#dean-as-john asking sam how bad it was when they woke up

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Hear me out... pre-series body swap between Dean & John... John waking up in Dean's body with Sammy sleeping basically on top of him, bare legs tangled together. Dean waking up on the side of the road where John pulled over to sleep after a hunt.

[lunajay33]

Mothers Daughter🕊️

Summary: Being the youngest of the winchesters had its ups and downs, but being the only girl made you miss out on a female figure, so the only thing you can do is ask the men around you about your mother

Pairing: Dean Winchester x lil sister, Sam Winchester x lil sister, John Winchester x daughter

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You never got to meet you mother she died 6 months after you were born, well when you and Sam were born, he was older than you by 5 minutes and still treated you like his little sister but you couldn’t ask for 2 better bigger brothers, they were always there for you and made sure you were okay

Being the youngest and only girl in the family it got hard sometimes, when you were little it wasn’t as big of a deal, John treated you like his little girl and loved you dearly always reminding you that you looked like Mary, your brothers treating you like a princess and let you play with dolls, but as you got older and you got more woman problems it was hard to handle since there was no motherly figure to turn too

You woke up in the motel you were currently staying at with John, Sam and Dean, late at night you got up feeling groggy and your stomach aching so bad, nothing like you’ve ever felt before, you got to the bathroom looking in the mirror seeing how pale you had gotten, thinking maybe it was just something you ate you went to use the washroom but when you pulled down your pants all you see is blood and you panic

You pull your pants back up dropping to the ground when another wave of pain hits your lower stomach

“DADDY!” You scream out scared you might be serious sick

He runs in frantic looking around for danger, probably thinking something supernatural was out to get you, he kneeled infront of you brushing your hair back

“Baby what’s wrong?”

“Somethings wrong, I’m bleeding a lot and….and it hurts so bad” you say breathing heavy just wishing for him to take you pain away

“Oh princess, it’s your period every woman goes through it, I’ll run out and get you some pads and pain killers, drink some water I’ll be right back”

When he left Sam and Dean came and sat with you on the bathroom floor, doing everything they could to comfort you, but you were still confused on what was happening

That happened when you were 14 and after John explained to you what a period was you felt so different from your brothers, every month you had to go through pain while they carried on with hunting, having to go through bouts of random emotions was irritating but what was worse was having your body change and not knowing what to do

“Damn sis your legs are just about as hairy as mine” Dean laughed as we were all sat around in another motel, you felt so embarrassed covering your legs under the blankets

“Dean enough” John said as he saw your bottom lip tremble

“Daddy I don’t understand why do I have to change like this my legs are hairy and my boobs are getting bigger and I don’t feel comfortable”

“Come on princess I’ll take you shopping”

He took you to a drug store find a training bra that fit comfortably and some razors, the drive home was a little quiet

“I’m sorry daddy, I don’t mean to inconvenience you I know you have a lot on your plate right now with this werewolf case”

“It’s not your fault, and you’re not an inconvenience, just wish your mother was here to help guide you on this”

Your mother was a sore topic for the family which is all the more reason you wish you knew her, they barely talk about her

You got back to the motel room and Sam was already asleep but Dean was up watching tv still, John got ready for bed while you sat at the little table working on some homework Dean coming to sit with you, he was 19 so he didn’t have to do any schooling anymore

“Dean can I ask you something?” You sighed putting your pencil down

“Sure kid, what’s got your little head worrying?”

“Do you….i mean I never knew her but…..do you like mom would have liked me?”

He looked surprised not expecting that question, you saw John come out of the washroom seeing Dean expression and your nervous state

“What’s going on?”

“She…..she asked if mom would have liked her”

You were scared that he was going to yell at you, but you were just so desperate to have a mom or even a older strong woman figure to look up to

“Daddy I’m sorry I just…..I feel so different and you always say I remind you of mom, I just miss someone I never knew and it hurts”

“I’m not made princess, I’m sorry you and the boys don’t have your mother but I’m trying my best, and your mother would have loved you, I remember when she found out she was having twins she was so excited and when you were born and we saw you were a little girl she always said she felt this connection with you, how she’d cradle you and you’d immediately relax against her, she had so much planned for you Angel, she told me to wait till your 16th birthday to give you this but it’s close enough” he got up rummaging through his bag pulling out a little box

You opened it to see a silver necklace with a protection charm, just like the one John had tattooed

“I love it, thank you, I hope where ever she is she’s proud of me”

“Hey kid, we’re all proud of you” Dean smiled helping you put the necklace on

“She couldn’t have left me with better protectors, I love all three of you”

“Love you too princess, forever”

You were 22 now and on a run with all three Winchester boys, you had just finished getting the colt back from some vampires and trying to make a game plan so that John would accept you help, Sammy was driving and you and Dean were in the back

“Daddy please just take a break for a second, let us help I…….i miss you” bright lights burned you eyes before everything crashed and everything went black

You opened your eyes to see you were in a field full of flowers, not a worry in the world just the calming feeling of wind in your hair, bees buzzing by, no vampires or demons or anything just peace, then a woman in white appeared next to you

“You’re so beautiful” she smiled brushing your hair back

“Who are you?”

“I’m your mother dear, don’t tell me those boys haven’t showed you a picture of me” you shook your head but then you realized what she said, your mother was sitting next to you

“Mom…..it’s you!” You wrapped your arms around her feeling her warmth that you craved for

“But if it’s really you then…..am I dead?” You asked scared

“You got in a crash, the boys are waiting for you back there but if you want you can stay with me, we can be happy just mother and daughter, you can stay with me”

“But I haven’t lived yet, I don’t wanna leave Sammy or Dean and I can’t leave dad like that, I just got him back”

“It’s your choice baby, but either way I’m always with you” she said pointing at my necklace

A bright light above stung your eyes slowly coming into focus, seeing everyone surrounding you bed

“There she is, god sis you terrified us” Sam said wrapping his arms around you

“Princess why are you crying?” John asked worried your in pain

“I saw her” you whispered still in shock

“I think she still got drugs in her system” Dean laughed

“No I saw her, it was mom” everyone went still

“She said I could stay with her, wherever I was it was peaceful and free of evil but….i had to come back I just got you back dad and I can’t just leave my brothers you’ll tear eachother apart without me here” you smile

“I ain’t leaving anytime soon baby girl”

You went to sit up but pain shot through your body

“Good driving Sam, how is it you all look like you got in a little bar fight and I’m the one in this hospital bed…….any serious damage?”

“Doc said you got a concussion, broken rib and some nasty cuts on your face”

“But I’ll be okay?”

“We won’t let anything happen to you, never again”

Requests are open for supernatural or the walking dead:)🩶

[winchesterwild78]

A Little Bit Stronger 

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Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Language, body image issues, Dean being a dick, John being a dick, angst, light smut, assault

A/N: I was stuck in traffic on my way home today and my playlist started playing the song “A Little Bit Stronger” by Sara Evans, and it got me thinking about a story where the reader had dated Dean for years, they broke up and she’s dealing with the loss of their relationship. She’s learning how to move on, and she’s slowly getting better. Then out of nowhere, the green eyed hunter pops back into her life. Mention of Supernatural characters, but doesn’t follow the timeline. 

I’m not sure how long this will be. Maybe a chapter or two, or maybe one really long chapter. 

All work is my own, I don’t give permission for it to be taken or posted anywhere else. Feel free to reblog. 

Minors DNI 18+

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You pulled the blanket over your head when your alarm went off. Turning over after turning it off. Not feeling like getting up or going to work. Let’s be honest, you didn’t feel like doing much of anything lately. 

Knowing you were going to be late you slowly climbed out of bed. 

Getting out of bed used to be so much easier when you had something, well someone to look forward to. 

You met Dean Winchester and his younger brother Sam about 10 years ago. They were on a hunt, the same one you were on too. 

Of course you’d heard all about the Winchester Brothers. The ones Hell itself couldn’t hold. They were feared and respected in the hunter community. 

You remember the night you met them, like it was yesterday. That was the night you fell in love with Dean. You were pretty sure he had fallen in love too, even if he wouldn’t admit it. 

You were working on clearing a vampire nest, when these two giants came in and tried to take over. 

You and Dean lunged at each other, both thinking the other was a vampire. Dean’s machete swiped against your collarbone, causing a gash to appear, and you to pass out. 

“Dean, she’s not a vamp. Stop! You’re going to kill her!” You remember Sam yelling before you passed out. 

Before Dean got that slice in, you were holding your own against him. 

You woke up a few hours later to the soft whispers of the brothers, and the hum of an air conditioner. 

When you went to sit up, you realized you didn’t have a shirt on. Just your bra. Grabbing the blanket and holding it up, you looked at the brothers. “What happened, where am I, and who the hell are you?” 

Sam offered a soft smile, Dean sat with a tight jaw. “I’m Sam and that’s my brother Dean. You’re at our hotel. We brought you here to patch you up. When you and Dean were fighting, his machete cut you pretty bad. You passed out from blood loss, so we brought you here.” 

Your eyes blinked a few times before talking, “You’re Sam and Dean Winchester?!” The boys exchanged a quick glance. Sam questioned, “So you’ve heard of us. Which means you’re either a monster, demon or hunter.” 

“I’m Y/N, a Hunter. My parents were hunters and used to hunt with Bobby and Rufus. I grew up in this life, like you guys did.” 

“Well, Y/N. It’s nice to meet you. I have to ask though, why are you hunting alone?” 

“Oh, my parents retired so to speak and are living a quiet life together, my brother is married, with kids and a “normal” life. My boyfriend and I just broke up.” 

You noticed the older Winchester kept his distance and his eyes locked on you. When you mentioned a boyfriend his jaw tensed more. Normally when someone is staring you down it makes you uncomfortable, but with him it made your heart race and your cheeks flush. 

You’d occasionally make eye contact with him and you were completely mesmerized by his piercing green eyes. He would shift in his chair anytime you looked at him or bit your lip. 

“Well thank you guys for patching me up. I need to get going though. Where’s my shirt?” That’s when you realized your pants were gone too. “And where are my pants?!” Panic filled your body. 

Did they take advantage of you? Sam and Dean saw your panic. That’s when the eldest Winchester spoke. His voice was gruff and sent a shiver through you. 

“Hey, calm down sweetheart, your shirt was ripped and covered in blood, your pants were too. We didn’t think you’d want to sleep in clothes covered in blood.” 

Embarrassment rushed through you. “Yeah you’re right, sorry. I’ve just met my fair share of bad people. I didn’t mean to accuse either of you of anything.”

Dean stood and stepped closer to you, “it’s okay. Just know we would never hurt you.” 

You were lost in each other’s eyes when Sam broke the silence by clearing his throat. “Guys I’m gonna grab some food. I’ll be back soon. Y/N, you like burgers?” “Yes, that sounds great. Thank you.” You softly smiled. 

Sam left, closing the door behind him. Leaving you and Dean in the room together. The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes. Then you broke the silence, “Um, Dean. I really need some clothes. I can’t just walk around in my bra and panties. I don’t want to traumatize you or Sam.” You chuckled softly, but you meant it. 

Sam and Dean were good looking and you’d heard about “Dean’s type”. You were far from it. Where he liked thin, flat stomach, busty women, you had a stomach, extra weight in places, you were thicker than most, and your breasts were slightly different sizes. 

Dean looked at you, tilted your chin slightly and whispered “You could never traumatize me.” Red filled your cheeks and you bit your lip. 

Was Dean Winchester really flirting with you? Most definitely not. Maybe he just sees you as an easy screw, cause you’d give in to him in a heartbeat, but you’d never been a love them and leave them person. 

You pulled the sheet up more and tried to look away. Dean kept his hand on your chin, “I’m so sorry I hurt you sweetheart. I would have never hurt you if I knew you weren’t a monster.” 

Feeing brave you stood up, sheet still around you, you touched his cheek, “I know Dean. It was an accident. I do still need some clothes though. Maybe a shower too.” 

Before your brain could process what was happening, Dean leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your lips. “So beautiful” he whispered. “Come on, let’s get you in the shower. You can borrow some of my clothes.” 

Your mind was racing. Dean Winchester just kissed you. What the hell was going on?! 

Your heart was pounding in your chest and ears as Dean grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the bathroom. 

“Dean I can do this myself, I’m not that injured.” You tried to protest. “I know, but where’s the fun in that.” He winked at you. 

Holy shit! Dean is flirting with me and that kiss oh my god. I never thought a single kiss could make me instantly wet. 

You smirked at Dean, “What’s your plan Mr Winchester?” “Whatever you want Ms Y/L/N. I know what I want, but it’s up to you.” 

“Dean I don’t know what to say. I’m not like the women you’re usually with. I can’t do one night stands.” 

Dean stepped closer to you and pulled the sheet away, your breath quickened. He leaned down and crashed his lips to yours. Pulling your body flush to his. Your hands went behind his neck and into his hair. Moaning in his mouth you felt your body responding to his touch. 

When his lips pulled back he said “Then don’t.” 

That night Dean and you had sex in the shower, on the bed and the couch. You stayed with the boys after that. Your relationship with Dean deepened. 

About three years ago you and Dean were talking about how your parents were able to get out of the life and live normally. You explained to Dean it was a hard process and one that took a lot of work on their part. They eventually made it. 

Laying in Dean’s arms was your favorite place to be. Your head was on his chest and he mindlessly ran his fingers up and down your arm. 

“I love you baby. So much. Marry me?” You gasped softly and leaned up, “Dean, do you mean it?” “Yes, sweetheart. I want to marry you and have children with you. If your parents could do it, I’m sure we can too.” 

Tears streamed down your face, “Yes, Dean. I’ll marry you.” Dean pulled you into a kiss. When you leaned back he slipped a small diamond on your finger. “It’s beautiful, baby.” 

He kissed you again. The past few years with Dean had been amazing. You both learned to navigate your love while you hunted side by side. Sam had found someone too, Eileen. She was his perfect match. The four of you were great together. 

There was however one obstacle in your life, John Winchester. You’d met John a few times over the years, and each time the tension was palatable. You tried your best to charm him and get him to approve of your relationship, but he refused. He said you were nothing but a distraction and a way for Dean to pass the time after a hunt. The words hurt, but nothing could prepare you for what was to come. 

The morning after Dean proposed, he called Sam and told him he finally did it. Sam and Eileen were over the moon. Then came the phone call that scared you the most. Dean had to call his father. 

Dean sat beside you on the couch and called John. “Hello, Dean.” John’s gruff voice boomed through the line. “Hey dad, I need to tell you something.” “Dean if you’re about to tell me you fucked up and got Y/N pregnant I’ll beat your ass.” Dean’s eyes went wide, “What?! No, dad, she’s not pregnant.” You scoffed when you heard that. “Well, then what is it son?” “Dad, I asked her to marry me. She said yes. We’re getting married.” 

There was silence on Dean’s end of the phone. The only sound was your heart pounding in your ears. 

You reached for Dean’s hand and he pulled away, getting up. He started pacing the room, his jaw tight with anger and frustration. You knew John was saying something to him, because he was nodding and would occasionally let out a “Yes, sir.” 

It seemed like hours before Dean hung up. When he hung up he looked tense. “Dean, what did he say?” “Don’t worry about it.” He snapped. You flinched at his tone. Dean had never spoken to you like that before.

You looked down at your lap and fidgeted with your hands, “Okay, Dean.” He stormed outside and slammed the front door behind him, making you jump. You were determined to find out what happened, and if Dean wouldn’t talk to you, then you’d go straight to the source. 

Taking out your phone you dialed John’s number. A few rings later John answered, “What do you want, Y/N?” “Well hello to you too, John. I wanted to know what you said to Dean. He was mad and left.” “Good, he came to his senses. Look, you’re a nice girl, but you’re not right for Dean. He doesn’t really love you. The only woman he’s ever loved was Lisa. She’s a better match for him than you could ever be.” 

Your breath caught in your throat, he’d never mentioned Lisa. “John, why are you so cruel? Dean loves me and we are getting married, whether you like it or not.” John laughed and you growled in frustration. “Keep thinking that, sweetheart. I need to go. Have a nice life, Y/N.”

He hung up and you were fuming. 

