Please… Please still be here.” you begged. The door opened just enough for a man to look out. “Are you Dean Winchester?”

He furrowed his brows at you. “Who are you?”

“Are you Dean or not? I don’t have time for this.” you growled out.

“Dean… It’s for you.” He turned and walked away from the door, and another man walked up opening it slightly.

“You’re Dean, Dean Winchester?”

“Yeah.” he looked you up and down. “Do I know you?”

“No.” you shook your head. “I’m apparently not your type. But I am someone else’s. Please. Please, tell me you are who I’m looking for. Are you Johns son? Adam’s brother.”

He stared at you for a minute. “How do you know my dad?”

“Where is he… Where is Adam, he’s been missing over two years. Please. You need to help me find him.” Tears burned your eyes.

“You’ve been looking?” he furrowed his brows.

“Since he disappeared. Calling every Winchester I could find listed, hoping maybe, just maybe he was with his brothers. Please. Tell me you know where he is..”

“Shit…” He shut the door and you could faintly hear him talking to the other guy. You leaned against the wall next to the door and cried. You found him. It took two years but you found his brother. Maybe now you would find Adam. When the door opened again, Dean sighed. “You should come in, sit down.” You nodded, wiping the tears from your cheeks and entered the room.

Dean shut the door, then moved to pull out a chair for you across from the other man before he sat down himself. “Uh… this is my brother, Sam. How do you know Adam?”

“We grew up together… he’s… we’ll… Until he went missing, he was my boyfriend. Please, where is he?”

“He uh…” Sam looked at Dean, his eyebrows furrowed up in sadness. “Adam’s dead.” he looked back at you. You shook your head, tears coming back.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” Dean’s voice was soft. “But he is..”

“He can’t be.. He just can’t be, I don’t believe you. I’d know, I’d just know if he was dead.” You were sobbing. They looked at each other again.

“How did you find us?” Sam asked.

“Girl at a bar about an hour away. Said she was with Dean here two nights ago. Bragging about the best lay of her life and how I stood no chance… Until I smashed her face into the bar and she told me where to find you.” Dean laughed, and Sam shot him a look, his face immediately going sombre again. “How did he die? If he’s really dead, at least tell me that.”

They glanced at each other and Dean started to tell you some bullshit story about a car crash. You slammed your fist on the small table and their eyes went wide. “I’ve been looking for over two fucking years! Crying every god damn night! Either tell me the fucking truth or I’ll beat it out of you.” You glared at him hard. “I deserve the truth. Please.” A tear ran down your face despite the hard front you were trying to put on.

Sam sighed. “Alright. Just.. It’s going to sound like a whole lot of crazy. So just listen, alright?” You relaxed your fist, but you were left shaking. Two years and you would finally get answers.

It took a while, but they got through their story. You stared at Sam. “If you were in there too, why are you here?”

“Cas pulled Sammy out.” Dean explained. When you turned to him and furrowed your brows, he leaned back and rubbed the back of his neck. “He’s an angel. He’s pulled me out of hell before and he pulled Sam from the cage.”

“So, you get out but Adam is left there?” You turned to Sam. “What the fuck is so special about you?” You glared.

“I-” he stopped himself. Nothing he could say would make you feel better, and he wasn’t sure how to answer that.

“Call him.” You glared at Dean.

“Who?” He looked confused.

“The angel up your ass, or I swear to god, I will scream his name non stop until he shows up.” He raised an eyebrow. “CAS!” you screamed at the top of your lungs.

“Alright. Jesus.” Dean grumbled. “Cas, can you come here for a minute?”

When you heard a flutter behind you, you turned. “I know you…” You said softly. “I’ve seen you around.”

“Yes. I’ve heard you pray. It’s unusual for a non believer to pray as much as you do.”

“You…” Your fist clenched again as you stood up. “You heard me? You heard me pray for him and ignored it?”

He shook his head. “There was nothing I could do.”

“You could have brought him back!” You screamed at him. “You brought Sam back! Why not Adam!?”

When your fist came up, Dean jumped up. “No, no, don’t! It’ll hurt you and not him.”

But you didn’t punch the angel. Your fist stopped to rest on his chest. “Please…” you begged him with tears in your eyes. “Please just get him out. I need him..” You started to sob and your forehead came to rest on his chest as well, your fist opening long enough to clench around his trench coat. “I don’t care what it takes. I can’t live without him. Please..”

An just like that, he vanished, leaving you standing there, sobbing. You dropped to the floor in a crumpled heap and cried. The brothers weren’t sure what to do. Sam tried to comfort you, while Dean headed out for coffee and food.

When he came back, he put the coffees down and headed for his bag. “Pack up your shit, Sammy, we’re heading out.”

“What?” He looked up from where he was on the floor, holding you while you cried against his chest. “Jobs not done Dean.”

“This is more important. Lets go. You, What’s your name?”

