#dean winchester x nonbinary reader

[dean-fcking-winchester]

Praise Kinks Can Go Both Ways, Dean Winchester - Dean Winchester x Nonbinary AFAB Reader

Summary: “Oh, I know,” Dean said, running his fingers along their back. “But I’m sure this is extra special. And such a pretty skirt too.” He added, his other hand moving under the fabric of their skirt along their thigh. Y/N swallowed, eyes fluttering shut as they leaned forward, resting their head on Dean’s shoulder. “Don’t normally wear them,” they mumbled. “Too much work to keep crossing my legs.” “A shame,” Dean added, moving his hand to hold onto their hip. “I pray I get to see you in one again.” He pressed kisses to their neck, gently biting at his skin.

OR Dean gets Y/N a skirt and their typical roles in the bedroom get swapped a bit.

Word Count: 3510

Warnings: Smut. It's literally PWP, idk what else to tell you, light dom/sub

A/N:

My best friend wrote a fuckin' fanTAStic smut one-shot for our original project, starring one of my favorite OCs ever who is essentially Dean with both more and less trauma. I asked very politely if I could edit it to share with you all, and they very graciously agreed, so here is one of the hottest pieces of fiction I've ever had the pleasure of reading.

(Clarification I can't tag to save my life: Dean is a switch that usually subs/bottoms and Y/N is a switch that usually doms/tops, so the turns get a bit tabled.)

Y/N laughed softly, shaking their head. “You’re ridiculous,” they muttered fondly, reaching to unhook Dean’s holster. They looked up at Dean pointedly before setting the gun behind him on the table.

Dean watched them do so, never expecting to find someone taking his gun away so attractive. “I know.” He said quietly, looking at them with a look of rising hunger.

Y/N pulled themself up to sit on the table, tilting their head. “Knives next,” they demanded smoothly.

Dean pulled them out, gripping them by the blade as he set them down behind them. He set his hands on each side of Y/N, leaning in closer.

“Hmm,” they reached up, tangling one of their hands in Dean’s hair and using the other to cup Dean’s jaw. “Is this what you want, baby?” they crooned, smirking.

Dean inhaled sharply, his fingers curling. He nodded, melting in their touch as he leaned into their hands, “Mhm.”

Y/N lifted Dean’s chin, meeting his eyes challengingly. “Go on then,” they murmured.

Dean quickly kissed them hungrily, pulling them closer as he moved his hand to tangle his fingers in their hair.

Y/N’s breath hitched, moving their hands to cling to Dean’s shirt instead as they kissed him back, letting themself lean back a bit as Dean moved them. “Fuck,” they mumbled against Dean’s mouth with a sigh.

Dean rested his hand on their leg, running his knuckles along their skin. He leaned forward when Y/N leaned back, pulling them to himself with the hand in their hair.

Y/N pulled back after a minute when the need to breathe became too much. Breathing a little heavier than before, their fingers traced over Dean’s mouth, eyes dilated. “Easy,” they scolded softly. “Some of us need to breathe.“

Dean chuckled a bit, ghosting his fingers along their neck, “You had me fooled Y/N/N.” He smirked.

They huffed indignantly, though the action was diminished as they tugged at Dean’s shirt collar. “Don’t look so smug,” they chided.

“Oh, but I’m so good at it.” Dean pushed back their hair, moving to press kisses along their neck and jaw.

Y/N closed their eyes, biting their lip and breathing deeply. “I refuse to make out one room over from where you killed someone,” they said, doing their best to keep the tremor out of their voice.

“Yeah, of course,” Dean said quietly, pulling back. He slid his hands under their legs, pulling them up and holding them against his waist as he started out of the room.

Their grip tightened reflexively on Dean. They glared down at him, though they still looked pleased. “This your revenge for earlier?” they questioned with a fake frown.

Dean laughed and shook his head, “Oh, not yet. Part of it, however.” He walked into their shared room, pushing the door shut with his foot as he sat on the bed, “But we haven’t gotten there yet.”

Y/N skeptically raised their eyebrows, sitting up higher to keep looking down at Dean. “You’re pretty sure of yourself, ain'tcha?”

“A bit, yeah,” Dean responded with a grin, looking up at them. He slowly grinned a bit wider. “Christ, you look so fucking good.”

A spike of heat went through Y/N and they tightened their grip on Dean’s shirt. “I always look good,” they said instead, fighting the rising blush in their cheeks.

“Oh, I know,” Dean said, running his fingers along their back. “But I’m sure this is extra special. And such a pretty skirt too.” He added, his other hand moving under the fabric of their skirt along their thigh.

Y/N swallowed, eyes fluttering shut as they leaned forward, resting their head on Dean’s shoulder. “Don’t normally wear them,” they mumbled. “Too much work to keep crossing my legs.”

“A shame,” Dean added, moving his hand to hold onto their hip. “I pray I get to see you in one again.” He pressed kisses to their neck, gently biting at his skin.

They groaned softly, tilting their head to the side. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” they complained shakily.

“Mm, you’re certainly right.” Dean pulled his jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall slackened off the bed. He started unbuttoning his flannel with one hand, making sure to keep Y/N steady with the other. “Easily enough, that outfit of yours will be easy to get off you.”

They rolled their eyes, running one of their hands over Dean’s chest. “You’re insufferable, you know.”

“Oh, I’m well aware.” Dean chuckled, “Unfortunately for you, you seem to like it.”

Y/N huffed, leaning forward and kissing under Dean’s jaw. “Smug bastard,” they muttered, tracing over Dean’s collarbone.

“Lucky me,” Dean mumbled, shutting his eyes for a moment to feel their touch. He gently took Y/N’s face in his fingers and kissed them again.

They melted into the kiss, letting Dean control the movement as they reached up to tug gently on Dean’s hair with a quiet whine in the back of their throat.

Dean smiled against their lips, pulling them closer if that was even possible to deepen the kiss. He ran his hand along their torso, pulling the end fabric of the skirt up as he did so.

Y/N pulled back, chest rising and falling as they stared down at Dean. “I’m only takin’ it off ‘cause it was expensive and I don’t want to ruin it,” they said shakily. “You’re gone have to let go ‘a me if I’m goin’ take it off.”

Dean nodded, pulling his hands back and grinning smugly at them. “By all means.”

Y/N looked defiantly at Dean for a second, frowning. They got out of Dean’s lap to slip their fingers under the waistband of the skirt. Taking a second, they didn’t slide it off but looked at Dean thoughtfully. “Tell me, what would you do if I left right now?” they asked curiously, starting to tug at their tank top instead.

Dean watched them pull at the top for a moment, looking at them with a needing gaze. He met their eyes. “I wouldn’t let you,” he said, waiting and watching.

Y/N tilted their head, contemplating. “Interesting.” They let the skirt fall and then picked it up to gently place it on the chair in the corner. They went back to Dean, straddling him again in only their socks and underwear. “I used your money for the skirt, you know,” they said casually, stroking over Dean’s cheek as they whispered, “You like buying stuff for me.”

Dean put his hands around the small of their back, running his knuckles absentmindedly along their skin. “If it makes you look like this, I’m sure I do.” He looked up at them. “Hoping for something else?”

“Nah,” they said, letting their back arch slightly into Dean’s hand. “It’s ‘bout what I expected.”

“Mm.” Dean nodded, smiling as he kissed their jaw again, “You like what I get you?”

They shrugged slightly. “I like the stuff a lot. I know you like it, and I like making you happy.” They gently scraped their nails over Dean’s scalp, looking down at him, haughty. “The same way you like it when I call you ‘sir’.”

Dean felt a shot down his spine as he gazed up at them. “I do like that.” He whispered, his grip on their sides tightening ever so slightly. “I like that a lot.”

Y/N smirked down at him triumphantly. “I know you do, darlin’,” they purred, pushing at Dean’s unbuttoned shirt.

Dean let the flannel fall off his shoulders, moving one hand back to their thigh and the other around the back of their neck. “You like telling me what to do, don’t you?”

“Maybe a bit,” they admitted, shivering slightly at Dean’s touch, skin warming. “Would you rather tell me what to do? It’s very difficult.”

Dean chuckled a bit, moving to kiss their neck and collarbone. “I don’t think that would go very well.” He admitted, speaking against their skin, “You don’t seem to like cooperating.”

Y/N hummed, melting against Dean. “No,” they said with a soft moan when Dean bit and sucked at a certain spot, closing their eyes and letting their head fall back.

Dean grinned against their neck, moving his hand down to slip his thumb under their waistband. “Maybe you can make an exception?” He moved his hand down further. “Just this once?”

Y/N huffed as their cheeks flushed darker. “If it’ll make you cut the teasing and get on with it,” they complained hotly. “I guess I don’t have a choice.”

“Lovely,” Dean added, unbuttoning his pants. “Let’s get rid of these then, hm?” He asked, pulling the band of their underwear down further.

Y/N lifted their hips, letting Dean pull them off. They still looked at Dean with some amount of defiance, despite their current state. “You ain’t ever gone let me live this down, are you?” They got off of Dean’s lap to attempt to pull off their stockings.

Dean moved to pull his pants off, “No, I probably won’t.” He grinned, watching them take the stockings off, lust building in his eyes with every move they made.

Y/N caught Dean’s gaze and then quickly looked away, face turning redder. “Stop looking at me like that,” they demanded, tossing their stockings on the chair.

“I can’t,” Dean admitted deeply, his eyes running over them again, “You’re just so fucking hot.” He muttered, pulling at his own underwear. “I just want to leave marks all over that gorgeous body.”

Y/N’s cheeks darkened, mouth going dry. They moved to sit behind Dean on the bed against the headboard, watching him quietly. They weren’t sure they could say something without their voice cracking so they remained silent.

Dean smirked, turning and moving toward them, “I’ll take that as an invitation,” he mumbled quietly, taking the back of their neck in his hand and kissing them again. He gently pushed Y/N against the headboard, breathing hotly when he moved.

Y/N bit their lip, trying not to whimper as they reached up and tugged at Dean’s hair gently.

Dean moved his hands to their hips, his fingers slowly inching closer together. He moved to kiss their collarbone, biting at their skin.

Y/N’s breath hitched, arching their back slightly as they exhaled deeply, closing their eyes.

Dean smirked to himself, moving his knuckles along their clit, drawing up to finger the skin.

Y/N gasped loudly, hands clutching at Dean’s hair. “Fuck!”

Dean let his head go back when they pulled on it, groaning. His hand tightened around their body as he grinned at the slight pain. “Oh, I liked that,” he muttered, a little laugh in his throat. He looked down at Y/N, pleased, “How much can I get?” He kept his eyes on them as he lowered his head to their cunt, pressing his tongue to the clit in place of his finger.

Y/N whimpered, any lingering defiance gone as they closed their eyes. They forced their hands to loosen on Dean’s hair as they breathed heavily, biting their lip to prevent any more embarrassing noises.

Dean raised his head, looking up with that same lustful smirk. He reached up and grabbed a bit of their hair. He slid up their body, kissing them harshly before looking right at them. “Don’t do that, Y/N/N, I want to hear it all.”

They melted into Dean’s mouth, groaning quietly. They opened their eyes to meet Dean’s gaze, a flicker of rebellion back. “Do you deserve to?” they asked, though the effect was counteracted by the redness in their cheeks and the neediness in their voice.

Dean looked between their eyes, arousal building even more as he slowly smiled. “I damn well hope so.” He pressed his fingers into them, pumping and scissoring his fingers. “Maybe I can earn it.”

Shuddering with sensation, Y/N’s eyes shut again. They tilted their head back against Dean’s grip and covered their slightly open mouth with their hand to stifle the soft whining.

Dean grinned again, taking back their hand and replacing it with his tongue. He reached up and took hold of their wrist, watching them closely as he did so.

Y/N cracked their eyes open to glare at Dean, chest heaving. “Bastard,” they said gruffly, hanging onto their last bit of stubbornness, but it was getting difficult not to cave.

Dean smiled back as he dragged his tongue along their skin, pulling their body closer as he set his hands on their hips.

Y/N gasped, staring up at Dean with a scowl. “Do you want me to beg?” they demanded angrily. “Is that it?”

Dean looked up fully, grinning almost smugly at them, “Yeah, Jordan, I wanna hear you beg.”

They faltered, biting their lip. Weighing the option in their head they exhaled slowly, closing their eyes. “Please,” they whispered. “Stop teasing me.”

“Mm.” Dean mumbled in satisfaction, “Very well. So, sweetheart,” he added, placing a knuckle under their chin, “Would you like to ride me, or for me to fuck you?”

Y/N stared at him for a second, blinking. “I…” they trailed off. They were the one having trouble formulating sentences this time.

Dean pulled them forward, kissing them with that same lustful neediness. When he pulled back, he whispered against their lips, “Aw, c’mon. You gotta have an idea of what you want.” He pulled back enough to look them in the eye, his head tilted down. “I trust you’ll enjoy either.”