You tried to call Dean but he didn’t answer. As the night wore on you slipped further into despair. Did Dean leave me? Was John telling the truth about Lisa, and does Dean really still love her? Why won’t he come home? 

You softly cried until the tears wouldn’t fall. You curled up on the couch and fell asleep. Around daybreak you heard Dean stumble in. You sat up looking at Dean. He was drunk, and you noticed the faint smell of perfume and you saw a hickey on his neck.

“Dean, where have you been? I’ve been worried sick.” “Aww don’t be like that sweetheart, I was just having some fun. It’s been too long since I had any fun.” Your heart clenched at his words. “Dean, I don’t understand. What’s going on with you? You left without saying a word, came home drunk, smelling like another woman and you have a hickey. I thought you loved me, wanted to marry me.” 

“Well you thought wrong. I was wrong. This (he motioned between the two of you) was fun while it lasted, but I think it’s time to move on.” You sat stunned, speechless. “Dean, you don’t mean that. You’re drunk and not thinking clearly.” “No sweetheart, that’s where you’re wrong again, I’m thinking very clear. You were right all those years ago, you aren’t my type. I mean maybe if you lost a little weight and actually tried to be pretty.”

You let out a gasp, and before you knew it you slapped him across the face. Your heart broke. “Dean, why are you doing this? What the hell happened?” “I’m finally thinking clearly, my dad reminded me that I’m truly in love with Lisa and she’s the mother of my child, Ben. I owe it to them to make it work.” 

“Dean, please don’t do this. How can you just walk away from us?” “Easy, I’m packing and moving in with Lisa and my son. I spent last night with her and it felt good to be back in her arms.” You felt sick to your stomach. 

Dean walked into your shared room and grabbed his duffel bag and started packing. You sat on your bed and watched him pack, silent tears falling. With each item he packed your heart broke more. As Dean put the last thing in his bag he glanced over at you. With a tremble in your voice you tried one last time, “Dean please don’t walk away from us. I love you, and I know you love me. Please don’t do this. We can figure this out.”

Dean just looked at you and grabbed his bag. You followed him to the door, “Dean, before you go, here.” You slid the ring off your finger and handed it to him. His eyes filled with sadness as more tears fell from yours. “I’ll always love you, Dean.”

He turned and walked out the door. You collapsed on the floor.

It was 3 years ago today that Dean Winchester broke your heart. You’re slowly getting better, but days like today, anniversary days are hard. You moved in with your parents temporarily, got a pretty good job working at the office your brother worked at, and now you had your own place. 

As you opened your closet to get dressed for work you glanced over and saw the t-shirt Dean loaned you the first night you met. Your fingers lightly brushed over the fabric and the happier memories came flooding back. 

You’d kept in touch with Sam and Eileen. They had since gotten married and had a little boy. They left hunting and Sam went back to law school, becoming a lawyer. You’d occasionally ask about Dean, and Sam would tell you he was okay. You also found out that John had died in a car accident about a year ago. You knew Dean would have been devastated. 

You got to work about 10 minutes late. Sitting at your desk your mind wandered to the thought of Dean. You missed him so much, but with each passing day you got a little bit stronger. You knew you’d never fully get over him. He was the love of your life and you were supposed to marry him and have his children. Now he’s in the arms of another woman. 

Your friend from work, Libby invited you to the bar with her and a few other colleagues. It was Friday and it had been a long week. At first you weren’t going to go, but decided to drink until you forgot him. You went home after work, changed and caught an Uber to the bar. 

You decided to wear your jeans, low heel boots and a nice top that revealed just enough. You put your hair up in a messy bun and applied some light makeup. Stepping out of the Uber you saw Libby at the door. “Hey, Y/N! So glad you could make it.” She pulled you into a hug. 

You and the rest of the people in your group settled at a table at the back of the bar. Drinks flowed and you were starting to get tipsy. One of your male colleagues, Ryan, came out too. He’d flirted a few times with you, but you never gave in. You, Libby and a few other girls got up and started dancing. Libby leaned into you and said “Don’t look now, but Ryan is watching you.” You glanced over and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You smiled at him. “Yeah, I don’t know.” “Come on girl, it’s been 3 years. You can move on.” You hadn’t thought about Dean all night, now he’s all you could think about. 

“I’m, um, gonna get some air.” Libby nodded sadly. She knew how much you had loved Dean and how much it broke your heart. You grabbed your jacket and walked outside. Taking out your phone you scrolled through the pictures of you and Dean. You sighed sadly, “I miss you so much Dean. I miss how happy we were, how in love we were. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you.” 

Tears started to flow freely. 

You stood outside a few minutes longer looking at the pictures of a happier time. The sound of a voice pulled your attention up. “Hey ya sweetheart.” That voice, you knew that voice. You looked up and saw Dean standing in front of you. He looked good. You were speechless. 

“How are you? You look good, sweetheart.” “Dean…I…” Your words stuck in your throat. He stepped closer to you, and his thumb brushed your cheek. “Still as beautiful as ever.” 

Fury filled your body after what he said, “Dean, what are you doing here?” You stepped away from him. “I was here at the bar tonight with some work buddies and I saw you. I needed to talk to you. It’s been too long.” 

You scoffed, “It’s been too long?! Dean, you’re the one who walked away, not me. You threw our relationship away. You proposed and then the next day you slept with another woman and left me for her. Oh and let’s not forget I found out you had a kid I didn’t know about. I heard you were engaged again, Congratulations. I hope you and Lisa have a wonderful life together.”

You started to walk away, but Dean grabbed your arm, “Baby, please.” You tried to free yourself from his grip, “Don’t baby me. You lost that privilege when you chose another woman over me. It’s taken me 3 years to finally get to where I am. I don’t cry myself to sleep every night, and I don’t question my worth as much anymore. I was doing all of that because of YOU! I gave you everything, EVERYTHING! I loved you. I wanted to marry you and have your children. Goodbye, Dean.”

As you started to walk away you glanced at him one last time, “Just so you know Dean, I still love you. I wish I didn’t, but I will always love you.” You walked away, heading towards the bar so you could get your Uber. You needed to get away from Dean. Just being near him made your heart clench with pain and love. 

Dean stood frozen, he had been keeping a secret from you he desperately needed you to hear, but would you listen? Would you really care? 

Just as you reached the door, Dean grabbed your arm, “Y/N, please I need to tell you something.” You turned and looked into his green eyes, you saw pain, sadness and love. “Y/N, I love you sweetheart, I was a fool to push you away. I want to come home to you. Please baby.” You’d waited 3 years to hear him say that, but your heart was scared. You wanted him to profess his love to you, but was he being genuine? You were afraid what would happen if he wasn’t, you couldn’t bear to get over him again. 

“Dean, it’s too late. You’re in love with Lisa, she’s your fiance and had your son. I can’t and I won’t compete with that.” He stepped closer to you, “Sweetheart, she’s not my fiance, we broke up, and Ben isn’t mine. She said he was, but he isn’t. I ended things with her because I realized I wasn’t in love with her. There’s been only one woman in my life that I truly loved, well love. Because I still do. I love you.”

“Dean, I don’t know what to say. You said some really horrible things to me.” “I know, but I knew if I didn’t you wouldn’t let me go. I’m so sorry. I‘ll spend the rest of my life trying to fix this, fix us.” “Then why did you do it, Dean?” 

“When I talked to my dad that day he played into my fears, my fears of losing you, of our children having to grow up without you or me. He also told me it was safer with Lisa and that Ben was mine. I’m sorry sweetheart, I believed him. My life has been miserable the past three years. There hasn’t been a single second where I didn’t think of you.”

You scoffed, “Then why did it take you three years?! If you were that miserable, why did you warm her bed for three years, while mine was cold? Dean, I can’t do this. Please just let me go.” You turned as the tears started to fall. 

Making your way to the front of the bar, you called an Uber and waited out front for it. Standing outside waiting, Ryan came out of the bar to talk to you. “Hey, Y/N, leaving so soon?” “Yeah, I’m just tired and need to go home.” Ryan touched your arm, “Hmm that’s a shame. I was hoping to have gotten at least one dance with you.” You smiled softly as a blush filled your cheeks.

Ryan was a good looking man, and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t fantasized about him. Maybe it was the raw emotions you were feeling, or the bravery brought on by the alcohol, but you leaned into Ryan and placed a kiss on his lips. He pulled you closer to his body and his hands went in your hair, deepening the kiss. You moaned into his mouth. 

As the Uber pulled up you and Ryan climbed in. Not able to keep your hands off each other. Once in the car, Ryan started kissing your neck. You leaned your head back and as you looked out the window you saw Dean standing on the sidewalk with a look of shock and sadness on his face.

A few minutes later you and Ryan were walking into your apartment. The two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Clothes began to fly and hands roamed. You moaned into his mouth as his body hovered over yours. You hadn’t had sex with anyone since Dean. 

Trying to push Dean out of your mind you decided sex with Ryan would help. As things heated up between you and Ryan, you grabbed a condom from the side table. Ryan slid it on and pushed in. You gasped at the feeling. He definitely didn’t give you time to be ready or adjust like Dean did. Ryan was rushing, you tried desperately to chase your release, but it felt like Ryan was only concerned with him. Stop! Stop comparing him to Dean! He’s not Dean, he will never be Dean.

Tears began to fall. You were about to tell Ryan to stop, but his lips crashed on yours in a forceful kiss. He wasn’t gentle at all. His thrusts were hard and angry. You weren’t enjoying yourself. Trying to slip your hand between the two of you, so you could get off, proved to be the wrong move. Ryan became angry, “What the fuck are you doing?!” “I’m trying to get off too.” “No! You don’t get to touch yourself. I’ll get you off.” “Well, you’re not going to fucking me like you are.” Ryan slapped you across your face. 

You screamed in pain and tried to push him off of you. “Get the fuck off of me!” “No! You don’t get to start this then tell me to stop.” “The fuck I can’t! Get the fuck off NOW!” Just as you were about to knee him, you felt Ryan being pulled away. 

When you looked up you saw Dean, he pulled Ryan off of you and punched him over and over. “She said get off of her! Don’t you ever fucking touch her again or I’ll kill you! Now get the fuck out!” Dean growled. 

You’d grabbed the sheet and pulled it around you. Ryan grabbed his stuff and left calling you a whore under his breath. As soon as he was gone Dean was at your side, “Are you okay, sweetheart? Did he hurt you?” The tears started to flow freely as Dean pulled you into his arms. His sweet, protective arms. You buried your face in his chest and cried as he held you. “I’m sorry Dean. I left with him to make you jealous. This is all my fault.” 

“No baby, this isn’t your fault. You’re okay now, he’s gone.” “And you’re here. Protecting me like always.” “I’ll always protect you, sweetheart. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and in bed.” 

Dean helped you up and you went to the bathroom to clean up and check your face. There would be a bruise, but things could have been so much worse. You got cleaned up and dressed, when you walked back into your bedroom, you saw Dean laying on your bed with his boxers on and nothing else. “Come on sweetheart, get some sleep. I’ve got you.” He offered his arm and you curled up next to him. You laid on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as you drifted off to sleep.

When Dean was sure you were asleep, he placed a soft kiss on your head, “I love you, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” 

Part 2…..coming soon

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[deansmom]

The fact that the spn fandom is entirely incapable of a nuanced discussion involving Dean and the relationship with his mother shouldn’t surprise me as much as it did when I came back to fandom, and as much as it still does when I’m forced to see it with my own two eyeballs

Mary Winchester was a person before she was a mother, and I’m going to be so honest with you, I think by the time she died, John didn’t like who that person was. So I think when she died, he did what a lot of people do, which is put the person they lost on a pedestal. And that’s who Dean grew up hearing about, that’s what all of his memories of his mom were contextualized with, this person who didn’t exist. And so then his mom comes back and I think it’s very, very clear to Dean almost immediately that this isn’t the same person John told him about.

In the real world, we have no context to draw from and nothing to compare it to, the experience of getting a dead parent back and to be part of your life again. We can’t know how he felt beyond what we were shown in canon - So of course Dean is thrilled, but he’s also a Winchester and deeply traumatized, and tries so hard to make it seem normal and not internalize his complicated feelings about her and her being alive. He’s dealing with:

Grappling with losing the mother he was told she was and resenting mary for it because she’s standing in front of him

Realizing that John robbed so much from him by denying him the version of his mother who feels like looking in a mirror

The guilt of how and why mary is there

Trying to reconcile his feelings of resentment and anger that he knows should be directed at John, but John’s not there, so they end up getting directed at mary, and feeling bad about that

A deeply traumatized inner child who has his safe person back, and just wants his mom to hold him and tell him it’s going to be okay, but he knows that isn’t fair to ask of her

And meanwhile mary was dealing with

✨trauma✨ from being brought back to life

Having to confront her own failures as a parent (which is silly it’s not her fault she died but y’know, feelings tend to be silly)

Having to reconcile her toddler with the man in front of her who’s older than her being her son

Seeing so much of John’s worst qualities in both of them and recognizing the trauma of a shitty dad

The fact that they had this idea of who she was, and it’s nothing like her at all, and trying to understand why John would lie to them while also probably coming to terms with what looks like confirmation of her own worst fears about who she was as a parent

I cannot stress this enough: the last time her feet touched the ground, she had been married, with a new baby, and a 4 year old, she wasn’t a hunter, John barely knew about hunting, and it was the 80’s. She woke up in what, 2017 and her husband’s dead, her babies are grown men (again: older than her!!!) and the most prolific hunters in the world. Oh, also, angels? God? The afterlife?? Funny story! Like I’m sorry, you wanted her to have well-adjusted coping skills for that????

The Mary hate just gets me because she’s Dean in a different font, and so many of y’all hate her for such superficial bullshit that you could let go of if you took 5 seconds to think about the situation critically for both of them. The only bad guy here is, was and will always be John Winchester. John was there, but Mary tried her best. Mary tried to do what was best for them when she left, because she didn’t want to damage their idea of who she was anymore than she had. Mary literally died trying to save Sam from the destiny that heaven had written for him - John couldn’t be bothered to think about his kids.

And if you think that Dean ever genuinely hated Mary, your critical thinking skills need some work. The thing that prompts his speech in 12.22 is Mary saying to his younger self, “I only want good things for you, Dean. I'll never let anything bad happen to you.” So he says

I hate you. And I love you. 'Cause I can't – I can't help it. You're my Mom. And I understand...'cause I have made deals to save the ones I love more than once.

I forgive you. I forgive you. For all of it. Everything. On the other side of this, we can start over, okay? You, me, Sam. We can get it right this time. But I need you to fight. Right now, I need you to fight. I need you – I need you to look at me, Mom. I need you to really look at me and see me. Mom, I need you to see me. Please.

Translation: “you’re right. I resent you for not being the person I was sold, I resent you for your death being the thing that ruined dad, I resent you for being the touchstone for so many of heaven’s plans for us. I resent you because you’re here, and John isn’t, and it’s easier to hate someone tangible than someone dead. And if I hate you, it’s only because I can see so much of myself in you, and I’m so incredibly angry that John treated us the way he did. My whole world, my whole identity revolves around you being someone that you never were, and wrapping my head around that is scary, but when I pull my head out of my ass and look around, you were just a kid. And you did your best, you’ve always tried to do what’s best for me and Sam, and I don’t hate you. I don’t know if I like you right now because you’re a stranger, which is scary - but I love you. So please, mom, I’m sorry that I’ve been taking my bullshit out on you. Just… try. For me. Please.”

Anyways!!! You guys don’t deserve Mary.

[crushculture03]

The First Meeting

See Masterlist for warnings

Chp 3 of ‘About you’

Gifs aren’t mine all credit goes to the og creators

Summer 1999

Bobby Singer didn't like visitors, it was well known he really didn't like people in general, well besides his daughter Valerie, who was the only one who could make that grumpy man smile.

The morning of June 2nd loud banging woke both Bobby and Valerie. Bobby pulled his pistol out as he slowly approached the door, "Who the hell is it!" he yells. "It's John, Bobby, '' a voice says. Bobby groans and puts his gun away, opening the door to reveal the Winchester boys. "What John '' Bobby says, clearly not happy to see his friend. "I gotta go on some hunts but can't take the boys, can you watch them while I'm away? '' John asks, and motions to the two teen boys standing next to him.