You sniffled and looked up. “Y/n.”

“Y/n, you’re coming with us.”

“Dean, where are we going?” Sam asked getting up.

“Ilchester, Maryland.”

“Il- To the pit? Why are we going to the pit?”

“Cas called.” he turned and looked down at you. “He’s going to try one more trip. No guarantees on what comes out alright. Sammy here wasn’t exactly himself when he came out.”

“He’s really going to try?” Sam helped you up, and you wiped the tears.

He threw his bag over his shoulder. “Yeah, now get your ass in my car, lets go. Sammy, check us out when you’re done. Call someone else in from the car.” He headed out the door and you followed him.

You slept most of the drive. You were exhausted from crying. You woke up to eat, and a few pit stops, but you often quickly fell back to sleep. “We’re here.” You were shaken awake by Sam.

You got out and stretched. You were outside a Covent. “This is the pit?”

“Back there.” Dean pointed and you all started to walk.

When you got closer, you saw two men standing around. One was Cas, the other, “Adam.” you breathed out. Cas said something, and he turned “ADAM!” you yelled and ran to him throwing yourself into his arms. “I’ve missed you.” you cried.

“I wasn’t gone that long, was I?” he chuckled.

“More then two years, Adam. I’ve been looking everywhere.” You looked up into his eyes.

He looked up at Sam and Dean, who were smiling at the happy reunion. “How long have you been out, Sam?” He asked.

“Uh… over two years…” he answered and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Huh?” He stared at his brothers. “So, Sam gets out right away, and I get to rot for over two years? Are you fucking kidding me?”

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Heart’s Possession - MichaelxAdamxfem!reader part 2

Adam and Reader grew up together and were high school sweethearts, after his death and learning about monsters, (Y/N) tries to move on but never forgets her first love. When ten years pass, what will happen when a familiar face appears?

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Adam pulled away, his hands moving up to her cheeks. There was a large grin on his face and his whole body seemed like it was shaking. 

“Oh wow, look at you...” He let out breathlessly, “You’re so beautiful.” 

Emotions got the best of her, little hiccups in between her crying, “H-how? How are you alive? What happened to you?” 

Adam opened his mouth but then closed it, his eyes scanning the area, “Not here.” 

She nodded, swallowing thickly, “Alright, well, uh, we could go to my place or-” Before she could offer another location, the world changed around her instantly and the bustling streets of modern America in the daylight changed to sand and a tent, the Great Pyramid of Giza lit up by spot lights. 

The sudden movement and change in location made her knees buckle, falling back to the ground. Instead of sand, her bottom was met by a soft stool made of colorful fabrics. 

“What was that?!” She shouted. Adam went down on his knees in front of her and held a finger to his lips to shush her. 

“Sorry, shoulda given you a warning.” He let out a hesitant laugh, “We just uh teleported.” 

(Y/N) held her stomach, “I think I’m gonna be sick.” 

“It’s hard to get used to.” He held a hand out to her to help her up. She took the hand and stood, looking out of the opening of the tent. 

“Are we in Cairo?” She asked incredulously, “Egypt?”

Adam came to her side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “Yeah, uh, Michael said it would be safer.” She shrugged his arm off, looking up at the man she once knew so well. 

“Adam, what the hell is going on?” 

He sighed and motioned back to the stool, “You might wanna sit back down.” 

(Y/N) sat back down on the stool and looked up at him expectantly, “So I heard some things at the diner. Like how you were talking to yourself, or I guess, to Michael. The archangel and you smited Lilith and...You said it had been ten years since you had a burger but you’ve been gone for eleven years.” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, “Adam, what’s going on?” 

Adam grabbed a chair from a nearby table and sat down in front of her, “Look, I know it’s hard to wrap your head around. It was strange for me too at first. But it’s true. About ten years ago, I was brought back from the grave to be the vessel for Michael since Dean didn’t want to. And to be fair, I didn’t really want to either. But then Michael explained that it was part of my destiny.” He grinned, “As it turned out, John gave me the ability to be great. To defeat Lucifer, right?” He leaned back in the chair, “Well, then Sam was possessed by Lucifer and we both got thrown in the pit.” 

“The pit?” 

“It’s a cage that was meant to cage Lucifer, but it caged us too.” He explained. She breathed deeply out of her nose and motioned for him to continue. 

“So, we’re in hell, Lucifer was spending time torturing Sam. Michael was praying to God to take him out. And then... One day, Sam was gone.” His jaw tightened, “Another angel, Castiel, took him out. And left me behind. Ya know, Dean and Sam talked a big game about Winchesters sticking together and how we were family and they wouldn’t let anything happen to me. And they left me in Hell to rot. I was in Hell for ten years but ten years is not the same in Hell. From what I counted?” He shook his head and chuckled, “I was in hell for over a thousand years. Waiting. Waiting for my family to save me.” He looked up at her, “But then Hell opened up. And we were free. And in our time, Michael and I got close. We have a bond unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, ya know?” We agreed to share my body and just live our life.” 