Y/N was on the edge of letting go of any resistance they had left, but they still had it in them to look slightly put out for a second. “You’re going to give me hell either way, too,” they argued softly, though it didn’t sound like they entirely minded, about to give up.

“Yeah.” Dean answered bluntly, tilting their chin up, “I am.” His smile widened by a margin at the slow deterioration of his partner. He moved forward again, kissing and biting at their neck as he pulled them toward himself. “What’ll it be, baby?” He breathed in their ear.

Y/N shivered, closing their eyes and pressing their face into Dean’s neck. “I’d rather you fuck me,” they breathed out. Their reason, which they weren’t going to admit, being that they knew they wouldn’t be able to keep it together with Dean staring up at them, and they were embarrassed by what they might do.

Dean's face spread into a grin against their skin. “Lovely.” He moved back again, setting either hand on Y/N’s thighs and slowly spreading them. He moved his hands along their legs, down toward their cunt until he could rest his knuckles against their hole. “Be good for me, now, if you will.”

Y/N’s head fell forward as they exhaled and they stared down at Dean for a second. “You really should stop looking like you’re considering eating me,” they quipped roughly.

“Oh. but that’s all I want to do,” Dean retorted, moving to press his knuckles further into them. He glanced up at them for a moment before starting to push two fingers into them.

Y/N’s response caught in their throat as they clenched tightly at the sheets, breathing shakily. “Fucking hell,” they mumbled, shuddering.

Dean pushed further, starting to scissor and move his fingers in their body. “Good boy,” Dean purred, licking at his lips.

“God, Dean, you know what that does to me.” Y/N’s voice hitched into a high moan and they immediately clapped a hand over their mouth, squeezing their eyes shut as they breathed heavily.

Dean shuddered, continuing the motion as he exhaled shallowly. “Oh,” he grumbled, staring at them hungrily. “God, Y/N/N,” He pushed deeper, adding a third finger.

They whined at Dean’s mumbling, trying to keep quiet but ultimately failing as their hand fell to clench at the sheets again. They whimpered softly, cheeks bright red and keeping their eyes shut.

Dean shut his eyes for a second to ravish every sound they made. “Are you ready for me, baby?” He asked gently, trying to mask the aggressive lust clouding his mind.

Y/N opened their eyes a bit, looking at Dean through their eyelashes as they panted. “Just…,” they started, voice cracking. They inhaled. “Just a bit more prep, please.” They blinked, biting their lip as they braced themself. “Please, sir.”

Dean almost let out a whine at their words, his eyes fluttering over them. He moved his fingers some more, staring at Y/N with his tongue hanging a bit out of his mouth.

Their eyes fluttered and they groaned brokenly, letting themself fall onto their back and cover their eyes. “God, fuck,” they whimpered, trying not to moan or beg. They were close to begging, they knew it.

Dean kept going, stretching them as he moved his other hand to caress their skin. He moved accordingly, sitting on his knees as he watched them in a hungry fascination. He pushed his fingers in further, scissoring them.

Y/N felt when Dean brushed against their g-spot, their back arching slightly as they cried out. “Fuck!” they whined. They immediately lifted themself back up on their elbows to stare at Dean, panting. “No more. Please.”

Dean grinned darkly, taking his fingers back and quickly grabbing the bottle on the nightstand to rube lube along his dick. He placed his hands on their hips, gripping a bit tighter as he aligned himself and began to slowly push in.

Y/N moaned loudly, voice cracking a bit as they fell back down. They covered their eyes again, this time to try and focus themself and control the tears that reflexively sprung in their eyes.

Dean kept pushing in slowly, gripping their waist tightly. He paused for a moment, looking up at them. “You good?” he asked.

Y/N nodded jerkily, gasping quietly. “Fine. Just…a lot. Takes a second.”

Dean hummed, nodding as he pushed himself in a bit further. He pulled back, starting light thrusts into their body.

Y/N squirmed slightly, hands scrabbling at the sheets as their back arched. “Fucking hell,” they swore, opening their eyes to glare at Dean. “You’re way more impatient than usual.”

Dean looked up at them, stopping. “My mistake,” he muttered as he paused to give them a moment to adjust.

They reached their hand forward, grasping at Dean’s upper arm. “Closer,” they demanded. “I want to touch you.”

Dean complied, moving closer to Y/N until he hung just a few inches from them. He put his hands down on either side of their shoulders.

Y/N held onto Dean’s biceps as they took another second. They leaned up, nipping at the spot behind Dean’s ear. “Thank you, sir,” they whispered. “You can move now.”

Dean’s grip on the sheets clenched a bit as he started to move. “So tight and good for m,.” Dean muttered, breathing in a staggered manner as he moved.

They clenched at Dean’s arms, moaning softly and burying their face in Dean’s neck as their face and neck flushed red. Rapidly losing coherent thought, stubbornness long gone, and they always went weak for Dean praising them.

Dean held the sheets tightly, continuing to move and picking upthe pace ever so slightly. Pleasure washed over his body every time Y/N made a sound or grabbed at him, moaning softly as he continued.

Y/N cried out when Dean brushed against their g-spot. They moved to clutch at Dean’s back, nails digging in a bit. “Fuck, fuck, please,” they begged through their moans. “Please.” Dean groaned at their voice, speeding up and hitting against their g-spot. He panted a little as his eyes shut in ecstasy, his tongue hanging out of his mouth. Y/N completely melted, dissolving into a string of pleas and moans as they bit at Dean’s shoulder. “Fuck,” they whimpered, eyes shut tight. “Fuck.”

Dean moaned almost whorishly as he hit their g-spot again, thrusting with a steady speed. “God, fuck—“ Dean grumbled at Y/N biting him.

Y/N cried out as their orgasm hit them, digging their nails into Dean’s back as they came with something resembling a sob. “Fuck, fuck, Dean,” they mewled. Their mind had gone completely blank in a haze of pleasure and they sagged against Dean, panting.

Dean leaned down into them as he came as well, his breath staggered as he slowly pulled himself out. “God, Y/N/N.” He muttered, inhaling deeply.

They gave a light chuckle, letting out a final deep breath. “Thanks for that, hon.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Y/N/N, I love you, but you turn into one hell of a brat when you let me lead.”

“I love you too, Dean. I guess you just bring all ‘at outta me.” They shrugged. “Ain’t my fault.”

“So you liked the skirt though?”

They laughed and kissed his cheek. “Yeah, darlin’. I liked the skirt.”

Bonus A/N: If you liked this, go message my buddy @shootingstarfire18 who wrote this originally, they kick ass & deserve all the credit in the world. :)

[planetlibby]

dean winchester x sibling user

first post <3

You and the boys had been tucked away for the night at the usual small town motel, some old lady sat behind the reception chain smoking while reading the paper, the wall’s wallpaper peeling and most of all the place stunk of rat piss. What a magical place!

It was nearing midnight as you tossed and turned once again, the place had two twin beds and money was tight (when wasnt it) so you were stuck on the couch while the boys got the two twin beds. You always got the short straw. Painfully, you sat up on the couch, rubbing your neck at the pain that was already beginning to form from just an hour of laying on the couch.

Grabbing your jacket and your cigs you headed outside, trying your best to open and shut the door as quietly as you could. Planting your ass on the edge of the curb as you lit up the cigarette, taking a deep drag of it before inhaling then exhaling. The smoke surrounding you and the sky, truly was beautiful how it intertwined with each other before difussing into the air.

You thought you had been quite before you hear the door click open behind you. Fuck. You kept your head forward taking another drag before dean sat down next to you. He didnt say a whole lot except take the cigarette from your fingers taking a drag of it himself. He had never classed himself as a smoker like you had but more of ‘if i need it, i need it’ so not often.

‘Yer gonna catch a cold sitting out here,’ His voice is low and raspy from the sleep or the coldness taking over. Dean placed the cigarette back between your fingers, he wasnt wrong; the seasons had began changing once more, moving from autumn into winter.

‘Since when did you care?’ You asked a tad bit defensively, recently your words always had that edge to them.

‘Since you stopped taking care of yourself,’

Oh. Of course you had been maybe taking a little less care of yourself but everything had been getting too hetic. Dad was so close to your grasps but the search for him still remained, and maybe you smoked nearly a full pack of cigs in a few days but that was normal? right? loads of people smoked like that. your thoughts laced with trying to defend yourself but you knew it, deep down they were excuses.

‘’m sorry,’ You mumbled to Dean, he had always had to play a father figure to you, as much as dad was dad, dean was dad to in his own way, he had always made sure you and Sammy were fed and safe.

‘Just dont want you getting too rough,’ That was probably some of the more sweet stuff dean had said to you. He was protective and caring but he didnt show in the lovey dovey way. Thats how dad had raised him to be the macho man solider; because thats what dad did, he raised soliders not children.

‘I know,’ You murmured, you knew he had your best intentions at heart.

‘Go get some sleep, ill sleep on the sofa,’ There was no point in disagreeing with dean because he was sure as hell stubborn like that.

‘thanks,’ you flashed him a small thin lip smile before heading inside.

[love-yourself-first-tfw]

Hard to Love - Part One

Pairing: MOC!Dean/Demon!Dean x Reader 

Prompt: While dating Dean, he gets more and more reclusive toward you when he is given the Mark of Cain. Unable to handle the behavior, you leave but some part of him isn’t willing to let you go. 

Word Count: 3883 :) 

Warnings: Angst, Break-Up, Violence, Demon!Dean, lots of tears. 

Author’s Note: I had this saved as a draft from the end of 2016, unfinished so I tried to finish it as well as I could. It just came out like word vomit but I’m not sure how much I like it. I tried my best to make it gender neutral so if there are any mistakes, please let me know! 

Part Two 

You noticed that when you were lying in bed, he had his back towards you, almost falling off the bed to get away from your presence. Unable to reach out and touch him in fear of rejection, you continued to stare at his Henley-covered back, watching his steady breaths.

"Dean? Is everything okay with us?" The question sounds weird, a lump pushing into your throat, uncomfortably. He answered with a grunt, nothing else, keeping with his recent code of silence toward you. A dejected hum leaves your lips.

Turning on your back, looking around the room at all the items -- with some of you sprinkled in-- that make it your shared room. Wringing your hands together as you think about where you can go, you can’t stay here anymore, not like this. You want to help him but how can you when he doesn’t even want to be near you?

                                                                              Something had changed in the last few weeks. He wouldn't look at you, let alone talk. He wouldn’t shut up with Sam and Cas, though. 

Maybe the hours of silence with me drove him to talk to them.

Dean is only close to you when you are in Baby, driving to a hunt. Not holding your hand anymore but instead gripping the wheel, knuckles turning white, not sparing a glance at you. You’d gone as far as changing the music, to a pop station nonetheless, in the middle of one of his songs, hopeful of a reaction.  

Yell! Look at me with disgust! Do something, please!

But par for the course, Dean does nothing. He stares at the road, unmoving and silent while Sam and you stare at him in disbelief. The tears well up as you look at the horizon to your right, trying your best to not break in front of either man. Trying to understand what you could do differently. 

You stop sitting up front. You don’t talk to him. You avoid him at the bunker. You respond with little-to-no passive-aggressive comments when Dean talks to you through Sam. You keep your crying to the bathroom and shower, alone. 

You knew the Mark would change him but not like this. 

He kissed you last week after a rough hunt, a close call with a witch causing a teeny moment of intimacy between you two. Both of you pulled away with wide eyes: yours in shock and his in... disappointment? He walked ran away before a talk could be had, disappearing somewhere in the main area, while you went to take a shower; a habit forming. 

No matter what you try he just keeps pulling away.

Do I keep trying? 

I can get my things together and leave by the next hunt. Dean won’t stop me if I want to stay home.

Home. The thought made it so much more real. This is your home; Dean is your home. You take a sharp breath through your nose, trying not to make too much noise as you got up, going somewhere the breakdown won’t bother Dean.

                                                                                When Sam comes up to you in the morning, letting you know that there’s a possible ghost in the next town over, an easy salt and burn. You sniffle for effect as you tell Sam that you’re not feeling the greatest, watching his eyes drop in sympathy. 

He throws his arm around your shoulders, leading you back toward your bedroom.

“You shouldn’t be up then, dude. Go lay down, I’ll bring you some medicine before we leave, and I’ll tell Dean you aren’t coming. I’m sure he’ll want to see you.” 

You don’t need to look at Sam to know he doesn’t believe what he’s saying but you thank him regardless, feeling guilty about what the future will be. A hug in the doorway, tighter on your end than usual, ends when he pulls away and helps you back into bed. 

Sam comes back with some pills and a cup of water, ice clinking against the glass, with each stride. “Do you need anything else?” 

With the blanket tucked under your chin, you shake your head. “No, I’m good. I’m just gonna sleep it off and if it gets worse, I’ll text you, okay?” 