Bobby sighs and looks at the boys, "Fine, but you owe me big time Winchester '' he grumbles, "Come on boys' ' he says and steps aside so they can walk into the house. "Thanks Singer I appreciate it, bye boys be good" John says, before walking back to his car and speeding off.

Bobby closes the door and looks at the boys, "Sam, Dean wow you two have grown, how old are ya again?" he asks, "I'm 18 and Sammy's 16" Dean says. "Ok, well Sam you're the same age as Valerie'' Bobby says, "Val get down here there's someone I want you to meet!" her father shouts up the stairs.

Sam swears he felt his heart skip a beat when a young blonde girl came down the stairs. "Val, meet Sam and Dean Winchester, Winchesters Meet my daughter Valerie," he says, introducing the teens. "Hi" she says sheepishly, "Hey," the boys say in unison. "Val they're going to be staying with us all summer, can you show them to their room? '' he asks, "Of course" she smiles and motions for the boys to follow her.

The three teens made their way upstairs, "So um this will be your guy's room, there are two beds here, and my rooms down the hall, the bathroom is the last door on the right" She said. Dean walks into the room, throwing his duffel bag on one of the beds, while Sam stays in the hallway next to her. "Thanks, Valerie" he mumbles, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment, he's never been good at talking to girls. "You can call me Val, Sam" she smiles, he nods his head in response before walking into the room. "I'll let you guys get settled in, I'll be in my room if you need me, '' she says before walking down the hall to her room.

"Sammy has a crush" Dean teases his brother, "I do not!" Sam defends himself, even though his deep red cheeks give away his lie. "You better be careful, she's Bobbys daughter and you don't wanna be on his bad side" his older brother warns "But I say go for it Sam, maybe you'll finally get some" he teases before falling back on the old bed. "Thanks, Dean" he mumbles, before putting his bag down on the other bed. "I'm gonna go walk around" Sam says, his brother waves him off before closing his eyes, taking a nap.

Sam walks down the hallway, coming to a stop in front of her door, he nervously knocks on her door. Val opens the door, now out of her pajamas and into actual clothes, "Hey Sam everything ok?" she asks, "Yeah I was just wondering if maybe you'd be able to show me around the property, if-if you're not busy" he stumbles on his words a bit. "Of course" she says, Val couldn't help the butterflies that flew around her stomach when she looked at him.

He steps aside so she can follow her, she walks past him and down the stairs, he follows her. "Well let me show you my favorite place to go, my dad built it when I was a kid and my mom was still around" she leads him outside, the two walking in comfortable silence until they reach a run down tree house. "I know it looks old but it's safe I promise" she says as she climbs the stairs and motions for him to follow her. He follows after her and takes in his surroundings, the tree house was old and worn down but there were two bean bags in there and the remnants of smoked joints and empty beer bottles.

"Wow you're a bit of a rebel aren't you? '' he jokes as he sits down on one of the beaten up bean bag chairs. "It helps ease the pain of some of the stuff I see on hunts and everything, it's nice to get away from it all" she says as she takes a seat next to him.  "I understand that, so Bobby forces you to hunt like my dad does," he asks. "No, he did train me but doesn't force me to go on hunts if I don't want to, I'm sorry your dad does, he sounds like an asshole" she says, which causes Sam to let out a laugh, "you're not wrong about that" he responds.

"Do you plan on hunting when you turn 18, or do you wanna do something else?" she asks, "Well I hope to go to college, I know my dad won't be happy but I don't care, he's controlled too much of my life already" Sam responds. "I hope you get that life" she says, looking over at him and smiling, "Thanks" he responds.

Present Day

"Whatcha thinking about Val" Sam asks, snapping the girl out of her daze. "Just thinking about the summer we met, I remember us sitting in my tree house talking about the future, I'm glad you got your dream" she says before going back to looking out the window watching the scenery go by. "Aw day dreaming about Sammy aren't you" Dean teases from the driver seat, she kicks his seat "Shut up" she snaps. "Hey be careful in my baby you better not have scratched the seats" Dean lectures, "yes sir" she says, saluting him in a teasing way. The three still had a long way to go, not only miles wise, but also in the hunt to find John Winchester.

[treacherousrift]

Do you have any trans Sam hc? Especially when he was goring up between motels with his brother and dad

I assume you meant growing up and yes. This is like everything I talk about all the time constantly thinking about it.

WARNING: this is SO very long. And it’s also all transmasc or Nonbinary headcanons (I can build off transfem headcanons later if we’re really that invested)

I’m gonna do point form like I always do, again this is not in any way a generalized experience of being trans, this is just from my trans perspective. Which is to say I am definitely projecting a little bit.

This is also definitely not ALL of the headcanons, I could say more if you want me to build off something specific let me know!

-my first headcanon is that John gave Dean a buzzcut because he didn’t want to give them haircuts or pay for haircuts, and it’s kinda also related to that authority thing?

But my headcanon here is that Sam saw deans buzzcut and didn’t understand that Dean hated it and the buzzcut is like bad, all he understood was that it was a “boy” haircut and he wanted it. So he begs John to give him the haircut as well and then John tells him no (BOOO) because he’s a girl (BOOO) and then Dean secretly gives Sam a buzzcut without John knowing. I don’t want to talk about the aftermath of this one don’t ask me.

-so yes Sam starts thrifting clothes to get them cheap and to find clothes that were boyish, not that clothes are gendered he just prefers to dress this way for himself but he experiments in crop tops and dresses as well.

But before he thrifted clothes or would literally be donated clothes by his classmates because parents started to notice how they didn’t have money. Dean would give Sam the clothes he couldn’t fit into anymore, and the kids would bully him but he’d secretly be super cool with it because it gave him a lot of gender euphoria. However he grew to have his own sense of style in high school when he started to rebel against Dean (emo phase???)

-he told all his friends in highschool to refer to him with he/him pronouns, but not in front of dean (he was just overall afraid of coming out to family in general nothing personal against Dean and he didn’t want to have a whole conversation about it), and then he realized that he liked those pronouns and maybe also other pronouns too since pronouns are not confined to gender. And he really finds his group of friends in college and even joins a GSA.

-I like Nonbinary Sam or genderfluid Sam headcanons a lot. I think that Sam def could be like “gender is stupid” and realized he was Nonbinary after taking a gender studies class and after extensive research when he was younger but the gender studies class really woke him up since the professor told him that stereotypes are a myth. And he was like “oh so I can be Nonbinary and still do [insert thing]”

-Dean bought him his first chest binder last year of highschool / alternatively Dean found his chest binder and he comes out to Dean and Dean is very accepting

And or Sam transitions in college. Medically or socially, whatever you feel.

-Bobby treating Sam as his son when Sam lets slip that he feels more like a boy, and Bobby thinks that means he feels like a tomboy.

So for most of his life he’s called a tomboy, but he just really wants to be a boy, but also has this experience with gender roles that is complicated because men in hunters communities have a toxic idea of masculinity so maybe Bobby is like “real men shoot deer” or something but it’s not specifically in reference to Sam it’s just something he says (that’s wrong).

so Sam tries to decipher this idea of masculinity in his head because 1. He’s a boy, he wants so badly to be seen as a boy by others and 2. He does NOT want to shoot deer because deer are cute.

So then he starts to unpack these themes of masculinity specifically in hunting communities but also toxic masculinity passed down by his dad to his brother Dean and then to him. And he tries to break that chain of toxic masculinity.

-you could theorize that Sam came out as transmasc to Dean early on and that scene with the “girl toy” that Dean accidentally got him for Christmas was well meaning. Idk how to build off of this one. Like Dean supports him and is scared of hurting him and others hurting him because of who he is????

Ahh I could say much more but ahhh I’ll leave it at this

[hotcocosstuff]

Castiel x reader Smut: Comfort

From my wattpad

You were sitting in the bunker waiting for a case with your older brothers when Castiel showed up. You smiled up at the angel as he greeted your brothers. You had never met the angel before but you had heard a lot about him. You were reading a book in a corner so he didn't even notice you there as he continued to talk to your brothers. "Hey Y/N" you looked up from your book "Yeah Dean?" "Can you grab my weapons from the trunk of the impala I want to clean them." You nodded waving at cas before you dashed out. When you got to the impala you heard a flutter of wings behind you. "Who are you?" You turned around to find castiel "I could ask you the same thing." You say smirking. "I am Castiel a angel of the lord" you laugh making him tilt his head "I was kidding Castiel I know who you are" he nodded softly "My names Y/N im sam and dean's younger sister." "It's a pleasure to meet you Y/N" you smile before continuing to grab the weapons once you were done you closed the trunk and turned around so you were facing him "Well i should get these back to Dean bye Castiel" you walked away leaving him standing there. Once you got back inside the bunker you handed dean his stuff " Your angel is peculiar." Dean laughed "More like clueless." You sighed yawning softly "well if we dont have a case yet than im going to take a nap." "Ok" dean said "love you sis." Sam said smiling "love you too sammy" You were the only one allowed to call him sammy because you were his little sister. You went to your room and went to bed.

You were dreaming about your past when you were taken from your family far away from anyone else. John had left you to these stupid demons and it was like you were back there all over again."Please i didn't do anything i just want to go home!" "Don't we all but the boss wants us to hurt you in every possible way." You sucked in a breath before the demon ran his knife across your shoulder digging in deep leaving a scar there forever. "Please let me go please someone anyone save me i don't want to die not like this"

You woke up screaming and to a hand on your sweaty forehead "Y/n are you ok?" You looked up into worried blue eyes. "I-im ok Castiel." You try to put on a smile and be brave but a tear falls down your face. "Can i read your mind so i can understand and help you?" You nod weakly now crying hard. After a moment of silence he speaks up "I know sam and dean said john was mean but i didn't think he was that mean." "He left me to die and be raped and tortured" you say between sobs. Castiel put his arm and laid down next to you carefully. "Shhh i know its ok your safe now little one your safe." "Why are you helping me Castiel and where are Sam and Dean?" He sighed "Sam and dean went out to a bar and im helping you because even though we just met i like you and, i honestly think you are a kind and beautiful especially after reading your mind." You smile softly burying your head into his chest and falling asleep. He smiled looking down at you watching you sleep and keeping the bad dreams away.

When you woke up the next day (because Castiel made sure you got plenty of sleep).

You found Castiel staring down at you. "Good morning Y/N" "Morning?! How long was i out?" "Since you curled into my chest and fell asleep yesterday." "Oh sorry Castiel." You move to get off of him and get up but he pulls you back down so your straddling his lap. "Where do you think your going?" You blushed "To see my brothers." "They left on a hunt." "Without me?" "I told them you needed rest." "Ok." You decided to bury your head in the crook of his neck. "Castiel i know we just met but i think i love you." He looked down at you eyes wide with surprise. You gulped sitting up to face him. "I'm sorry I.." You were cut off by his lips pressed to yours. You took a minute to register what was happening before you moved your lips against his. He then took you and flipped you underneath him.

"C-Castiel" you moaned and he took the opportunity to put his tounge in your mouth exploring every inch of it. "Mmm you taste so sweet." Castiel said running his hands up and down your body. He moved his lips to your neck kissing and biting until he found your sweet spot. "Castiel please i need more." He looked up at you "so impatient baby." He snapped his fingers removing your clothes but leaving him fully dressed. You whined tugging at his trench coat "Shh baby I'm going to take good care of you." He then moved his head down to your nipples. He kissed and licked at one while tweaking the other one with his fingers. "It's always the quiet ones" you laugh softly your laugh turning into a moan. " you wont be laughing for long." He moved his head between your legs smirking. You felt something warm run through your body touching every part of you in a pleasurable way. "W-what are you doing?" He smiled "My grace i want to feel you in every way little one." You moan as he sticks his tounge inside you. He took his tounge out and moved it to your clit as he shoved three fingers into you "Castiel I'm close." "Cum for me baby." That was all it took for you to be seeing stars. You opened your eyes to find Castiel naked and lining himself up with you. You gasped as he thrust into you " so tight baby." "Castiel faster please." That was all it took for him to thrust his hips forward and set a slow teasing pace. You saw his wings form and spread as his eye glew a bright blue "Can i touch them" you asked in between moans he nodded and when you grabbed onto them burying your hands into the feathers he let out an animalistic growl and thrust into you at a brusing pace. It wasn'tlong before you were close "Castiel I'm close." He growled his grace now rubbing at your clit "Then cum, cum with me baby." You were then seeing stars again and moaning his name as you came. He came as well shooting his hot seed into you.

As you both came down from your highs he pulled out of you. "I love you too Y/N."  You smiled kissing him and running your hands through his feathers. He groaned softly. "Love you so much." Then of course dean and sam walked in already back from there hunt. "Wow you guys literally just met a day ago and your already fucking." You nodded and kissed Castiel smiling "Your just jealous dean." Sam said walking in. You sighed "He probaly is too he cant get a girl and keep them like i can." Castiel said smiling "Ouch." Sam and you said at the same time laughing. Castiel pulled you closer to his chest nuzzling his face into your hair. "Whatever, if you hurt my sister i will hurt you though." Dean said rolling his eyes. Castiel looked up for a second before sighing "I could never hurt this precious human being." He said then nuzzled his face back into your hair. You smiled "Alright dean that's enough threats" Sam winked at you then pushed dean out and closed the door.

"I know this is alot for a first meeting and only knowing each other for a day but will you be my girlfriend y/n?" "Of course Castiel." He smiled turning you to look at him "You can call me Cas, honeybee." You tilted your head "honeybee? Where did that come from." He smiled pecking you on the lips softly "I love bees and i love you so im calling honeybee or bee if your ok with it." You smiled it was your turn to give him a peck on the lips "Of course im ok with it babe." He smiled before spooning you as you closed your eye "Get some sleep honeybee I'll watch over you." You smiled "I love you cas." He kissed the back of your neck "I love you too bee." You then closed your eyes and fell asleep.

Sure enough Castiel had kept his promise and was there when you woke up "Good morning Y/n." You smiled opening your eyes tiredly "Good morning love." He flipped you over so you were facing him. "Hello brother." You both look up "What do you want Gabriel." He smirked and pulled out a lollipop before answering "I'm helping the winchesters out on there next case and i realized i hadn't seen my favorite winchester yet." You smile at your second favorite angel (after cas of course) "Too bad he got to you before i did, i more than happily would have took you." You roll your eyes chuckling softly. "Ok well I'll leave you guys to get dressed." Then he was gone. "Come on bee get up and get dressed I'm taking you out on a date today." You smiled at him "Ok baby." He disappeared and you got dressed in something rather revealing. "Castiel I'm ready." He reappeared

"Mmm bee think we can get a round in before we leave." "Castiel." You blush softly as he backs you up onto the bed. "Babe didnt you say we had somewhere to be." You say chuckling "It can wait bee you look to good in that." He snapped and both of your clothes were gone. He didn't waste anytime before he pushed into you. It was the night before all over again he had you screaming his name so that everyone in the bunker could hear.

After you were done you smiled and laughed "Now i need a nap." He smiled "Take your time honeybee." With that you fell asleep in your angels arms knowing you would always be safe.

[gojos-precious]

Pain

Summary: Courtney helps Dean. 

A/N: This is part 3 of the Singer series that I’ve been working on. I hope you enjoy and as always please be kind.

There were times that I hated hunting and this was one of them. I woke up at 5 o’clock this morning in mind-numbing pain. “Here we go again” I say to myself as I get up and try to get to the bathroom as fast as I can. I knew that it was coming based on how I’d been feeling the past few days, but I’m never prepared for how bad the pain is. Endometriosis was a bitch who had always managed to kick my ass better than any monster ever could. I was 16 when we figured out what it was and that there’s no cure. I’m 20 now and it still manages to take me out almost every time. I did what I needed to in the bathroom and got back in the bed and curled up into the fetal position. I was determined to stay there as long as I could but I knew I would have to get up eventually. Dean was coming to get me later today and we were going to drive to California to hopefully get Sam’s help. It’s been almost 2 years since he left for college and it’s been almost 2 years since any of us have heard from him. John had always kept tabs on him though, just to make sure he was safe. I was especially grateful for that. Which is why when Dean called yesterday asking for my help looking for John, I immediately agreed. John was always really good about checking in so I immediately knew that something had to be wrong when Dean said that he hadn’t heard from him in a few days. Even if me and John didn’t always get along, I was still going to be there for Dean.