“That’s... A lot.” She said, still processing the fact that he was in literal Hell. Adam paused then nodded to himself. 

“Michael says I shouldn’t say anything else. He’s not sure about you yet.” 

She raised her eyebrows at him, “Me? An angel is not sure about me? What can I do? I’m a librarian.” 

“He’s protective of me.” He said, “We’ve been kinda burned by people who are supposed to care about us most.” 

She opened her mouth in shock, then narrowed her eyes, “I grieved you for over a decade. I thought I went crazy when I saw you again. I’ve been wearing your class ring around my neck just to try and remember your touch.” She brought the ring on the chain out from under her and stood up, “I have no intentions to hurt you. I still love you. But it seems like you’ve already moved on.” She shoved past Adam and out into the sand. 

(Y/N) walked, her anger fueling her to tread through the sand. Eventually, she got close to the pyramids and her feet were screaming at her for her stubbornness. She also noticed how cold it was, which was not something she automatically thought about being stranded in the desert. 

How was she going to get home? She didn’t have a wallet on her and even then she didn’t have enough money for a plane ticket. There was always the American embassy, she could tell them she was kidnapped. 

Even if she did get home though... (Y/N) would have to live with the fact that Adam was alive and possessed by an angel and he... He was trapped for so long. And she couldn’t have done anything. It killed her to think that if she had known more, she could have saved him. But what could she have done? It took an angel to get his brother out of Hell. What’s a human to do? And knowing now about monsters and demons and angels... She felt weaker than ever. So insignificant. 

(Y/N) didn’t notice him until a jacket was wrapped around her shoulders that Adam was standing behind her. She looked up at him but realized it wasn’t Adam, not really. His body language and stern expression told her this was Michael. 

“Michael.” She said softly and nodded at him to thank him for the jacket, “Thanks... Didn’t realize it got this cold.” 

He ignored her words, “You must know Adam well if you can tell the difference between us.” 

She looked up at him, he was staring out at the pyramids, “You know how well I know him if you two are so... Close.” He looked down at her, his stare was so intense that she avoided direct eye contact. 

“I do know. His heaven was of your senior prom. Uriel found you both dancing, that was his ultimate happiness.” He said, “You were planning a life together.” 

“If you saw that then why did you choose him?” She asked, “As your vessel or whatever he called it. If you saw we would be happy, why would you take that away?” 

Michael’s jaw tightened and he thought for a moment, “My purpose is to serve my father and stop my brother from turning his creation into darkness. Dean refused to be the vessel, Adam wanted to save humanity.” 

“Lilith said that you both started the apocalypses to bring God back. Does that mean God isn’t out there? That you were willing to kill your family to bring your dad back?” 

Michael turned to look at her fully, his eyes glowed a bright blue, “I will do what I must for my father. My brother betrayed all of us. Betrayed me. I wouldn’t expect a human like you to understand.” 

She flinched away from his harsh words and the energy coming from him. 

Michael’s eyes lost their glow, taking a step back from (Y/N), listening as if he was hearing something, “I... Apologize. Adam would like us to get along. He still loves you very much.” 

Lips trembling, she smiled, “I found the engagement ring in his pocket. I keep it in my jewelry box my grandma gave me.” 

“The one made of cherry wood.” He said it more as a statement.

She nodded, “Yeah. I look at it every once in a while. At this point in our lives he would be a doctor, have his own practice. I would be his nurse. Maybe a family.” She stood up, holding the jacket close around her, “I know you care about Adam. Especially since you spent a thousand years together. But I can’t let him go.” 

Michael nodded, “I know. That’s why I’ll make you forget.” 

Her eyes widened as he lifted his hand at her, “What? No!” She backed away. 

“Do not be afraid.” He said softly. 

“Wait.” She tripped as she backed off, scrambling in the sand.

Michael reached out to her, but stopped abruptly. He grumbled and looked at her, holding his hand out to her, “Come on.” 

“What?” She asked, shaking in fear. 

Michael sighed in frustration and grabbed her arm to stand, “I am being summoned. Adam would like to bring you with us.” The surroundings changed from the desert to a dark and abandoned warehouse. 

“Stay here.” Michael ordered, walking through a tarp and to another room. When he was gone, she gasped deeply. She leaned over, her hands on her knees. Teleporting took so much out of her. It was funny, teleporting was only the invention of science fiction until today. 

She crept slowly towards the tarp Michael had gone through and peeked through the opening. There was a man in a trench coat 

“Thank you.” The man said in a deep, gruff voice, “Thank you for coming. Do you remember me?” The man asked. 

“You called me "ass-butt" and set me on fire.” Michael said snidely, “And then you helped send me to hell.”