“Okay, I hope you feel better soon, (Y/N/N), and don’t beat yourself up about Dean. He’s not doing well with the Mark; he still loves you.” 

You close your eyes and turn your back to him after you nod to his comment, trying to hint that he’s good to leave and that if he stays, you’d rather not talk.

“Thanks, Sammy. I love ya.” 

“Love you too, (Y/N).” 

The click of the door shutting follows the flick of the light switch. And more tears. Silent and steady as you listen and wait for the departure that begins the end of life as you know it. 

Exhausted from the last few days of one-sided fighting, you try to fight off the sleep that takes over, but you slip under just as the hall light spills in when Dean peaks his head past the door frame. 

                                                                              It’s a few hours later when you wake up to a text from Sam, they’ve made it to the cozy town, and he will let you know when it’s done or if they have any problems. You let him know you feel better before wishing them luck on the hunt, getting up, and beginning the process of mission: Disappearing (Y/N). 

With a sigh, you start going through the knick-knacks that you’ve collected over the years, sighing again when you realize that all things will just remind you of him. Anger flares within you, the white-hot rage of your hand being forced, the whole situation out of your control. 

Leaving the small things and just grabbing your clothes from the closet, looking around the room for anything that could be useful on the trip. No mementos to save. You slam the door on your way out, going to your old room next, going through the same routine as before.

Two filled duffel bags sit in the back seat of your car when you finish, mostly clothes and things you’d brought with you when you moved into the bunker. Not running around anymore, the rush of adrenaline begins to fade turning into more anger. 

“Why!? I don’t understand?!” You hit the steering wheel with your palms, letting out a scream that transforms into an ugly wet, wail. 

A note laying in the war room, on the map table, explains why you left, addressed to Sam, in a last effort to be heard or at the very least get the last word. Your phone is on top of the note, showing the seriousness of your actions.

Sam,

Maybe we will see each other on the road again but I can’t stay somewhere I’m clearly not wanted. I’m sorry for lying to you and not saying goodbye in person. I don’t think I would’ve gone otherwise. Love ya, dude. Tell jerk face that I’ll always love him even if he has that mark on his arm, if he becomes a demon, or if he hates me. Always. 

I hope the best for you in the future. 

Goodbye,

(Y/N)

You wipe your nose with your sleeve, lifting your head from the steering wheel to embark on the journey to a new home. 

                                                                              In just a few months, you are settled in your new apartment in Colorado, taking a break from hunting to get familiar with the area. Neither Dean nor Sam gets into contact with you, whether that’s not wanting to or for lack of trying, you don’t know. 

With a new job in a library in town, you try to get past the guilt that sweeps over you every now and then, reminding yourself of the way you were treated. Of why you left in the first place. 

Unlocking the door after a long Monday of reshelving books, the silence of the apartment is disturbed by your keys going into the bowl next to the coat rack. You slip your shoes off before sliding your jacket off and onto the rack, turning to the living room and shouting in shock at Dean, who is standing, arms crossed, in front of the couch. 

“What the hell? Why are you in my house?” 

“Why do you have a devil’s trap in your living room?” He smirks, a glint in his eyes that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. “Seems like you were expecting someone.” 

You put it there when you moved in, taking a page from Bobby’s book by using invisible blacklight paint. Decided that while one is useful in front of the door, the living room was also easy to run through if caught off guard, with no door to slow you down, and no one expects it there. 

Looking him over again before answering his question, his face is thinner than when you last saw him, hair gelled in a way that looks unnatural for him. His dark red button-up hangs loosely on his body. 

“For this reason. Though I can’t say I expected you to be stuck in it. Who killed you?” 

“Metatron. Though to be fair, I did try to kill him first.” You hum as he tries-- and fails-- to sit on the couch. “You couldn’t have made this any smaller, huh?” 

The smirk on his face only grows as he feels irritation roll off of you. “What do you want, Dean?” 

Now it’s his turn to look you up and down, wetting his lips before speaking. “I can think of a couple things.” 

You roll your eyes and make your way to your bedroom. 

“Oh, c’mon. I was just joking, sweetheart!” 

You ignore his words and change into comfortable clothes before dialing Sam’s number, deciding that letting him know was better than waiting for any more of Dean’s antics. 

“Hello?”

“Sam? It’s (Y/N). Dean just showed up at my house and got stuck in a devil’s trap.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead.

Another shout from the living room brings tears to your eyes, the love of your life so close but so far at the same time. 

“Just wanted to talk to ya! You gonna leave me out here alone?” 

Sam asks for your address, giving you the details of what had conspired in the last couple of weeks: Dean dying and being turned into a demon, then bolting and teaming up with Crowley-- doing only God knows what around the country-- meanwhile Sam is doing everything he can to find and cure his brother.

“I’m not too far from you but I’ll still be awhile. Like...” he pauses, taking a deep breath, “maybe seven hours. I’m sorry I can’t get there sooner.” 

“It’s okay, I’ll keep him here. I can’t say he’ll be in a happy mood when you get here.” 

“Well, he won’t be happy to see me anyway, so it won’t matter. Thanks for the heads up though. I’ll let you know when I get there.” 

“Okay, see you soon, Sam.” 

With a deep breath, you slid out into the hallway, building up the confidence to make yourself visible to Dean. 

“You can do this. Make your dinner and ignore the living, breathing, talking, statue in the middle of your apartment.” Nodding to yourself, you walk out with your chin up. 

“There you are!” 

Dean’s eyes follow you past him and the couch as you move to the kitchen. Keeping busy with the leftovers, you avoid making eye contact with Dean, brushing his announcement off with silence. When you put the plate of chicken and rice into the microwave, your focus drifts from the timer counting down to those vibrant pools of green, ominous black hiding behind them. 

His eyebrows raise up in amusement, “You lose. Are you going to talk to me now?” 

“How ‘bout no.” You cross your arms, scoffing at the question.

“You just did, baby. Now just hear me out, you said you’d still love me as a demon, but this doesn’t feel like love to me.” 

He chuckles darkly at the end of his words. His demeanor changes: eyebrows pulling down, eyes darkening, and a sneer coming onto his lips. 

The microwave beeps, pulling your attention away, though your words slip out before you can think about it. “I do still love you, jerk face.” 

It’s not a secret or a lie, you just didn’t want to say it aloud. It had been peaceful dissociating from all that and using every waking moment to adjust to the new way of living without him, not knowing if he would ever come back. 

The plate hits the counter harder than you mean for it to, tears stinging your eyes again. “What do you want from me, Dean? I left so you wouldn’t have to feel guilty about whatever the fuck you felt guilty about. You didn’t want to explain it to me then, what do you possibly have to say now?” 

A split second of shock passes Dean’s face before it’s back to anger. He opens his mouth, but you cut him off before he can say anything, pulling the silverware drawer open and grabbing a fork. 

“No, seriously. I. Don’t. Care. There really is no fucking excuse for what you put me through. So, unless you want to say sorry-- which I highly doubt, considering the black eyes rolling around back there-- shut up.” You slam the drawer: the loud noise and rattling of metals end your shouting. Taking a deep breath and beginning to eat, your back turned away from him, with a tiny, fragment of hope he actually listens. 

He blows a raspberry, “Well, that’s where you are sorely mistaken. I’m sorry for what the numb nuts did to you. To think, I could’ve had you from the beginning if he’d just said a few words to you now and again.” 

Your chewing stops as the food becomes a rock in your mouth, no longer able to swallow as you listen to him. Staring ahead at the balcony door as he continues spewing words at you. 

“Instead of all the cheap whores in dingy bars, I could’ve had you. Waiting on little ole’ me.” It’s clear from his tone that he is mocking you, taunting your words. Even though the relationship is over, the words make your chest twist uncomfortably, your watery eyes finally spilling over. 

“Whatever, have fun out here by yourself.” You leave the half-eaten meal on the counter, not sparing a glance at the man as you pass him to go to your room, keeping your head down to hide the tears that stream down your face. 

Slamming the door, shoving your face in a pillow, and screaming to relieve the stress of the situation, only helps bring more cries out of you. You know it’s not the Dean you knew talking to you but the twisted and dark version, wanting what he wants with no care about who it may affect. 

The darkness of your eyelids fluttering takes over you as you fall asleep to Dean’s calls to you. A dream of your life from before fills your head, one more moment with Dean that you can hope to forget when you wake.

                                                                            You jerk awake when your phone buzzes from a text, the vibrations magnified by the wood of the side table. Two texts from Sam illuminate the screen. 

From Sam: I just got into town I’ll be there in twenty minutes.

From Sam: Just got to your apartment. You get my first text?

To Sam: Sorry, fell asleep. 2C. Door’s unlocked for you. 

From Sam: I’ll be up there soon. 

When you take a moment to listen, it’s completely silent. Panicking at the thought that Dean was able to get away before Sam and you could cure him, you rush to the living room. Dean stands still, glaring at you as you appear from the hallway.

His lips are drawn into a sneer as he snarls, “how nice of you to come to see your guest.” 

The door opens as he ends, catching his attention, a scoff comes from him when Sam comes around the door. 

“I told you to fuck off, Sam. I don’t want you to be cured.”

Sam just shrugs, putting the duffel bag on the couch, and unloading some tools to get Dean back to the bunker with little to no issues. 

“Dean, you told me that you’d leave (Y/N) alone. So, what’s that about? Tired of the demon life?” 

Sam motions to you, hair crumpled from the impromptu nap, eyes, and nose red from crying. “You’ve been bar hopping for weeks on end, new people in your bed every night. Your freaking wet dream. Why are you here, ripping open an old wound, on someone who clearly doesn’t want shit from you?”  

“I saw you. You were at the bar in town, with some others, didn’t even notice me when I sat down at the bar top-- can’t say your observation skills were ever the best anyway.” Dean eyes you as he speaks, watching your jaw clench at the small dig toward you. 

“And then I get a call from some dude about how he caught Sam and if I wanted him back alive, I’d have to switch places with him, I told him to fuck off and came here instead. Looks like you made it alright, didn’t ya, Sammy?” 

“Yup, just like always.” He puts his good hand on your back, steering you towards the kitchen. 

“What the hell, seriously, Sam? What happened?” 

Sam leans against the countertop, his chin resting on his chest as he takes a deep breath. You reach into the freezer for a bag of peas, wrap it in a towel, and press it to his black eye, letting him hold the makeshift icepack when he winces. 

“He pulled up when I was stranded on the side of the road, I thought he was going to help but he knocked me out and brought me to an old barn, maybe?” 

His head drops, no longer making eye contact with you. 

“He called Dean and then when Dean hung up, he just went off.” Mocking the man who had tortured him only a day before, Sam’s voice lowers comically, “He killed my father in front of me...Two tours in Iraq in Special OPS...blah blah blah. Then he hit me a bunch, trying to get Dean’s location.” 

Two tours in Iraq? Special OPS? 

His pause allows you to ask your next question of many, “how did you get away?” 

“He got a phone call and when he pulled his phone out, his knife fell from his pocket, and I just got out.” 

A twinge of doubt and anxiety spread through you, the words “that seems too easy” on your lips after he explains. He finally looks back at you, seeing the questioning expression on your face.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” He lowers the frozen peas when you make your way to the living room again. 

“You mean to tell me that a solider, not just any ol’ solider at that, special OPS who served two tours in Iraq and he just dropped a knife, that let you get away?” 

As if to emphasize your point, the whole house goes dark. You reach the bookshelf behind Dean, both men watching you. The few beats of silence are broken when the front window breaks, a canister rolling onto the floor behind the couch, spraying a thick, white cloud of smoke. 

It reaches Sam first, harsh coughs coming from him as he yells for you to get to the backyard. Feeling the wall by the bookcase, you find the string taped to the wall that will break the seal when pulled. Feeling your eyes water, nose and throat burning, you tug the string with you as you move toward the back door, breaking the trap’s seal, and releasing Dean.

The smoke impedes your vision, your hip catches on the corner of the couch making you stumble to the floor, and more coughs force their way up through your lips. 

Arms encircle your waist, and harsh whispers come over your shoulder, “Jesus, your life is in danger, and you release the demon, how sickening.” He helps you to the fresh air that burns when you greedily suck it down. 

Dean’s support leaves your body, your knees hitting the moist grass that seeps through your sweatpants. When you open your eyes, you have to blink past the tears to see Sam lying next to you and Dean in front of you.  An unknown voice speaks to Dean, emotional and hate-filled, “You remember me?” 

“Yeah, you’re the guy from that thing.” 

“We talked on the phone. This is payback.”

The two men begin to fight, Dean doesn’t even try to pull punches, continuing to belittle him, yelling coming from Cole with every hit that he takes. Sam moves, waking up from a hit to the head, eyes meeting yours before flitting to Dean. Dean taunts and throws the man’s gun to the side, winking at you before he turns back to the fight.