 Bobby heard that I was awake and came to check on me. It’s unusual for me to be up this early so it made him concerned. When he came in and saw me curled up in the fetal position, he immediately knew what was wrong. He had lived with me long enough to know. He came to the side of the bed where I was and said “Hey kiddo, can I get you anything? Do you need me to call Dean and tell him you won’t be able to help him?” I sat up and rested against the headboard and said “Ibuprofen and a heating pad would be great. Don’t worry about calling Dean, I’m gonna suck it up and go.” Bobby just nodded and left to go grab the ibuprofen and a heating pad. He knew better than to try to convince me otherwise. There was no way I wasn’t going to help Dean. The fact that he called to ask for my help meant a lot. Dean had never really been one to ask for help like this. Sure, he would ask for help with research (because he hated doing it) but he rarely ever asked for help for something like this.

 When Dean came to pick me up, he immediately knew something was wrong as soon as he laid eyes on me. He had known me long enough that he could read me like a book. I was curled up on the couch when he came in and he said “Hey Court, you sure you’re okay to go with me? You don’t have to.” I sat up off the couch and carefully stretched and said “Yeah, I’m gonna be miserable wherever I am but at least if I go with you, I feel like I’m doing something worthwhile instead of just rotting away in my bed.” He nodded and went to grab my duffel bag and said “Fair enough. You can always lay down in the backseat if you need to.”  I carefully bent over and grabbed my backpack off the floor and walked over to where Bobby was standing by his desk and gave him a quick hug. After what happened with my dad, I always make sure to hug the people I love because I never know when it might be the last. Bobby walks us out to the salvage yard and says “You two be safe and please keep me updated.” I nod and give him one last hug before I crawl into the backseat of the Impala and try to get comfortable. It’s gonna be a long ride.

 I fell asleep not too long after we left Bobby’s and woke up about 4 hours later to Dean lightly tapping me on my knee and he said “Hey Court, I had to stop for gas, do you need anything?” I grumbled sleepily and started to sit up and said “Yeah, I need to pee. Where’s my backpack?” Dean reached across the front seat and grabbed it out of the floorboard and handed it to me and said “How are you feeling after your nap? You hungry?” I grabbed the backpack from him and started digging around for what I needed and said “I feel a little better. I’m actually starving though. Will you see if they have any of those breakfast burritos that I like while I’m in the bathroom?” He smiled as we both started to get out of the Impala and said “Sure thing! Anything else?” My face lit up and I said “Ooh! And a Dr.Pepper! Thanks!” And we both walked into the convenience store and went our separate ways. When I got done in the bathroom, I met him back at the Impala and climbed into the front seat and started rummaging through the bag from the store. “Dude, how many burritos did you get? There’s so many.” He shrugged and said “I got like 6 or 7. You said you were starving.” I laughed and immediately regretted it. Pain shot through me and it was enough to make me squeeze my eyes shut and clutch my stomach. Dean saw what happened and reached over into the glovebox and pulled out a big bottle of Ibuprofen and passed it to me and said “Here, I think it’s time for you to take more. It still hasn’t gotten any better has it?” I gratefully took it from him and said “I think it’s time too. No, it hasn’t gotten any better. Me and Bobby have been trying to find natural remedies and stuff but it seems to only help temporarily.” He just nodded and continued to focus on the road and I started opening up one of the burritos. The next few hours were spent catching each other up on things that had been happening in our lives. I had started solo hunting recently so we had a little more to bond over now. Me and Dean had always gotten along like brother and sister. He was like the older brother I never had. It was easy for me to be myself around him. Which is how he noticed that the closer we got to California, the more nervous I got. It had been so long since I had seen Sam. Would he even want to see me? I was pulled from my thoughts when Dean started talking to me. He said “I know you’re nervous to see him. If it makes you feel any better, I am too.” I just kind of nodded and started looking out the window before I said “What are we going to do if he won't help?” I was trying to avoid the conversation that I know Dean wanted to have. He’s been wanting to play matchmaker with us for years. He’s always noticed how I looked at Sam. I wasn’t ready to admit how I felt though. If I admitted it, then it could change everything. Especially if Sam didn’t feel the same. I wasn’t ready to deal with that. 

 It took us a little over a day to get to California. When we made it to Sam’s, Dean went into his apartment (or should I say, broke into his apartment) and I called Bobby to let him know we had made it. Dean was in there for what felt like forever. I eventually decided to get out of the Impala and stretch my legs. The fresh air helped to ease some of my nervous energy. I still didn’t really understand why I was so nervous. It’s Sam we’re talking about here. We grew up together. There’s no reason for me to be nervous, so why can’t I stop feeling this way? I’m pulled from my thoughts when I see Dean walking out of the apartment with Sam’s slightly taller frame following behind him. Apparently Dean hadn’t told Sam that I was with him because next thing I know Sam is running towards me and saying “Courtney! I didn’t know that you were here too!” I smile at him and say “Hi Sammy” and he pulls me in for a bone-crushing hug. I didn’t even care that it caused pain, it was Sam. I was just happy to be near him again. When he pulled away, he noticed that I winced and that I put my hand over my stomach and his face changed from one of happiness to one of concern. He put his hand on my shoulder and said “Courtney, are you okay? Did I do something?” I shrugged at him and said “Just the usual stuff. You didn’t do anything. I’m okay Sammy.” He pulled his hand away from my shoulder and rubbed the back of his head and said “You’re still dealing with all of that? I really thought it would’ve gotten better by now.” Dean spoke up from where he was standing behind Sam and said “Yeah, I think we all had been hoping it would get better.” I looked at the both of them and said “Yeah, Endo’s a bitch but it hasn’t killed me yet, so what do you say we get to work, yeah? I’d rather not focus on it.” They both nodded and we walked over to the trunk of the Impala, but I didn’t miss the look of concern that Sam had though. Dean wasted no time in filling Sam in on what had been happening with John. He had already filled me in on everything on the way here, so I went back to laying down in the backseat. I wasn’t trying to go to sleep. I just couldn’t stand up any longer. This is one of those times that I felt useless, but I was determined to help as much as I could. I could just faintly hear Sam talking to Dean, he was saying “Is she really okay? I’ve never seen her like this.” I wasn’t going to let them know that I could hear them just yet. I wanted to see what they were going to say. Dean started saying “I think she’s okay. She slept most of the way here which is definitely not like her. I think the Endo just wipes her out. I told her she didn’t have to come with me but she insisted and you know once Courtney has her mind set on something, you can’t talk her out of it. Even if she is in pain, she’d rather help than do nothing.” Hearing him say that made me smile. I had always been hard headed and they would never let me forget that. But it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. 

It didn’t take us too long to get to Jericho. We only had to stop once for gas (and to stock up on road snacks). I tried to sleep as much as I could because I had a feeling I was going to need all my strength for the day ahead. And I was right. The next few hours were rough, to say the least. As soon as we made it into Jericho, we came across an active crime scene and the boys decided to investigate it. I thought it would be suspicious if all three of us went, so I decided to stay put in the Impala. We found out there was a woman in white in Jericho, some chick named Constance Welch. That ghost bitch attacked us and tried to run us over after she took control of the Impala. Needless to say, Dean was pissed. He could care less that she tried to kill us, but she messed with his Baby. He was bound and determined to put her to rest now.

 It didn’t take much digging to find John’s hotel room and of course, he was nowhere to be found. But most of the answers we needed about Constance were there, all over the walls. You could definitely tell that a hunter had been there (or a crazy person). Everything moved really fast after we got to the hotel. Dean got arrested because of the fake police badges he and Sam had flashed earlier that day. Me and Sam were able to make it out and Sam made a fake 911 call so that Dean could make a break for it. While Dean was God knows where, me and Sam went to see if we could get anything from Constance’s husband, Joseph. Only thing we were able to find out was that it seemed as though they didn’t have the happiest of marriages, which fits the woman in white theory. We also found out from Joseph that she’s buried behind their old house, the same house where her children died. As soon as we got done talking to the husband, we started heading to their old house. We didn’t make it very far before she showed up in the Impala, right in the backseat, and it all went downhill from there. She proceeded to take over the Impala again and drive us straight to her house, all the while asking Sam to take her home. 

After we pulled into the dirt driveway she started muttering and saying “I can never go home.” It’s almost like she’s scared, but not of us. Sam looks over at me and we both realize what’s happening. I turn around and look at her and say “you’re scared to go home,” and next thing I know, I’m being thrown out of the Impala. I land on the dirt and the door to the Impala immediately shuts and locks. I get up and mutter a quiet “fuck” under my breath and I hear Sam start screaming. At this point I’m officially panicking. I had taken my pistol out of my waistband on the way here because it had been digging into my stomach and causing me even more pain than I was already in, so now I was left with no weapons. I’m just about to start banging on the windows when I see Dean running down the driveway and he yells at me to get down. He starts shooting through the window and she disappears. As soon as she no longer has control of the Impala, Sam starts it and drives it straight into the house. With no hesitation, me and Dean run into the house after them. Dean goes to pull Sam out of the car and I start looking around to see if I can see her anywhere. By the time I spot her, it’s too late. She flings a dresser at the three of us and pins us to the Impala with enough force to knock the wind out of me. Before I realize what’s happening, the ghosts of her children appear at the top of the staircase and then immediately at her side. They hug her and she starts screaming and then in a burst of flames, they’re all gone. The boys are now able to shove the dresser off the three of us and as soon as it’s off of me, I slide down the Impala onto the ground, clutching my stomach. Dean is the first to notice, Sam was too preoccupied with making sure she was actually gone. Dean puts his hand on my shoulder and says “Court, are you okay? What’s wrong? What hurts?” I turn to face him and say “I think I’m okay. Definitely gonna be bruised though. You better let me tell Bobby about this, he worries about me enough as it is.” I go to try to stand up and immediately buckle back over and decide to sit back down. Sam has walked back over to us by this point and he catches my arm as I buckle and he says “Woah, easy there. Just sit back down for a few more minutes.” I go to stand up again and say “No, I’m good. Just gotta take it slow. I’ve dealt with worse.” I slowly walk over to the dusty mirror that was hanging on the wall and lift up my shirt and see the black and blue bruises already forming. I winced as I put my shirt back down and walked back over to the boys. Dean was checking for any damage on his precious car and bitching at Sam. All I heard Dean say was “I’ll tell you another thing, if you screwed up my car, I’ll kill you.” I laughed and looked at Dean and said “Dude, you’re the one who just shot out the windows. At least Sam actually dealt with her.” Sam nudges my arm and holds his fist out for a fist bump, which I happily obliged. Dean throws his hands up and scoffs and says “Courtney, are you ever actually on my side?” I shrug and say “When you’re right.” This is what I’ve missed. The three of us joking around. Yeah, me and Dean joke around, but when the three of us are together, it’s 10 times better. The pain doesn’t matter anymore, not as long as I have my boys. 

@wdwmarveldisney​

[ophelia-jones]

Once they were fed, tempers began to cool a bit, and Sam was hopeful they would be able to make some progress. They sat quietly in the motel, scouring their resources with very little luck. As the evening grew dark, Sofie's fatigue caught up with her. She fell asleep stretched out on the bed with John's journal in her lap. Both of the Winchesters had gone through it so many times they had it memorized, but Sofie hoped a fresh pair of eyes might find something they had missed or forgotten.

"What do you think of all this, Sammy? You feel like she's telling us everything?" Dean asked, standing and stretching. Sammy sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Why do you think she's not?" Sam asked, fighting a yawn.

"I have a bad feeling like she's got herself into something too big for her to handle alone. She's just not willing to ask for help." Dean told him, walking over to sit next to him on the other bed. "Have you ever seen anything like this?" he showed Sam the tattoos he had noticed earlier. There were strings of Latin words, aramaic, and both Celtic and Nordic runes.

"Let me get a picture of those," He told Dean as he withdrew his phone and opened the camera. "Are there more?"

"Yeah, they're all over," Dean uncovered her shoulders and Sam photographed those as well.

"There are more on her back," Sam said as he took the pictures. He didn't like doing it, it felt like a terrible violation of her privacy. If she was keeping secrets, though, they needed to know what they were.

"There are more but I don't feel right taking pictures of her hips and butt without permission," Dean told Sam who agreed.

"This is a start into unraveling the mystery of Sofie Timmins," Sam told him, uploading the photos so he could blow them up and study them more closely.

Meanwhile, Sofie dreamt of her mother - which was odd, because she never met the woman. She dreamt of a father, too whose name she had never even known. It was a dream of a happy home full of love. Then it changed - everything changed. There was a fire, her mother was burning, and her father was panicked. She felt the fear, the sorrow, and the confusion of a child forced to face these things.

She was frozen - she didn't know what to do. Then her father put a bundle in her arms - a baby. Her brother. He knelt and looked into her eyes,

"Get Sammy out of here, protect your brother!" he said, and suddenly she could move again. She pushed aside the fear and the sorrow and she focused all of her energy on one thing. Save Sammy.

She woke in a cold sweat and sat up to see both of the brothers were sleeping now. Sam was on the bed next to hers, his laptop still open on his lap as if he had fallen asleep in the middle of typing. Dean was on the small sofa in the fetal position, bundled in a blanket. He never would have fit in this body, but he seemed cozy in hers.

Sofie sat on the edge of her bed and looked at Sam as he slept. She knew heart, mind, and soul that Sammy was the baby in her dream. Had she just dreamed Dean's dream? Had she somehow accessed his memories? If it was a memory, so many of her questions about Dean Winchester were answered. How was a small child meant to deal with that?

Her childhood had been difficult in many ways, but what she'd just felt was not just horrible, it was the sort of thing that has shaped a person's entire life. He was just a baby himself, and everything had been decided for him. He never had a choice about being a hunter, or a chance to be anything else.

She had thought she was the only one who had suffered that fate.

She went into the bathroom and gazed into the mirror, studying Dean's perfectly shaped face. His jawline was strong, his smile was full and his lips perfect. His nose and eyes were perfectly proportioned and symmetrical, and the sea-green eyes under lovely blonde lashes were enough to inspire epic poetry.

She had wanted to dislike him immediately when they met, he was too handsome. She couldn't trust someone who could make it through life based on his appearance. Of course, she had learned long ago that he was more than a handsome face and beautiful body. He was one hell of a hunter, a stubborn son of a bitch, and a genuinely good man. She had built her walls high around him, better not to risk the sort of heartbreak Dean Winchester could cause. Given who she was and her history, she couldn't take the risk to her heart or Dean's safety.

She shaved very carefully and was contemplating a shower when Dean appeared in the doorway.

"Everything ok?" he asked behind a yawn. It was still disconcerting to look at her body and be spoken to with her own voice.

"Yeah, just cleaning your meat suit up a bit," she replied. "I know I said no showers but you are starting to smell pretty ripe."

"You aren't exactly a rose garden yourself," Dean replied, lifting his arm and aiming the armpit toward Sofie's nose. She swatted him away but couldn't help laughing as she did.

"I know what I smell like already," she told him, pushing him away lightly. It was good to laugh. Truth be told, she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt playful. Probably the last time she'd worked with Sam and Dean. Maybe it was just their sibling energy, but it made her feel like a kid again. Or the kid she had never really been able to be, maybe.

"I thought women always smelled like roses," Dean teased.

"Well you are in for some harsh surprises, my friend. We sweat, we fart… just wait until you get your period!" she said, wanting to push just past his comfort zone.

"Am I going to get your period? Sammy! Wake up, we gotta get a move on. I'll go get the coffee!"

"Dean, Dean don't…" Sofie couldn't help but break down in laughter, grabbing Dean by the shoulder. "Don't wake Sam, I'm on a kind of birth control you don't usually have a period on, you'll be fine."

"You know what? You're just mean!" Dean accused, but despite his fluster and his feigned anger, he wasn't truly mad. Sofie laughed at him.

"I do need a shower," she sighed.