“I did.” The man nodded sadly. Before she could hear anymore, one arm wrapped around her middle and the other around her mouth so the scream she let out couldn’t be heard. Whoever grabbed her was strong and he was dragging her to the other side of the room around Michael. She was breathing erratically, struggling against the arm that held her. 

“We’re not gonna hurt you but you have to be quiet.” That voice. She knew that voice. It was deeper than when she last heard it but she knew it instantly. 

She nodded against the hand and it was removed, when she turned she saw Adam’s brothers: Sam and Dean. Sam had a strong grip on her arm. 

“And now what?” She heard Michael ask, “You’ve come to tell me that God, my father, creator of all things, is my enemy? Or maybe you just came to beg forgiveness.”

“Oh, I didn't come to beg.” The other man said before the familiar flicker of a lighter opening brought their attention back to Michael and the man with the trench coat. Michael was trapped in a circle of fire. 

The Winchester walked her through another tarped area and to the main area where the trench coat man and Michael stood. Michael stared them down, looking betrayed once again. His eyes darted from his vessel’s brothers to (Y/N). When he met her eyes, his jaw tightened. It seems like he’s mad to be in this situation and because she had gotten captured. She should have been more careful. (Y/N) pulled to get away from the tall brother’s grip but it only tightened. The other brother, Dean, lifted a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and showed them to the archangel. 

The worst part was, Michael looked concerned about the ordinary seeming handcuffs. 

“Castiel.” Michael inhaled deeply, the flames seeming to weaken him, “What have you done?”

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(Y/N) and Michael were brought to a bunker that was nearby. It wasn’t much to look at from the outside, but on the inside it was a completely different building. The bunker had a large library with an extensive amount of books. Michael began pacing around a table in the middle of the room, his hands cuffed in front of them. Whatever kind of handcuffs they were, they could put an archangel out of commission. 

Sam pulled a chair out for (Y/N) where she sat, he leaned down to handcuff her to the chair when she slapped his hand away, “Unnecessary. There’s no way I’m taking you down, ‘Squatch.” She sneered. From the corner of her eye, she saw Michael’s lip twitch upward, but it quickly went back down to a stern line. Sam still stood behind her with Dean and Castiel on either side. 

“Even for you, especially for you, this is stupid.” Michael glared at Dean. 

“Good to see you too, Mike.” The older brother said gruffly. 

Michael turned his attention to the brother behind her, “Sam. You look well. Last time I saw you in the Cage…”

“Yeah, it doesn't matter.” Sam said, “We need your help. God-”

“I've heard. Repeatedly.” He sat down in a chair on the other side of the table. It was then that she noticed a similarity between Adam and Michael. When he was pissed the whole room could feel it and his anger could be explosive if not given an outlet. Adam used to take a baseball bat and use all of his strength to swing against a tree. A lot of the anger was directed at John, which is probably why he used a baseball bat. 

Castiel spoke: “Well, then you're aware that-”

“I'm not aware of anything.” Michael snapped, “You're asking me to trust you- you, who doomed me, you, who let Lucifer walk free while your own brother sat in hell.” He looked pointedly from Castiel to Adam’s brothers.

“Doing what we do, we've had to get used to losing people.” Sam took a step forward around the chair, “Probably too used to it. With Adam, we said goodbye because we thought we had to. We were wrong.” 

“Well, don't tell me.” Michael said, “Tell him.” His eyes flashed bright blue and when it faded Adam was sitting in the chair. 

“Hey, Sam.” He looked at each brother, “Dean.” He smiled, pulling at her heart strings. 

“Adam?” Sam asked, confused. 

“Ha!” Adam gave him the finger guns and chuckled, “By the way, man handle my girlfriend like that again and I will kill you.” He added without dropping his smile. 

“Wait, Mic- Michael lets you talk?” Dean asked, eyebrows narrowed, “I mean, he lets you be?”

“Uh, yeah.” He replied, “In the Cage, we came to an agreement. We only had each other.”

Dean shared a glance with Sam then looked back at his youngest brother,  “Adam, look, I know we bailed on you, okay, and there is nothing that we can say to fix that.”

Adam sighed, his smile fading, “How about, uh "I'm sorry"?” Before Dean could answer, Adam’s eyes glowed and Michael was back. She could tell Adam was getting upset, Michael must have too and took back over. He was protecting him. 

Michael grunted, “Enough. Why am I here?” He glared, his mouth in a tight frown. He was getting anxious, not sitting still. He was seconds from a blow up. 

“Michael, we needed to speak with you because God is back.” At Castiel’s words, Michael’s eyes widened and the frown faded, “You didn't think the Cage just opened on its own, did you?”

“If my father is back, he will usher in Paradise.” He said simply. But even she knew that wasn’t true after what she heard through the hunter line. 