“...spitballing here, but maybe you’re not as good as you think.” 

A pause from Dean before he laughs. “Ooh,” Dean’s hands go up in a fake surrender wave, “You know kung-fu?”

“I know everything.”

Dean gets into Cole’s face after quoting The Princess Bride, making his first mistake as Cole slices his face with his knife. Going to stab, only angering Dean more when he grabs Cole’s throat.

“You have no idea what you walked into, do you?”

“What are you?” 

Knowing Dean’s eyes are black at the expression on Cole’s face, you close your eyes, hearing the rest of the fight and Cole egging Dean on to kill him. 

“I changed my mind, I guess.” Dean chuckles before he breaks out in a hiss.

“It’s over! Stop.” 

You open your eyes and see that Sam has managed to get the Devil’s trap handcuffs on Dean. A murderous look on Dean’s face, staring up at Sam from his knees. Sam ignores his brother’s glare, looking at you as you sit back on your heels. “You okay, (Y/N/N)?”

You nod, watching Sam force Dean into the back of Baby, unable to take your eyes off Dean, who continues to kill Sam with his unblinking, scowl. 

Sam helps you up, keeping an eye on Dean so he can’t escape. “You can come with us. I’m giving the first blade to Crowley and I’m going to try to cure him. I don’t know if it’ll work but I’m hopeful.” 

You look back to your house; in the scuffle to get Dean, neither you nor Sam see where Cole flees to-- the feeling of safety and home lost, now that the invasion is over. 

Sighing, you wrap your arms around yourself, nodding and speaking softly, “yeah, let me just grab a couple of things and I’ll be down. You might need some help with him.” 

Looking back at Dean, you speak again, unsure how firm the words are. “I’ll stay until he’s cured but after that, I’m gonna go.” 

                                                                          Part Two

[coro-chan6]

Somehow Supernatural

Summary: What happens when you somehow end up in the Supernatural universe? What happens when you're somehow special in the Supernatural universe? Read on to see the chaos that ensues.

Warnings: poc!character, gn!character, teen!character, heavy cursing, Winchester madness, Dean needs a warning just for himself

Word Count: 2018

Chapter One: What The Fuck and Where The Fuck

Do you ever feel like time is going slow? I usually don’t because I’m a fast-paced type of person, but lately, I’ve felt like time has come to a standstill. It feels like my 10th-grade year ended three months ago when it’s only been three weeks. I feel like I haven’t seen my friends in 2 weeks and not the mere two days that it actually has been.

I don’t know why my world feels like it’s spinning at half the speed it usually does. Maybe it’s because I’m excited? In August, I’ll start my junior year. My first year in high school that I’ll be an upperclassman. Maybe I’m happy at the prospect of almost being done with high school. Or… is time not going by because I’m not having fun? I haven’t been completely bored, but it hasn’t been the best summer I’ve ever experienced. 

Is there something waiting for me in the near future? Did my world slow because I have something to look out for?

I know this sounds really dramatic. Some 16-year-old goof with an overactive imagination. Perhaps that’s it… but something in me can’t let it go. 

Welcome to my thoughts! They never end, even when I’m asleep. They take me down dark and gorey paths and also wildly stupid would-never-happen-in-a-million-years paths as well. All this shit in my mind flying around at lightspeed is probably why I’m such a good writer. Or, at least I think I’m a good writer. And my mom, but do moms really count? 

I come up with things that are unique and cool. Because I’m a unique and cool person. I don’t know who I’m talking to but I feel like I’m talking to someone so instead of letting you suffocate in the hornets nest that is my mind, I’ll introduce myself.

I’m… actually I don’t want you to know my name, but I’ll tell you other things. I’m 16 and I like anime, and colorful stuff, and reading, and writing, and basically anything. I’m flexible like that. I can deal with people until I run out of battery like most introverted people. I have a severe superiority complex that I like to pretend isn’t a thing, but it’s definitely a thing. It doesn’t affect how I interact with people, but since you’re in my head, um, you’ll see all of it. I thought I’d give you a heads-up.

Anyway, what are you doing in my head? Who are you? It may be my superiority complex talking here but… am I some special being that’s about to save the universe or something?

…I’ll take your silence as a no. 

Could you talk to me though? It’d make me feel much less lonely and a lot less crazy. 

…

…

…

Oh my god, what am I doing? There’s no one in my head. There’s no one listening to my thoughts. I am quite literally just a goofy teenager that thinks they’re gonna gain superpowers but, let’s be honest, what I really gained was a mental illness. 

That’s what this is, isn’t it? I have split personalities like Tobias Hankel in Criminal Minds. Am I gonna start killing people because my alter ego demands it of me? Am I gonna go to prison? I know I’ve talked huge crap about how tough I am to my friends, but I would be deluding myself if I thought I could survive prison. I would be eaten alive!

Wake up!

Be so hilariously for real! I am so awake I can see the words spinning around in my head. I’m so awake that I could pinch my arm - when I find it - and it would hurt as much as my self-harm! I am awake!

…

Okay, I can’t find my arm. I know I said I would so I could pinch it, but I look down to where my arm should be and there’s nothing there but black. And I’m not saying that because I’m black because I’m not. All black people are brown, let’s get real. It’s a dark ass void. Like, a space of complete emptiness. 

Maybe I’m not as awake as I thought I was.

Wake up!

Dude, I’m trying! It has never been this hard for me to wake up in my life. Even when I was having those dreams about that tall, gnarly-handed fucker chasing me around I still had an out. I had that key that I would find and it would wake me up. And, yes, that sounds like the most made-up shit in existence, but those are my dreams. They’re a fucking acid trip.

“Wake up!” Hold on just a second… I’ve heard that voice before. It’s familiar, at least. 

Not my mom, not my dad, not either of my brothers, none of my friends sound like that. It’s kinda looking like I don’t know this eerily familiar voice and I’m making shit up to sound cool, but I’m not! 

I feel someone shaking my shoulders like I’ve pissed them off or something. I would have been upset, but the feeling in my shoulders means I have to have arms! Right?

“Wake up! I did not hit you that hard!” They continued to shake me like I was a fucking snow globe, “You better not be messing with me, dude!”

The dark void and my thoughts that I could see as words in front of me were starting to fade away. After they did, I was kinda hoping that I could’ve stayed in the darkness forever. I mean, if this was a dream - and it definitely was - this was one of the most realistic ones I’ve had. So realistic that it was practically rude.

The image that replaced the void was a face. A face that I never thought I’d see except for on my calendar and TV. If I wasn’t going batshit crazy, I was seeing the Dean Winchester leaning over me as I was laid out flat on… hardass concrete?

“I swear I taught you how to avoid that move weeks ago. Where’s your head?” My head, Mr Dean Winchester sir is still trying to grasp the fact that you are a living, breathing, hunk of a man that is occupying the same space as me.

My mouth opened and closed like a brainless goldfish until I finally managed to word, “What the fuck?”

Dean looked taken aback. It was the type of face you’d give someone when they do something unexpected and I curse all the fucking time. This shouldn’t be surprising to him. Plus, he shouldn’t even know me in the first place!

“Where the fuck and what the fuck?” I sounded like a psychopath. Wording wasn’t going very well for me right now.

“Okay, let’s get you off the floor, and then we can talk about any brain damage you may or may not have gotten,” The next thing I knew, Dean’s firm arms were wrapped around my torso and my world expanded from just his face to… a storage closet room thing? 

There were those old-looking boxes that looked like fake wood but were really plastic stacked all over the room on various shelves. Toward the edge of the floor-to-ceiling concrete room was an opening through the shelves that seemed to go into another room. In the center of the room we were in - I know, a lot to keep track of - there was a white-painted demon star thing. Dean sat me in the chair that was presumably moved from the middle of the demon star.

“What the hell is going on with you right now?” Dean was now crouched in front of my chair staring at me with half-worried eyes.

“Dean…” I started.

“Yes?”

“Where the flying fuck am I?” His half-worried expression went to full-blown worry in a split second. 

“Does your head hurt?” He tried to feel the back of my skull but I quickly shifted away from him, “What’s wrong? Why are you acting like you don’t know where you are?”

“Because I don’t know where I am! I’m not stupid enough to think I’m actually in the bunker!” 

Dean looked as confused as I felt, “Kid, you are in the bunker.”

“And you’re Dean Winchester,” I scoffed, “You may look like him, but that’s kinda impossible.”

I know I said it was impossible, but remember that superiority complex I mentioned earlier? It kept making this whole situation more believable the longer I sat here looking at what looked like Dean Winchester and made me think I was here to save the universe or some shit. 

…look, man, I can’t help it!

“I’m getting Cas,” Dean huffed and turned to see the angel himself standing behind him. He let out an inhuman squawk of surprise that I wasn’t gonna let him forget before he reprimanded Castiel for probably the umteenth time for sneaking up on him.

“Dean,” Castiel said in his monotone voice, interrupting the hunter from his lecture, “Their energy is off.”

Dean quickly turned back to look at me before responding to Castiel, “What do you mean off?”

“It shifted. Like they’re like a whole different person.”

“May I interject?” I said… interjecting, “I don’t know who the fuck you knew before, but I am definitely not them. I’ve never met either of you in my entire life.”

“And they’re not a demon, Dean,” Castiel spoke up when he noticed Dean reaching for something - probably a knife - in his pocket. I owed Castiel one. I was not trying to get stabbed today.

“If they’re not a demon,” Dean stopped reaching for his weapon but was still tense, “Then what are they?”

Castiel and Dean both turned to me thinking I knew what the fuck was going on. I’m just as confused as you two!

“Well, my name is Jenny.”

“Don’t lie or I’ll be forced to look through your mind,” Castiel threatened.

“Maybe you should do that anyway,” Dean stated.

“No!” My voice cracked as I tried to keep my cool, “My real name is Casey. I’m a quirky 16-year-old from the barren land of the Quakers and I don’t mean any harm. I mean, look at me. Do you really believe I could do any harm?”

“They do have a point,” Dean said, “They’ve always been kinda skinny and noodly.”

His saying that made me look down at my body. I was wearing a plain red T-shirt with dark blue jeans and cringe-looking sneakers. I did look pretty skinny. My body - which was most definitely not this one - was more muscular than skinny. I also didn’t have hair scratching at my neck because I cut it when I was 13, but with this person's body, my hair was down to my shoulders. At least I was still my beautiful, golden brown skin tone.

“So… can I get up now or…?” I don’t know if it was a conscious thing or not, but Dean and Castiel had blocked my escape from my chair with their bodies. If I wanted to get up, I would have to push them, and I didn’t want to break the very thin layer of trust we had built up with my cooperation.

They seemed to have a whole conversation in their mind - maybe they did, I don’t know the extent of angel shit - before they eventually gave me space to stand.

I stood. Honestly, I thought I was going to fall over for some reason, but I didn’t. My new, skinny body did what it was told and stayed upright.

“Okay,” I smiled, “Where’s Sam?”

“How the hell do you know Sam? And how did you know my name?” Dean was still a bit suspicious of me. Telling him that he was part of a TV show I watched during COVID would probably make me sound crazy so I just went with:

“It’s a long story.”

Dean squinted his eyes at me as if he could actually see if I was telling the truth or not then, let out a huff, “Fine, come on. We’re going to the meeting room for a meeting.”

Oh boy.

AN: First chapter of my new series. Really excited to see how it goes! I have a bunch of chapters already written. I might post one every week. Hope you enjoyed!

[yinorathedragontamer]

HIII BABES i saw u write for spn so here's a req if ur willing !!

can i have a sam x genderfluid reader (or nonbinary is fine !) where reader saves sam from a monster attack and ends up tagging along w him and dean, during which sam kind of follows them around and admires them a lot ??

thanksss xx and hope ur enjoying the show

a/n: SURE THING BABE!! im actually so excited because this is my very first supernatural request, so thats really cool! i love the username btw, and the banner thing on your profile, really mixing my hyperfixations there! (dead boy detectives + supernatural) if you want another part, or another prompt whatsoever just request!

pairing: Sam Winchester x genderfluid!hunter!reader, platonic!Dean Winchester x reader, set with season 2 in mind (Dean doesn't have a deal yet)

note: i am not personally genderfluid, so im sorry if there are any inaccuracies, i tried my best with the knowledge i have. reader rides a purple motorcycle, Dean and reader are little shits to eachother but we love it here. reader is a badass because i said so. reader knows about Dean and Sam because of Bobby. reader is mentioned to wear eyeliner once. reader likes metallica (same)

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it started with a simple case, it was a quick vamp nest, in and out.

what they hadn't thought of, was the fact that maybe, maybe, the kind woman who was hitting on both of them at the bar at an ungodly hour might've been a vamp too, and perhaps wanted to get rid of them, keep them away from her oh-so-lovely nest.

so here they are, tied up, gagged with a cloth, vamps practically circling them.