"Just do it, Sofie. Let's face it, we have no secrets anymore." Dean told her. "Would you like some help?" he asked suggestively.

"You know what? Let's try not to make this any weirder than it already is," Sofie replied, nudging Dean out the door.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Sam asked, his voice muffled by the pillow he was face down on.

"Nevermind, Sammy. Get some rest. I'm going to go get some coffee and donuts," Dean replied lightly.

Sofie stripped down to nothing - no point in being shy anymore, she'd held it to pee several times now. It's not like she's doing it to be a pervert, anyway. Just basic health and hygiene. As she climbed into the tub, she caught a glimpse in the mirror.

She had barely had time to think about anything but the problem all day, let alone time to look at him. She didn't mean to look so closely now, but it was hard not to. He was an exceptionally handsome man, though he knew that perfectly well. She ran a hand over his chest, down his side, she admired a perfectly shaped ass in the mirror. It was almost cruel that such a beautiful man even existed.

She finally broke herself out of her reverie and stepped into the shower, where she leaned her head back and let the warm water slide over Dean's body. It was only a moment before she felt something… new. She knew in her most logical mind what was happening but she refused to acknowledge it. Until, of course, it would not be ignored. She looked down at what she could only describe as cruel and unusual punishment. Dean's little soldier had decided to salute.

*Come on!* she whispered, *this is too much!*

And a little voice in her head (which sounded eerily similar to Dean's) said, 'That's what she said'.

*You're even an asshole in my imagination!* she told the voice. She looked down at it again, it had not gone away. Of course, she could already feel that. Was this what it was like for them? It was a sort of vulnerability she had never known.

*Fuck, every time I look at it, it gets fucking harder! I'm turning myself on by looking at him, and his body reacts to my feelings.* she turned the water down to cold in the hopes it would help. She shampooed and washed all the important bits, but it had not yielded.

It was a beautiful fucking cock, god damnit. On a beautiful fucking body. On a beautiful fucking man. How was she supposed to deal with this?

She closed her eyes and wrapped a hand around his impressive cock. She tried to imagine it was her hand and Dean's cock, and Dean was actually still in his body. It made it easier somehow, just a little less weird as she touched and tested to feel what he would, looking to find the right way. As she moved her hand, she imagined sneaking into the shower to surprise him, sliding her hand down and bringing him all… the…. Way! Oh sweet mother of mercy that was enlightening. It was similar to what her body did and yet completely different as well.

Her breathing began to slow and her thinking became more clear. *shit* she thought. She couldn't decide if she wished Dean were really here or if she was glad he wasn't. She was finally able to concentrate again, and so hopped out of the shower to towel dry and dress.

Dean took Baby to a nearby mom and pop bakery, a cute little place decorated to look like a rugged frontier cabin. He bought a baker's dozen donuts and three extra large coffees. As she turned around after paying, however, he came face to face with the man behind him.

"Tommy Lee," Dean said in shock.

"Very funny, Sofie," the man snapped, grabbing Dean by the wrist and making him drop the coffee.

"Let go of me, ass hat!" Dean told the man, who would normally be four inches shorter than him. He did not appreciate how easily he was being overpowered. The man turned to Dean and drew him up so they were nose to nose.

"It's time you accepted it, Sofie! Fate may be delayed but it will not be denied."

"That is the douchiest thing I have ever heard!" Dean told the man, dropping the donut box and applying all the finer points of hand to hand combat to compensate for his size and weight. He was winning, too, until the man gestured his hand and muttered something in Latin and everyone in the restaurant fell down as if knocked down by some wave of power.

It took Dean seconds to realize the man was a witch, and a powerful one. So why had he remained unaffected by his magic? He was still standing, still free to move. He didn't have which killing bullets on him, he needed iron. He spotted what he needed on the wall, an old cast iron pan. He grabbed it by the handle and pulled it free, swinging for the man's head. He made contact with a loud crack, and the man stumbled and dropped to his knees. Dean made a run for it, he needed to get to the others and fill them in and be sure they were safe.

He had a hold of the door handle when he was pulled backwards once again by the man who spun him and looked down into his eyes.

"You're not My Sofie," he said menacingly. "Who are you?"

"I'm Batman," Dean retorted, head butting the witch, Sofie's forehead in just the right position to break the bastard's nose. Before the witch could pull himself together, Dean was in the impala and on the phone to Sammy.

"Hello?" Sam asked, still sleepy.

"Sammy we have a problem, we need to put some distance between us and this place, and we need to don't right now! Start packing, I'm on my way," Dean told his brother, keeping watch out the rear view mirror to see if he was being followed.

[huntingforsatisfaction]

Pink Promise

Pairing: Dean Winchester X younger sibling reader(not in an incest way)

Summary: Dean is there to help his younger sibling after they have a nightmare 

Words: 2211

Warnings: fairly angsty, but still very very fluffy, a detailed nightmare, mentions of John Winchester’s parenting style, bad writing?, like one cuss word, a tiny tiny bit of gore

Note about characters: in the present scenes the reader is 16 and in the flashbacks they’re 6 and the reader and Dean have like a 13/14 year age gap so he’s like 19/20 in the flashbacks, there isn’t any gendered terms for the reader so it’s neutral(unless you count hair being braided as a gendered term, but boys can have braided hair cause gender isn’t real), and finally this takes place in season 5

Dean woke up, not for any purpose, just one of those weird moments where you randomly wake up in the middle of the night. He shook his head and began fluffing his pillow, stopping when he heard soft crying.

“(Y/N)?” He softly called out.

You were laying with your back facing out and your face squished into the musty cushions of the small motel room couch, a failed attempt at muffling your cries.

“Y-Yeah Dean? Something wrong?” You tried to play it off.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing. Were you crying?”

When you guys first got your room Dean cursed the streetlight right outside the window, but now he watched how it illuminated you as you dropped your head down.

“Nightmare?”

You looked up and made eye contact before slowly nodding a yes.

“Think you’re gonna be able to go back to sleep?”

You dropped your gaze again as your face screwed up and you could feel new tears form on your lash line.

“No.” You softly croaked out, barely audible over Sam’s snores.

                                                   ~Flashback~

You couldn’t breathe, too focused on staying quiet to risk opening your mouth. Once the sting in your eyes and the back of your throat calmed down you went back to sleep.

“Sammy?”

You screamed out running through an old grey house.

“No no no please no!” You heard him scream somewhere you couldn’t find.

“Sammy!” You huffed before taking off running down the hall you came from.

As you ran around the house you felt small and helpless, like when you got separated from your brothers in the corn maze at the pumpkin patch in Iowa, the one Dean took you to without your dad knowing.

“Dean?” You desperately called for your brother as your feet pounded against the floor. 

Completely unaware of your surroundings you ran, the only thing on your mind was finding your brother. Not paying attention to your surroundings you tripped, your heart raced knowing how your dad always got on you for that. You got up and looked down to see what sent you flying to the cracked floorboards.

“Dean!” You screamed

You woke up again, heart pounding in your head and toes. You stopped gasping for air when you felt your dad roll over next to you, holding it in again to stay quiet. Collecting your moose and your blanket, the one you got in Oregon when you were 3 and have refused to sleep without ever since, you slipped off of the bed as silently as possible. Your dad and Dean were fumigating a house in a fancy neighborhood so the only hotel available was a little nicer than your usual moldy motels. The vinyl floorboards stayed quiet as you snuck over to the door that joined your brothers’ room to you and your dad’s. You glanced at your brothers sleeping in their beds before moving their jackets off of the chair that sat in the corner. Dropping your blanket on the floor you traded it for the two flannels that were under their jackets and curled up into the chair. Once you were comfortable you finally let the tears flow, crying softly at first and burying your face into Mort the moose as your chest heaved more and more with the weight of your cries. 

 “(Y/N)?” You heard Dean call out in confusion as he shut the drawer of his nightstand. 

 “S-sorry for waking you up.” You tossed off the flannels and picked up your blanket, heading back to your proper room.

 “No, no, hey, hey, come here.” Dean moved over in his bed and opened his arms, lightly flicking his wrist to call you over to him. 

You gingerly padded over to his bed and with a little effort jumped up.

 “I’m gonna guess it wasn’t growing pains that woke you up.” Dean chuckled. 

 “Ok, I’m sorry, bad timing. Now come on peanut, stop giving me that face and come in closer.” He said shifting so he could comfortably open up his arms for you. 

You still continued to pout, but scooted into his embrace until your body felt lighter. 

“Sorry.” You quietly mumbled, it came out kind of funny because of how your cheek was squished against your brother’s chest. 

Dean pulled back and nudged your chin up, signaling you to make eye contact  with him before resting his hand on your shoulder. His comforting softness melted away as he turned dead serious. 

“Listen to me, do not ever and I mean ever apologize to someone because you’re upset. Ok?” He searched your eyes waiting for an answer, which you gave him with a nod. 

“Now tell me why someone broke into my room and stole my favorite flannel.” And just like that Dean pulled you back into him and your softy of a brother was back.

“Dad yells at me when I don’t sleep and when I cry and when I ask him questions, so I came in here to cry” Even your big brother’s arms couldn’t shield you from the sadness that entered your body.

“Well I’m not dad, neither is Mort the moose, and neither is Sammy.” Dean started.

“Sammy snores now, he’s old.” You shot Sam a dirty look even though he was dead asleep.

“Yeah Sammy is old now, he drools too.” Dean joined you in giving his younger brother the stink eye. “Now tell me, what has my peanut so upset?”

“Nightmare.” 

“Nightmare? Do you wanna talk about it?” Dean began playing with your hair as he awaited your response.

Staring up at your older brother’s face you thought about it. 

“No.” You wanted to say what happened, to get it out of your mind, but you didn’t want to tell him about how you saw his still body covered in blood with his stomach in shreds. 

“No? That’s okay.” 

You guys sat quietly listening to the traffic outside and Sam’s snores. After a while Dean assumed you had fallen asleep, but just as he shut his own eyes your little voice stirred him.

“D?”

“Mm, yeah (Y/N)?’

“Are monsters real?”

                                                       ~Present~

Dean watched you hang your head again before scooting to the side and opening up his covers.

“Wanna talk about it kid?”

Even in your sad and scared state a genuine smile broke out across your face, it was small, but still genuine. Without responding to your brother you kicked off the soft blanket that you had fought Sam for and walked over to Dean’s bed. Since motel beds are always oddly tall you had to do a little jump to get onto it, shooting a quick glare at Dean for being clearly amused at your struggle. Tentatively Dean opened up his arms to you and you awkwardly shuffled in until your head hit his shoulder and you instantly melted. The both of you sat there without a word, wondering what the other was thinking, unaware that you were both thinking the same thing. You thought about how long it had been since you two laid like this, both of you becoming aware of how long it had really been since you showed each other affection and comfort, and how after all of these years you two felt so natural. Neither of you took into account how the other’s muscles softened, how the past few years of Azazel, the door to Hell, your dad’s death, Sam’s death, Dean’s death, demons, vampires, and vengeful spirits all released from your guys’ bodies. For the first time in months neither of you cared about Lucifer or Michael or any other dick with wings. 

“Hey Dean.” You finally broke the near silence.

“Yeah?” Your ear being pressed to Dean’s chest made his voice sound deeper and you could feel his jaw move against the top of your head. 

“Do you remember when I was super young and we were staying at that nice hotel in Seattle and I had that really bad nightmare?” You slipped the comforter under your brother’s arm so you could fidget with it.

“Yeah I do actually, but how the hell do you remember it? You were like what, six? So that means it was ten whole years ago.” 

“I don’t think I would remember it if it wasn’t the start of the recurring nightmare I always have.” The first part was a lie. That night had been the first time you ever truly felt like you had a family, the first time you had felt comfort in your life. You could never forget that. 

“Oh.” Dean began to play with your hair, taking three small pieces and trying to see if he could still remember how to braid, something he learned because you hated how John would always cut your hair. 

“This dream,” you started, “it’s bad. It’s always the same house, this weird grey one with cracked floors and for some reason the walls are cement. It’s weird. But in the dream I can never find my way, it’s like a labyrinth and every time I get more and more lost the hallways get darker and darker. It always starts with me screaming for Sammy and he doesn’t respond, but I can hear him. I can hear him.”, Your voice begins to break, “I can hear him screaming no over and over again, like he’s getting attacked and then when I call out for him again he’s silent. So I’ll start running to find him, I guess I’ve always had a hunter's instinct. Then when I’m running around I trip and every time I trip I always get this feeling of fear about dad yelling at me for always being clumsy. But then when I. '' You stop, dropping your head and gaze so far down that all you can see is your own chest. Dean drops the chunk of hair he was twisting in his fingers and looks down at you.

“It’s okay.” He whispers, lightly squeezing your arm to ground you, something he always does when you’re upset. 

His encouragement only made things worse as tears began to fall again. Closing your eyes you take a quick deep breath.

“When I look down to see what I tripped over it’s you. You’re dead. Bloody with your stomach all ripped up, I never see the monster, but it must be something with claws. Then it just ends there. Tonight was kind of different though. Our ages are always different in the dream. Sammy’s voice always sounds like it did when he was 16 so I don’t think he changes, but sometimes I’m a kid and you’re a teenager like when I first had it or we’re both teenagers or we’re the ages we are now or sometimes I’m a kid and you’re an adult. But tonight, tonight I was 16 like I am now and you were a little kid.”

                                                      ~Flashback~

Dean didn’t know what to do, he felt like the deer that stopped in the headlights and actually got hit. He’d been through this before with Sam, but he had been older and wasn’t already upset when they had the conversation. He had felt guilty every time he lied to Sam about monsters and didn’t want to give you that same false hope, but he resented his dad for teaching him about monsters when he was this young. 

“I’m not sure of anything, (Y/N).” It technically wasn’t a lie, while Dean was sure that monsters existed he wasn’t sure of what to tell you.

“Well actually no, I am sure of one thing. Nothing and I mean nothing, no man, no woman, no animal, and sure as hell no monsters will ever hurt you because you are strong and I will kick their butt if they even try.” Dean meant that fully, he’s meant that since the day his dad sat him and Sam down to tell them they have a little sibling.

“Pink promise?” You said looking up at Dean.

“Pink promise?” He pulled back and questioned you.

“A pink promise.” You huffed, freeing your arm out from under Dean’s and extending your pinky finger.

“Oohh, a pinky promise.” Dean held up his arm and extended his own pinky.

“No, it’s pink promise.” You pulled your hand back.

“Ok, I pink promise that nothing will ever hurt you.” And to that you guys joined pinkies.

                                                     ~Present~

You begin to quietly sob into your brother’s chest. Dean put his hand at the nape of your neck and put his cheek on the top of your head and let you cry it out, as you calmed down he pulled back and kissed your forehead.

“Hey look, peanut. Sammy and I are not going anywhere, we will always be with you, ok. A lot is going on right now and it will all be okay, we’ve gotten out of so many situations that we shouldn’t have and this one will be no different. I pink promise.” Dean raised up his arm and extended his pinky.

“Oh fuck off.” You lightly hit his hand. 

Unfazed Dean kept his hand up and smugly smiled down at you. You sigh and extend your own pinky. As your fingers wrapped around each other your annoyed façade broke, your smile was joined by a few tears.

“Pink promise.”

A/N: So hey, your local forest wench here. This is definitely different from other stuff I post. I’ve never written a fanfiction before(so basically sorry if it’s not too good and please be patient with me), but I do read a lot of of it and maladaptive daydream a lot so I always have plenty of ideas. I came up with this idea this morning and really liked it, thought that maybe other people would like it and that it would be kind of greedy to keep it to myself. I’m actually really insanely proud of this ngl. If people like this and I feel comfortable, I might even write some more in the future.

[bugsy-maria]

Winchester's x Demon Sister! Reader

Warnings: Mention of burning alive, mention of torture and abusive past

"You know I find it hard to believe that you don't recognize your own Daughter," I played with the blade of John's hunting knife, "Were you that much of an absent father?" I looked up at the three hunters I hold hostage. my black eyes staring at them, a deadpanned look across my may face.

"I don't have a daughter!" he lost his cool fast. he yelled at me and I barely said anything.