“No, he won't. Because Paradise is boring, and your dad- he's just looking to be entertained.” Dean said, “Which means we're his puppets. All of us, especially you.” Michael stood up abruptly

“I won't hear this. You're lying.” He pointed to Castiel and the brothers, “I don't know what your agenda is, but you're lying.”

“Michael-” Castiel started to say, but Michael’s eyes turned blue and Adam returned. 

“Hey.” Adam said, as if he had no idea of what the conversation had been, “It's Adam.” He chuckled, “I'd give it a rest. He's not listening.” His attention went to her and he smiled, “There’s my girl.” (Y/N) pushed the chair back, hearing Sam grunt when she probably hit him in the groin, and stood up, making her way to the other side of the table to stand by Adam’s side. 

“I gotta have a talk with Michael but... Are you okay?” He whispered and held her hand with his cuffed ones, moving his thumb across her knuckles. She sighed and nodded. 

“Great.” She hummed, “Well, except for when Michael tried to erase my memory of you.” 

Adam nodded, “Yeah, that wasn’t the best first impression. He was trying to be helpful in his own way.” 

“Okay...” She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “You two talk, I’ll be out there I guess.” 

“Be careful.” He said. She nodded and was led out of the room by Castiel and the two brothers. 

Once they were in the main room of the bunker they offered her another seat at an even larger table with a map of the world lit up on the top. 

“I uh,” Dean started, “I’m sorry about what happened back there. We didn’t know if you were hostile.” 

She glared at him, “You wouldn’t know anything about me. Especially after abruptly leaving me to plan two funerals. For my boyfriend and his mother.” She pointed, “You two just got to have your little funeral pyre and left.” 

“If you don’t think we grieved him-” Sam began. 

“But did you?” She snapped harshly, “You didn’t even think that he was your brother until he was already dead.” She chuckled, “How do you think I felt in that crypt seeing the love of my life dead in a coffin while I was hugging and kissing his killer an hour earlier?” She paced, “Oh! And! And I just found out today that he was alive again. Because from what I understand, your family just kinda comes back to life all willy nilly. And neither of you thought to get a hold of me? God forbid you lose a loved one, get them back and don’t hear about it.” She stopped and pointed at Castiel, “And this guy set him on fire.” 

Dean took a step towards her, “I understand you’re upset. But so are we. When Adam was brought back from the dead, we did everything we could so he wouldn’t become a meat suit for Michael. We never wanted that for him. They locked me away from him and I nearly broke my damn hands trying to get it open again. Because he’s my brother.” His face softened, “We shouldn’t have left you in the dark. You deserved more than that. We’re sorry.” 

She didn’t answer so Castiel stepped forward, “I was going to go check on him. Would you like to come with me?” She only nodded, following the angel back to where they had left Adam. 

Castiel opened the door, leading both of them inside, “Adam?”

“Not this time.” Michael looked up from the table towards the two, “I'll spare you the effort. I'm not gonna betray my father and everything I've believed in.” 

“Why not?” Castiel dropped his arms down to his sides, “You know, he betrayed you.” The angel started walking into the room, “You know, Michael, I never really liked you. Even when I was just another angel, I thought you were too haughty, too- To paraphrase a friend, you had an entire oak tree shoved up your ass.” (Y/N) covered her mouth to hide the smile on her face because Castiel was right. Michael was a tight ass. 

Castiel continued, “But now? I'm looking at you, and I- I just pity you. Because you were never God's favorite. You were just a little part of his story, a tiny part of his story. You weren't even a star.” (Y/N) smile faced as Castiel walked closer. Michael had a tight smile and she could tell the explosion was coming, “At least Lucifer knew that God can't be trusted.” He leaned on the table Michael was sitting at,  “But I guess he was always the smart one.” 

“Oh sh-” She began to say as Michael quickly jumped up and grabbed Castiel by the collar and slammed his head about the table top. The two angels fell to the floor, Michael using the hand cuffs to choke Castiel. 

Castiel reached up, placing his hands on either side of his head, “See the truth for yourself.” Michael became tense, his body shaking. After what felt like hours, Castiel took his hands away and Michael loosened his choke hold, falling down onto the cement floor. 

“Michael!” She rushed forward to his side, going down on her knees to turn him on his back. His face was red and his eyes were bloodshot. He was struggling to breathe, gasping for air. 

“Michael, you have to breathe.” She put a hand on his chest, inhaling deeply through her nose and exhaling through her mouth to coach him. He followed along, the red leaving his face.

He finally caught his breath, turning to Castiel, “Leave. Get out. I want you dead.” He said through his teeth. Castiel helped (Y/N) to her feet and she didn’t struggle. Michael needed to be by himself. 

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Castiel led her to the kitchen where she was able to get a drink of water and a snack after not eating all day. They both sat at a table in the middle of the kitchen in silence until Dean walked in, going to the refrigerator and grabbing himself a beer.

“Maybe you went too far.” Dean said, greeting the room. 

“Maybe.”