Sam could count 4 in sight, and atleast three taking naps a few feet away.

while Sam racks his mind for a solution, Dean can't help but shoot a wink to the vampire who hit on them at the bar a few hours ago, trying to act as chill as he can.

suddenly, all four of the circling vampires look up at the sound of a motercycle, and before they know it one comes crashing through the wooden wall, a guy with a helmet, you, being on top of it.

you jump off the motorcycle, letting it crash right into two vampires and lodging them against the opposite wall while you take out your machete, slashing at the other two, cutting their heads off with great skill.

next, the three napping vampires wake up, and immediately fling themselves at you.

you avoid them, dodging as if its a walk in the park, and cut off their head too.

for a second, you forget about the last two vamps, who are now free from your motorcycle, and charging at you.

one of them manages to knick your arm, leaving a small cut, and the other just completely misses, her leg having been crushed from the crash.

you handle them both pretty well, slashing at them and effectively killing them.

you take off your helmet, letting out a relieved sigh.

"damn, it better not be broken too bad" you mumble as you walk over and set your motorcycle upright again.

you hear muffled... something, coming from one of the guys tied to the pole, and see them both looking at you.

"oh, right, people" you mumble, taking a few long strides to get to them, first removing the cloth from their mouth and then the rope from their hands.

"you two good?" you ask, helping them up.

"how the fuck did you do that?" the shorter one asks, running a hand through his short hair.

"lets see, training, training, practice, did i mention training?" you say sarcastically, earning a chuckle from the tall one.

"hey, that was pretty cool, im taking it you're a hunter? we are too, im Sam and this is my brother Dean" he says with a smile, it reminds you of a golden retriever.

"wait, your last name doesn't happen to be Winchester, right?" you reply with a small smile of your own.

"its nice to meet you, i'm [name], i heard of you two from Bobby"

"well, your motorcycle seems pretty fucked, one of its tires is going empty and there's a piece hanging loose" Dean comments, dusting off his hands.

"oh for fuck's sake, i just got it fixed!" you groan in annoyance.

"oh, you can tag along with us if you want, we got a motel nearby" Sam offers sweetly, earning an elbow in the ribs from Dean.

"thanks, but i'm good, i got a motel room nearby too, infact, it wouldn't surprise me if we got the same one. Sunshine's Seashell Motel?" Sam looks surprised, Dean just looks annoyed.

"right, great, we'll see you tomorrow, maybe" Dean comments, before grabbing Sam's arm and practically dragging him away.

you smile to yourself, shaking your head before walking out aswell, going back to the motel.

the next morning, you put on a tanktop and some comfy jeans, matched with a flannel. you walk out, hair loose and some eyeliner on.

you walk out front to bring back your key, a duffelbag over your shoulder. you thank the worker behind the desk, and hear mumbling behind you.

you turn to the sound, and see Sam and Dean standing there, Dean making a face while Sam seems to talk wide eyed.

"im telling you Dean, that's the guy who saved our asses last night!"

"bullshit! thats just some girl in a flannel who looks like him, im sure of it!"

you smile, and decide to walk over to them. "hey boys! rested up from the whole thing yesterday?" you can't help but grin at Dean's flabbergasted face.

"im sorry, but i could swear you were a guy last night" Dean says, looking very confused.

"i was" you say cassually, walking along with them as they exit the motel and walk to their car, which you can't help but admire.

"what?" Dean looks even more confused, and Sam speaks up.

"genderfluid, Dean, she's genderfluid" Sam looks almost interested in you, but you shrug it off for admiration or something.

"atleast, i think thats it, right?" you nod, coming to a stop as Dean just shakes his head in disbelief and gets into the drivers seat, dumping his bag in the back, and Sam is about to go into the passengers seat before he looks at you.

"you wanna come with us? we're going to Bobby's, and im guessing your motorcycle isnt in a driving state." he smiles kindly at you, and you can swear he checks you out with his eyes before you shake it off.

"yeah, that'd be great, actually, thanks" you get in the back of the car, a grumbled scoff coming from Dean.

the moment he turns on the car, metallica 'sad but true' comes blasting throught the speakers, and you bob your head along the beat.

"ah, i see you actually have style! you know what, you can drive with us whenever you want" Dean says with a shit eating grin, earning and eyeroll from Sam.

"right, so she likes your music, and suddenly its all fine?" he scoffs and looks out of the window.

you can't stop the fluttering feeling in your chest.

maybe, for once, hunting can bring you something good, something better than just saving people.

maybe it can bring you your best ally you'll ever gain.

maybe it'll grant you a lover.

little do you know, that Sam is looking at you through the mirror, admiration apparent in his gaze, and he looks away again. he looks at Dean, who gives him a knowing look.

his brother is down bad already.

[lucyswinter]

Request guidelines

Requests are : OPEN<3

Masterlist

Who/what I write for:

-Cillian Murphy/ characters: (Jackson Rippner, Tom Shelby, Neil Lewis, Jonathan Crane, Kitten Braden, Jim: 28 days later, Emmett: a quiet place part II, Raymond Leon, Robert Fischer, Tom Buckley)

-Criminal Minds: Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Penelope Garcia, JJ,

-The Bear: Sydney Adamu, Richie Jerimovich, Carmen Berzatto, Sugar Berzatto

-Saw: Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight, Mark Hoffman, Peter Strahm, Amanda Young, Jill Tuck, Lynn Denlon (for ships: I’ll do chainshipping, coffinshipping, and shotgunshipping/lynnmanda!)

-American Horror Story (All seasons up to Cult with the addition of 1984. Only ships if they are canon (by season, I mean)! i.e: I won’t do Kit Walker (s2) x Madison Montgomery (s3) or anything! And for canon relationships, I will do any season besides NYC and Delicate as long as they are already together. For example, I would do Montana and Richard from 1984.)

-Nip/Tuck: Sean McNamara, Christian Troy, Matt McNamara, Julie McNamara, Liz Cruz, Eden Lord, Sophia Lopez, Kimber Henry

-DC villains (from the Nolan trilogy or Gotham tv show! I will specify from which one I mean. I’ll also write Batman but that’s the only “hero”/vigilante)

-Peaky blinders: Luca Changretta, Tom Shelby, Alfie Solomons, Finn Shelby, John Shelby, Arthur Shelby, Oswald Mosley

-Top Gun/ Top Gun: Maverick: any characters! (For ships, I only rlly know IceMav 😭 but I’m open to others! I’ll also do penny!reader)

-Bridgerton/ Queen Charolette: Daphne x Simon, George x Charolette, Anthony x Kate, Colin x Penelope (and all of these characters individually as well as Benedict, Violet, Eloise, and the Featherington sisters! *Edit for season 3*: Lord Debling, Lord Stirling, Lady Arnold, Lord Anderson, Francesca Bridgerton, Cressida Cowper)

-Community: Professor Ian Duncan, Jeff Winger, Abed Nadir, Britta Perry , Annie Edison, Troy Barnes

-Impractical Jokers: Joe Gatto, Sal Vulcano, James Murray, Brian Quinn

-Supernatural: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Destiel (will not do Wincest or Wincestiel)

-X-files: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, MSR

-BBC Sherlock (only JohnLock)

-Good omens (only Ineffable husbands)

-Hannibal (only Hannigram)

(Any other characters im open to! Just PM me to see if I know the fandom/media they’re in, or rec with a few options! I’ll ignore if I don’t know them <;3)

I will write: A bit ooc (depends on scenario 🤭), fluff, smut, small-ish age gap, AU’s, non romantic pairings, alternate endings, fem!/gn!/afab!reader, character x reader, character x character

I won’t write: Male!/nonbinary!/trans!reader (im a cis female so I will write gender neutral reader if requested, but most fics (unless specified) were written with a fem reader in mind :)), incest, underage reader (or character), dub/non-con

Thanks for reading! Feel free to PM requests if you aren’t comfortable sending them through the question button or want to work through the request :)

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Wheel of Fan Fiction Masterlist

Smut 🔥

Fluff 🌸

Angst 💧

*This is like brand new so most of the characters won't have anything just yet*

•Stranger things

-Billy Hargrove

-Steve Harrington

-Eddie Munson

-Robin Buckley (Fem/NB only)

-Argyle

-Johnathan Byers

-Nancy Wheeler

-Jim Hopper

-Joyce Byers

-001/Henry

-Will Byers (No smut)

-Mike Wheeler (No smut)

-Max Mayfield (No smut)

Hateful Cuddling - Female reader 🌸

-Dustin Henderson (No smut)

-Lucas Sinclair (No smut)

-Eleven (Jane) Hopper (No smut)

•Marvel

-Iron Man/Tony Stark

-Captian America/Steve Rogers

-Black Widow/Natasha Romanoff

-Hawkeye/Clint Barton

-Hulk/Bruce Banner

-Thor

-Loki

-Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes

-Black Panther/T'challa

-Doctor Strange/Steven Strange

-Scarlet Witch/Wanda Maximoff

-Quicksilver/Pietro Maximoff

-Starlord/Peter Quill

-Gamora

-Spiderman/Peter Parker

-Falcon/Sam Wilson

-War Machine/James Rhodes

-Valkyrie (Fem/NB only)

•X-Men

-Professor X/Charles Xavier

-Magneto/Erik Lensherr

-Wolverine/James Howlett

-Quicksilver/Peter Maximoff

-Rogue

-Jean Grey

-Storm/Ororo Munroe

-Cyclops/Scott Summers

-Mystique/Raven

-Beast/Henry "Hank" McCoy

-Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner

-Havok/Alexander Summers

•DC/Young Justice

-Batman/Bruce Wayne

-Superman/Clark Kent

-The Flash/Barry Allen

-Aquaman/Authur Curry

-Cyborg/Victor Stone

-Joker/Jack Oswald White

-Harley Quinn/Harleen Quinzel

-Wonder Woman/Diana Prince

-DeadShot/Floyd Lawton

-Kid Flash/Wally West

-Nightwing (Robin #1)/ Dick Grayson

-Red Hood (Robin #2)/ Jason Todd

-Robin (#3)/ Tim Drake

-Beast Boy/Garfield Logan

-Superboy/Johnathan "Jon" Kent

-Artemis/Artemis Crock

-Red Arrow/Roy Harper

-Green Arrow/Oliver Queen

-Black Canary/Dinah Lance

-Miss Martian/Megan Morse

-Aqualad/Kaldur'ahm

•Umbrella Academy

-Luther Hargreeves (#1)

-Diego Hargreeves (#2)

-Allison Hargreeves (#3)

-Klaus Hargreeves (#4)

-Five Hargreeves (#5)

-Ben Hargreeves (#6)

-Viktor Hargreeves (#7)

-Marcus Hargreeves (#1)

-Fei Hargreeves (#3)

-Alphonso Hargreeves (#4)

-Sloan Hargreeves (#5)

-Jayme Hargreeves (#6)

-Lila Aryu

-The Handler

•Harry Potter

-Harry Potter

-Ron Weasley

-Hermione Granger

-Fred Weasley

-George Weasley

-Ginny Weasley

-Draco Malfoy

-Sirius Black (Older)

-Cedric Diggory

-Oliver Wood

-Neville Longbottom

-Luna Lovegood

-Remus Lupin (Older)

-Nymphadora Tonks

-Lucious Malfoy (Older)

-Narcissa Malfoy (Older)

-Severus Snape (Older)

-Bill Weasley

-Charlie Weasley

•Marauders

-James Potter

Friendly Love - Male reader 🌸

-Lily Evans

-Sirius Black

-Remus Lupin

-Severus Snape

-Regulus Black

-Lusious Malfoy

-Narcissa Black

-Peter Pettigrew

•Greek Mythology

-Zeus

-Hades

-Posideon

-Apollo

-Hera

-Persephone

-Ares

-Athena

-Demeter

-Aphrodite

-Artemis

-Dionysus

-Hermes

•Divergent

-Beatrice "Tris" Prior

-Caleb Prior

-Eric

-Peter

-Christina

-Will

-Tobias "Four"

-Zeke

Zip line of Love - Nonbinary Reader (Requested) 🌸

-Uriah

•Star Wars

-Anakin Skywalker

-Luke Skywalker

-Leia Organa

-Han Solo

-Obi-Wan Kenobi

-Kylo Ren

•Supernatural

-Dean Winchester

-Sam Winchester

-Castiel

-Crowley

-Lucifer

-Rowena MacLeod

-Gabriel

-Charlie Bradbury (Fem/NB only)

-Chuck Shurley

-Jody Mills

-Ellen Harvelle

-Kevin Tran

•The Walking Dead

-Rick Grimes

-Daryl Dixon

-Glenn Rhee

-Carl Grimes

-Maggie Greene

-Negan

-Michonne

-Shane Walsh

-Rosita Espinosa

-Carol Peletier

-Paul "Jesus" Monroe

-Abraham Ford

‐Tara Chambler (Fem/NB only)

-Enid

-Ezekiel

-Aaron (Masc/NB only)

•The Walking Dead Game

-Clementine

-Lee

-Kenny

-Luke

-Javier

-Gabriel

-Kate

-Louis

-Omar

-Ruby

-Mitch

-Marlon

-Violet (Fem/NB only)

IT (2017)

-Richie Tozier

-Beverly Marsh

-Eddie Kaspbrak

-Bill Denbrough

-Stanley Uris

-Ben Hanscom

-Henry Bowers

-Mike Hanlon

-Patrick Hockstetter

-Victor Criss

-Belch Huggins

•Desendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Ben

-Jay

-Jane

-Chad

-Doug

-Lonnie

-Carlos

-Uma

-Harry Hook

-Gil

•Maze Runner

-Newt

-Minho

-Gally

-Teresa

-Alby

-Chuck

-Brenda

-Aris

-Thomas

-Frypan

-Jorge

[thewalkingfanfictions]

Revolving Doors -- Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Revolving Doors — Dean Winchester x daughter!reader

Description: At sixteen, (name) has finally found the father she had heard so much about, but never met. Finding him in a bar somewhere, (name) decides to confront him. The big question is, though: Will Dean even want her?