"Of course you do," I bent down to his eye level, "You just forgot about her in the fire."

~~~~~22 years before~~~~~

3rd POV

Marry had just tucked in her two latest pride and joys. today was their six-month birthdays and something about that felt familiar to Marry as she forgot about it. as she walked out of the room after kissing the twins goodnight, she dismissed the feeling.

Mary passes John as she leaves the nursery, he's on his way to put Dean to bed. Once all children were put to bed, the adults of the house decided that it was their turn to turn in fr the night.

About an hour or two later, Mary stirs in her sleep. the noise from the baby monitor keeping her from sleeping. he sat up ready to make her way to the nursery to see little Sammy and precious (Y/N). she walked through the hall and sees a dim light coming from the TV downstairs.

Mary looks into the room in which the baby duo occupied, just to see the silhouette of her husband standing over the crib both babies slept in. they hadn't expected twins so they had only used the one that Dean used.

"John?" Mary spoke up, "Are they hungry?" she queried.

"Shh." her Husband shushed, she took it as a sign that he had just managed to put the two tots to bed. Mary made her way downstairs to turn off the TV, once she made her way to the bottom of the wooded steps she saw the last thing she expected to see.

On the couch was her husband sleeping, but in the room was John putting the babies to sleep. Marry quickly darted up the stairs turning on the lights to her own death. John awoke to the sounds of his wife screaming.

John saw the sight of the fire in the nursery, he also saw Dean standing in the hall scared.

"Get your siblings!" he shouted at the poor child. as he ran down the stairs to call for help.

~~~~~Present day~~~~~

(Y/N)'s POV

"(Y/N)?" his voice shook.

"Ding! Ding! ding!" I stood straight, "We have a winner!" I pointed at him.

"Get out of her, you black-eyed bitch!" I heard Dean speak up from the end of the line.

"Oh Dee," I chuckled, "I am your sister, I'm just upgraded." I smiled, looking back down at the knife I'm now twisting in my palm.

"You're not my sister, you're just a girl I met at school." his voice turned down yet sterned.

~~~~~9 years before~~~~~

Another day, another motel, another school. I never knew why we moved around a lot. all I knew was that it was for dad's work. I woke up to a single-bed hotel room once again. why only one bed you may ask? well, my dad is a crossroads demon for Hell so he's never around, but when he is I get new marks on my skin.

I got ready for school, I put on a black sweater with a white-collar shirt underneath. I slid my legs into a pair of ripped black jeans and tied my dirt-stained white converse. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked to the school.

the day went by miserably slow. I was walking to the lunchroom, books safely tucked into my locker. I wasn't going to eat anything, I just had to be there. I felt someone's shoulder knock into mine.

"Sorry." I squeaked out, my frame folding into itself. I looked at the person I ran into. he looked to be a senior, 6' 7" and built like a chad.

"You think you can just push me around?" his voice boomed throughout the hall, making everyone stop.

"n-no," I stuttered. I felt my shoulder get grabbed and my back gets pushed up against the locker.

"I'm gonna make you pay for even laying eyes on me short stack!" he reeled his fist back, I closed my eyes waiting for the impact.

"You wanna think about that again?" a stern voice spoke up. I opened my eyes to see a familiar face, he had light freckles on his skin, dark brown hair, and an old leather jacket. he was always at every school I went to, and always managed to get the reputation of the bad boy everyone was scared of.

the giant quickly scurried off, leaving Dean and me in the same spot.

"You okay?" he looked at me.

"mm." I hummed, "Thanks, Dean." I quietly thanked about to make my way to the lunchroom.

"You know me?" he stopped me.

"Of course, you're always at every school I go to." I looked back at him, "Almost like you follow me." I smiled. most are scared of him, but when you see him almost every day for 13 years you tend to not be as scared.

~~~~~Present day~~~~~

Ever since that day he protected me from bullies and on occasion tended to my wounds caused by my father.

"That happens to also be your sister." I smiled at him. "I swear we crossed paths so many times. I was left to burn in a fire, saved by a demon instead of my own father, always in the same motel just one room over, in the same class as Sam, always saved by Dean, always kicked out by John, and always left behind for the wolves." I walked around them.

"The demon did this to you," Sam concluded.

"You'd think that wouldn't you?" I kneeled in front of him, my knife gliding across his jaw. "Sam it always was you, you were the one to push me over the edge."

~~~~~5 Years Before~~~~~

"You might have had Dean fooled but I'm not!" sam yelled at me. I was hoping Dee would be at their room so he could help me sew up a deep gash I got on my arm. a wound that was being held closed by an old tee-shirt. "I know you are one of those things that killed our mother!"

"Sammy what are you talking about?" tears of pain dried upon my face, but new tears forming on my face. how could Same think I'm a monster?

"Don't call me that!" he pushed me back a little from my shoulders. the harsh movement caused a sting in my wound, but I won't let any pain show now. "I hate you I always have! You're nothing but a monster!" he grabbed my uninjured arm and shoved me out of the room. I stood outside as he slammed the door in my face.

something changed in me that day. something big broke. I hated what I was, so I changed in that split second. my eyes turned black that night.

~~~~~Present day~~~~~

"You know you don't have to watch me." I stood up and looked in the direction of Crowley, the demon who found me burning. "I've been planing this since I was 17." I smiled, watching him disappear. I looked around the room, making sure that he was absolutely gone.

"Thank Lucifer he's gone!" I smiled, I quickly walked over to Dean undoing his restraints.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"I may be a demon now, but I still care about you Dee," I said standing up hugging him after dropping the knife.

"I know." he hugged back.

"Dean are you crazy? She's a demon?!" I heard John yell.

"And you left your child to burn alive so it's not like you're all that good either." I went over to sam to undo his restraints too.

"How do we know we can trust you?"

"Well you never did before, so don't know." I smiled, crawling over to John's chair.

"Sam, get the Colt." I heard Sam listen to John.

"Wrong direction Sammy boy." I pulled the gun out of my pants while I stood up.

"So you planned to get the gun from us?" john stood up, facing me.

"no, I'll give it back once you guys are out of  here." I looked him in the eyes.

"She wouldn't hurt us, dad." I heard Dean speak from his spot near Sam.

"And how can we trust her?" venom leaked from the old man's words.

"Fine." I sighed, "Let's make a deal." I smiled at them.

"For what our souls, you might as well kill us now then." sam sounded angry

"No of course not. I'm a demon there for I have to keep the deals I make, I let you escape if you shoot me, not dead but in the shoulder."

"Why?"

"I don't want to hurt you guys, so I need to make it seem like you escaped on your own without my help."

"And you thought I wouldn't notice?" I heard crowly say from behind me.

"I'm not going to hurt them." I looked at him.

"No you were always too sensitive, it's the human in you." I threw the colt at Dee.

"And it what has kept me alive." I smile at him.

"It's what's going to kill you,"

"But you haven't killed me, I think that's your human side." he stepped in front of me.

"You better choose your next words very wisely," he advised

"If you wanted to kill you would have by know, face it. you care for me a little bit." he snapped his fingers and I was back in hell. in my room, well more like a holding cell.

"Argue with Crowley again?" a demon asked me from outside from my cell.

"Mmhmm." I slumped on the floor in the corner of the small cement room. just hoping that my brothers would come and save me this time.

[thekillingjoke-haha]

YOU ARE WERE MINE

Summary: Sacrifices are often made for the ones we love....even if it might hurt.

Parings: Sam Winchester x Male!Reader, Hinted at Male!reader x John Winchester, and Sam Winchester x Unmentioned girls

Warning?: Bi Sam ,Dean still flirting with reader, No jess death for M/n, Reader is a hunter...and never told Sam, Yellow-eyes, mention(hint at) smut

Sam looked up at M/n with a smile he wore a sexy fireman outfit for the bar outing the yellow shirt looked like it was going to rip if the surprisingly taller male flexed a little too much the red suspenders held up loss fitting brown pants and a axe that leaned on the door frame. "Come on Babe dress up a little." He said tightening the suspenders straps.

"You know I don't like Halloween." Sam sighed as his boyfriend came up to him kissing his cheek with a mischievous smirk. "Too bad guess I can't give you your treat." The h/c man growled nipping his ear as he walked out of their shared bedroom. With a fake pout he chased after him. "If I put on a Halloween shirt will it pass?" He said hopefully putting his arms over M/n shoulder causing him to put his hands on his hips. "Hmmm....If I get to pick the shirt." Sam chuckled and nodded. He'll soon regret that.

Luis was loosing his shit laughing at the shit while M/n smiled proudly at what his boyfriend was wearing it was a plain dark gray t-shirt with the words 'Just the tip. I Promise.' And a knife. "This has to be your best work, N/n." Stephan, M/n best friend, said dressed as a cop high fives the awaiting hand.

M/n gave Sammy a small grin and winked causing him to blush slightly. It was time to celebrate with friends Sam's accomplishment he can wait later to celebrate with Sam his own way.

(Time skip past smexy times~might do it later)

M/n woke up in a empty bed to the sound of a fight he quickly got up in only his boxers to see what was wrong. He knew it was human since he had symbols all under wall paper and floor boards. Turning on the lights he sees Sam and a shorter man next to him "Sammy?" He said causing both of them to look over maybe he should have put on pants eyes raked down his form. "Woah. Hi I'm Dean Rapunzel's older brother. You must be his roommate..." The green eyed man bit his lip looking down south of the s/c man before him. "...I just love Scooby-Doo.~" Dean said keeping his gaze on the mystery machine briefs M/n was wearing. Sam quickly got between both of them pushing his brother back. "Dean this N/n my boyfriend" A confused look crossed his face. "Where's Jess you girlfriend?" He asked. "She was my roommate graduated a year ago and M/n moved in."

Dean looked back at M/n the flirtatious smirk back on his face. "You're way out of my brothers league." Sam put a around his boyfriends waist pulling him close. "Why are you here Dean?" There was a pause of silence. "Dad hasn't been home in a few days." The blonde said before it was shot down. "Let me rephrase. Dad's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days." With that Sam tensed up and looked over to M/n. "I'll be right back." His tone rushed as he peeked him in the cheek and left their shared apartment brother in tow.

Once the sound of their foot steps were heard going down the stairs M/n sighed his hand running through his bed head. "Fucking Winchester’s." He mumbled before going back up stairs going to his old room. M/n went to the closet moving boxes out of the way till he got to the duffel bag he was looking for. A burner phone weighed heavy in his hand as he wandered back to bed. "If he goes I go." He mumbled to himself looking at the mirror on the nightstand. M/n has been off and on with hunting ever since he started dating Sam and he knew who he was the moment his last name left his lips, but he only put on a smile and gave him his first and middle name since L/n were famous in the community.

Sam came back to the apartment and started to pack a bag. "Sam what's going on?" M/n said innocently as he watched more of his boyfriends clothes fill the bag. "Just going to help look for Dad. Probably just went out with a old friend and didn't bother to pick up." Sam zipped up the bag as he threw it over his shoulder. "You know what's Monday right?! You can't just not show up it's your dream on the line, Babe!" M/n stepped forward slowing down the rushed pace. "I know...you're right and I'll be back on Monday." We walked out of the building. "Promise to call me when you get there." The h/c man said hugging the long haired brunette close. "I promise." With a final kiss goodbye M/n waved him off before going inside. Time to jump back into the L/n family business. Pulling out the burner it rung as the first number was dialed. "I don't give a damn of you are the IRS or girl scouts selling fucking cookies it's one am you idjit!" The familiar voice rung out. "Good talking to you to Uncle Bobby." M/n chuckled and the older man's breath caught in his throat. "Well I'll be damned do my ears deceive me or is that little F/n all grown up?"

"Glad you didn't trash this number."

"What are you calling for boy its still 1am?" Bobby asked.