“I mean, he's been in lockdown for quite a while, you know? Maybe you just, uh, went too fast. What's he doing now?”

“No idea. He was very distraught.”

“They’re a lot alike.” She chimed in after swallowing a bite of her apple, “They take a while to cool down after the eruption.”

Dean looked at her then back at Castiel, “Yeah, but what exactly did he say?”

"Leave. Get out. I want you dead". We didn't bond.” He recounted, “Where's Sam?”

“Eileen hit a snag with a case. So, he won't be gone long.” AS Dean said this, a rumbling shook the bunker.

“Michael.” Castiel said, leading the group into the room where they had left the archangel. The rumbling stopped right before they opened the door. 

They found him sitting on the floor where they left him, looking as angry as ever. 

“God lied to me. I gave everything for him. I loved him. Why? I'm not even the only Michael.” He spoke aloud then stood up and looked at the group, “So, yes, I will help you. What was done to the Darkness can be done to God, if he's as weak as you say. And I know how.” He awkwardly reached into his front pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. He slid it across the table to the hunter and the angel, “That's the spell.”

“And the ingredients?” Castiel asked, looking at the paper.

“Myrrh, cassia, rockrose.”

“We've got that.” Dean said. 

“And, to bind the spell together, the nectar from a Leviathan blossom.” Michael added. 

“A Leviathan blossom? What is that, like a flower?” The older brother asked. 

“A flower that only grows in one place.” Dean seemed exhausted at Michael’s words, “Purgatory.” He snapped his fingers and a yellow lighting-like light appeared. 

“That's the door. It'll remain open for 12 hours. Now, if you'll please.” He held his hands out. Castiel and Dean shared a glance before Dean unlocked the handcuffs and took them off of the arcangel. 

“You coming with us?” Dean asked.

“No.” Michael walked around the table and put a hand on her lower back, leading her towards the exit. 

“Before you go, can I talk to him?” Dean’s voice stopped them. Michael’s eyes flashed blue and Adam turned back to face his brother. 

“Yeah?” 

Dean took a few steps forward, “ Adam, I want you to know we are sorry. What happened to you… You're a good man. You didn't deserve that.” 

Adam smiled tightly, his eyes looking glossy and red, “Since when do we get what we deserve? He asked, then nodded, “Good luck.” He took her hand and led her out of the bunker and back out into the world. 

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Im sure its not just me but when i get that notif that you posted i stop whatever im doing and run to tumblr. In short, i get so excited whenever you post😭 i literally love your writing sm!!! Also, question, the songs in ur fic, did u write it urself or its from another song? Jst cant seem to find it and itd REALLY REALLY good!

Honestly i just wanna say that youre really talented!! And youre doing a great job and we're proud of u and ure amazing! Also, do u only write adamxreaders or u write for other characters too? I just cant help but notice you only write adam lol

A/N: Hi, I really appreciate that! So the songs are listed in the Author’s Notes of those fics. They’re both Hozier songs, as referenced in the one fic. And as of right now only Adam just because there’s so many requests for him and I’ve kind of got a theme going lol

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“You’re afraid that you’ll lose me in big crowds so you always hold my hand but now you just hold my hand when there’s only, like, five people around and I’m getting vry suspicious” with Adam Kovic mayhaps bc he is a kind giant

The RTX after-party was bigger than you’d expected, with people crowding the small area, and you soon found yourself nearly lost in the sea of bodies.

“There you are!” You feel a hand grab yours and turn, sighing in relief that Adam found you. “I was beginning to think you either didn’t show up or you were lost in here somewhere.”

“It was very nearly that second one there for a minute.” You tell him. You grasp his hand a bit tighter as he leads you to the back corner. As you get closer, you can see the Willems, the Joneses, and Geoff all huddled around one table. 

“Ay, Y/N!” James greets you cheerfully.

“We already grabbed you a drink!” Lindsay says, passing the glass to you. 

“Ooooh, thanks.” You take it happily with your free hand and immediately sip at it. It’s sweet and a little tangy, but good. Adam picks up what you assume is his drink from before his search for you, but his other hand keeps a firm (but gentle) grasp on yours.

You all continue to chat, with people coming up occasionally to say hello and meet everyone. Over the course of the night, Adam did finally drop your hand, but he made sure you stuck close anyway. When you finally decided to leave, Adam decided to go with you. You said goodbye to the Willems, the only ones to have stayed the full night, before working your way outside. 

“Hey, it’s this way.” Adam leans down to say so you could hear him. He grabs your hand again and leads you outside, where you both sigh in relief and grin at each other. 

“Oh, um, excuse me?” You turn and there’s a young guy standing to the side. He pushes the hair out of his face and grins nervously at the two of you. “Could, um, could I get a picture with y’all?” 

“Sure, I don’t mind.” You agree and Adam shrugs, no argument. After snapping the picture, Adam is immediately by your side again, your hand in his. You can tell he’s getting tired.