⚠Warning⚠: nothing really, some swearing and mentions of a dead family member

Genre: some angst, some fluff, some hurt/comfort

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Daughter!reader

A/N: I was maladaptive daydreaming and this popped up on the recommended page in my brain, so, here, have this trash. Also, your moms name is Melinda for some reason, I'm too lazy to go change it now. I might end up making this a series if y’all want me too. If you do, feel free to drop some suggestions for some sort of plot for this.

Words without A/N: 2369

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I could see him now from across the bar. Tannish hair ruffled in that intentionally messy look, a charming smile perpetually on his face as he spoke to the pretty bartender. He was the exact picture of what my mother had described.

I always thought I would be able to know who he was if I ever got to lay eyes on him, and now that I was, I knew I was right. 

My hands trembled and my legs felt like jello as I approached where he sat, a two-seated table towards the back of the dimly lit bar, his back always to the wall, nursing a beer and watching the crowd with intense interest. I wonder if he'll recognise me as I have him? Not that there's really any way he should be able to; he doesn't even know I exist.

Before I can even take a breath to calm myself down, I'm standing in front of him, and gazing at him nervously, his eyes—a perfect mirror of my own—gazing up at me with a startled and curious expression. Words piled up in my throat, and suddenly the thought of talking to this man was much more terrifying of a thought than it had any right to be.

You're not backing out now, (name) you've waited your entire life for this moment.

Swallowing thickly, I clenched my eyes closed for a second before musturing up all the courage that I could, and forcing my voice to come through.

"You, uhm–" great first impression (name), good job "–are you Dean? D-Dean Winchester?"

His eyes widened slightly, and he took on a far more guarded expression. 

"I might be, that depends on who you are."

My entire body flooded with TV static as a wave of anxiety came over me. I needed this to go right, I needed to make a good impression. If I failed...

"Can, u-uhm, can I take a seat?" I gestured lamely at the empty seat on the other side of the table from him. If I stood much longer, I feared I'd faint.

At his hesitant nod, I smiled uncomfortably and moved to sit down. Taking another second to compose myself, I opened my mouth to speak, only to be cut off by his demanding voice.

"Who are you?" It sounded less like a question, and far more like a threat.

Shaking the anxiety out of my head, I opened my mouth and forced my voice to function yet again.

"Sixteen, uh, sixteen years ago, you met a woman named Melinda (last name) in a bar a lot like this one, in (home town, state), do you-uhm-do you remember her?"

This is such a stupid idea, why am I doing this? He probably wants nothing to do with me, this is a terrible idea.

His confused expression answered the question easily enough. 

"I- uh–" pulling the crumpled piece of photo paper from my pocket, I tried my best to flatten it out, and locked eyes with my mother for a fraction of a moment before pulling my eyes away and reaching across the table to hand it to him. "Her, d'you–do you recognise her?"

He looked at me questioningly beneath his brow before looking down to study the photo, his face scrunching up in concentration. After a second, he glanced back up at me, mouth quirked in a slight smirk, eyes glistening.

"Yeah, yeah I recognise her. Melinda, heh, yeah," he smiled fondly down at the photo cradled in his hands before locking eyes with me, "we spent a few wild nights together on my twenty-first, she was hot. That still doesn't answer my question, though. Who're you?" 

Ew. 

"My name is (Name) (Last name), and Melinda was my mother."

...

...

Complete silence. His eyes were wide as he stared at me with an unreadable expression.

"I-I'm, um, I turned sixteen years old a few days ago, and uh, I figured I'd try and find you." He still wasn't saying a word, and the more uncomfortable I got, the more I talked. "She talked about you a lot the last few months of her life, and, uh, I dunno, I just thought maybe I could f-find you, y'know... She, uh, she got a bad brain tumor, and uhm, she, uh, she—" I could feel myself starting to tear up slightly, so I looked away from him, and somehow managed to make eye contact with an extremely tall stranger with criminally pretty hair, who was looking worriedly over at us, and slowly walking in our direction.

"So...uhm...yeah..." he still hadn't responded, just continued to look at me with that unidentifiable expression, which actually started to concern me. "Are you okay?" I waved my hand in front of his face, and when he still had no response, I started to think maybe I'd given him a heart attack or something. Suddenly, the big man from earlier was there by Deans shoulder.

"Whats going on here?"

"I—" well, at least he was starting to say something.

"Dean?"

Growing more and more uncomfortable with the second, I finally came to my senses and realized what I had feared would be the truth all along. 

He didn't want me.

Obviously he wouldn't. Why would he? I was just too childish to see it originally.

Bowing my head for a second to try and push back the tears, I smiled up at the two of them and stood from my chair. 

"Al-alright, uhm... I-I'll leave you be, the-n," my voice cracked sharply.

Turning on my heel, I hurried towards the exit, the entire time feeling my father's eyes boring into the back of my skull.

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"—and Melinda was my mother—" my head rang with the words. There's no way.

A kid. I had a kid. There's just no way.

I don't know how long I sat there and stared, but I could see the kid, my kid, growing uncomfortable in my silence. How was I supposed to handle this information? I thought I'd been over this with Ben and Lisa, I wasn't cut out to be a father! I'm not good enough for that, I'd just end up getting her killed.

My kid was talking again, but I couldn't focus enough to hear exactly what she was saying. Sixteen a few days ago? The last few months of her life—bad brain tumor—talked about you—and then her hand was in front of my face, trying to snap me out of it, and then there was a hand on my shoulder, and Sam's voice above my head.

I have a kid? I have a fucking kid, I—

And then she was leaving, looking at me with teary eyes, standing up, and leaving, and I wasn't stopping her. Why wasn't I stopping her? 

"Dean!" Sam was right in front of my face now, shaking at my shoulder and looking at me with worried eyes.

I have a kid. I have a fucking kid.

"I have a kid. The–that– she's my–that...I have a kid!" I watched Sam's eyes widen and he quickly whipped his head towards where she had gone, and was no longer in sight.

The more I thought about it, the more believable it became. Her face was covered in minute freckles, and her eyes were the same shade as mine, bright enough that I could see them even in the darkened bar. Her hair was the same color as Melinda's, I realized, as I gazed down at the photo that still sat in my hands. Brain tumor, something about a brain tumor, and a few months before dying, and... and that means that the kids alone. I-I have a child, and her mom is dead, and she's alone. My-my kid's alone. (Name). 

With energy I didn't realize I had, I bolted up from my seat, knocking it back against the wooden floor, clenched the picture in my hand, and took off towards the exit. 

I refuse to be the same kind of dad as mine was, I don't want to leave her to take care of herself. I can't. But I don't know the first thing about taking care of kids—though she's obviously plenty capable of taking care of herself, if she traveled all the way from (Hometown) to here by herself just to find me. Oh, god, she had to travel all the way from (Hometown) to here by herself just to find me! And–what did she say? Just turned sixteen? God, you're already a shit parent and you haven't even gotten the chance to parent her, you're just gonna fuck her up more than she must already be, having a deadbeat dad like you.

"Wait!" I shouted into the cold air of the night as I burst my way through the bars front doors, though the green-eyed girl was nowhere to be seen. I could feel Sam right behind me as I took off at a jog, looking up and down the street in search of her. She couldn't have gotten that far, right? 

Back to our left, down an alleyway beside the bar, we heard a commotion. Just some mumbled shouting and scuffling about in the trash, but it was loud enough to make an odd sort of anxiety sink its yellowing claws into my chest. Rushing closer, I came to realize that that anxiety had good reason.

A man, no larger than me, but definitely bigger than her, with his arm against her chest and a blade in his hand.

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I threw myself through the doors as quickly as I could, I didn't want to be near him a second longer. 

I knew from mom's description that he was a traveler, that he never stayed in one place for long, and that I shouldn't be surprised if he wanted nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help but hurt from it. Fifteen years of wondering, fifteen years of begging mom to just give me one more detail, fifteen years of missing something I never had. I finally get to meet him, and what? I get my god damn heart broken. I get turned away like a stray dog.

Wiping the tears from my eyes in fury, I barely registered when I walked down the wrong alley. I do, however, take notice of the blade being shoved in my face and the cold concrete wall slamming into my back as I'm pushed against it.

"Gimme yer moneh," the man holding the knife slurred, his breath reeking of beef and alcohol.

It took me a good few seconds to understand what was going on.

"Gimme yer goddamn money, I said!" His arm shoved me harder into the wall, knife coming dangerously close to my throat.

"I-I-I-I don't have any, I swear! I'm sorry, I-I don't have any money," I tried to stall as I reached for the mace hidden in my jacket pocket.

"Yer lyin'! Jus' gimme yer—" before I can get ahold of the mace, he's cut off by someone's hand pulling him away from me. A hand that just so happened to be connected to the Dean Winchester. Ripping the drunk guy away from me, he moved to stand in between us, and immediately gave the guy a solid right hook to the jaw, knocking him out immediately (and rather anticlimactically). Kicking the discarded weapon away from the unconscious man, he turned to look at me, his eyes wide with what looked like concern.

His features softened as he looked at me, and he took a quick few steps forward, hand stretched out in front of him, before I jerked back away from him. Taking notice of my hesitance, he stopped moving all together, and a weather-worn look of pain flashed across his face.

"You're bleeding," he said simply, hand once again reaching out towards me, begging me to let him help.

Raising one hand, I drug it across my chin, collecting a palmful of blood and eliciting a hiss from my throat. The bastard cut me! This bitch!

"Listen, I..." he started, "We've got a place not too far from here, I can patch you up and we can try and talk things out, okay?" He spoke, looking almost...afraid? Ashamed?

"Why do you want to help me?" My voice was supposed to sound fiery and demanding, but instead it came out almost too quiet, and shaking with nerves, and sounded absolutely nothing like me.

His eyes widened, and he glanced over at the tall guy guy again, I assume his lover or friend.

"If you really...If you really are my ki-id, then I'm not about to let you walk around hurt like that."

I stared at him for a second, entire body still shaking with adrenaline and fear. Maybe I was wrong? Maybe I'd read him wrong?

I could at least give him a chance, I thought to myself.

Hesitantly, I reached my hand out and grabbed a hold of his outstretched arm, causing a small smile to appear at the edges of his mouth.

He pulled me forward gently, and leaned back to get a good look at me, probably to see if the drunken bastard had hurt me anywhere else, before glancing back up to the cut along the side of my jaw. He reached out towards it again, this time much slower, and when I didn't pull away, he traced his thumb along the gash and winced slightly, the crows feet around his eyes deepening with concern.

"Sammy, go get Baby." His voice was quiet, matching the tone of the moment.

I turned to look at this "Sammy" just as he was beginning to turn sway, and we locked eyes for the second time that evening. Giving me a soft smile and a nod, his long body took off bad towards the bar.

"Here," Dean's voice pulled me back. In his hand, he held a handkerchief and put it up to the cut, which I winced away from on instinct. Taking the rag from his grip, I held it to my face myself, and gave him a shy smile before glancing away. I never had been exceptionally good at meeting new people, even if said new person happens to be my long lost father.

"So... I have a kid..."