" I need to pick up my truck. I'm going hunting."

~~~~Time Skip~~~~

Sam sat in the motel room trying to call M/n, but he didn't pick up. If only he knew that right at that moment he was beheading a vampire while laughing like a sadistic prick. After cleaning the blood off and burning the barn that held the nest M/n tried calling back when it picked up he heard Sam's distressed voice. "M/n now is not a good time. I'm so cold hold me" A voice spoke over Sam's. "Who the hell was that?!" I heard a loud hissing noise. "Sam!" That's when a shotgun went off, glass shattered, and the lime went dead. M/n stood up and paced un his room it would be late before he got home he'll have to hall ass to get there before Sam.

Going out to the truck he opened the bed lifting the metal cover and false bottom loading the weapons. He had no time to drop it back off. The road was silent till a voice interrupted it. "Hello, handsome. What's the rush?" Almost swerving into a ditch M/n looked over and saw a man with graying blonde hair. Reaching for a weapon the man's eyes flashed yellow gazing at him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." He snapped causing the h/c make to look straight and push hard into his seat. "You're the little Winchester’s boy toy. Well in two hours he'll be home and dead by the time you arrive." M/n's breath caught in his throat. "Liar. I'm not stupid every hunter has heard what happened to Mary it doesn't take a genius to see they weren't the only one's. You need him alive and well, so why are you hear?" He growled low in his throat as the demon chuckled. "Got me there. You see Sammy boy needs to get back in the life and you being, I don't know, alive is getting in the way." The pressure grew stronger on the restrained man's chest till he almost could feel his lungs squeeze. "But I'm a business man. You work for me you live and maybe see Sam again or die in a blaze and the last thing he sees is your burning corpse. Can't be a protective boyfriend if your dead."

"What will happen to me if I agree?" That's when a sick smile pulled on his lips. "You become a demon. No a demon doesn't possess you! You yourself become one you memories and personality intact. So deal?" He held his hand out to the s/c man as he sighed taking his eyes from the road. "Deal." The demons yellows eyes shined bright as he yanked the young man forward pressing their lips together sealing it. "You are mine." He growled possessively as M/n pulled out his phone and dialed Sam's number. It went to voice mail. "Hey Rapunzel. I want you to know...I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. You mean the world to me...so once you figure out how to open you voice mail this is waiting for you."

Sam woke up from his nightmare of his burning apartment building. It been almost three years since then and he never gotten over it. It took a year to get to his messages and what M/ n left behind gave him more questions then answers. He couldn't even get into the apartment before the flames erupted. Sam had doubts about M/n in the fire, but after the police report was released only one casualty of M/n Middle/n. Dean tried to tell my it would at some point get better, but the guilt still felt heavy in his chest. Nightmares of M/n in the fire not in pain, but seeming to absorb the flames made him question what really happened. The brothers had a lead on yellow eyes that their dad led them to. It all seemed to convenient that after the fight he knew to much about the demon that pledged his nightmares. The warehouse was falling apart it was in shambles as Dean parked baby next to it. "Are you sure this is the place?" Sam asked his brother. "Dad said this was it. Load up." Dean got out the car popping the trunk. This didn't feel right.

Tied up, beaten, and tortured. The Winchesters look up at their own fathers face with those horrid yellow eyes. "You boys never questioned a thing didn't even hesitate to come inside!" He chuckled darkly as the surrounding demons grinned. "This would have been the part where I laugh at you kill you dragging your sorry souls to hell to be my toys for the next millennium, but I have something better!" Signature Winchester grin lifted his lips as he called out seeming to no one. "Oh, honey bear! Come say hi." The sound of a strong gust of wind came from behind them as the clack of well made dress shoes hit the shifty floor boards. A man wearing black dress pants, shoes, and a open f/c(not black) silk button up. His back was to the brothers as John lifted his head up to kiss the man's cheek. Turning around white eyes looked at them, but that face was unmistakably M/n's a scar on his brow but it was him. Sam was chocked up M/n was in front of him looking well and oh God he's with enemy that took their dad's body as a meat suit.

"Do you like him, Sammy? Hells best torturer!" John said running his hands over M/n as the man kept his gaze locked on the tallest Winchester analyzing him as he seethed with anger at the demon touched his boyfriend. "Oh the things he's done would make Lucifer blush." Yellow-eyes trailed his hand down the scarred chest biting his lip making Sam struggle more. Snapping his fingers the other demons took Dean, but Sam was left there. "You're not useful to me dead Sammy boi." The demon circled him. "What's the best kind of torture, love?" M/n seemed to move for the first time getting right in front of Sam dropping to his knees being face to face with him. Cupping the beaten cheek of the hunter in his s/c hand his white clouded orbs turned the lively e/c giving a sympathetic look before it switched off. "Physiological." Sam didn't notice the room shifted into their old apartment tears pooled in those e/c eyes. "Where were Sammy?" A hiccup in between silent cries ended the sentence as a scene played out of M/n on the phone trying to talk to Sam before it cut off. "I needed you!" A scene of M/n chained to a wall seeing figures of his past hurt him till he gave in. "You were mine. And you threw it all away, threw me away like garbage!" The images went to Sam being with girls, but he could see familiar h/c hair in the background.

Tears rolled down Sam's face as white eyes filled his vision the eyes he loved fading away. What felt like hours happened in only a few seconds and within those seconds Sam was broken. He buried his face into the palm still cupping his cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!' Sam would do anything for his M/n back even if it meant killing the monster his father has become. A gentle kiss stopped the trail of tears. "You are mine."

~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Quote= I love you. Hold on to that, never let that go. -The Vampire Diaries

Tagged: @spnquotebingo

First male reader it was fun.

[impala1967dwinchester]

Hello I just wanted to say ur amazing writer and I was wondering if I can request Winchester brother x sister reader where the reader is the youngest Winchester maybe around 16- 17 you can choose the fits but I was hoping u can do like where the reader is depressed and has ED (eating disorder ) and doesn’t tell the brothers and one day it gets worse and passed out the brothers are worried trying to help her out but it hard for her I hope this ok if not I can do different request it just I found comfort in angst topics with struggles I go through you know sorry if this doesn’t makes sense

It started years ago. To be exact it started when your father lost it, going mental on your oldest brother Dean. The three of you were thick as thieves and it physically hurt to see the complete and utter destruction your father left behind for Dean to clean up.

Living your life on the road was okay, you had two great older brothers that kept you up. Kept you in good spirits but it's hard when your whole world around you is crashing. You know it, your family knows but no one else.

How Dean and Sam ever dealt with the massive weight on their shoulders. It blew your mind. You. You weren't worth anything, especially not your mother burning on the ceiling. Your father resented you. You didn't need him to say it, because you could tell. Dean was his soldier, Sam was the disappointment, but the smartest out of the three of you. But you, you were the reason all four of you were in this mess. The reason why John was searching for that revenge every day.

Covering it up with the idea of saving people, but you were smart, so very smart. Sam had complimented you many times on your quickness, and sharpness when it came to the lore, but regarding your father, it was never the approval you were looking for.

Lots of things happened, to get you to the age of seventeen and drowning in the pit of your stomach all because you all no desire to be here anymore. You weren't helping your older brothers you were just in the way.

In the way of progress, a major setback to them. For them to prove to John that they would be like him, do like him. They'd have to leave you behind. It was for the best.

It started off as a way to conserve the little food the four of you had. At the ripe age of seven you learned quickly that offering your food to Sam was a better idea, or skipping off to lay in a shitty motel bed was better than eating. Yes your stomach would growl and the acid would burn, but anything to keep the weight of your brother off your shoulders.

As you grew up you learned that if you stayed at school as long as you could it was the best. Dean had just learned how to drive driving was his passion, reading was Sam. And yours... yours was to stay away, out of the way.

By the age of fifteen, you had your patterned packed down and tight. You leave with Sam since he drove you to school, and since he was a senior. You felt a wave of dizziness almost every morning. The night's dinner is still wrapped in its paper bag. Claiming to take it for lunch. Dean never argued with you. Kiss your forehead and hitting the pillow quicker than he hit on the girls that passed by the motel's door.

Your father was already starting to become absent. The shadow of what a perfect family no one ever talked about. You thrived in the school building though. Sam kissed your forehead his height greatly giving him the advantage before saying his goodbyes to you and running to meet with his senior friends.

You walked alone in the hallways. The bullying started almost immediately the second you stepped into the building. Near of my brothers were aware of the shit I went through on a daily basis. Years later they still weren't.

You had settled on never telling them about my dislike for eating, you hoped and prayed most night that they'd never find out. It was better without their acknowledgment of your weakness. Who knows they might be the same way everyone was at school.

The last year had been hard for you and your brothers, your father making less, and less of an effort with all three of you. Your relationship was already straining to stay alive, the burning and hurt in the bit of your stomach was something that was constant now, and from what you could tell it wasn't going to get any better.

Your brothers are now in their early 20's still taking care of their baby sister. Nights you guys sat down for dinner were odd, without John there. The quiet days where a now older Sam would drive you to school, along by yourself all day long. The teasing being relentless.

The whole idea, you were constantly dizzy, constantly on the verge of falling asleep no matter if you were in class, or at the crappy motel room with your brothers.

Tonight though, tonight your world fell apart as you walked in through the door, your final year of schooling was just starting your summer of staying inside and reading was over. The hot day of September had gotten to you more than you were willing to say. As you walked in through the motel door, the cool air hitting you in your face, and the hot air of the evening summer day kicking you in your ass.

It was too much, down you and your light bookbag went. Dean had been on one of the motels' beds when he heard you fall, Sam behind hadn't been able to catch you even with his long arms.

You don' remember much. You do remember hearing the sounds of your brothers frantically rushing around the room, one dropping his gun, and the other rushing over to your side.

"Dean what the hell just happened?" Sam asked in a frantically worried voice. "I don't know all I heard was the engine of Baby, and then her fall to the floor," Dean said rushing to your thin frame. Neither had noticed until now when they finally had time to pay attention to their baby sister that she was rather thinner than a normal seventeen-year-old.

Paler then normal, "Sam do you notice it?" Dean asked as Sam pulled the lightweight bookbag from your small shoulders. A small hum came from Sams's lips, maybe it was too much to say it. The words making truth when they leave his lips.

Sam picked you up feeling just how boney you were. "How did we let her get this bad Dean?" He questioned, Dean kept his head down grabbing her bag and following behind Sam to the bed's side.

When you woke up your two brothers were talking quietly in the tiny kitchen. Sam saw you try to get up their conversation stopped at a halt, and they both came over to help you.

Quiet overcame the room. Dean was the first to speak. "How are you feeling, Y/n?" He asked, you shrugged your shoulders, the ache in your body was strong, but not enough to make that your brother's problems.

"Y/n please be honest with us... Is this the first time something like this has happened?" Your brother Sam asked. Swallowing hard, before talking you answered Dean's question. "I feel fine guys really nothing to worry about." Answering Sams was going to be harder, you don't really remember the last time something like this happened, maybe last week in school, maybe a few years ago. "I don't remember Sam." That was all you said. Sad expression littered their coarse and worn faces.

"Y/n, how long have been like this?" Dean asked, furrowed brows as he asked the question. "Like what?" You replied. "Like how you don't eat at dinner and think we don't notice, how long Y/n? Just answer please." Dean said.

You tried opening your mouth, but the pressure of being truthful with your brothers was overbearing. Trying again and still, nothing slipped out. Sam ur interrupted your train of thought. "Since dad started on with his hunt for yellow eyes?" Simple questions always have a simple answer.

"If you want an honest answer I'd say seven or eight." You said, pushing yourself up from laying in the bed to sitting up against the headboard. The gasps for air were real between your two brothers. One hand came to rest on top of yours while the other paced around the motel room.

Your guess as to which was mad, and empathic wasn't hard for you. Dean pacing around the room meant he was angry, and Sam's empathic hand on top of yours meant he to wanted help. "Why didn't you tell us?" Dean questioned me, Sam turned to look at his older brother. "That won't help, we were talking remember. We need to help her, bot questions her about her actions or even her reason why." Sam said, Dean, calm down as he continued to pace.

Sam returned his attention to you. Hand still laying on top of yours, "Y/n why don't we, all the three of us help you yeah?" He said you laughed a little and Dean looked up from his pacing feet. "I don't think you guys could ever help me. I've been and felt this way for ten years now. This is just how I am now. Broken and worthless to this Winchester family." You said the strain of holding back was harder than you thought. Dean had paused his pacing staring at you and Sams's hand had engulfed yours.

Dean came over, putting his finger under your chin, grabbing your attention. "You listen here, to Sam and I. We care more about you than you'll ever know. We don't care what any person thinks, we don't care about Dad as much as we care about our little sister. Now believe me when we say that all we want to do is help you, helping you is what Sam and I are here for. Y/n you aren't alone, you aren't, worthless, and you most definitely aren't broken. We can help you all you have to do is let us in." Dean said sitting down next to you when he was down.

"We love you and don't wanna see so much potential be wasted especially when we knew we could have helped you," Sam added. You were having a hard time believing them, but nothing would stop you from trying especially when you had your brothers by your side.

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Fake Prostitute- Chapter 1: Sam x Reader

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Summary: Y/n is a person that hates the supernatural creatures that use and kill prostitutes, so she goes around the country faking to be one to lure out at eliminate all those type of creatures. Who would have expected her to be attacked by a witch that was dating the shapeshifter she was after. That curse, was a sexual curse. She will have to find out how to break that curse with the help of her hunter friends, the Winchesters.

AU: Where the Winchesters are hunters, but they aren’t as important as in the series (John doesn’t die, Sam and Dean are not vessels, etc...)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: masturbation, oral (male receiving), vaginal penetration, talking about sex, unprotected sex (DON’T DO THIS)

Y/n’s POV

I woke up in my motel room. I felt strange. After the other day it was logical to feel weird, but it was a different type of weird. We could say, a happy weird, an aroused weird.

The witch had said some weird things in latin, and I knew that was really bad. I dialed Sam’s number and called him. 

´´Hey Y/n`` he greeted me, his voice low, turning me on. I didn’t know how but Sam Winchester was just turning me on with the sound of his voice. ´´You need something?``He asked. I bit down my lip to trap inside a moan. ´´Yes`` I said ´´I have been cursed by a witch and I feel really weird, I’ll send you my location``. Sam sighed and said they would be here in a few days.

I also heard Dean’s and John’s voices on the phone. My hand snaked to my pj shorts. I felt so aroused and wet for hearing them that it was almost inevitable to touch myself.

These few days waiting for them I couldn’t stop masturbating, all the time. 

I heard a knock on my door, opening it to find all the Winchester men. The wetness in my panties coming back. Sam entered first, greeting me with a simple hug. I almost whined when I lost contact with him. Just to be hugged by Dean, his hands resting just above my ass. And then John, his face showed concern about me, but he still gave me a sweet and caring smile that only led to more wetness.

(3rd person pov)

The four of them sited on the two bed of the motel room. Y/n and Sam in one, Dean and John in the other. She was almost leaning at Sam, feeling pretty turned on by the tall hunter. 

Y/n explained her problem simply, shamelessly. Dean shot a dirty look to Y/n, while Sam was pretty concerned of his secret crush, she was vulnerable, and any man (ahem, Dean) could take advantage of that. John was serious this whole time. Each of the Winchesters was so focused on Y/n that they didn’t noticed the bulge on each other’s pants. 

John said he would go to the local library to look for information, Dean was forced to go with him. Sam would stay to take care of Y/n, or so he thought. 

Once the other men had left, the girl was almost on all fours, begging for Sam’s touch. He tried to stay still over her acts. She leaned in kissing him. He started to feel hornier than before. 

Y/n pulled down his pants, settling between the open legs of the hunter. Sam took off his boxers, showing a huge cock that was really erect. ´´Ow, seems like something hurtful`` Y/n said kneeing. The tall hunter nodded, feeling his tip glistened with precum. 

She started to give little licks all along his length, earning soft groans from the male.

Sam looked down, seeing her starting to get his throbbing cock insider her mouth. The image was so erotic to him that he threw his head back, more precum being shallowed by Y/N.

Sam, even though he was having the time of his life, felt weird. This was not Y/n, or at least not the Y/n he knew. The curse had to be some type of sexual curse. They had tested her, so it he knew that Y/n was Y/n, but she wasn’t fully herself. 

All his thoughts were clouded when he was thrown over the edge, thanks to the sucking that Y/n had been doing to his cock. He was almost cumming, feeling her tongue swirl around him. He had dreamed so many times about this, he had touched himself thinking of her. Heck, he had sex with women he met at bars, imagining how would sex with you be.

Y/n’s throat was filled with cum while Sam released himself, moaning her name and fisting her hair to enter a little more. 

Y/n shallowed his cum, her lustful eyes, landing in him. She undressed, Sam getting that as the cue to also get undressed. Y/n’s hands traveled all along his abs, his strong arms and legs. 

She got on top of him, sinking into his cock slowly, making Sam’s head spin. She was so tight, so warm, so wet for him and his cock. He moved fast, Y/n was no longer riding him, she was pinned under his strong arms. 

He started thrusting into her like a mad man. He was beyond horny. Y/n’s screams and moans of his name made him hornier if that was possible. He was also moaning, his voice husky as he was leaving kisses on her breasts and on her face. She giggled whenever he kissed her breasts. 

Y/n once again was left ridding him, she was doing it fast. She wanted to cum as fast as possible, and squeeze Sam’s cock inside of her. He felt her walls tighten up, showing him that she was at her limit. 

He snaked his hand to her pussy, rubbing in circles her clit. Y/n felt how her toes curled and how she was tightening up. She felt the wave of orgasm flow over her, she felt so good and felt how she left all her wetness flow down Sam’s cock.

Sam, feeling the squeeze, releasing himself. 

´´Oh Sammy`` Y/N said panting ´´ My cunt is filled with your hot seed`` she said, laying down next to him and kissing his cheek. He turned around and kissed her, more softly and romantic. 

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John B x reader

Summary: You end up pregnant and because John B’s life was already hard, you didn’t want to make it any worse so you keep it from him. However, after a tense night at the boneyard, everything comes slipping out. 

A/N: This is my first obx fic, I hope you guys like it!! I’ll post the rest of the obx fics/requests I have tomorrow (Thursday). 

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Your eyes stare at the two pink lines. Positive. How could you and John B let this happen? You’d been careful. You used protection and you were on birth control, something your mother had you put on after she found out you were dating John B, a pogue. Your mother warned you about pregnancy and strongly urged you to use protection. Your family’s reputation would not be able to handle a pregnancy caused by a pogue. The reputation was already beginning to crack after they found out about you and him, this would completely ruin it.

Your mind then went to John B and his life. He was living alone at 18. His dad disappeared in a boating accident years ago and he was barely scrapping by. His life was already hard and to throw a baby into the mix? It would be even worse for him. You couldn’t do that to him. Especially, since your family would disown you and kick you out, leaving you to live with John B. However, this was John B’s baby and he deserved to know. He would want to know you were carrying his child. You knew he was going to be a good father, no doubt about it.   

Gathering yourself from you white tiled bathroom floor, you stood in the mirror and wiped your eyes, washing the mascara from your face and headed to the Chateau.

~

When you arrived, you let out a sigh of relief to only see John B’s van. Kie’s car or JJ’s bike no where in sight. You stepped out of your car and headed inside.

“John B?” You called out, but there was no answer. You stepped through the house, checking in the rooms, but no John B. You checked the time; he’d be home from working at the dock by now. So, where was he?

You stepped off the screen porch and looked around the yard when you heard a boat motor. As you headed down to the dock, there was John B, pulling up in HMS Pogue. He must have gone for an evening drive.

“Hey.” You gave a small smile and a wave, stepping to the end of the dock as he pulled the boat closer to the edge.

He threw you the rope to tie off the boat, “Hey, what are you doing here?”

You bent down and tied off the boat, “I needed to talk with you about something.” After tying off the boat, you stood and wiped your hands on your jeans.

As he stepped off the boat and onto the dock, you could see the weight of the world on his shoulders, “Can it wait? I’ve had a shitty day.” He sighs and sits down on the bench, running his hands through his hair.

You frowned and nodded, “What’s wrong? Do you want to want to talk about it?” You take a seat next to him and put a loving hand on his thigh.

He holds his head in his hands, “They’ve cut back my hours on the dock, which means I won’t be able make enough to pay bills, so I have to find another job.”

And that is when you knew, you couldn’t tell him about the baby.

~

It had been a few weeks, John B had yet to find a second job and you had yet to tell him about the baby. It was Kie who found out about the pregnancy first. You didn’t mean for it to happen but she’d come over to drop something off and found you sobbing in the bathroom floor. She was your best friend and you knew there was no lying to her.

“I’m pregnant, Kie.” You sobbed into your hands.

She immediately pulled you into her arms as you two sat on the bathroom floor. She let you sob for as long as you needed, “Does John B know?”

You shook your head and quickly pulled away to look at her, “He can’t know Kie. You can’t tell him. Please.”

She sadly nods, “Okay, I won’t.” It wasn’t her secret to tell.

~

You didn’t want to go to the Boneyard for a party, but John B begged you to come. He’d finally found another job and wanted to celebrate. As you and the pogues were situated around a fire, you sat next to Kie, who was telling you about her horrible date, when John B came stumbling over.

“Hey y/n.” He slurs, two cups in his hands, “Here drink up.”

You glanced at Kie and then back up at John B, “I’m okay John B. I don’t feel like drinking tonight.”

He narrows his eyes at you, “You don’t ever feel like drinking. You don’t feel like doing anything anymore! All you do is sit around on your little kook ass crying about the dumbest shit!”

Your eyes sting with tears. It had been a rough couple of weeks. Your hormones were horrible and all over the place and you had terrible morning sickness lasting through out the day.

“John B.” Kie snapped, “Don’t be an ass!”

He looks at Kie then back at you, noticing the tears, “There she goes now with the damn water works.” He shakes his head and finishes off his drink with a gulp, tossing the cup in the trash.

You stand, “John B I think it’s time for you to stop. You’ve had enough..” You go to grab the other drink in his hand but he smacks your hand away.

“Don’t touch my fucking drink.”

You put your hands up defensively, Kie standing at your side as JJ and Pope make their way over seeing all the commotion.

“You sit all high and mighty in that big ass house of yours while the rest of us pogues bust our asses to put food on the table!” He points a finger at you.

‘he’s just drunk. He’s just drunk and doesn’t mean those things.’ You repeat in your head, but your hormones are already raging and another tear slips down your face. This is what sends John B into a fit.

“And there you are with those damn tears again! What do you have to cry about?! You’ve never worked a day in your life and you probably never will!”

“I’m pregnant John B. That’s why I cry all the time! That’s why I don’t drink anymore or I’m always sick!” Tears are steadily falling and Kie puts an hand on your back.

John B is taken back by this information and stumbles back a little, “P-pregnant?” He shakes his head, the alcohol making his head spin. “There isn’t no fucking way you’re pregnant.” His eyes snap to you, “We used protection. You were on the pill. That isn’t my baby.” He points to your stomach. The next thing that happens is something none of the pogues saw coming. He tosses the drink in your face, the beer splashing on your face and down the front of your clothes.

Everything else happened so fast. Suddenly, JJ was protectively in front of you, grabbing at John B and yelling at him. Kie is cussing at John B and trying to get napkins to wipe up your face.

JJ and Pope drag John B off toward the van, still cussing and yelling at him for what he did.

“Are you okay?” Kie asks, wiping the beer off your face.

You shake your head and let out a sob.

“Oh sweetie..” She wraps her arms around you in a hug, “He was just drunk, you know that he didn’t mean any of it.”

~

Kie drove you home that night and made sure you were okay before leaving. JJ and Pope took John B back to the Chateau where John B finally passed out on the couch. They didn’t leave either, they wanted to be the first to tell John B how much he fucked up after he woke up the next morning.

~

You slept in the next morning, never leaving the bed. Kie came over and hung out but never once mentioned John B. Not like you wanted to hear about him anyways. Maybe your mother was right, dating a pogue was wrong.

~

Back at the Chateau, he knew he’d fucked up. The next morning after the outburst, JJ and Pope were quick to tell him everything that happened, how he’d drank too much, snapped on you, the pregnancy announcement and the throwing of the drink.

“Oh I fucked up.” John B groans, running his hands through his hair, “I need to go see her.” He starts to walk out but Pope grabs his arm, “Kie called from her house. She doesn’t want to see you.”

He shook Pope’s arm off, “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.”

When he arrived at your house, Kie’s car was still in the driveway. Kie was never going to let you see him. He sighs and knocks on the door. To no surprise, Kie opens the door.

“She doesn’t want to see you John B.”

“I know Kie, I fucked up but please, I have to apologize.” He begs.

She shakes her head and goes to shut the door, but he stops it with his foot, “Kie, Please!”

You slowly make your way down the stairs, wrapped in a blanket, “Kie?”

Kie turns around, “He’s leaving, it’s okay.”

John B looks passed Kie and looks at your appearance. He can see you’ve been crying all night. Your eyes are swollen and red. And you’re wrapped in your favorite fluffy blanket, one only used when things were bad, “Y/n please… I’m sorry.” His eyes are pleading as he begs.

You wrap the blanket tighter around you as you walk behind Kie, “It’s okay, Kie…” You give a small smile at her and she nods before heading back to your room. Pushing John B out of the house you close the door behind you and sit on one of the white rocking chairs. “Well?”

He quickly takes a seat next to you, “I’m sorry about last night. I was a complete asshole.”

You laugh halfheartedly, “Asshole? That was more than being an asshole John B. You snapped on me and said mean things and you threw a drink in my face.”

His face falls, “I know. And I don’t know what got into me. I got scared when you said you were pregnant. I was already stressed and had finally found a second job then you say you’re pregnant? I can barely take care of myself, let alone another human being.”

“You don’t think I’m stressed out? I can’t take care of another human being either! You’re not the only one in this John B.”

He sighs, nodding, “I know and I should have never reacted the way I did.” He stands from the chair and steps in front of you, bending his knees so he’s eye level with you. He puts a loving hand on your knee, “I will take care of you and our baby, no matter what. Okay?”

You sniff, another round of tears filling your eyes, “I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

His heart breaks when he sees the look in your eye. They’re filled with regret and sadness. “Hey.. I know that.” He rubs his thumb along your cheek, “I know you didn’t mean for this to happen. This is on both of us, not just you. It was an accident and that’s okay. We’re going to go through this together. I’m going to be there every step of the way, alright?”

You sniffle and nod, before standing up and walking right into his open arms. He kisses the top of your head, “We’re going to be parents.” He whispers and gives you a small squeeze. Suddenly the thought of having a baby pogue, half you, half him running around made his heart swell. It was earlier than he would have hoped. He wanted to have a steady job. He wanted to marry you first and then start a family but looks like he’d have to do things another way and that was okay.

~

Few weeks went by. You were now 3 months pregnant, no baby bump yet. You’d asked Kie to accompany you to one of the appointments because John B said he had to work and couldn’t make it. You two had made a day of it, stopping for lunch and did some shopping around town. Now, you two were on your way home. You decided you’d wait at the Chateau for John B until he got off work.

“Can you take me by John B’s?” You ask, looking over at Kie.

“yeah sure.” She nods, turning off a side street and heading toward the Chateau.

~

When you arrive, his van is parked by the house along with JJ’s bike. “Thought he was at work?” She asks, turning off the car.

“Yeah I did too..” you mutter before getting out of the car. The two of you head up on the front porch; the door is open and it sounds like JJ and John B are arguing.

“That’s not the right part, JJ! It’s this one.”

“Dude, I’m not a rocket scientist.”

“This has to be perfect.”

You look at Kie, who shrugs, so the two of you walk into the house and to the office where John B’s dad kept all his treasures and research. However, the room isn’t filled with his dad’s things anymore. It was empty. The walls had been painted a light grey and there were baby animals hung around the room. In the middle of the room sat John B and JJ, half of a crib up, the rest of the parts were strewed around them.

Your eyes swelled with tears, “John B..”

His head snapped up to you, oh shit. He’d lied to you about work and now was caught right in the middle of it.

“I’m just gonna.. go outside.” JJ quickly stands and follows Kie out, leaving you and John B in the room.

He slowly stands, “I wanted it to be a surprise… this is the nursery.. for our baby.”

Your let out a small sob, admiring the room, “It’s amazing!”  

His face lights up, “Really? You like it?”

“Like it? I love it John B!” You smile, turning around to face him, frowning, “But all your dad’s stuff.”

He nods, “In the shed. I figured he wouldn’t mind his grandchild having this room..”

You look at the décor and then the crib, “How could you afford all this?”

“I had some savings set aside for something else. But I knew this was more important.” He steps over to you, “Do you like the color? I can change it if you don’t like it. It’s just the guy at the paint shop said grey was a neutral color since I didn’t know the gender.”

You quickly shook your head and smiled, “No, it’s perfect. All of it.. is perfect.” Your hand digs into your back pocket and pull out the ultrasound photo.

“New ultrasound photo?” He asks as you hand it to him.

You point to the little bean in the photo, “Size of a plum now.” You giggle a little.

He chuckles, looking over the photo, “Size of a plum..”

You nod, “Doctor said baby was healthy and growing just fine. And the mother was doing great too.” You laugh a little.  

He smiles, “Can I keep this one? I want to put it with my others” He’d kept the photos from the first ultrasound, hung on the fridge and in the van. He was proud and would show of the photo anytime someone entered in the Chateau or even the van. “We know John B, we saw the photo in the van.” The pogues would mutter.

“Sure. I have another one in the car. That’s your copy.”

His hand slips around your waist and pulls you into his side, his free hand going to your tummy, “My little family…”

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War and Peace

Summary: You just wanted to be there for Dean. But sometimes it isn’t meant to be.

Word Count: 1549

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Angst, language, show level violence, character deaths, sacrifice, TW: Suicide

A/N: There will be a part 2 to this. It will be posted once I have written it.