“Thanks so much.” The guy grins at you then eyes where your hands are entwined. “So, it’s true, huh? That y’all are dating?”

“What?” You ask.

“Sure.” Adam says. You look up at him in surprise, but play it off in front of the stranger. He finally says bye and heads back inside the party so you and Adam walk to the parking lot.

“We’re dating, huh?” You asking, waving your hands around. Adam blushes a bit and drops your hand.

“I really just wanted to leave as soon as possible.” He explains.

“It’ll be all over Twitter by morning.” You point out, reaching out to grab his hand again as you near your car. “Oh, god, I can’t drive, I had drinks.”

“I’ll take you back to the hotel, I stuck to nonalcoholic tonight.” Adam says, tugging you towards his car now. “And it’ll just be another rumor, same as always.”

“Except that dude will think you were being for real and no one is gonna think you lied to a fan.” You argue. 

“I’ll worry about it tomorrow.” Adam says, exhausted and drained and obviously tired of dealing with a lot of people.

“Or! You can take me on a breakfast date tomorrow! Then it wouldn’t be a lie and I could finally get you to go on a date with me.” You say cheerfully, swinging your held hands between the two of you. Adam is quiet for a long moment before he speaks up.

“Can we do lunch instead?”

[rtscrobbles]

"It’s just that… Well, my favorite character just died.” with Kovic, maybe? Please and thank you!

no, thank you for the request <3

W: Spoilers for RVB13 

You didn't think it was going to affect you but it hit you so god damn hard hearing Church’s speech, every single time. Though you’ve watched this series back-to-front, so much so that you could quote it off by heart, it still pulled at your heart. It brought heaviness to your chest as Church’s last line played, that’s when you lost it. You broke into a sobbing mess, you didn’t care if anyone could hear you. It hurt so much, like you had just lost your own father.

A concerned voice carries through the walls, “Y/N, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” 

“Y-yeah,” You tremble, every inch of your body was shaking. You weren’t really good at hiding your emotions. 

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” You look up to see the concerned, worried face of your older brother, Adam. “Do I need to teach some people a lesson?” He adds with a smirk; you smile slightly. He sits down next to you and warms his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You always felt safe with him, always and this was just a regular thing as you always seemed to be upset.

“It’s just that… Well, my favorite character just died.”   

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” You sniffle, already feeling slightly better knowing what his reaction was going to be.

“You’ve been watching Red vs. Blue again, haven’t you?” He scowls with a smirk, trying to hide his laughter. “And here I was wondering if people were saying shit about you..”

“Sorry, I just get emotional attached. You know how I am,”

“Yeah,” He finally laughs, teasing your hair “I do,” 

[maartje-writes]

YOUR BEAUTY SAVED ME

Proloog

Y/N is your name. You are a 18 year old female who lives a dull life in a small town on the edge of a forest. You suffered a trauma when you got lost in the woods as a small child. For many years there has been a rumour that a monster is sneaking around in the depths of the forest. After your brother was captured in by the monster in his castle, you came to his rescue in an attempt to free him. However, this didn't work out well. You are now a prisoner in the monster's castle. But after spending more and more time with him, you find out that the beast carries a dark secret within him.

Opening story

In my own special place, no one bothered me. Hardly anybody knew about it either. I could be there in peace. Even if I had a book to read one day, I would have a sketchbook with me. Many times I had drawn the view in front of me, but of course often with a spark of fantasy in it. A beautiful castle with vast times full of flowers and different plants. High towers with gargoyles on top. A balcony that looked out on everything.

It was a quiet and small village. Beautifully situated in the middle of the mountains. A large market square where you could buy things that merchants came home with to sell on to the people living in the neighbourhood. They were the only people who travelled outside our town. Everyone knew each other and each other's family, neighbours and friends. Little knew what was outside the borders of our town. I often heard stories from the people who had been there. Beautiful big cities, seas that stretched for miles, so many different people and cultures. How I would like to see it all. How beautiful it must be there. There is so much to discover, so much to see and experience. How beautiful it must be. To see so much more than there is, in my little world. To go out and discover more of the world for myself.

I walked dreamily through the streets of our little village. With a book in hand I was on my way to my favourite spot. An open lawn, just outside the village. Birds heard you whistling, the mountains as a view and no people around you looking at you. That happened to me more and more often. The older I got, the bigger my passion for fantasy stories became. I dreamed away. Of course, the people in the village knew me from childhood and saw my change too. I was a dreamer. At first they thought it was adolescence. More and more often I heard them whispering behind my back, 'there's Y/N, that girl who doesn't do anything with her life but dream. She doesn't achieve anything later'. I didn't care. I was happy. I had dreams.