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Platonic Fanfiction Masterlist

Hey! This will be my master list :] This is for all the readers who want to spend a day with The Avengers or go on a hunt with The Winchester’s! (None of these fics are mine)

Female (F), Male (M), Gender Neutral (No Tag)

Marvel

Criminal Minds

Supernatural

Marauders (HP)

Teen Wolf

BBC Sherlock

Harry Potter

The Maze Runner

The Umbrella Academy

NCIS

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Binary Spells (Gabriel X NonBinary!Reader)

Characters: Gabriel X NonBinary!Reader

Universe: Supernatural

Warnings: None

Request: me again, sorry: SPN Gabriel for the pairing. Female reader who's actually non-binary and get's hit with a witch spell that transforms her into a male, and they don't really care, because it will get fixed after the hunt is over. shes out to Cas and Sam, and Dean learns that night at the motel. Spell doesn't wear off by killing the witch, so back at the Bunker Gabe's confused, where's (Y/N), and reader has liked him for a while now, and uses the extra height for flirting and (1/2)(2/2) Gabe's like??who's this dude? r you a relative of (Y/N)??& it takes him like some days to see tics and mannerisms reader has, and after that Gabe realizes he's been falling for the same person twice, but is excited because his feelings are reciprocated. Spell is reversed & (Y/N) stops flirting and Gabe's???after some talk is like "you must want someone who's a woman 100% of the time" & just fluff and comfort & this is already a fic on it's own wow im sorry, i just really like ur writing :(

“You know I can see you staring at me through the rear view mirror, right?” You commented to Dean who was driving, making him jump a little. Your voice had deepened more from the last time you spoke just a few minutes ago.

Dean was weirded out by it, Sam didn’t say anything worried he’d make it worse somehow, and you didn’t give a damn. You weren’t really bothered in the slightest about the fact that your sex had changed with a few words from a witch, going from female to male. If anything you found it interesting. What else would change over than the physical?

“How are you so calm about this?” Dean asked you. 

“It’s just a hex, we just need to kill the witch and solve the problem. It’ll be for a few hours, maybe days.” You shrugged, not saying the real reason on why you were so unbothered by what had happened- the fact that you were non-binary. You hadn’t told the boys yet, or anyone really. It wasn’t like you were scared of their reaction, it was just that… it never really came into conversation, and the boys never treated you any different because of what was in your pants so you saw no reason to, really. 

“I’ll have Cas and Gabriel search for a way to fix this as soon as possible for you.” Sam told you. A smirk covered your face as an idea trickled into your brain.

“You know what would be funny? If we didn’t tell Gabriel and just see how long it takes him.” You recommended. Sam laughed, and Dean chuckled, seemingly agreeing to your plan. 

You arrived at the bunker, and you were excited to see Gabriel’s reaction. Your relationship with the archangel was… peculiar. Gabriel would avoid the Winchesters whenever he could, only being in their presence to generally annoy them. But then you moved in with them and now he had practically moved in. Of course this pointed to the angel liking you, but you couldn’t help but doubt it, even when you desperately want it to be true.

You looked at yourself in the rearview mirror… you still had some physical features from before- hair colour, eye colour, little birthmarks and such, but even your hairstyle and bone structure had changed. The bone morphing was the first part that happened and the most painful, but after that, you were fine. The hair cutting itself off into a new style was startling but now you didn’t mind. But other than that, you looked different. Almost like a different person, or someone related to who you used to be.

Entering the bunker, you immediately heard the footsteps of a quick approaching Gabriel, though when he saw who was in front of him, eyebrows creased and looking at you with a tilt to his head, trying to figure out if he knew you. “Hey Gabriel.” You smiled at him.

“Hey… where’s Y/N?” Gabriel inquired. 

“Uhh.” Sam stalled, not sure how to answer- a plan wasn’t arranged. 

“Bit busy, but they should be back soon.” You answered, technically telling the truth. 

“Oh… you must be a relative, you two look a lot alike.” Gabriel commented. 

“I hope that means you find me attractive.” You commented, seeing Gabriel go slightly tense and… flushed in the face. You smirked to yourself. This is going to be fun.

It took a few days for the boys to find the witch, and in the meantime you kept yourself busy by making Gabriel giggle and too flustered to look up from the ground, sometimes ever covering his cheeks with his hands. Dean found it funny that you literally had to grow balls to make advancements on the angel. Sam found it impressive that during the entire thing, you’d managed to not tell Gabriel your name, and you left him so distracted with your compliments and sweet talk that Gabriel didn’t have time to question what had actually happened. Castiel made a successful joke that you were tricking a trickster, though you aren’t sure if it was meant as a joke since he had fear in his eyes as he said it. However, all good things must come to an end.

When the boys went out to get the witch who did this to you, you stayed back, locked yourself in your room, and laid on your bed. You looked up at the ceiling, and it was during them when realisation hit you. When you woke up, you’d probably be ‘back to normal’, which was fine and all… but that also meant the jig was up. Gabriel would find out it was you all along. How would he react? You’ve basically spent the last few days admitting your love to him over and over again, he won’t let this go. You prayed that the theory that Gabriel liked you was right, because if not… this is either going to be very awkward, or go messy quickly. 

You awoke, very early on in the morning to the feeling of a familiar pain. The feeling of your bone structure morphing back to how it was before, and you just bit your cheek and waited for the pain to pass, and then you just laid there, feeling your hair grow back to how it was before, and even when you knew it was over, you still didn’t sleep. Now you were anxious about leaving your room. You decided you’d wait until you were sure Sam and Dean were back before you emerged. 

It wasn’t till after the sun had risen did they return to the bunker, and Sam was the one to check on you. “Y/N? Can you let me in?” He asked, and you sighed, getting up and unlocking the door and swung it open. Sam sighed when he saw you, seemingly with relief. “Have you seen Gabriel yet?” 

“No… kind of nervous.” You admitted to him. “I did just spend nearly a week admitting my love to him…” You pointed out, and Sam gave you a sympathetic smile. 

“Maybe it’s the push you needed. Go see him. Just be chill about it, it’ll be okay.” Sam encouraged as best as he could. You sighed, knowing there really wasn’t much of another option. You can’t just hide in your room forever. You told Sam you’d be out momentarily, and got dressed.

You walked down the hallways of the bunker, soon coming out into the main section of it, and immediately your eyes found Gabriel who was sitting at the long table, and you saw his eyes widen. “Y/N?” He asked, getting up. “When did you get back?” 

“I uh… never left.” You admitted awkwardly, rubbing your arm before you turned and tried to go to the kitchen, though you knew you wouldn’t get far when you heard him rush to catch up to you, managing to reach you and get in your way. 

“What do you mean you never left?” He asked you, and you avoided looking at him, biting your lip. There was a moment of silence, before it seemed to register in his head. “Were you…”

“Yeah… I got hexed. It’s worn off now since Sam and Dean went after the witch that did it… I thought it would be funny to see how long it took you to realise it was me but…” You fidgeted. 

“You really pulled the wool over my eyes.” He chuckled, but you were still tense. “Was the uh… flirting, part of the fun?” He asked. You kept your head down and didn’t respond. “Y/N?” 

“Look, it doesn’t matter, okay?” You tried to brush off, but Gabriel put his hands on your arms to keep you there. You were too scared to look up at him still. “It’s complicated, and you probably want someone who’s a girl or something, and I’m not that…” You tried to excuse.

“Slow down there.” Gabriel told you. “Someone who’s a girl? What are you talking about?” He inquired. Shit. You’ve really dug yourself a hole here, huh? 

“I’m… non binary. I haven’t told anyone, not Sam, not Dean… I’m not a girl or boy, I’m just me. That’s what I mean.” You rushed to explain, and only then did you look up at him. He was smiling at you? 

“Y/N. What am I?” He asked. 

“...And archangel.” 

“Yeah. I’ve been alive for… well, a long time. Yeah my vessel is male and all that jazz but outside of that, we don’t have gender. You really think I give a shit about your gender? I love you no matter what.” He assured you, and as those words left his mouth, any fear, anxiety or dread was washed away by a tsunami of relief and love, sealed with a kiss from your angel.

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[pexchybxbe]

Inbox open for x reader fic requests!

Hallo! I'm opening up my inbox for just a couple fandoms, really only two.

Futurama and Supernatural.

Now, I will go ahead and say that I'm not too fond of gore, but I'll do small detailing of it if the fic request either says or implies it. I'm mostly open to fluff, but will do angst too. Smut is a meh, so it'll be like a 50/50 whether I decide to do smut requests or not.

Now, the list isn't long, but here are some character X Readers I'm comfortable with writing (only because I know the character well):

Philip J. Fry X Reader Leela X Reader Dean Winchester X Reader Sam Winchester X Reader Castiel X Reader Jack Kline X Reader Bender X Reader Amy Wong X Reader

Now, here are some of the !reader tags I'm willing to do:

upset/depressed!reader drunk!reader fem!reader nonbinary!reader male!reader gender-nonconforming!reader artist!reader coming out!reader (if reader is deciding to come out, whether it be sexuality or gender) and more if you guys think of any!

Some for only Futurama: stripper!reader alien!reader cryogenically frozen!reader and more if you guys come up with some!

Some for only Supernatural: vampire!reader demon!reader angel!reader spirit!reader haunted!reader hunter!reader and any more if you guys have something in mind!

I'll also do song fics as well with any of the !reader tags!

[deanwbigbang]

Straight Boys and Queer Hearts

Author: Out_of_nowhere Artist: PetraAmia Pairing: Dean X Non Binary Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,567 Warnings/Tags: Dean Winchester / Reader , Dean Winchester, nonbinary OC - Character, Nonbinary Reader - Character, Sam Winchester, Trans Character, Nonbinary Character, p in v sex, Anal Sex, Pegging, gender discussion, mild unintentional misgendering, First Time Bottoming 

Summary: You have a one night stand with Dean Winchester, not expecting it to be anything more. To your surprise, Dean wants to see you again. The thing is, you know about guys like Dean, and how relationships with guys like him usually go.

Fic Link | Art Link

[fandomimaginesftw]

Confessions(I)

This is part one of a short series I'm doing :)

Summary: A demon possesses Y/N, and spills to Sam exactly how they feel about him.

Word Count: 1,192

Warnings: Dirty talk, smut (eventually), Dom!Sam, Possessed!Reader

Pairing: Sam x Nonbinary reader (female anatomy)

I hope you enjoy it ~ I'm finally off of my hiatus (Sorry they keep happening I've learned a lot of personal things about myself and finally got help ^^

If you would like to be on a tag list, send me an ask :)

The sound of a mouthful of blood hitting the concrete sounded in the dungeon, Y/N’s pitch black eyes looking up at the younger Winchester. His body was tense, the muscle in his arms bulging, yet his face was one of guilt and sorrow. He didn't want to hurt his friend, but they needed to get some information, and Sam knew that Y/N would be pissed if he just exercised the demon. They were a hell of a hunter, and had an even better pain tolerance. A ring of purple already started forming around their left eye as a chuckle bubbled up from their possessed throat.

“Aww, Sammy, showing mercy so you don’t hurt your little friend? How sweet.” The demon used Y/N’s lips to smile, which just made Sam clench his jaw in the way that he does when he’s starting to feel trapped between a rock and a hard place. He sighed softly, going over to the table that had all kinds of weapons for torture. He reluctantly picked up the demon killing knife, looking over at his possessed friend with sadness in those beautiful hazel eyes of his. With a couple of long strides, he was back in front of them rather quickly. The demon looked up at him, leaning their head back with a smirk. “You know, I can give you some info, but it’s not what you’re looking for.” Sam tilted his head, confusion taking over his features.

“All I want to know is how I can get in touch with Crowley.” 

“You sure? This gossip is quite juicy. And it’s about you.” Sam took a deep breath, shaking his head.

“Just give me what I need and I won’t kill you.”

“Let’s be honest, Sammy, you won’t kill me either way. Because if you do, you’ll also kill your little fangirl here.” Sam scoffed, the thought of Y/N being a fangirl at all making him have to hold back a laugh. Y/N was always serious about hunts, and they always treated him like a brother. They did that with both of the Winchesters. They never showed any special treatment towards him, or Dean. Honestly it seemed to Sam that they didn't really even like the Winchesters all that much, so he knew right off the bat that this demon fuck was lying. 

“Y/N? Yeah, sure.” He leaned close to the demon, his arms resting on each arm of the chair Y/N’s body was currently bound to by devil’s traps. “So tell me what I want to know. Y/N would be fine with being stabbed if it meant killing you. So talk, bitch.” Anger started to rise in him as the demon’s black pools diminished, leaving Y/N’s beautiful eyes in their wake. He looked into them, trying to see if there's still any trace of his best friend in there. “Seriously, I know you know something. So talk and then get the hell out of them.”

“Ooh, Sam, you being so close made their body tingle. They love when you get close, that smell of sandalwood and gun powder really gets their motor revving.” The demon smirked, making Sam take a deep sigh.

“You’re lying.”

“Nope. They want nothing more than to give you a big ole kiss and let you do whatever you want. They’re kinda freaky in this little mind of theirs. All they ever think about is how strong you are, how good you smell, how brave you can be.” The demon let out a moan, purely to mess with him. “Tell me Sammy, have you ever thought about it? About how they would sound when you touch them in their special place? How you would feel when they moan your name? Or how they would squirm under you as you finger them? They think about it. All the time. You’re all they think about.” Sam felt his forehead glisten as Y/N’s voice moaned. 