~~~

It was always a fight. You knew that deep down, Dean wanted it all. He wanted a normal life with a wife and kids and the whole “apple pie life” as he called it. He just didn’t think he deserved it.

You blamed John for that. You’d only met him a few times when he came to drag Dean back with him. Dean would have a particularly bad hunt where he lost people to whatever ghost or creature that he was ganking that week. He’d show up at your door, eyes dry and face hard, but you could feel the inner hurricane inside him. The guilt and fear boiling inside. Without any words spoken, you’d hold your door open and let him in. You’d both go to your room and lay down on your bed, Dean’s head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, and your fingers running through his short hair. He’d drift off to a nightmare free sleep in your embrace. Then John would show up within a day or two and destroy your peace.

He’d drag Dean from your house, berating him for going to you instead of finding another hunt and saving people. He’d told Dean that any lives lost from when he could have gotten there and when he actually got there were on Dean. You’d tried to stand up to John for Dean’s sake once, but Dean asked you to stop. You held your tongue after that only because he asked.

After a difficult hunt in New Orleans with a voodoo priestess, Dean showed up at your door like usual. You pulled him in, tended to his cuts and bruises, and then brought him to bed. He spent the next week with you before you both realized that John had never taken this long to show up before.

“Maybe he’s finally letting you go.” You suggested, but you both knew that wasn’t the case. John had spent the last 22 years hunting for the thing that killed his wife. He’d trained his young sons to be soldiers in his war. He’d already lost Sam to college, he wasn’t going to let Dean go without a fight.

Dean tried calling his father, but he kept getting voicemail. He called around to other hunters, but no one had seen or spoken to John.

“I have to leave. I have to find him.” Dean said, green eyes filled with worry.

“You shouldn’t go alone, Dean. I know I haven’t hunted in a while, but let me come with you.”

“No, Y/N. You haven’t hunted in 10 years since your mom died. You promised her that you wouldn’t hunt. I won’t help you to break that promise.” He sucked in a small breath. “I’m gonna go get Sammy. He’ll help me.”

You tried to hide your doubt at that, but Dean looked away.

“I’ll call you as soon as I can, Y/N. Be safe.”

“I will, Dean. I’ll keep calling around to see if anyone’s seen him.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He smiled at you before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours softly. Then he turned and left.

~~~

He called you when he and Sam reached Jericho where John was supposed to be. He called you when they ganked the woman in white and he was bringing Sam back to Stanford. He called you when Sam’s girlfriend was burned to death on the ceiling just like their mother had been. Slowly though, the calls stopped. He was on the road with Sam, trying to find his father. He didn’t have time to stop by your house anymore. While you were not an active hunter, you were still in the network. Others called you and gave you updates on what the boys were doing. But no news on John for months. Then you heard that John and the boys had faced a demon in Chicago. Then they split up again. A couple of months later you heard that Pastor Jim was killed. You tried to call Dean, but he didn’t answer your call. Pastor Jim had taken care of you and the boys sometimes when your parents went hunting. He took you in when your mother was killed. You knew Dean had to be hurting as much as you were. It only hurt more that he didn’t answer. Another call from another hunter, and you were told of Caleb’s death.

You had just hung up the phone, when there was a knock on your door. You opened the door slowly and frowned at the young blonde woman on your porch.

“Can I help you?” You asked politely.

The woman grinned brightly. “Depends. Are you Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yes. May I ask who you are?”

“My name’s Meg. Friend of John’s.” Then her eyes flicked into inky pools of blackness.

Demon.

You had never encountered one yourself, but you knew that’s what black eyes meant. You slammed the door and ran for your closet where you kept a shotgun loaded with rock salt. You didn’t get far before your door blew inward and a large chunk knocked you to the ground. Your head slammed into the floor and you dazedly tried to get back up to your feet. You heard Meg’s boots clicking on your hardwood floors as she approached you.

“Now, now. No need to fight or run. You’ll only make it harder on yourself.” Meg taunted.

You felt a hand in your hair as Meg gripped it and slammed your head into the floor. The world went black.

~~~

When you woke up, your hands were tied behind your back and you were laying in complete darkness. You could feel a rumble under you that meant you were in a car and the darkness meant you were in a trunk. You twisted your wrists around to try and escape from the ropes, but they were too tight. After a while, the car slowed to a stop, and you heard two car doors open and shut. The trunk popped open and you blinked into the sudden light. A dark haired man loomed over you before grabbing your arm and yanking you from the trunk. You stumbled out and fell to the ground as your legs failed to hold you upright.

“C’mon, you stupid bitch.” He growled at you. He dragged you into a decrepit warehouse. You could hear the female demon speaking to someone and heard a low voice answer her occasionally. The man yanked you along with him until you saw Meg standing with none other than John Winchester himself. John’s eyes widened briefly when he saw you and you saw hesitance in his stance before his eyes hardened and he looked back at Meg.

“What’s she doing here?” He asked gruffly.

“Gotta have some sort of insurance, don’t I, John?”

He didn’t relax. The male demon pushed you to your knees in front of him and held a blade to your throat.

“So I suggest you give us the gun.”

John’s eyes flicked back and forth between the two demons.

“NOW!!!” Meg shouted.

John handed a gun over to Meg who took it carefully.

“This is the Colt?” She asked. John just looked at her and she handed it to the male demon. “What do you think?” She asked him. He took it with his free hand, but kept the knife steady at your throat with the other. He turned the gun a little in his hand before cocking it. You tensed, expecting the shot before it happened. What you hadn’t expected was that it was Meg he shot.

She stood there stunned before exclaiming, “You shot me! I can’t believe you just shot me!”

The male demon tossed the gun to the side and said, “It’s a fake!”

Oh no.

You understood John’s hesitance at first now. He knew it was fake. And he knew that his actions would most likely result in your death now.

“You’re dead, John. Your boys are dead.” Meg said as she approached him menacingly.

“I never used the gun, how could I know it wouldn’t work?”

You had to give him credit. He was trying at least. His eyes flicked back to yours and you could see the guilt in them.

“I’m so not in the mood for this. I’ve just been shot!”

“Well then, I guess you’re lucky the gun wasn’t real.”

“That’s funny, John. We’re gonna strip the skin from your bones, but that was funny.”

You felt the knife press into your neck and met John’s eyes again.

“Don’t tell Dean what happened here, John.” You said and he nodded. “Now run!” You pushed your neck forward and along the knife. The demon was holding it so firmly in place that it didn’t budge as you slit your own throat on it. The demon dropped the knife in surprise and Meg turned to you at the sound.

“You stupid little bitch.” She growled.

You saw John turn and bolt out of the room. You fell to the ground as blood poured from your neck. Meg came over and kicked you in the stomach in anger. Through your fading eyes, you saw Meg and the male demon follow after John. You prayed that he was able to get away with your last breath.

Part 2- Time and Patience>>>