In my own special place, no one bothered me. Hardly anybody knew about it either. I could be there in peace. Even if I had a book to read one day, I would have a sketchbook with me. Many times I had drawn the view in front of me, but of course often with a spark of fantasy in it. A beautiful castle with vast times full of flowers and different plants. High towers with gargoyles on top. A balcony that looked out on everything.

In reality, there was also a castle. A very real castle, but very different that I drew and knew in my head. I actually saw it once as a little child. Sometimes the shivers still ran down my back. Dark, dark and grey are the words to describe it well. As if there had been no life inside for centuries. The castle is not too far from our village hidden in the forest, on the edge of the mountains. A place where it seems as if the sun never shines. I don't know exactly how I found the castle either. One beautiful day I was playing at the edge of the village. According to my parents I was old enough for that now. Normally I always had to stay close to home, because a few years earlier a wild animal had been spotted in the woods by one of the hunter of the village. There was a period of fear then. Parents no longer let their children out after nightfall. Hardly anyone set foot outside the village anymore. After the fear of the people had subsided and the beast was no longer seen, we were allowed to go outside a bit more freely. It was suspected to have been a big wolf or bear. On the outskirts of the village I was playing with a pebble, when I saw a squirrel coming my way. I kept very quiet so as not to frighten the little animal. The creature sniffed around a bit and then hurried back towards the forest. Without thinking about it, I followed the animal. Not too long I wandered through the forest, deeper and deeper and deeper. Chasing the squirrel. Then all of a sudden it climbed high into the trees and had disappeared from it. Disappointed I looked up, hoping to catch another glimpse of the creature. In vain. I turned around, suddenly realising that I had walked far too far into the forest and it was already getting dark. The sunlight could hardly penetrate through the many branches of the forest. A cold shiver pulled over my back. Standing still had no use, so I started to walk in the direction I thought I had come. It seemed as long as I was walking. I was scared and tears rolled down my cheeks. Of course the idea hadn't escaped me that maybe the wolf or bear could walk around here. It was starting to get colder already.

I was almost in despair that maybe I would never come home, when suddenly somewhere in front of me I saw a very vague light. I felt hope in me again. I started running in the direction of the light. Had I come back to the village after all? But something seemed to be wrong. The closer I got, the forest didn't seem to get any less dense. And there was only one reason for that. I didn't get close to the edge of the forest at all. A huge gate loomed up between the woods. Big steel, black fences blocked my way. I walked towards the gate. Behind it, in the darkness, a huge castle loomed up. The shadow of the towers fell over me like a ghost holding you in its grip of fear. I didn't move. Afraid something from the darkness would discover me if I moved. I did nothing. Fear was the only thing that moved me. Then suddenly I heard a soft sound. I looked around me, looking for where it came from or what it could be. Slowly it became clearer. It was people, people calling my name. With a jolt I pulled away from the fence and ran as fast as I could towards the voices. I ran, fell, pulled myself up through a tree and ran on. I ran as if my life depended on it. Looking back was not an option. The voices came closer and closer and I saw lights of torches. People looking for me. And finally they found me, exhausted and crying, not only of fear but also of joy. For days I had nightmares of that one day. I had only told the story to my family. I didn't want to tell it to anyone else, because my own family didn't believe what had happened.

[rhymingwithpurple]

Hey wait. Anyone ever written an Adamxreader where y/n is the feminist vegan punk?

[deimagines]

For Any of My Followers Who Are Supernatural Fans

So if any of watched and love Supernatural like I do. 

(Warning! Skip till you see a line of stars if you don’t wanna read my rant and affection for this show*****)

And if this the first time you ever heard of Supernatural or knows of it and never got the chance to watch it. I would recommend that you should. 

Back to the point. Ever since the last episode of season 14, when Chuck, AKA God, was like ‘Okay, I’m just gonna open the Gates of Hell!’. And all I could think of is ‘Does that include the Cage?’. Meaning ‘Is Adam coming back?’

And then Jensen comes in and does an interview for season 15. Revealing that since the Gates are open, there’ll be ‘certain’ past favorite Supernatural characters coming back to the show. INCLUDING Adam. 

I cherish Adam. And I’m always disappointed at the writers and producers for not giving him too much attention enough for him to be in the show longer. But I’ve always had a theory that he isn’t in the Cage anymore since in season 11 we haven’t seen Adam in it when Sam went to seek aid from Lucifer. 

And that still stuck in the back of my head. Where. Is. Adam??

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. . . So anyway.

I was thinking of writing an AdamxOCFanfic or a AdamxReader Imagine

So for this, I’m going to keep my character’s background. Just because I wanna be true to the show. We still don’t know if Adam really is inside the Cage since we didn’t see him in season 11. 

The main scenario is that the character is Bobby’s adopted daughter(I won’t give out a lot). And she started taking interests in Adam after Castiel brought him in at Bobby’s home. 

That’s all I have right now. Let me know if you’re interested, or if you just wanna chat about random fandoms. Message me on my account. <3