He couldn’t lie, he had thought about it for a long time. Gods, had he thought about it. Y/N was unlike anyone he’d ever met. Their body was perfect to him. They may not like it but damn, he does. And their lips? He couldn’t stop looking at them most of the time, luckily though he’d never been caught. And the thoughts that roamed through his head when he was alone at night were purely pornographic, and it was always with them, with Y/N. He felt the denim he wore start to get a little tighter, and he knew he needed to do something before the demon used it against him. He turned back to the chair, knife tightly gripped in his fingers as he tried his best to move his mind off of the information he was just given.

“You’re lying, and if you aren’t gonna talk, I might as well just put you back where you belong.” He raised the knife, making it seem like he was about to stab the damned thing when it jumped, pleading for him to stop with their eyes, with Y/N’s eyes. 

“Wait! Okay, I’ll tell you what you wanna know.” The demon sighed of relief when he put the knife back down, waiting for them to speak up. He raised a brow, moving his hands in a motion as if to tell it to hurry and say something before he finished his earlier action. “Alright, here’s the truth. I don’t know where Crowley is, but I can tell you something you’ve wanted to know for a while now.”

“Hurry up, I’m tired of wasting my time.” Sam spoke with bass in his voice, getting very impatient with this spawn of satan.

“It’s something that’s been hidden for way too long now, and it’s just dying to be put out there into the air. Truth is, Sammy, you’re little Y/N here gets off on the thought of being your little toy. They want you to slut them out in every way possible. They would quite literally let you use any hole, any kind of dominance you want to show. They touch themselves to it all the time, a small squeak of your name at the end. It’s sweet really, how much they want you.” Sam felt his jeans get even tighter before grabbing their throat tightly, leaning in very close. 

“Shut your filthy mouth, demon trash. You have no idea what you’re talking about.” The demon smirked, looking right into his eyes, seeing them start to glaze over as he had his hand on Y/N’s throat in such a way.

“It’s true, their panties are absolutely soaking right now, they want you to check,” the demon choked out, smiling widely and laughing. Sam shook his head, deciding he’d had enough. He started the exorcism spell, watching as the demon writhed in pain before it was forced out of Y/N’s body, leaving them limp with shallow breaths. Sam raced over, wincing as his zipper almost scratched his tip. He picked up their dead weighted body, carrying them to their room with ease, tucking them in before leaving the room.

[slow-dancing-with-myself]

Welcome!!

Hello and welcome to my account!!! I am a writer and a minor graphic designer! I do take requests for oneshots, series, playlists and graphics! and my requests are open!! I do not write smut, incest, or mentions of rape, suicide, etc. Below are fandoms you can request for!! I write for male, nonbinary, and female readers! If they don't specifically say male! reader or female! reader than it will be gender neutral or nonbinary!! I also speak a couple languages so tell me if you need your request in a different language! ( i speak french, spanish, german is my native language, english, itallian, and a little bit of dutch! )

the fandoms i will make/write for are:

supernatural (season one to season fourteen, no spoilers!)

characters include: dean winchester, sam winchester, castlel, jack kline, and the actors!

ships include: destiel, sabriel, platonic jack x dean, platonic castle x jack

harry potter

characters include: james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, ginny weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, ron weasley, charlie weasley, bill weasley, george weasley, fred weasley, cho chang, cedric diggory, draco malfoy, pansy parkinson, neville longbottom, blaise zabini, narcissa malfoy, regulus black (male reader only bc that's my head cannon for him)

ships include: lily, wolfstar, drarry, hedric, pansmione, harry x cho x cedric (poly), blairon, bleville, ronmione, linny

percy jackson (I'm only on the fourth book of hoo, no spoilers please!)

characters include: percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, nico di angelo (male reader only), will solace, jason grace, piper mcclean, leo valdez, frank zhang, hazel levesque, clarisse la rue

ships: percabeth, solangelo, jercy, valdangelo, frazel

skam (ive watched all of the remakes but will only write for original and germany, this might change later)

characters include: nora sætre, jonas vasquez, isak valtersen (male reader only), christoffer schistad, evan næsheim, sana bakkoush (platonic only please), eva mohn, william magnusson

ships: evak, nora x william, eva x chris, eva x nora

skam druck

characters include: mia winter, kiki machwitz, amira mahmood, hanna jung, jonas augustin, matteo florenzi, alexander hardenberg, nora machwitz

ships: david x matteo, mia x alexander

teen wolf

characters: stiles stillinski, derek hale, issac lahey, scott mccall, lydia martin, allison argent, peter hale, theo raeken, liam dunbar

ships: sterek, scissac, lydia x allison, thiam

stranger things

characters: steve harrington, will byers (male reader only for personal headcannon), mike wheeler, eleven/jane hopper, dustin henderson, jonathan byers, nancy wheeler, robyn buckley (female reader only), max mayfield, lucas sinclair, joyce byers

ships: byler, elmax, nancy x robyn, jonathan x steve

IT (2017)

characters include: mike hanlon, ben hanscom, beverly marsh, richie tozier (male reader only), eddie kaspbarak, bill denbrough, stanley uris

ships: reddie, stenbrough, mikeverly, benverly, mike x ben

marvel and x-men

characters include: peter parker, steve rodgers, peggy carters, peter maximoff, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, charles xavier (young romantic or older platonic only), wade wilson, tony stark, bucky barnes, thor, loki, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, stephen strange (more that I'm probably forgetting tbh)

ships: stony, parley, ironstrange, stucky, 

dc

characters include: conner kent, clark kent, jonathan kent, damian wayne, tim drake, bruce wayne, jason todd, dick grayson, selina kyle, barbra gordon, helena bertinelli, harley quinn, poison ivy, cassandra cain, kara danvers, mon-el, alex danvers (female reader only), oliver queen, barry allen, bart allen, wally west, miss martian/megan mores (more im not thinking of, just ask)

ships: damjon, lena luthor x kara danvers, superbat, dick x wally

there are probably others I'm not thinking of, just ask please!!!

[dreaming-of-stories-i-wont-write]

Hi, this is me!!

Hello and welcome to my account!!! I am a writer and I love romance! I do take requests for oneshots, series, and playlists! and my requests are open!! I do not write smut, incest, or mentions of rape, suicide, etc. Below are fandoms you can request for!! I write for male, nonbinary, and female readers! If they don't specifically say male! reader or female! reader than it will be gender neutral or nonbinary!! I also have a friend who will translate my work if needed ( they speak french, spanish, german is my native language, english, itallian, and a little bit of dutch! )

the fandoms i will make/write for are:

supernatural (season one to season fourteen, no spoilers!)

the characters include: dean winchester, sam winchester, castlel, jack kline, and the actors!

the ships include: destiel, sabriel, platonic jack x dean, platonic castle x jack

harry potter

the characters include: james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, lily evans, marlene mckinnon, ginny weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, luna lovegood, ron weasley, charlie weasley, bill weasley, george weasley, fred weasley, cho chang, cedric diggory, draco malfoy, pansy parkinson, neville longbottom, blaise zabini, narcissa malfoy, regulus black (male reader only bc that's my head cannon for him)

the ships include: lily, wolfstar, drarry, hedric, pansmione, harry x cho x cedric (poly), blairon, bleville, ronmione, linny

percy jackson (I'm only on the fourth book of hoo, no spoilers please!)

the characters include: percy jackson, annabeth chase, grover underwood, nico di angelo (male reader only), will solace, jason grace, piper mcclean, leo valdez, frank zhang, hazel levesque, clarisse la rue

the ships: percabeth, solangelo, jercy, valdangelo, frazel

skam (ive watched all of the remakes but will only write for original and germany, this might change later)

the characters include: nora sætre, jonas vasquez, isak valtersen (male reader only), christoffer schistad, evan næsheim, sana bakkoush (platonic only please), eva mohn, william magnusson

the ships: evak, nora x william, eva x chris, eva x nora

teen wolf

the characters: stiles stillinski, derek hale, issac lahey, scott mccall, lydia martin, allison argent, peter hale, theo raeken, liam dunbar

the ships: sterek, scissac, lydia x allison, thiam

stranger things

the characters: steve harrington, will byers (male reader only for personal headcannon), mike wheeler, eleven/jane hopper, dustin henderson, jonathan byers, nancy wheeler, robyn buckley (female reader only), max mayfield, lucas sinclair, joyce byers

the ships: byler, elmax, nancy x robyn, jonathan x steve

IT (2017)

the characters include: mike hanlon, ben hanscom, beverly marsh, richie tozier (male reader only), eddie kaspbarak, bill denbrough, stanley uris

the ships: reddie, stenbrough, mikeverly, benverly, mike x ben

marvel and x-men

the characters include: peter parker, steve rodgers, peggy carters, peter maximoff, pietro maximoff, wanda maximoff, charles xavier (young romantic or older platonic only), wade wilson, tony stark, bucky barnes, thor, loki, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, stephen strange (more that I'm probably forgetting tbh)

the ships: stony, parley, ironstrange, stucky,

dc

the characters include: conner kent, clark kent, jonathan kent, damian wayne, tim drake, bruce wayne, jason todd, dick grayson, selina kyle, barbra gordon, helena bertinelli, harley quinn, poison ivy, cassandra cain, kara danvers, mon-el, alex danvers (female reader only), oliver queen, barry allen, bart allen, wally west, miss martian/megan mores (more im not thinking of, just ask)

the ships: damjon, lena luthor x kara danvers, superbat, dick x wally

shameless

the characters include: carl gallagher, ian gallagher (male reader only), debby gallagher, lip gallagher, fiona gallgher, kev and vee (parental only!), mickey milchovich

ships: gallavich 

hockey

the people: nico hischier, connor mcdavid, johnny gaudreau

(there are more but its like 2:00 am rn where i live and I'm lazy as fck)

there are probably others I'm not thinking of, just ask please!!!

layout for this by @slow-dancing-with-myself​

[worldlyso-imagines]

Coming To Terms

Jensen Ackles X Nonbinary Reader You come out to your co-star as nonbinary. Rating: F (Fluff)

“Okay, let’s finish this last scene, then, food.” Jensen chuckled, raising his eyebrows at his co-star. They chuckled and sat back in their chair.

“You’ve been Dean Winchester for too long,” they joked.

Jensen cocked his head and frowned. “Nah. Never. He’s always going to be a part of me.”

His co-star smiled and nodded. “Hell, yeah, he is.”

“Last scene, let’s go.”

“Actually, Jensen... I wanted to talk to you about something.” They sat at the edge of their chair and let out a sharp breath.

“Okay. What’s up?” Jensen asked, taking a seat himself, across from his co-star.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you. I just haven’t figured out how to say it and it not sound stupid.”

“Kid, nothing you say to me is going to sound dumb. I promise.” Jensen lowered his head slightly to catch their eye. “Hey.”

They looked up at him.

“Just say it slow. Take it easy. Close your eyes and tell me if you have to. I want to know what’s going on in that head of yours.” He said calmly, smiling at them warmly.

“Okay.” They nodded, closing their eyes. They took a deep breath. “I don’t feel like my gender.”

Jensen didn’t respond.

They opened their eyes to see Jensen staring at them, not completely understanding, but eager to learn.

“Like,” they sighed, “I don’t feel like any gender. I don’t feel like a girl, I don’t feel like a boy, I don’t feel like both. I just... I don’t know what to do, and I don’t know how to approach it. It’s scary.”

Jensen nodded and sighed, crossing his fingers with his elbows on his knees. “Well, kid. I’ll tell you what. If it makes it easier, we can look at you in the mirror together and we can start by telling you how amazing and strong you are for being who you are, being true to yourself, even if you’re not 100% sure who that is yet. The fact that you had enough guts to tell me in the first place tells me you’re more comfortable with yourself than you think. And being neither gender is fine, kid. If that’s what makes you happy, who the hell am I to stand in your way? I’m here for you, and so is the rest of the crew.”

HIs co-star wiped away a tear and sniffled.

“Thank you, Jensen. That was very sweet.”

“Of course, kid. Have you decided on pronouns? Or, a new name, maybe?”

“My friend and I were talking about they/them pronouns, seeing how it feels. I don’t know about a name yet, if I do change it.”

“Okay. Taking your time is okay. Hey. You’re strong. I need you to remember that, alright? You’re so strong to stand against society's labels and come to terms with yourself about who you are to you, and how you want yourself to be seen. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks, and if they tell you differently, to hell with them. They’re not you, therefore, they don’t control you.” Jensen stood and made his way over to his co-worker. “Come here, kid.” He wrapped them in a tight hug and let them cry on his shoulder. “I’ll tell you what.”

“Hmm,” they mumbled.

“How about we get some food, and call it a night?”

They nodded and chuckled. “I’m okay with that.”